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

And the swords that come flying are getting denser and denser, and the enchantment is even more powerful than a horror.

Muay is almost impossible to hide from all the swords.

There are more and more wounds on the body.

But instead of panicking, her eyes became brighter and colder.

All of a sudden, she held the ancient qin in her hand and instead of running the Xuan force, she moved it on the string with a slender finger.

The clariness of the alpine running water intersects with the killing of Xiao Xue by ambushing the ten sides.

Muang's clothes were almost bloodstained.

However, as the two sounds became more and more powerful, the thrilling sound was slowly suppressed.

Until the end, it was completely wiped out in the cave.

At the same moment, the swordsmanship that was passing vanished without a trace.

Muay was relieved, and the harp in her hand could no longer be grabbed, falling to the ground.

She heard a gentle woman's voice in her ear: "Congratulations, you passed the First Heavenly Hall of Divinity. You will now be taken to the second inheritance space. ”

As soon as the voice dropped, the scene in front of Mu 'an changed for a while.

Before she could see where she was, she heard a familiar cry, "Mother -!! ”

Baby?!!

Her mind had just turned so joyful that a small body rushed into her arms like a shell.

Muang was hit by a bump, and the wound on his body collapsed, causing a spicy pain.

But she had a bright smile on her face.

Hold the little one tightly in your arms before Muang realizes that his body is trembling unconsciously.

She can tolerate all the painful setbacks, but she must not accept Baby leaving her.

Bao also held his face tightly and his head was buried in her arms. He couldn't help but leave.

Even if she was calm and paralyzed on weekdays, Bao was only a four-year-old child.

All of a sudden, Po's sensitive little nose smelled intense blood.

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

“Mother, you're hurt!” The crisp milk sounds of the child were suddenly pulled high, trembling and swallowing.

In the blue beautiful big eyes, it becomes wet all of a sudden, as if it is patient enough to keep the tears from falling.

Muay looks a little miserable at the moment.

The original snow and white shirt has been completely stained with blood.

Mu Yan took out the hemostatic medicine on his body and sprinkled it on the wound casually, smiling carelessly: “It's okay, it just looks serious, it's actually just a skin trauma. ”

“Does Mother hurt?” Xiaobao asked in a somewhat choking voice.

Mu Yan shrugged: “As long as Bao blows his mother's kiss, her kiss won't hurt. ”

Xiaobao immediately and without hesitation held Mu's hand, drumming the mumps and blowing carefully.

Clearly a small face was cold, but the blowing of the wound was so nervous, as if life was a little heavy, Moe's face would hurt.

Muang looked at such a son, a soft and confused heart.

She kissed her in her arms and laughed: "Baby is amazing. If you blow it a few times, it won't hurt at all. ”

Bao looked at Mu Yan with bright eyes and a shallow, invisible radius at the corner of his mouth.

But everybody knows, little guy's having a good time right now.

Moe wrapped herself around the wound so she could get up and take a look around her.