Muyan raised her eyebrows when she heard this, she held a rolled book in her hand and tapped it in her hands, she said with a half-smile: "Oh, so I don't need to help you restore your cultivation and connect the tendons in your legs? It's useless to me I have been studying for so long. Well, since you don't want to be treated, I will send you to... "
"Wait, wait a minute!!" Luo Beiyu's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in disbelief, "Master, what did you just say?"
Muyan chuckled lightly, "I didn't say anything!"
"No, Master! You said it! You said that you can restore my cultivation base and connect the tendons in my legs, right?!" Luo Beiyu struggled to get up from the bed, his voice was so excited that it almost became screamed.
Originally there was no hope, so it was one thing to break the can.
But now that he sees hope in a desperate situation, how can he calm down.
Just as Muyan was about to answer, the door of the room was pushed open.
Xiao Bao's short and small body walked in, his handsome face was cold and expressionless.
He was carrying a food box that was half taller than him, but he didn't seem to feel the weight and burden at all, he walked to Muyan's side easily, raised his head and said: "Mother, it's time to eat."
"Well, Xiaobao is really good!" Muyan lowered her head and kissed her son's cheek.
Take out all the meals in the food box and put them on the table.
Xiao Bao spontaneously sat down at the dining table next to Muyan, and while picking out Muyan's favorite dishes, he said with a sullen face, "Mother, eat slowly!"
Even Luo Beiyu, who was full of hope, anticipation, anxiety, and apprehension, couldn't help being dumbfounded when he saw this scene.
Hello! Wait a minute, you got the roles of mother and son wrong, right
Shouldn't it be Muyan who takes care of Xiaobao's daily life, prepares meals for Xiaobao, and brings her favorite dishes for her to eat
But why, it's all turned around now
Xiaobao is a four-year-old child, and his master takes care of him meticulously, perfectly and thoughtfully, what's the matter
"Master... Master, little brother, you..." Luo Beiyu swallowed, and spoke dryly.
While eating heartily, Muyan said: "Xiaobao, your senior brother hasn't eaten yet, prepare one for him too."
With a blank expression on his face, Xiaobao randomly ordered food, brought a bowl of rice, and put it in front of Luo Beiyu.
He didn't even say "eat it", leaving him with a small noble and glamorous back.
After returning to the seat, he brought a plate of beef to Muyan, and said in a cold milky voice: "Mother, eat more!"
"Well, Xiaobao also eat more!" Muyan replied to her son with a bright smile.
Luo Beiyu choked speechlessly, Master, little senior brother, isn't your discriminatory treatment too great
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"Master, you said you can cure me, is it true?"
Muyan took a sip of the after-dinner tea, hugged her son's soft and fragrant body in her arms, and said comfortably: "What? Don't believe it?"
"No, no, I believe, I believe! I believe everything Master says!"
Muyan put down the teacup, and spoke again, "However, there is a problem."
"What... What's the problem?" Luo Beiyu's heart was suddenly brought up again.
"The process can be a bit painful!"
Luo Beiyu's hand supporting his body softened, and he fell onto the bed with a bang, "Master, please stop teasing your disciples. I'm not even afraid of death, so why should I be afraid of pain!"
"Student, since you have such an awareness, it's really great. Master, I'm worried that I have nowhere to practice!"