After I committed myself to the yandere villain, the male protagonist turned evil

Seven days later, his fever finally subsided and he began to regain some energy.

Time flies so fast, one month, two months, and three months pass in the blink of an eye.

For Shen, every year is like a white horse passing by. When she realized that there was nothing she could do in this situation, she began to calm down and meditate.

She knew that her soul had entered Lu Wenyan's memory, and in the world of cultivating immortals, she could cultivate with her soul.

Therefore, she abandoned her distracting thoughts and began to retreat into spiritual practice.

She thought that she would at least... do something for Xiao Lu Wenyan in her memories.

Even if it's just a humble comfort, that's fine.

But for Xiao Lu Wenyan in his memories, time is so real.

There was still no trace of anger on his expressionless face.

Only occasionally when sunlight came through the wooden door, he stretched out his hand as if to catch the light.

Shen Niannian opened his eyes several times and saw him making such movements.

She thought he would soon become bored.

But the strange thing is that he is still very interested and repeats the same actions without getting tired of it.

Gradually, his legs recovered tenaciously.

In the third month, little Lu Wenyan began to walk.

At this time, Shen Niannian finally relaxed several times.

She has been practicing non-stop for three months, but she has not broken through the realm once. Instead, she has suppressed the realm so that after the realm is accumulated, the power that bursts out can temporarily confuse the illusion of memories with her soul.

And her painstaking efforts were not let down.

Just one morning three months later, with the cool wind, her spirit entered a light yellow butterfly flying low outside the house.

As soon as the maid opened the door, she flew in immediately.

The maid casually threw a steamed bun to Xiao Lu Wenyan and closed the door again.

But Lu Wenyan immediately raised his head and looked in her direction.

He slowly stretched out his hand and waved towards her.

A smile appeared on his face: "Come."

He didn't speak for a long time, and when he suddenly spoke, his voice was extremely low and hoarse.

Shen Niannian flew towards him and then stopped at his fingertips.

Xiao Lu Wenyan remained motionless, only looking at her quietly.

After staring for a long time, he didn't feel bored at all. Instead, he carefully stretched out his other hand and tentatively tried to touch her wings with his fingertips.

The little butterfly did not panic or fly away. It just stood obediently on his fingertips and allowed him to touch it.

He didn't even notice that the corners of his mouth were raised at this time, and his pale face became a little fresh.

"Little butterfly." He was as happy as an ordinary child.

But he was different from ordinary children. After just that touch, he made no other movements, as if he was afraid that she would be disturbed and flew away in an instant.

At this time, the little butterfly flapped its wings again and flew to the hem of his clothes.

He lowered his head and looked at it, the smile on his lips never falling again.

In the next few days, Shen Niannian was still possessed by the butterfly. She would fly out from time to time, following the butterfly's habits.

After all, it is the body of a butterfly. She only entered it with her soul and controlled some consciousness, but she could not completely run counter to her nature.

But even so, Xiao Lu Wenyan was obviously happy.

He was very docile, so docile that Shen Niannian began to wonder if the crazy behavior he saw that night was just an illusion.

And Xiao Lu Wenyan's meekness lasted for half a month.

It wasn't until a rainy night half a month later that the woman...his mother came to the Sifang courtyard again.

Shen Niannian had already habitually hid when she heard the noise. She lay down in a corner of the wall, silently, so that no one would notice her.

And the woman was caught off guard and pushed the door violently in.

She was clearly in a bad mood.

The whole person was gloomy, with no smile on his face.

Her eyes fell on Xiao Lu Wenyan, whom she hadn't seen for nearly four months.

He grew a little taller and began to show the slenderness of a young man, and his eyebrows became more like a woman's.

However, the child, who was nearly ten years old, was frighteningly thin.

Because he hadn't seen the sun for several months, his face was as pale as tissue paper, and there was no color at the corners of his lips.

But the woman looked at him with disgust and hatred: "You are really a monster, you can't die no matter what!"

This time, she didn't question him anymore. It seemed that she had a clear purpose for coming here.

Shen Niannian felt this strangeness, and she looked at Xiao Lu Wenyan.

But he still looked calm, neither sad nor happy.

The storm came suddenly, lightning flashed across the night sky outside the house, and thunder came instantly.

She clenched the wooden stick tightly in her hand and looked at him coldly: "Are you trying to escape again after your legs healed?"

The young man tilted his head, his face full of confusion.

However, his expression did not make the woman relax her suspicions.

She suddenly frowned: "Why don't you smile?"

With her free hand, she slapped him in the face.

"I asked you to laugh, do you hear me!" She said in a stern tone: "Smile for me!"

The corners of the young man's mouth suddenly swelled.

He didn't respond, he just stared at his distorted face, his eyes full of doubts.

Shen Niannian couldn't stand it anymore and flew over.

"small butterfly!"

But she suddenly heard Lu Wenyan's slightly uneasy voice.

The next moment, she was slapped down by a palm, and then stepped up with a foot.

She was crushed to pieces.

When she regained consciousness, she had returned to her original state of mind, watching everything happen like a bystander.

This time, the woman broke his leg with her own hands, leaving indelible injuries on his originally recovered leg.

Xiao Lu Wenyan just stared at the butterfly that had been trampled into mud with his eyes open.

He didn't say anything, but it seemed like he had said everything.

Under the severe pain, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

That smile stimulated the woman to become even more crazy. He was almost beaten to death and his body was covered in blood and flesh, and then she laughed in relief.

"Monster, if only you could die..." She murmured and sighed, with strong love and pity in her eyes: "But if you die, what will my Xing'er do?"

She suddenly covered her face and burst into tears.

The crying was suppressed at first, but gradually became uncontrollable.

"Xing'er!" She choked and murmured: "My mother can't help you and let this monster steal your luck."

She suddenly stared fiercely at Xiao Lu Wenyan, who was already bloody and bloody, and complained like a curse.

"You should have died! I shouldn't have been soft-hearted. You and your monster father deserve to die!"

The storm gradually subsided.

That night, the maid still took the medicine and forced it to Xiao Lu Wenyan.

They all knew very well that the madam was still the same as before, as long as she vented her anger, it would be fine.

But the little monster's life must still be kept.

There was a new maid who really couldn't bear it. She couldn't help but take a breath and said to the nanny in charge: "How could Madam do this?"

"You little hooves, you dare to chew my wife's tongue behind my back and prick your skin carefully!" Mammy scolded, but still said: "Madam is like this, not because of the young master... You think that the young master has been affectionate since he was born? Is the hospital bed really pregnant with something wrong in the mother's womb?"

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