Chapter 4 Ding-dong, the blind box has arrived!
Ye Wuluo was unaware of the tense atmosphere. He only felt that Mu Jianjian was still sulking. You know, she never refused anything he gave her in the past, let alone the flowers and plants that she loved to fuss over.
But in Mu Jianjian's heart, this wasn't a herbal remedy, it was a fuse!
Seeing that Ye Wulu was about to speak again, she quickly interrupted, "Iā" Please don't say it!
"Greetings, Miss." Sang Wanyue stopped beside Mu Jianjian, suppressing the overwhelming hatred in her heart. When she saw the glass box in Ye Wuluo's hands, a piercing pain spread throughout her body. She bit her lip and tried to stand still.
So... it turns out... the Buddha's Heart Grass was actually given to Mu Jianjian by him...
He couldn't help but recall his conversation with Ye Wuluo in his past life.
"So you never loved me, did you? You only did it for Mu Jianjian..."
"yes."
She was acting out a one-woman show from beginning to end; she was too foolish and naive to believe that the lofty Holy Son of the Holy Lotus Pavilion would really marry her and be with her for life.
Since God has granted her a second life, she is determined to protect her mother and reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to her!
"Hello, Senior Sister Sang. I've heard Uncle Guo talk about your diligence and hard work before, and now I'm finally seeing it for myself," Mu Jianjian said with a serene smile, putting on her innocent and sweet persona. "You seem to be in a hurry. What happened?"
Uncle Guo is an upright and honest person who has always appreciated his hardworking disciples, including the female protagonist Sang Wanyue.
When did Mu Jianjian start caring about other people?
Sang Wanyue frowned slightly without showing any emotion. "My mother is critically ill and urgently needs herbal medicine to save her life."
She wouldn't place her hopes on this aloof young lady; her visit to the Chinese Medicine Clinic was merely to pinpoint the location of the Buddha Heart Grass.
As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Guo, who had been engrossed in his book, turned his gaze over and asked, "What kind of herb?" He greatly admired this female disciple and had even considered taking her as his disciple at one point.
Before Sang Wanyue could speak, Mu Jianjian took the glass box from Ye Wuluo's hand. "Since you want herbs, I have one here. It's very useful for health and treating illnesses. Although it may not be of great help, it can definitely slow down your mother's condition."
The system, which had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up, "Why didn't you wait for her to say it before sending it? Wouldn't that have made her remember the favor?"
Mu Jianjian thought to herself, "She won't really reveal the 'Buddha's Heart Grass.' There's only one of these grasses in the sect, and it would be too easy to expose herself if it were stolen."
In the original book, Sang Wanyue used the secret technique she learned in her previous life to steal the Buddha Heart Grass and save her mother. Mu Jianjian cried for a long time because of this and almost ruined her health. The sect leader and Ye Wuluo gave her more jewelry and magical artifacts to coax her.
Mu Jianjian was glad that she had transmigrated into the book early, before Sang Wanyue's mother passed away and the first knot in her heart had been tied. She also had the ability to insert herself into Sang Wanyue's life trajectory.
If she were to transmigrate in the middle or later stages of the story, she was certain that if she ever showed her face in front of Sang Wanyue, she would be crushed like an ant.
Mu Jianjian's expression was so sincere it could melt hearts. Although she didn't expect to be good friends with the female lead after she turned evil, becoming acquaintances was still possible.
Ye Wulu sighed, her expression mournful, "That's something I got from the Southern Ridge. How can you just give it away to someone else like that? Where does that leave my pride?"
That's what he said, but he didn't stop Mu Jianjian's actions anymore. He just looked at her with a doting expression, which in other people's eyes was like a husband loving his kind wife.
The female disciples envied the good fortune of their young mistress, who, despite being unable to cultivate, had a father who loved her dearly and a holy son she grew up with as her childhood sweetheart.
Sang Wanyue heard the exclamations around her, and also heard Uncle Guo say "Catch it." Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she took the glass box, she was still somewhat incredulous, as if she were in a dream.
Has the future really changed like this?
Is it really that simple? Is Mu Jianjian really that kind?
Even if Mu Jianjian was only giving her charity to spite Ye Wuluo, Sang Wanyue had no choice but to accept it... She couldn't lose her mother.
"Thank you, Miss." Sang Wanyue clutched the glass box tightly, deeply aware of her own weakness.
"I know you're very busy with the secret realm, but you still made time to come see me. How about I prepare a little surprise for you next time we meet?" Mu Jianjian turned to comfort Ye Wuluo.
"Then Jianjian mustn't go back on her word." Ye Wuluo narrowed her eyes happily, like a satisfied fox.
Mu Jianjian: I'm scared.
Sang Wanyue, who was talking to her Uncle Guo about her mother's condition, felt a pang of pain in her heart. She recalled the pain that had been etched into her soul when her meridians were forcibly removed, and Ye Wuluo's deep voice seemed to still echo in her ears.
Uncle Guo glanced at Sang Wanyue, whose complexion was extremely poor, and thought that her mother's condition could not be delayed any longer. He bowed to Mu Jianjian and said, "Miss, I'll go and visit her first."
"Okay, you must cure Senior Sister's mother." Mu Jianjian had wanted to invite Uncle Guo to hold a consultation, but she was afraid that she would be too enthusiastic and arouse suspicion. Now that he had chosen to go on his own initiative, it saved her a lot of trouble.
Watching Uncle Guo leave with Sang Wanyue, carrying his space filled with herbs and pills, Mu Jianjian finally felt relieved.
"Jianjian seems to care a lot about that female disciple." A deep voice came from beside her ear, and Mu Jianjian trembled and immediately took a few steps back.
She waved her hand, "I just feel that I've always been so considerate of my fellow disciples, but I haven't cared about anything. That's terrible of me."
These words drew attention from those around them, who were all very pleased to see that this delicate young lady had finally become sensible.
Ye Wulu chuckled softly, and seeing that she didn't want to talk about it anymore, he didn't press her further.
The two walked and talked, and only after Ye Wuluo left did Mu Jianjian completely relax and take a deep breath.
This is so agonizing!
She walked with small steps, spoke in a low voice, and had a gentle and tender demeanor, as if afraid of letting anyone notice anything amiss.
[Congratulations, host!] The system chimed in her mind, startling Mu Jianjian. [Task progress completed 2/100, stage reward achieved (ov) ć]
Mu Jianjian asked in confusion, "I clearly didn't follow your two tasks, so why is there still a progress bar?"
[As long as you achieve the final happy ending scenario, there will be a progress bar and rewards!]
"What reward?"
[Open a blind box~ Host, would you like to open one now, or accumulate ten boxes for a ten-pull?]
Wow, that's pretty modern. Mu Jianjian thought to herself that her single pull was almost as bad as a ten-pull, so she said, "Let's do a single pull."
[Beep beep beep~ Congratulations, host, you have drawn the reward "Pine Seed"~]
Mu Jianjian: ?
Before Mu Jianjian could ask about the purpose of the reward, she saw the villain in a black brocade robe in front of her own yard.
It was late at night, and the moon was high in the sky; he seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
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