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

A light turned into a sword blade and flew towards her like lightning.

Muang wanted to hide, but he was no faster than a sword blade.

Her chest was sore and her fluorescent sword blade suddenly disappeared without a trace.

A moment later, intense burning pain spread from her chest to all limb wreckage.

Mu's face was as bleak as paper, with a fine sweat bead dotted on his forehead.

When the burning pain melted her bones.

Mu Yan couldn't hold on any longer, kneeling down on one knee, a painful grunt came out of his mouth.

But it was just a sound, and then she bit her teeth tight, and she didn't even make a slight groan, even if she bled her lip bite.

“What a stubborn little girl.” The gentle woman's voice sighs and praises low in her eyes. “I admire your stubbornness... you can enter the hole and prove that you have the blood of our family of divine musicians... However, if you want to master the magic harp, blood alone is not enough. Only a powerful enough god and a strong enough blood can make the magic harp think of you as the Lord...”

“If you can't make it through this, in order not to expose the existence of the Divine Musician, I can only kill you and the little one around you. But I hope you can succeed...”

The gentle woman's voice kept ringing in her ears, as if to encourage her and as if to portray a glorious future for her.

At the same time, the pain in her body was getting worse.

At this moment, it is no longer the pain of the skeletal flesh, but the tearing and grinding deep into the soul.

Muay could no longer support herself, falling to the ground and curling herself like shrimp.

She buzzed in her ears as if she had heard her own blood boiling, and as if she had heard the crisp sound of a broken bone size.

The unbearable instinct of the human body prompted her to faint.

A voice kept saying in her ear: "Give it up... go to sleep... just go to sleep and you won't hurt, you won't tire, you won't have to suffer any more pain and suffering in the world...”

Muang really doesn't feel like he's going to make it.

But that's when she heard the child howling in her ear, "Mother, Mother, come back! ”

The voice was filled with tears.

Her little baby, she has been so sweet since she was a kid, she has a cold face, she doesn't like to cry, she doesn't like to laugh, but she takes care of her little baby!

Her son, when did he cry like that?

How could she sleep? How can you leave Bao alone in this world?

Mu opened his eyes violently, supporting his body with the Celestial Concerto, and slowly climbed up into a kneeling position.

The pain did not abate in the slightest, but Muang's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, as if the fire of a bear was burning inside.

The fingers tied to the Celestial Magic Piano died of pain and stuck in the rotten wood.

The flesh was pierced and the blood flowed down the mouth of the sores, winding through the tattoo texture of those broken sleeves.

A warm woman's voice sounded in her ear again, "… if you can survive and get the legacy of a divine musician, you will cross the three realms...”

“Noisy!” Mu Yan spoke with a hissing voice, interrupting the temptation of the warm woman's voice.

That pale but beautiful face slowly pulled up a wicked smile like a demon.