"It's probably Xiaobao's blood father, who has suffered a special injury now. And their blood lineage is a bit special, and they don't have much interaction with each other on weekdays, but once the inheritance hidden in the blood line is triggered, the relationship between father and son If there is a state between them, there will be a short-term intercommunication."
Muyan was dumbfounded.
"To be more clear, Xiaobao has endured part of the pain that that stupid trash man is suffering now."
Xiaobao's biological father
Muyan's mind was in a trance for a moment.
That dark and damp cave, the scorching breath, the embrace that almost melted her, and the tearing pain...
His hands clenched tightly, his nails almost digging deep into the flesh.
Seeing her suddenly pale face, Qi Huang immediately restrained his mocking and cursing attitude, his eyes were full of worry: "Hey, Jun Muyan, are you okay?"
Muyan shook her head lightly.
It took a long time before he took a deep breath, touched Xiaobao's forehead, and said softly: "How long will Xiaobao suffer?"
Qi Huang: "This is uncertain, it depends on the severity of the man's injury. But you can rest assured that although Xiao Bao is suffering now, the pain is not harmful to him. When he wakes up, there is a great chance The cultivation base will improve, and even enter the epiphany... "
Hearing what Qihuang said, Muyan let out a long sigh of relief.
He hugged Xiaobao who was frowning in discomfort, and patted him lightly: "Don't be afraid, Xiaobao, mother is here."
This kind of empathy triggered by blood inheritance, no medicine or treatment can work.
Muyan can only watch her darling suffer.
Xiaobao opened his eyes in a daze, and exhaled a hot breath from his mouth: "Mother, Xiaobao... I feel uncomfortable..."
Muyan felt pain in her heart, bent down, and gently rubbed Xiaobao's hot cheek with her face.
"Mother knows that Xiaobao is sick, which is why he feels uncomfortable. When the illness is cured, everything will be fine."
Xiaobao stretched out his small hand, grabbed Muyan's clothes, and gently squeezed it: "Xiaobao is sick, mother...will always be with Xiaobao...isn't it?"
Muyan's eyes turned red: "Even if Xiaobao recovers from illness, mother will accompany you."
Xiaobao showed a cautious smile.
The ice-blue eyes, which were burned red by heat, were full of childish joy that was usually invisible: "Can Xiaobao sleep with mother too? It's been a long time since Xiaobao... hasn't slept with mother."
Muyan quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and kissed his forehead, "Of course. When Xiaobao recovers from his illness, mother will take you shopping, okay? Xiaobao hasn't bought clothes for mother for a long time."
Even the drowsy Xiaobao nodded vigorously, and then said in a low voice: "Actually, Xiaobao bought... mother's, daddy's, and Xiaobao's... family... Xiaobao likes, likes, likes... "
The childish voice became softer and softer, and finally fell into a deep sleep in Muyan's arms.
And the high fever, which had never subsided, gradually subsided.
Muyan touched Xiaobao's flushed face, her eyes were filled with indescribable tenderness and love.
Qihuang suddenly asked: "Who is Xiaobao's biological father?"
Muyan's expression froze for a moment, then she raised the corners of her lips and said lightly: "It's just an insignificant dead person."
Qihuang shrank her neck, not daring to ask any more questions.
He always felt that in what Muyan said just now, every word was full of murderous intent.