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

Mu Yan felt like he had been pulled apart by something.

The three brothers who have lost their dignity, freedom and health are even more embarrassing than they are every day.

But Mu Yan felt that this was the true third brother Chu Qiu.

I also understood why he was bright and moonlight, laughing and laughing, but the painting was bloody horrible, full of hopelessness and hatred connected to hell.

Moe stepped forward and withheld his pulse despite Chu's shrieking and resistance.

However, beneath the pulse, he felt nothing but confusion in his psychic powers.

It was as if there was a terrible force, saying that all his cultivation and spiritual powers were confined somewhere and would erupt at any moment.

“Little sister, don't waste your energy.” Cloud shook his head with a grin, "Third Brother was not poisoned or injured, he was cursed. ”

“Curse?”

“Little sister, you still don't know good.” If the clouds pat her shoulder cold, "you go out first, and tomorrow, the old man will recover as usual. ”

Qin Jiu squeezed Chu's legs tightly away from the pale, thin and powerless, his eyes red and he swallowed: “Third, don't... don't be afraid... this time, you... you can survive... you... you won't die...”

Chu's end suddenly bit his lip and blood seeped from between his teeth.

His eyes were reddish and he endured utter pain and hatred, but he still couldn't help but turn despair into tears pouring out his eyes.

“Y'all, let... Little Sister... out!” He was mute, verbatim.

Yun Ru rubbed a tear, “Little sister, go out first! No, don't look. ”

Mu Yan took a deep breath, not only didn't go out, but took out the magic harp.

Fiber Ten fingers press the string to gently rotate the movement.

[Floating Dream] Skill is a little exciting.

The piano is spinning, spiritual, as if an invisible barrier had left Chu end of the package.

To keep those sorrows, sorrows, hatred and despair off the fence for him.

“Third Brother, I haven't been able to relieve the pain for you yet. ”

“Then please, in your dreams, forget for a moment the desperate state of this reality. ”

“Whatever that spell is, one day I'll be for you except it! ”

In a messy bed, Chu's eyes were closed at the end of the day, and the corner of his eyebrows still contained pain, but slowly stained with a little peace and quiet.

Qin Liquor was bleeding with Chu's leg in his grip, and suddenly shouted: “The blood turned red, it turned red! Great, Third Son finally got through this again... I got through this! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ”

Yun looked up at Mu Yan with a shock, "Little sister, what did you just do? You just played the piano...”

Moe wiped the sweat off her forehead, revealing a weak smile.

This is the first time she has played [Floating Dream] entirely with her spiritual powers, and has risen to level 3 [Floating Dream].

Chu's divorced mind was too resolute and too indulgent in his own anguished hatred.

So tired of knitting this dream.

Mu Yan smiled slightly: “Just let Brother San have a wonderful dream, but the cure will not cure Ben, Brother Big Brother, what is this [spell]? ”

Yun Ruo opened his mouth and finally swallowed it back, "Thank you, Little Sister. But this spell is too dangerous for you to touch. Why don't you go home and get some rest? ”