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

Moo-yan picked an eyebrow and knocked it in his hand with a curly book in his hand. “Oh, I didn't need to fix it for you. Connect it to the upper leg pulse? I've been studying it for so long. Well, since you don't want treatment, I'll send you..."

“Wait, wait!!” Luo Beiyu glanced hard to believe, "Master, what did you just say? ”

Muang smiled softly, "I didn't say anything! ”

“No, Master! You said you could restore my cultivation and connect the muscle pulse on my leg, right?” Luo Beiyu struggled to climb out of bed and the sound of excitement was about to turn into a scream.

There was no hope, so a broken can is one thing.

But now he sees hope in despair, and how can he calm down?

Muang was about to answer, and the door to the room was pushed open.

Bao's short, little body walked in, and his handsome little face was cold and cold, with no expression.

With a box that was taller than half a man in his hand, but as if he didn't feel the weight and burdens at all, he easily walked up to Muang and looked up: "Mother, let's eat. ”

“Well, that's a good boy!” Mu Yan lowered his head and kissed his son on the cheek.

Take out all the food in the box and put it on the table.

Bao spontaneously sat at the table next to Mu Yan, picking out her favorite dish for Mu Yan, as she bandaged her face and said: "Mother, eat slowly! ”

Even Luo Beiyu, full of hope, anticipation, anxiety and anxiety, could not help but stare at this scene.

Hey, wait a minute, are you guys making a mistake about your mother and son?

Shouldn't it be Mu Yan taking care of Xiaobao's diet and living, preparing her meals, and holding her favorite dishes for her to eat?

But why, now it's all turned around?

Bao, a four-year-old child, took care of his master perfectly and thoughtfully. What is this all about?

“Master... Master, Little Brother, you...” Luo Beiyu swallowed his pharynx and mumbled.

Mu Yan said, “Bao, your brother hasn't eaten yet. Prepare a copy for him. ”

Xiaobao noodles grabbed the dishes without expression, served a bowl of rice and placed it in front of Luo Beiyu.

Even the phrase, "Eat it”, left him with a small, noble and cold shadow.

When you get back to your position, bring a plate of beef to Muay's face and use a cold milk voice: "Mother, eat more! ”

“Well, baby, eat more too!” Muang gave his son a brilliant smile.

Luo Beiyu is so silent and choking, Master, Little Brother, isn't this too much of a difference?

……

“Master, is it true you said you could cure me? ”

After taking a sip of tea after meal, Muyan held his son's soft fragrant body in his arms. He said comfortably: “Why? Don't believe me?”

“No, no, no, I believe you! I believe everything Master says! ”

Moo-yan put down the teapot and said again, "But there's a problem. ”

“What... what's the problem?” Luo Beiyu's heart was suddenly raised again.

“The process can be a little painful! ”

Luo Beiyu supported his body's hands softly, banging and falling on the bed, “Master, please stop fooling around. I'm not even afraid of death. I'm not afraid of pain! ”

“Good boy, since you have such an awareness, that would be wonderful. Master, I'm sad I can't practice! ”