The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

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And those flying swords are getting denser and denser, and the mysterious power contained is even more terrifying than a horror.

Mu Yan almost can't escape all the swords.

There are more and more wounds on the body.

However, she did not panic, but a pair of scorpions became brighter and colder.

Suddenly, she took the guqin and did not run the mysterious force. Instead, she used the fifteen fingers to move on the strings.

The clear sound of the mountains and waters overlaps with the ambush of the ambush.

At the beginning, the chill was far from the upper hand, and the clothes on Mu Yan were almost red with blood.

However, as the two kinds of syllables overlapped more and more, the murderous melody was slowly suppressed.

Until the end, it was completely eliminated in the cave.

At the same time, the swordsmanship that passed through disappeared without a trace.

Mu Yan sighed, and the piano in his hand could no longer catch it and fell to the ground.

In her ear, she heard a gentle female voice: "Congratulations, pass the first sacred music to pass the trial. Now you will be sent to the second heritage space."

As soon as the voice fell, the scene in front of Mu Yan changed.

Before she even had time to see where she was, she heard a familiar call, "Mother--!!"

Xiaobao? ! !

Just like the ecstasy thought in my mind, a small body rushed into her arms like a cannonball.

Mu Yan was hit by a cockroach, and the wound on her body was cracked, and the burning pain.

However, her face showed a bright and bright smile.

Holding a small person in his arms, Mu Yan discovered that his body was shaking unconsciously.

She can endure all the painful setbacks, but she must not accept Xiaobao to leave her.

Xiaobao also held Mu Yan tightly, and her small head was buried in her arms. She could not bear to leave.

Even if the performance of the week is calm, and then face, Xiao Bao is only a four-year-old child.

Suddenly, Xiao Bao’s sensitive little nose smelled a thick **** smell.

He straightened up, and then he realized that Mu Yan was covered in blood.

"Mother, you are hurt!" The child's crunchy milk sound suddenly rises high, with trembling and choked.

In the beautiful blue eyes, it suddenly became wet, as if it was to endure hard to prevent tears from falling.

The appearance of Mu Yan at this time is also a bit miserable.

The original white clothes have been completely stained with blood.

Mu Yan took out the hemostatic medicine and wound medicine on his body, and sprinkled it on the wound at random. He smiled unconsciously: "It's okay, just looking at the serious, it's just a skin injury."

"Is the mother hurt?" Xiaobao asked with some sobbing voice.

Mu Yan smiled and said: "As long as Xiaobao blows to the mother, the mother will not hurt."

Xiaobao heard the words of Muyan immediately without hesitation, drumming the gang, carefully blowing.

Clearly cold face Zhang Xiao face, but the action of blowing the wound is so tense, as if afraid of a little bit heavy, Mu Yan will hurt.

Mu Yan looked at such a son, a soft heart.

She held the person in her arms and kissed her, only to laugh: "Xiao Bao is really powerful, so blowing a few times, the mother is not hurting."

Xiao Bao's eyes looked at Mu Yan, and the corner of his mouth evoked a shallow, invisible arc.

But everyone knows that the little guy is very happy at this time.

Mu Yan arbitrarily bandaged her wounds before she got up and took Xiaobao to look around.