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

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The jade fingers clung to his scarred wrist.

Under the pulse of the diagnosis, Mu Yan slightly frowned.

Sure enough, Yan Haotian’s injury is far from being as simple as it seems.

In the past life, Yan Haotian as the confidant of Gong Qianxue, eventually repaired to reach the peak of the heavenly level.

However, it is made by forcibly treating and accumulating black and white medicines with great side effects.

Therefore, after reaching the peak of the heavenly level, Yan Haotian is no longer able to enter, and he passed away after a serious injury.

When he died, he did not know that his own enemies and enemies were Gong Qianxue and Yan Lie.

Mu Yan retracted her hand: "Sit on the floor with your knees, for a while, no matter what I do, you should not resist."

Yan Haotian said on the ground and sat down on the floor.

In the hands of Mu Yan, I don’t know when I have more days.

She closed her eyes and the sigh of the body quickly mobilized.

Xiaobao stood up and held a small face around her.

As the plain ten fingers slowly undulate on the gray-black strings, the sound of the swaying sound blew out from her fingers.

Yan Haotian’s original cold look slowly softened as he heard the music.

His eyebrows stretched over the scarred face, revealing a gentle and sweet look, as if he had thought of a beautiful memory.

Mu Yan’s heart sighed softly, but the movement in his hand did not stop.

The sound of the piano slowly changed, and the original entanglement moved, slowly becoming sobbing, hurting the liver and intestines.

Yan Haotian’s expression gradually changed from softness to pain and struggle.

The big sweat of the beans rolled down from his forehead.

The burly body shivered uncontrollably.

In his qihai, Xuan Li was slowly beating with the jump of the music, and began to flow in his internal organs and Qijing.

Every place where Xuanqi goes, it is not the warmth of warmth, but the pain of tears.

Yan Haotian gritted his teeth and his mouth slowly overflowed with blood. His clothes were completely soaked in sweat.

But he didn't even make a snoring sound, let alone move it, or run his own power to resist a point.

Just because this is the order of Mu Yan.

When the mysterious airflow excited by the piano sounded through every inch of his meridians, the sad and sad music changed suddenly and became a fierce violent spur.

More intense pain broke out from the flesh and bones of Yan Haotian's body.

He finally couldn't help it anymore, and his mouth opened with a beastly painful whine.

The fine blood beads are mixed with viscous black liquor that seeps from the surface of his skin.

At this moment, Yan Haotian looks even more miserable than in the Colosseum.

Black and red blood and tears flowed out of his seven scorpions, and the new clothes that had just been replaced were completely reddened by black blood.

However, the sound of Mu Yan’s piano is not stopped or soft.

Until the sound of the piano lasted for half an hour, it slowly stopped.

Mu Yan took back some numb fingers and whispered: "You go back to take a bath, change your clothes, and come to see me."

Yan Haotian struggled to get up from the ground. His whole person was like a fish that had just been fished out of the black blood quagmire. It was stinking and dirty.

The weak body is even standing still in the station, and just fell off and almost fell.

But he did the respectful dedication and then stepped back.

When Yan Haotian left, Xiaobao immediately rushed over and clung to Muyan.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Mu Yan whispered.