I'm the villain's mother

Chapter 58

At that time Xiao Fengyu asked her, "Can Miss Mu actually be able to hold the Chenchen Sword?"

How did she come back?

"The Zhanchen sword is as light as dust, even my right hand with broken veins can lift it."

It's ridiculous now that I think about it.

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but said, "Master, is the Zhanchen sword heavy?"

Jing Shen looked at her: "Feng Yuan's Dust Slashing Sword?"

Mu Wanwan nodded.

"How can a sword that can cut off karma in the world not sink?"

After listening to Jingshen, Mu Wanwan smiled.

Indeed, how could it not sink?

It seems that Feng Yuan has been like this since a long time ago, taking care of her silently, even those details that others have never noticed, he has never let go.

And this is not something he, a villain, should do.

Even if she, Mu Wanwan, was the creator of the world, Feng Yuan would not be able to do this.

The only thing that can make everything reasonable is what happened in the previous life.

But Feng Yuan said that he had been here in the previous life, so why didn't he have any impression.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan said to Jingshen: "Master, it's already getting late, so my apprentice will go back first."

Jing Shen waved his hand, and Mu Wanwan backed out.

After Mu Wanwan walked to her room, Jing Shen extinguished the candle.

Mu Wanwan lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time, could only close her eyes and start shouting in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Nightmare! Nightmare! Come out!"

A puff of black smoke rushed in front of Mu Wanwan: "Master, what's wrong?"

Mu Wanwan asked: "It's been a year, and the seal hasn't been released yet?"

The helplessness in Nightmare's tone was about to overflow: "It's untied, but only a little bit. Why don't you see for yourself."

After that, Mu Wanwan stood in front of a ruined temple.

"Hey, do you think everyone in the world is suffering like me, or is it just me?" The little girl's voice was full of distress, as if she was really thinking about this problem.

"Bitter. What is bitterness?" The voice sounded immature.But even if he is asking questions now, the words he speaks are calm and there is no ups and downs.

"Don't you know what suffering is? Did you ever feel sad?" The little girl felt very novel, and her voice was full of surprise.

"What is sadness." The same calmness.

"You don't even know you're sad? Then did someone bully you?" The little girl's voice was even more surprising this time, and her voice was even raised a lot.

"Bullying." The boy repeated these two words unconsciously.

"You don't even know this, do you? I saw it just now. Those boys snatched away your last pancake! Aren't you angry at all?" The little girl's voice was full of worry, with There was some anger, but also a hint of distress that was imperceptible.

"What is anger? Why are you angry. Why should they be angry when they snatch my pancakes?" The boy said confidently.

"What about me? What if I snatch your cake?" The little girl couldn't wait to ask.

"Just grab it, I can still chase you and fight." The boy's voice was full of indifference.

After hearing this, Mu Wanwan plucked up the courage to step into the ruined temple.

Consistent with the imagination, the boy was wearing tattered clothes and dirty all over, but his eyes were particularly bright.

When the little girl spoke, he looked up at the little girl without blinking his eyes, so cute.

Mu Wanwan followed his gaze to see the little girl sitting on the altar, with two braids and a washed-out pink dress.

It was her.

While Mu Wanwan was still in shock, the girl over there spoke again.

"You will suffer a lot if you do this. How about it, I will come to see you every day at this time. I will teach them a lesson for you."

The boy's voice was still without sadness or joy: "I think you are more likely to be bullied by those people than me, so don't be brave. And if you dress like this, you must be poorer than me, otherwise you won't be bullied by those people." Will not even have a sleeve."

The little girl exploded when she heard it: "What, this is a dress! Dress, do you know?"

The boy shook his head.

"alright."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little girl disappeared from the spot.

The boy said: "Hi"

He didn't get a response, so he turned his head to look, but there was no one there.

The boy tapped his head: "Did you hallucinate?"

Just at this time, a group of teenagers who seemed to be stupefied walked in.Aside from the obvious tattered clothes, none of them were in good condition.

The one in the lead walked to the corner and lifted the raised straw.

After a while, the ball of straw moved.

After sitting up completely, Mu Wanwan realized that it was an old woman.

"Hey, old woman. Give us the food you begged for yesterday. You're dying anyway, why don't you give it to us and let us live."

The old woman trembled, and slowly stretched out her hand towards the burden.

But the boy jumped out from the side and held down the old woman's hand.

"You give them all, how do you live."

Her voice was as steady as ever, but the old lady cried out.

Seeing that he dared to meddle in other people's business, a group of teenagers pushed him out of the ruined temple.

Punching and kicking, the boy didn't say a word.

After the group of boys ran away, the old woman slowly moved to the boy's side.

He lifted the boy up with great effort.

"Son, how are you doing?"

The boy smiled for the first time on his bruised face.

The surrounding scene changed rapidly, and Mu Wanwan only heard that sentence.

"My name is Feng Yuan."

That's right, Feng Yuan used to be called Xiao Fengyuan. When he was rescued, he had a sign in his arms, which had the name Qiu Huarong gave him.

It's just that the person who picked him up smashed the sign long ago, and exchanged the broken bits for money.

When leaving Feng Yuan behind, I told him that his name is Feng Yuan.

At that time, Feng Yuan often eavesdropped in the private school, and once heard a story about Feng, he felt very yearning.

Anyway, no one cared about him so much, so he simply called himself Fengyuan.

However, that was when he was nine years old.

Mu Wanwan didn't expect that Feng Yuan lived such a life before that.

Maybe she still felt that she deserved it before, but after being with Feng Yuan for so long.Seeing this memory of herself, she could no longer harbor such thoughts.

Feng Yuan was not so cruel in the beginning.

Even if he is in a ruined temple, even if he can only go to a private school to eavesdrop, he still wants to live like the saint that the teacher said.

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes, looked at the gray sky outside, put on her clothes, and headed to the top of Liuyun Peak.

It's time to do morning classes.

Just when they reached the mountain gate, they met Su Hu who came from Luoyun Peak.

"Miss Wanwan! You also go to morning class!"

The loud voice attracted many disciples to stop.

Mu Wanwan walked towards Su Hu slowly, and when she got close, she said, "Together?"

(End of this chapter)