Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Meanwhile, there were more and more incoming flying swords, and the Mystic power they brought was also getting more and more horrible.
Muyan could hardly avoid all the swords.
The wounds on her body were piling up.
But she didn’t panic, and her eyes grew brighter and colder.
All of a sudden, she took the Chinese zither into her arms. Instead of running the Mystic power, she plucked the strings with her fingers.
The clear music soon came out from under her fingers, which overlapped with the originally stern and bleak music.
At first, the stern and bleak music prevailed, and Muyan’s clothes were almost red with blood.
However, as the two kinds of music overlapped with each other more and more fiercely, the stern and bleak one was slowly suppressed.
Until finally, it completely disappeared from the cave.
At the same time, those flying sword auras also disappeared without a trace.
Muyan was relieved and couldn’t hold the Chinese zither any longer. It then fell to the ground.
The gentle female voice rang in her ears again. “Congratulations, you’ve passed the first trial for inheritance to the God Musical Bureau. Now you’ll be sent to the second inheritance trial.”
As the voice fell, the scene in front of Muyan changed immediately.
Before she could clearly see where she was, she heard a familiar cry. “Mommy—!”
Xiaobao?!
The overjoyed thought had just passed her mind when a little body shot into her arms like a cannonball.
Muyan was hit and staggered, and her wounds split open in burning pain.
But there was a bright smile on her face.
When she hugged the little body in her arms tightly, Muyan finally discovered that her own body had been trembling unconsciously.
She could endure all the pain and frustration, but she couldn’t accept Xiaobao leaving her.
Xiaobao also hugged Muyan tightly. He buried his small head in her arms and didn’t want to part with her.
No matter how calm and expressionless he was, Xiaobao was only a four-year-old child, after all.
Suddenly, the thick smell of blood entered Xiaobao’s nose.
He straightened up and belatedly saw that Muyan was covered in blood.
“Mommy, you’re hurt!” Xiaobao raised his voice in shock, trembling and choking.
His beautiful big blue eyes were suddenly wet as if he was trying so hard to hold back tears.
Muyan’s condition was indeed quite miserable at this moment.
Her originally white clothes had been dyed red with blood.
Muyan took out the hemostatic and healing medicine and sprinkled it on her wounds casually then smiled and said, “I’m okay. It just looks serious, but they’re all surface injuries.”
“Mommy, does it hurt?” Xiaobao asked while choking up.
Muyan smiled again. “If Xiaobao blows the wounds for Mommy, it won’t hurt.”
Xiaobao immediately held Muyan’s hand without hesitation and took a breath then began to blow the wounds carefully.
He was so nervous and afraid that he might use too much strength and hurt his mommy.
Muyan’s heart was softened.
She kissed her son over and over again then said, “Xiaobao, you’re so helpful. It doesn’t hurt at all after you blew Mommy’s wounds.”
Xiaobao looked at his mommy with shining eyes and a faint smile curled up at his mouth.
This kiddy was actually very, very happy now.
Muyan bandaged her wounds simply, then got up with Xiaobao and looked around.