Dumpling frowned: "Mother, do you look down on me?"
"No, nothing, just asking."
"Don't worry. Although my medical skills are not as perfect as my father's, I'm not far from reaching the pinnacle."
Your father must have taught you to brag since you were young, right?
Even though he said this, Yu Buhuan still had high expectations.
"By the way, mother, this is for you." Dumpling took off a green jade pendant from his neck.
Yu picked it up in confusion, and his palms suddenly felt cold.
"What is this?"
"Treat your wound. Without this, your wound will never heal."
This reminded Yu that he was unhappy. During the past few days in the prison, his palms were always prickly and painful. He thought it was because the prison was very damp, but that was what happened.
"Okay, I have to help the fat uncle with his treatment. Mom, please wait outside." Dumpling rolled up his sleeves in a serious manner, revealing a section of his snow-white arms.
Yu Buhuan held Han Yu in his hand and put down his hanging heart: "Okay, I'll go out and wait."
Waiting is tiring, especially in such cold weather. Yubu Huan stomped his feet back and forth, looking into the room from time to time.
Why is there no sound at all?
She put her ear close to the crack of the door, but still couldn't hear anything.
"I didn't expect that the majestic master would actually have a habit of listening to people in the corner." A teasing evil laughter came from the wind and snow.
Yu turned around unhappily and looked at the visitor.
The visitor was dressed in red, like a demon lotus blooming in the snow.
Mesmerizing and dangerous.
Yu was so unhappy that he took a step back and subconsciously opened his hands to block the door behind him: "What are you doing here?"
"When I come to take my son back to sleep, do I need your permission?"
The snow was flying, covering the sky into a vast expanse of white, and his approaching footsteps were even more threatening than the wind and snow.
Yu Buhuan clenched his palms and narrowed his eyes into a thin line: "You are not Xuanyuan Mu."
This sentence is not a guess, but an affirmation.
She was very sure that this person was definitely not Xuanyuan Mu.
Although he has the same appearance as Xuanyuan Mu.
The foot on the ground suddenly stopped, and Jiao Li looked at her in disbelief: "What did you say?"
Yu Buhuan boldly stepped forward and looked at him from a distance: "You are not Xuanyuan Mu at all. Who are you? What are you here for?"
Her voice was like a basin of cold water, drenching him from head to toe.
It was cold but also accompanied by an unprecedented shiver.
She...she could actually tell the difference between herself and Xuanyuan Mu?
impossible.
This is absolutely impossible.
Jiao Li repeated in his mind over and over again that she must have deceived him. Over the years, except for the master, Gu Xilai and Gu Donglai, no one else knew that he was different from Xuanyuan Mu.
But why would she know?
All kinds of weird emotions flashed through his eyes.
Jiao Li met Yu Buhuan's determined gaze, and an unpredictable smile appeared on his lips: "How do you know I'm not one?"
Yu Buhuan was stunned: "I don't know."
She indeed had no definite evidence to prove that this person was not Xuanyuan Mu, but she believed in her feelings. In fact, she had already had such suspicions when she came up from the bottom of the cliff.
"Hahaha..." The arrogant laughter fell with the rustling wind and snow. Suddenly, Jiao Li stopped smiling: "I'm not, so what?"
This was the first time someone saw that he was different from Xuanyuan Mu.
ps: Chu Yan will make a gorgeous transformation tomorrow. From now on, the pace will be faster. The preparations have been made for so long, and no real work has been done.
