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

Mu Yan gently stroked the silky fabric on her body, as if a long-lasting illusory picture appeared in her mind.

Men usually hold the sword in the hand, holding the needle and thread, awkwardly and carefully mending the baby's clothes.

After just a few strokes, his movements became smooth and skillful, and small clothes slowly formed in his hands.

The man raised his head, smiled braggingly at the demure woman not far away, and shook his clothes.

That smile was silly, completely different from the devil's aloft, but with the pride and gentleness that no father in the world would have.

Mu Yan felt that her heart suddenly became soft, and the resentment and hatred that had been full of it had turned into hot feelings at this moment.

She heard herself say in a low voice: "Thank you, daddy!"

Thank you for everything you have done for me.

boom--!!

There was a loud noise outside the door.

Xue Ji looked up subconsciously, and then the expression on her face gradually solidified into a dull look.

What did she see just now?!

They are great and arrogant, the supreme demon lord fell down?!

Is it an illusion?!

It must be an illusion, right?!!

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On the high roof of the palace, Yun Ruohan sat on the top, drinking wine while overlooking the entire Demon Imperial City.

As the big brother of Xiaoyaomen, he has always been respectful, steady and self-sustaining.

He must educate a few small ones not to be too foolish, lest they become targets of public criticism and get hurt.

From the moment the master died, he told himself to become the patron saint of Xiaoyaomen and not let Xiaoyaomen lose anyone.

He needs to become strong and tough enough to hold everything in the Xiaoyao Gate and become the support of the younger brothers and sisters.

Don't cry even in pain.

Even fear and sadness cannot be expressed.

Even if you are desperate, you can't give up.

Otherwise, what should the little junior sister who is already in pain do?

Otherwise, when the Xiaoyao Sect is assembled, how can he comfort the other brothers?

However, no one would know that Yun Ruohan would also be painful and sad, and Han Ye would be wrapped in despair.

Little Master!

That is the little uncle who has been with them for decades!

Even though they have been seemingly indifferent and indifferent to them, in fact they have been saved one by one and taught them to grow bit by bit.

The master is dead.

If even the little uncle leaves them...

Yun Ruohan raised his head abruptly, trying to drink up the wine in the jug.

However, halfway through, the hip flask was robbed by a small hand.

Yun Ruohan turned his head in surprise, and saw a girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old was holding a hip flask, and drank the wine inside.

"Delicious!!"

"Good wine, my old lady is so special. It's been a long time since I had such an exciting wine!"

The girl's soft and waxy voice spoke extremely vulgar words, and Yun Ruohan could not react for a while.

You Ruo turned her head and glanced at him, "Why are you looking at me? Can't bear your wine?"

She turned the hip flask in her hand, showing a sly smile: "It's useless if I can't bear it, I've drunk it all!"

The girl's cheeks were red, and her apricot eyes were washed like water, clean and hazy.

Yun Ruohan withdrew from the grief and choking emotion just now, and whispered: "Master You Ruo, why are you here?"

"My lord, what my lord, do I look very old?"

Youruo glared at him, "And you can be here, why can't I be here? You still have wine, give it to me!"