Moreover, he can clearly feel that today, with the exception of some trauma and a fracture in the hand, other internal injuries in the muscle pulse and in the air sea are almost completely healed.

His body has never felt so relaxed since the day of his extermination.

Muang is a bit of a shame.

She thought that it would restore Hu Haotian to the peak of the local level.

After all, I have just come into contact with the skills of a kamikaze musician, and the business is not very familiar!

The result is that the effect is also greatly discounted.

In the future, you should practice more on Yan Hao Tian. Anyway, free experiments, no need for nothing!

Without realizing his master's intentions, he knelt down again and stubbornly kowtowed to Mu 'an.

He was not even curious about the divine skill of Muyan being able to heal internal injuries with the sound of a violin, three ringing heads, only full of gratitude and determination to swear allegiance.

Muang was very pleased with his attitude to doing things like this, and nodded: "Well, you've just returned to the middle class, the situation is unstable, and you'll be locked up for the next three days, so be steady. Don't let me down! ”

= = =

After a night's rest at the inn, Muang wandered around with Bao the next day.

Bobby grew up in the mountains, never got a funny toy like an ordinary kid, and never wore a few gorgeous clothes.

Later, Muang Hui was tall enough to take Bao into and out of the unknown mountains, but usually only to the nearest town. The town was in short supply, the food available was extremely ordinary, and the clothes were extremely rough.

So, while Mu Yan finished his work in Cheyenne City, he was not in a hurry to leave. He just wanted to take Bao to have fun and enjoy himself.

After a lap, Bao's coarse clothes were replaced with gorgeous silk clothes, and the soft ink hair was tied with tassel cord to reveal a delicate, handsome face.

Ming was only four years old, but this outfit made him look handsome with a cute snowball doll.

Mu Yan walked with Xiaobao on the road, only to think that the passers-by on both sides turned around, and the stunning eyes turned to Xiaobao from time to time.

There was even an exciting voice from the girl, “Where's this little boy from? How come I've never seen you in Cheyenne before? It's so cute! ”

Muay couldn't help but bend over and hug her son.

Bao suddenly couldn't help but grabbed her neck and gave a slight look of confusion to her handsome little face.

Mu Yan rubbed Bao's tender little face and complained: “Bao, can't even mother take you out? You see the look on your face in the street, and you can't help but take you away from your mother. You look so cute. What if someone took you away from your mother? ”

Muang said those words, which were meant to be a joke to Bao.

Who knows, but Bao is really wearing a little face, frowning: “No, whoever lets Bao leave his mother will beat him up. ”

Moo-yan was laughed at and kissed his little face. “Well, Bao's a good boy. That way, Mother and Bao won't be separated. ”

Xiaobao nodded in a serious place, but his sharp eyes looked to the second floor of the tea building not far away.

In his heart, he said, "My mother is so slow, she thinks all the people are watching Bao, but some people are actually complaining about their mothers. But the mother is his, he won't let anyone steal her!