For a moment, he seemed to feel that what was in front of him was not a ten-year-old girl, but a woman with a meticulous mind and outstanding intelligence.

The stunned was only for a moment, and it was in her heart, so Mu Ziyi didn't notice it.

Mu Ziyi raised her head and asked with a serious face: "Brother Wuyan, what type of woman do you like?" ”

Looking at her serious appearance, Qin Buyan smiled slightly in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged, rubbing his chin with one hand, as if he was thinking seriously, and then under Mu Ziyi's gaze, he smiled softly: "Feelings are something I don't want to touch." If you really want to know what type of woman I like, you probably won't get an answer. ”

This is true.

He hadn't thought about it, nor had he thought about any woman he would like.

It never seemed to be in his plan.

"No, I don't know what my brother likes."

The man raised an eyebrow, as if surprised at what she said.

Mu Ziyi stood up and walked in front of him, and smiled sweetly: "Needless to say, my brother will marry me, he must like my type." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Qin Buyan to speak, he stepped forward and threw himself into his arms, and smiled: "Brother Buyan, I like you, don't you feel that I like you?" ”

Qin Buyan didn't push her away, but gently stroked her hair, and said in a low tone: "Yiyi, you just like me, just like me as a big brother." Like I like you too, and treat you as my sister. ”

Other than that, there is nothing else.

Mu Ziyi blinked, pretended not to understand his words, left from his arms, and smiled: "Brother Wuyan, it's not early, I'm sleepy, I'm going to rest." He stood on tiptoe and leaned over to kiss the man's face, and waved at him with a smile: "Good night, good dreams." ”

Looking at the empty room, touching the wet = wet place on his face, Qin Buyan shook his head and smiled softly......

Early the next morning.

Antique room, elegant style, very quiet in the room.

"Ahem cough ......" bed = a middle-aged man's cough sound, mixed with the more painful panting sound.

The middle-aged man on the bed = has an extremely strange face, with black cheeks on one side and red cheeks on the other. The black one seemed to be poisoned, and it was pitch black and thick. The red one, on the other hand, shines like a flame as if it had been baked by the sun. A pair of dull eyes, deep eye sockets, extremely frightening.

It was originally a handsome face, but at this moment, it became like this, and Bai Yisi's eyes were full of distress: "Father, my daughter has invited two masters to come, and your illness will definitely be cured." ”

Bai Liangjun's brows furrowed tightly, and his face looked a little distorted: "Silk, father, this is an old problem, don't worry, it's you who ......"

Before he could finish his words, Bai Yisi shook his head and said, "Father, I believe in my daughter, your illness will definitely be cured." ”

No one wants to be haunted by illness = body for so many years, and seeing her father in such pain, her heart is not much better.

Turning to look at the two people in front of him, Bai Yisi lowered his eyes: "I invited many alchemists, but I don't know why, my father has been sick since then, and he has to suffer from this disease all day long." ”

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