Muyan raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and she tapped the rolled book in her hand, and said with a half-smile: "Oh, so I don't need to help you recover your cultivation and connect the veins in your legs? You're wasting my time.

You’ve been studying for so long. Well, since you don’t want treatment, I’ll send you there…”

"Wait, wait a minute!!" Luo Beiyu's eyes suddenly widened and he said in disbelief, "Master, what did you just say?"

Muyan chuckled lightly, "I didn't say anything!"

"No, Master! You said it! You said you could restore my cultivation and connect the veins in my legs, right?!" Luo Beiyu struggled to get up from the bed, his voice so excited that he almost became

screamed.

There was originally no hope, so it was one thing to break the pot.

But now that he saw hope in a desperate situation, how could he calm down?

Just as Muyan was about to reply, the door to the room was pushed open.

Xiaobao's short and small body walked in, his handsome little face was cold and expressionless.

He was holding a food box that was taller than half his body, but he seemed to feel no weight or burden at all. He walked to Muyan easily, raised his head and said, "Mother, it's time to eat."

"Well, Xiaobao is so good!" Muyan lowered her head and kissed her son on the cheek.

Take out all the food from the food box and place it on the table.

Xiaobao spontaneously sat down at the dining table next to Muyan. While choosing her favorite dishes for Muyan, he said with a sullen face: "Mother, eat slowly!"

Even Luo Beiyu, who was full of hope, expectation, anxiety and apprehension, could not help but be stunned when he saw this scene.

Hey! Wait a minute, did you get the roles of mother and son wrong?

Shouldn't it be Muyan who takes care of Xiaobao's diet and daily life, prepares meals for Xiaobao, and feeds her her favorite dishes?

But why, everything has been turned around now?

Xiaobao, a four-year-old child, takes care of his master in every possible way, perfectly and thoughtfully. What is going on?

"Master...Master, little senior brother, you..." Luo Beiyu swallowed and spoke dryly.

While Muyan was enjoying her meal, she said: "Xiaobao, your senior brother hasn't eaten yet, prepare a portion for him."

Xiaobao picked up some dishes at random with an expressionless face, took a bowl of rice, and placed it in front of Luo Beiyu.

He didn't even say "eat", leaving him with a small, noble and cold figure.

After returning to his seat, he brought a plate of beef to Muyan and said in a cold voice: "Mother, eat more!"

"Well, Xiaobao, let's eat more!" Muyan gave her son a bright smile.

Luo Beiyu was speechless and choked up. Master, little senior brother, your differential treatment is too great, isn't it?

…

"Master, you said you could cure me, is it true?"

Muyan took a sip of the tea after dinner, held her son's soft and fragrant body in her arms, and said happily: "What? You don't believe it?"

"No, no, no, I believe it! I believe whatever Master says!"

Muyan put down the tea cup and spoke again, "However, there is a problem."

"What...what's the problem?" Luo Beiyu's heart was suddenly raised again.

“The process can be a little painful!”

Luo Beiyu's hand that was supporting his body softened, and he fell on the bed with a thud, "Master, please stop teasing me. I'm not even afraid of death, so why should I be afraid of pain!"
Chapter completed!