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

“Probably Bao's blood father, who has suffered special injuries today. And their veins are a little special, and they don't feel much for each other during the week, but once the inheritance is triggered in the veins, there will be a brief interconnection between the fathers and sons. ”

Mu Yan's a fool.

“And just to be clear, Baby has suffered a part of what that stupid junk man is going through today. ”

Baby's biological father?

Muang's mind was in a moment of trance.

That dark, damp cave, hot breathing, almost melting her embrace, and tearing pain...

Your hands tighten suddenly and your nails are almost deeply embedded in the meat.

Qihuang saw her suddenly pale face, the attitude of ridicule and curse instantly converged, and her eyes filled with worry: "Hello, Junmuyan, are you okay? ”

Muay shook her head gently.

He took a deep breath, touched Baby's forehead and softly said: "How long will Baby have to suffer? ”

Qihuang: “This uncertainty depends on the severity of the man's injuries. However, there is one thing you can rest assured. Although Bao is suffering now, this pain is not harmful to him. When he wakes up, there is a good chance that he will improve and even enter into enlightenment...”

After hearing Qihuang say this, Mu Yan took a sigh of relief.

Hold the baby with the little frown in her arms, patting gently: "Baby, don't be afraid, Mother is here. ”

This blood inheritance triggers sympathy, and no medication or treatment can work.

Muay can only watch her heart and heart suffer.

Bao's obsession opened his eyes and breathed a scorching breath: “Mother, Bao... it hurts...”

Mu Yan felt painful, bent down and gently rubbed Bao's rolling cheek with his face.

“Mother knows that Xiaobao is sick and that's why she's upset. When it gets better, everything will be fine. ”

Bao reached out his little hand and grabbed Mu Yan's corner of clothes, squeezing gently: “Bao is sick, Mother... will stay with Bao all the time... right? ”

Mu Jianhuan red: “Even if Bao is well, Mother will accompany you. ”

Bao revealed a small smile of care.

Fevered red, ice-blue eyes with the joy of childish invisibility: “Can Bao sleep with his mother too? Baby hasn't slept with her mother for a long time. ”

Muang quickly wiped away the tears in the corner of his eyes and kissed him on the forehead, "Sure. When the baby gets sick, can Mother take you shopping? It's been a long time since Bao bought clothes for his mother. ”

Even the faint baby nodded hard, then lowered his voice: “Actually, the baby bought... the mother's, the father's, and the baby's... the family... the baby loved it, loved it, loved it...”

The tender voice grew lighter and lighter, and finally fell asleep in his face.

And the constant high fever gradually went down.

Mu Yan touched Bao's reddish little face, his eyes were indescribably tender and painful.

Qihuang suddenly said: “Who is Bao's real father? ”

Moe's face lagged behind, then pulled up her lips and faintly said: "It's just an irrelevant dead man. ”

Seven brilliants shrunk their necks and dared not ask again.

He always felt that every word Muang had just said was full of killing.