Chapter 34
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Those flying swords are getting denser and denser, and the Mysterious Energy they contain is even more frightening.
Mu Yan is almost unable to dodge all the swords.
The wounds on her body are increasing.
However, she doesn't panic. Instead, her pair of eyes are getting brighter and colder.
Suddenly, she takes the zither. She doesn't circulate her Mysterious Energy, but plucks the strings with her slender fingers.
The clear and melodious sound of the zither from the high mountains and flowing rivers overlaps with the desolate desolation of an ambush.
In the beginning, the desolation has the upper hand, and Mu Yan's clothes are almost dyed red with blood.
However, as the two kinds of zither sounds overlap more and more, the desolate and impassioned zither sound is slowly suppressed.
In the end, it completely disappears in the cave.
At the same time, those piercing Sword Qi also disappear without a trace.
Mu Yan breathes a sigh of relief. She can no longer hold the zither in her hand, and it falls to the ground.
She hears a gentle female voice in her ear: "Congratulations, you have passed the first trial of the God Musicians' Inheritance. Now, you will be sent to the second space of inheritance. "
As soon as the voice falls, the scene in front of Mu Yan changes.
Before she could see where she is, she hears a familiar voice, "Niangqin –!!"
Xiao Bao?!!
Just as the ecstatic thought turns in her mind, a small body rushes into her arms like a cannonball.
Mu Yan staggers from the impact, and the wounds on her body burst open, burning with pain.
However, there is a bright and beautiful smile on her face.
Holding the little person tightly in her arms, Mu Yan finds that her body is trembling unconsciously.
She can endure all the pain and setbacks, but she can't accept Xiao Bao leaving her.
Xiao Bao also hugs Mu Yan tightly, his little head buried in her arms, reluctant to leave.
No matter how calm he usually appears, no matter how expressionless, Xiao Bao is still just a four-year-old child.
Suddenly, Xiao Bao's sensitive little nose smells a strong smell of blood.
He straightens up, and only then does he realize that Mu Yan is covered in blood.
"Niangqin, you're hurt!" The child's crisp and childish voice suddenly rises, trembling and choking.
His beautiful blue eyes suddenly become moist, as if he is trying his best to restrain the tears from falling.
Mu Yan's current appearance was also somewhat miserable.
His originally snow-white clothes had been completely dyed red with blood.
Mu Yan takes out the hemostasis medicine she has on her and casually sprinkles it on the wound. She smiles carelessly and says: "It's nothing. It looks serious, but it's actually just a superficial wound."
"Mother, does it hurt?" Xiao Bao asked in a choked voice.
Muyan beamed and said, "As long as Xiaobao blows it for niangqin, niangqin won't hurt anymore."
When Xiao Bao heard this, he immediately held Mu Yan's hand without hesitation. He puffed up his cheeks and carefully blew on it.
His small face is clearly cold, but his movements of blowing on the wound are so nervous, as if he's afraid that Mu Yan will be in pain with just a little bit more force.
Mu Yan looks at her son like this and her heart softens into a complete mess.
She hugged him in her arms and kissed him. Then, she smiled and said, "Xiaobao is really amazing. After blowing on me a few times, Niangqin doesn't feel any pain anymore."
Xiao Bao's eyes are sparkling as he looks at Mu Yan, the corners of his mouth curling up into a shallow arc that can't be seen.
But everyone knew that the little fellow was very happy at this moment.
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