And the swords are more and more dense, and the mysterious force is more and more terrible. Muyan could hardly avoid all the swords. There are more and more wounds on the body. However, she did not panic, a pair of eyes but more and more bright, more and more cold. All of a sudden, she took the Guqin. Instead of running Xuanli, she used her slender fingers to stir it on the string. The Qingniao music of mountains and rivers overlaps with the bleak extermination. At first, Su Sha had the upper hand, and Mu Yan's clothes were almost dyed red with blood. However, as the two kinds of music overlap more and more severely, the fierce music was slowly suppressed. Until finally, completely eliminated in the cave. At the same time, those sword Qi also disappeared. Mu Yan is relieved, the Qin in the hand can't grasp any more, and falls to the ground. She heard a gentle female voice in her ear: "congratulations on passing the first shenyuefu inheritance test. Now we will send you into the second inheritance space. " As soon as the voice fell, the scene in front of Muyan changed. Before she could see where she was, she heard a familiar cry, "mother --!" Xiaobao?!! As soon as the idea of ecstasy turned in her mind, a small body rushed into her arms like a shell. Mu Yan was bumped into a stagger, the wound on the body is more cracked, hot pain. However, there was a bright smile on her face. Will be a small person tightly in the arms, Mu Yan found that his body in the unconscious shaking. She can bear all the pain and frustration, but she can't accept Xiaobao's leaving her. Xiaobao also hugs Muyan tightly. Her head is buried in her arms. She is reluctant to leave. No matter how calm and paralyzed he is, Xiaobao is only a four-year-old. All of a sudden, Xiao Bao's sensitive little nose smelled a thick smell of blood. He straightened up, and later realized that Mu Yan was covered with blood“ Mother, you are hurt The child's crisp milk voice rose abruptly, trembling and choking. Blue beautiful eyes, all of a sudden become wet, as if to endure, in order not to let tears fall. Mu Yan's appearance at this time is also a little sad. The original snow-white clothes have been completely dyed red by blood. Muyan took out the hemostatic medicine and sprinkled it on the wound at will. She said with a smile: "it's OK. It's just serious. In fact, it's just skin injury."“ Does it hurt my mother? " Xiao Bao asked in a choking voice. Muyan said with a smile: "as long as Xiaobao blows to her mother, she will not hurt." Xiaobao immediately held Muyan's hand without hesitation, puffed his cheek and blew it carefully. Clearly cold Zhang Xiaolian, but the action of blowing the wound is so nervous, as if afraid of a little heavy, Mu Yan will hurt. Mu Yan looked at such a son, a soft hearted mess. She hugged the man in her arms and gave him a kiss. Then she said with a smile, "Xiao Bao is really powerful. After blowing a few times like this, my mother won't hurt at all." Xiaobao's eyes are shining and he looks at Mu Yan, and his mouth has a shallow arc that can't be seen. But everyone knows that the little guy is very happy at this time. Muyan bandaged his wound at will, then got up and took Xiaobao to look around.