Pastoral pamper: Cultivating the field, cultivating immortals, giving birth to cubs

Chapter 422 Blood Fiend Poison Enters the Body

When Mu Nuanan left, Guoguo cried into tears. The originally fat and white Guoguo had blushed crying face and swollen eyes. Seeing Mu Nuanan was so heartbroken, she wished she could leave everything behind and stay in the The child is enough.

But she knew she couldn't.

After Mu Nuan'an left, according to her plan, Mu Ziwen began to prepare for the new store and the expansion of Jinxiu Pavilion with the help of Luo Tianhe.

This time, Mu Nuan'an didn't control the sword, nor did he return directly to the sect in the spirit boat. Instead, he rode his horse all the way, taking into account the disasters that happened along the way.

Along the way, she has seen many life and death, how many people died of illness, and the family members cried heartbreakingly, which triggered her most sensitive nerves.

How many times she felt empathy and grief, let her understand her weakness and powerlessness.

On this day, a group of people finally entered the southern border, but the sights in front of them all stimulated their eyes.Looking at the pagodas all over the place, countless people lay helplessly on the ground, sobbing and wailing everywhere.

It seems to be crying about the injustice of the world and being abandoned by fate.

The timid one had already burst into tears, turned his head, and dared not continue watching.

Mu Nuan'an got off the horse and approached with heavy steps.

It was obviously a rare sunny day, but when the sun shone on her body, she didn't feel any warmth at all, only the boundless coldness and coldness.The whole world seemed to be shrouded in an indispellable darkness, surrounded by a deep sense of despair.

"What's going on here?" Ling Moyun's expression was very bad. Even if he was severely affected by the disaster, he never expected such a scene.

A shadow emerged from behind, standing respectfully on one side, talking about these days, the occurrence of tragedy, and the changes in the Cang'er Continent.

"Bastard!" There seemed to be a cloud of anger in Mu Nuan'an's chest, burning her reason crazily, making her in a state of rage.

If Ling Moyun hadn't held her back at the most critical moment, her anger might have affected these innocent people.

Anyone who has seen such a scene can't restrain his emotions rationally, and Mu Nuan'an is no different.

"Let's make some porridge to warm the stomachs of the elderly and children." Mu Nuanan took a few deep breaths, suppressed the anger in her heart, and arranged for Ling Moyun's people to cook porridge without looking back, while she took them to relax. Slowly approach the dilapidated mountain temple.

This mountain temple is the highest place in the surrounding area.

"Are you a fairy sister?" The little boy struggled to open his eyes, and saw Mu Nuan'an dressed in white, dancing like a goddess descending from heaven.

"No, my sister is not a fairy," Mu Nuanan quickly squatted down, "But now my sister wants to feel your pulse, would you like it?"

There was a pale smile on the boy's frail face, but Mu Nuan'an thought it was the most beautiful smile in the world.

"Sister Fairy can help Yangyang feel the pulse..."

But when Mu Nuan'an's three fingers just put on the boy's wrist, the old man who was holding the boy suddenly woke up, wondering if he was awakened by the conversation between the two of them.

Seeing Mu Nuan'an stretching out his hand, the old man immediately pulled the boy's hand into his arms like a calf, hugged him tightly, and stared at Mu Nuan'an vigilantly and sharply. If Mu Nuan'an made another move, he would She will protect the boy in her arms even if she dies.

But his gaze was fixed on the man next to Mu Nuan'an. There was a terrifying aura about this man, and his eagle-like eyes exuded an aura of indifference to everything, including life.As if his life was insignificant like an ant in the eyes of a man, as long as he dared to attack the woman in front of him, the man would tear him to pieces.

Mu Nuan gave Ling Moyun a sideways look, telling him to restrain his aura and not scare him.

The old man stared dumbfounded at Ling Moyun showing a gentle smile, restraining his dangerous edge.

"Old man, don't be afraid, we have no malicious intentions." Mu Nuan'an looked at the old man who was protecting the calf kindly, "We were passing through your place, and we happened to meet this scene, so we stopped. And I know a little about the art of Qihuang, I hope the old man Let me feel Yangyang's pulse..."

The vigilance in the old man's eyes gradually faded away, and his arms around Yangyang loosened.

Mu Nuan'an nodded towards the old man, and looked at the boy in his arms tenderly, "Yangyang, can my sister take your pulse?"

It may be that the kindness exuding from her made the boy feel comfortable, and she actually stretched out her arms slowly.

For a moment, Mu Nuan'an frowned, and looked at Yangyang solemnly.

Luo Fan and the others did not dare to speak out at this moment, for fear of disturbing Mu Nuan'an.

"Yangyang, can you stick out your tongue and show it to your sister?"

Yangyang tilted his head ignorantly, but obediently followed suit.

really!Mu Nuan'an's expression did not relax, but was more dignified than before.

Mu Nuanan withdrew her fingers, rubbed Yangyang's little head tenderly, and asked, "Can the old man tell me if there are black spots and red threads near the right butterfly bone on Yangyang's back?"

The old man peeled off Yangyang's clothes suspiciously, his eyes showed surprise, Mu Nuanan's face was clear, it really was so...

"I don't know this one..." The old man hastily put on his belt for Yang Yang, and was about to ask.

Mu Nuan'an took a look at Yangyang and shook her head at him.

The old man immediately understood what she meant and shut up.

"Yangyang, we cooked porridge over there, can you go over and get some for grandpa?"

"Yeah." The little boy nodded with firm eyes, promising that he would complete the task.

Seeing the little boy struggling to get up and galloping over with his short legs, Mu Nuan'an opened his mouth.

"Old man, I wonder if I can diagnose your pulse for you?"

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"I don't know my grandson..." The old man's face was wrinkled and mottled, and his face was full of pleading.

Seeing Mu Nuan'an shaking his head, the old man seemed to be drained of all energy in an instant, and his whole body exuded an air of death and decadence.

Mu Nuanan couldn't bear to hit him, and said, "I need to know how many people in your village suffer from the same disease..."

The old man's dull eyes suddenly burst out with light full of hope, and Mu Nuan'an couldn't bear to turn his head away, "Although I know what kind of disease you are suffering from, but I don't know the cause of the disease, so I can only suppress the disease in your body. Only when the source of the disease is found can it be possible to cure you."

"Thank you Goddess for saving my life!" She was about to bow down immediately, but Mu Nuanan hurriedly supported her.

"Don't thank me. Now I can help you suppress it for three months at most. If after three months, you still can't find an antidote, I'm afraid..."

Mu Nuan'an didn't say the rest, but the old man also understood what she meant.

Three months... three months more is enough, at least there is hope if you live, right?

"You can discuss it with the villagers after dinner. If they are willing, I will help you to suppress the disease; if they are not willing, I will not force it. It's just that the bad words are first, and it may be three months later. Still can't research the antidote, then you can only..."

(End of this chapter)