"The distinguished guest still has such a good appetite." Duanmu Yawang has lived here for a long time. Xiao Er knows that Duanmu Yawang has a lot of dishes every meal, and smiled: "Our inn also has iced plum soup for gifts today. Guests can come. bowl?"

"Okay, let's have a bowl." Duanmu Yawang smiled: "The weather is hot, and there is a bowl of iced plum soup, which is probably more comfortable."

After she finished speaking, she immediately heard the voice of the little white deer gulping.

This little kid has wanted to eat something together for a long time.

"Yes."

Xiao Er answered, said a few more words with Duanmu Yawang, and went busy.

"Master, I want to drink sour plum soup too~" Xiao Bailu saw that Xiao Er had gone, sitting on the bed, pouting her ruddy little mouth pitifully: "Let's go back to the room to eat."

Duanmu Yawang ignored him, poured tea on his own, sipping tea slowly.

When the dishes came up, she moved the chopsticks by herself, no matter how little Bailu begged, she turned a deaf ear to her ears.

Little Bailu looked at it and knew that Duanmu Yawang was really angry. She bit her little finger in a hurry, and her eyes were bursting with tears: "Master, I know you are wrong. Don’t dare to be angry again next time. Let the little master eat supper before eating."

Duanmu Ya watched, her eyebrows loosened a little, and the action of picking up vegetables paused: "Really no more trouble?"

"Hmm, really, never make trouble again."

Duanmu Yawang snorted lightly, her expression softened, but she didn't say anything, and continued to eat.

With so many dishes on the table, she just ate 80% of the leaves in the autumn wind.

Little Bailu touched his belly and asked faintly, "Master, don't you go back to the room?"

Duanmu Ya looked up without raising her eyelids, and pointed to the dishes on the table leisurely and said: "What is the urgency, there are still so many things on the table that I haven't finished eating. Wouldn't it be a waste to go back like this?"

"That……"

"You mean to say, you haven't eaten yet, right?"

Little White Lu Baba nodded: "Yeah!"

"You have eaten a bunch of candied haws, you don't need to eat this meal." When Duanmu Yawang said, he had almost eaten, and while drinking iced sour plum soup, he said: "Hungry for two days and eat again."

When the little white deer heard it, he cried.

Duanmu Yawang ignored him and just ate himself, knowing that some people didn't teach him a good meal, and they really couldn't manage it.

After Duanmu Yawang finished eating, he went upstairs to go back to the room to rest.

She just closed the door of the room and was about to take off the mask on her face when there was a knock on the door outside the door.

Duanmu Ya took off her mask quickly, "Who?"

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and then a deep voice came out: "Emperor Kill."

Emperor kill?

Duan Muya raised her eyebrows and thought to herself, he came really fast enough, he actually went home during his own meal, and he brought the children to find it.

"Hold on."

When Duanmu Yawang said, he stretched out his hand to fix the mask on his face again, and opened the door when he felt that there was no problem.

The door opened, and he saw a black emperor standing outside the door holding a black child with no skin in his arms.

The child was probably hugged uncomfortably, curled up uncomfortably, and when he saw Duanmu Yawang, he hurriedly turned his head back and nestled tightly in the arms of the emperor.

"Xiao Li is not afraid." Di Sha said in a soft voice, and the child calmed down. The emperor looked at Duanmu Ya: "I will bring Xiaoli and beg you to heal him."

She glanced at the child and stretched out her hand: "Well, leave him to me."

"Xiao Li is afraid of life." The emperor said: "I hold it."

Duanmu Yawang twisted her eyebrows: "When I am treating, no one is allowed to be around."

When the emperor heard this, he hesitated, hugged the little child in his arms a little, and looked at Duanmu Yawang defensively: "I'm not getting in the way."

"I have the final say." Duan Muya saw him not cooperating, her eyes looked like she was looking at a trafficker, and she couldn't help rolling her eyes.

The emperor was silent, still looking at her suspiciously.

Duanmu Yawang shrugged and didn't force it: "I have my principles in what I do. If you want me to heal him, you have to listen to me. If you don't even have the courage to hand him over to me, you just don't. Believe me, then we have nothing to say, you should take your child back home."

After that, she reached out and closed the door.

"and many more!"

Emperor Sha stretched in the door, not letting Duanmu Yawang close the door: "I, I promise."

After that, he was trembling with the child in his arms, stretched out his hand and slammed the child into her arms, then turned around abruptly and left. He didn't know if he was afraid that Duanmu Yawang would regret it or that he would regret it.

A child suddenly appeared in Duanmu Yawang's arms, which made her a little bit dumbfounded. She was helpless to kill the emperor who was about to reach the top of the stairs: "Stop!"

Emperor Kill immediately stopped.

Duanmu Yawang commanded: "You help me guard the outside, don't let anyone approach my room, once you find it is approaching, you immediately deal with it."

The emperor did not hesitate to say, "Okay."

"Also, you are outside, no matter what sound you hear, you are not allowed to come in without my permission."

"good."

Duanmu Yawang continued: "The time I will treat him is uncertain, but it is estimated that the time will not be short. No matter how long, you are not allowed to disturb you, do you know?"

"knowledge."

Duan Muya saw him agree one by one, so she stopped talking, closed the door immediately, carried the child into her room, and put him carefully on her bed.

The child's breathing was heavy and weak. He was held by Duanmu Yawang, although he was slightly trembling with dislike and fear, but he was very well-behaved and kept silent from beginning to end.

Duanmu Yawang put him on the bed, and he lowered his head and sat on the bed obediently, with his small shoulders shrunk, and he didn't even dare to move.

"Hey, don't be afraid, don't be nervous."

Duanmu Yawang knew that this little child was both nervous and scared, so she gave a soft comfort and said, "Give me the **** of hands."

The child hesitated for a moment, and obediently stretched out his hand.

Duanmu Yawang stretched out her hand to give him a pulse.

However, the child's wrist was tightly wrapped in a thick layer of black cloth, and his small hands looked like rice dumplings. Duanmuya looked at his hand and touched his pulse, and there was no pulsation at all.

Duanmu Ya hoped helplessly and removed her hand.

The black cloth wrapped around the child is thicker than the first time he saw him.

In fact, the last time she diagnosed and treated him, it was because of the thick cloth that she felt her pulse detection was not accurate. Now his cloth is wrapped thicker, and if it is removed, it will not be able to be treated at all.

She looked at the tightly wrapped child, and said in a very soft voice: "Before seeing a doctor, can we take off our clothes first? There are too many clothes on her body, I can't diagnose and treat!"