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

Moo-yan watched her put on her shirt and sat across from her, sighing a long airway: “Why didn't you tell me the wound was so serious? If you see me another day later, I'm afraid you won't be able to fix it from now on. ”

“And early treatment, which can only be cured once, now requires at least a month of sustained treatment before it can be completely eradicated. ”

Shadowmei bit her lip, so much so that she lowered her voice: “In the Battle of Heaven, I didn't protect my little master, I almost let him go. ”

“So this is how you punish yourself?” Muang is going to be laughed at. "Are you stupid or what? How sad would it be if Baby found out? ”

Yimei shook her head in haste: "No, I just realized I was too weak. I want to be stronger, to be eligible to continue to be the head of the Xuan script, to be able to guard you in the future, guard your lord, guard your little master. ”

And she's a very talented, soft woman who starts late, and if she wants to be stronger than others, she has to work thousands of times harder than others.

Long-term injuries are too luxurious for her.

By contrast, the identity of her woman cannot be known to anyone, nor can she be allowed to have pulse therapy by a physician.

Muang frowned: “Don't you still want to restore the woman's identity? ”

Shadowy dropped the curtain, didn't answer.

His hands clasped their fists unconsciously.

Mu Yan sighed: “What about the cold night? How sad would it be if he knew you were so badly wounded, suffering every day without telling him? ”

Shadowy glanced at the ground and whispered, “He deserves better. ”

“What?” Muang suspected that he had misheard.

Yingmei raised her head and smiled at her. The smile could not speak calmly and calmly.

But Mu Yan somehow felt a scratch in his heart, and he could barely breathe.

“He deserves a better woman on a cold night than a bloody monster like me. ”

She could not rely wholeheartedly on him, could not have children for him, and could not even be guaranteed to stay with him.

In the battle of heaven, the tearing of hearts and lungs in the cold night cried as if it was still in the ear.

And she, she couldn't even promise to lay down her knife for him, and then wash her mind and become the wife of his virtuous Sook Tak.

She's not a man, she's not a woman.

Just one, monster.

After this brief sentence, Yingmei stood up and knelt down towards Mu Yan. She kowtowed her head before turning away.

Anyway, she has long vowed to remain faithful to you and guard you and Miss.

Anyway, starting with her choosing to dress as a man, she became the head of the genre.

She never dreamed of a quiet, mediocre life.

Thoroughly as I thought, when I turned around, the crystalline tears crossed my face.

……

He looked at the candle fire that lit up in the house and looked in a trance.

The sound coming from the ear, coming in from one ear, coming out from another.

Didn't even hear what was said.

The person who finally spoke couldn't bear to snap her chin, forcing the two of them to look at each other.

“Jun Mu Yan, don't get too far! ”

“Benjun has promised to treat Yingmei for two hours. Now that the treatment is over, are you still so distracted? Isn't it true that the position of the king in your heart is not as good as that of Yingmei? ”

Muang returned to God and saw a man with a gloomy, handsome face that could drip into the water. He couldn't help laughing.