"It's probably Xiaobao's blood-related father, who has suffered special injuries now. The blood inheritance of their lineage is a bit special, and there is no sense of mutual response to each other on weekdays, but once the inheritance hidden in the blood is triggered, the state between the father and son will have a brief communication."

Mu Yan was stunned.

"To be clear, Xiaobao has endured part of the pain that the idiot trash man is now suffering."

Xiaobao's biological father?

Mu Yan's thoughts were in a daze for a moment.

The dark and damp cave, the scorching breathing, the embrace that almost melted her, and the tear-like pain...

The hands were clenched suddenly, and the nails were almost deeply embedded in the flesh.

When Qihuang saw her suddenly pale face, his original mocking and cursing attitude instantly restrained, and his eyes were full of worry: "Hey, Jun Muyan, are you okay?"

Mu Yan shook his head gently.

After taking a deep breath after a while, he touched Xiaobao's forehead and whispered: "How long will Xiaobao bear the pain?"

Qihuang: "This uncertainty depends on the severity of the man's injury. But there is one thing you can rest assured that although Xiaobao is suffering now, this kind of pain is beneficial to him or not. When he wakes up, there is a high chance that his cultivation will improve, and he may even enter an enlightenment..."

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

He hugged Xiaobao, who was frowning with his little brows, and gently patted and stroked it: "Xiaobao, don't be afraid, my mother is here."

This empathy triggered by blood inheritance has no medicine or treatment that can have any effect.

Mu Yan could only watch his baby in pain.

Xiaobao opened his eyes in a daze and exhaled a burning breath from his mouth: "Mother, Xiaobao... feels uncomfortable..."

Mu Yan felt ache in his heart, bent down, and gently rubbed his face against Xiaobao's hot cheeks.

"Mom knows that Xiaobao is sick, so he feels uncomfortable. When the illness is cured, everything will be better."

Xiaobao stretched out his little hand, grabbed the corner of Mu Yan's clothes, and gently pinched: "Xiaobao is sick, my mother... will always be with Xiaobao... right?"

Mu Yan's eyes turned red: "Even if Xiaobao recovers from illness, my mother will be with you."

Xiaobao showed a cautious and happy smile.

The ice blue eyes, which were burned red by the fever, were filled with childishness that they usually couldn't see: "Can Xiaobao sleep with his mother? Xiaobao has been...I haven't slept with his mother anymore."

Mu Yan quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and kissed him on the forehead, "Of course. When Xiaobao recovers from illness, will you take you shopping? Xiaobao hasn't bought clothes for his mother for a long time."

Even the groggy Xiaobao nodded vigorously, and then whispered: "Actually, Xiaobao bought...Mother's, Dad's, and Xiaobao's... The family...Xiaobao likes it, very much, very much..."

The tender voice became lighter and lighter, and finally, I was drowsy and fell asleep in Mu Yan's arms.

The high fever that has not yet subsided gradually faded.

Mu Yan touched Xiaobao's red face, and there was endless tenderness and care in his eyes.

Qihuang suddenly said: "Who is Xiaobao's biological father?"

Mu Yan's expression stagnated, then curled up the corners of his lips and said lightly: "It's just an irrelevant dead person."

Qihuang shrank his neck and didn't dare to ask again.

He always felt that every word in what Mu Yan just said was full of murderous aura.
Chapter completed!