Crystal clear fingers rested on his scarred wrist.

Under the diagnosis, Mu Yan frowned slightly.

Sure enough, Yan Haotian's injuries were far from being as simple as they seemed on the surface.

In his previous life, Yan Haotian, as Gong Qianxue's henchman, finally reached the peak of the heaven-level cultivation.

However, it is forcibly treated and piled up with mystical pills and pills with great side effects.

Therefore, after reaching the peak of the heaven level, Yan Haotian could no longer make an inch, and he passed away after a serious injury at a young age.

When he died, he didn't know that his enemies who exterminated the clan were Gong Qianxue and Yan Lie.

Mu Yan withdrew his hand and said, "Sit cross-legged on the ground, for a while, no matter what I do, don't resist." ”

Yan Haotian sat down cross-legged on the ground as he said.

Mu Yan's hand didn't know when there was already a Heavenly Demon Qin.

She closed her eyes, and the Xuan Qi in her body quickly mobilized.

Xiaobao stood up and stood by her side with a tight little face.

As the plain white ten fingers slowly fluctuated on the gray-black strings, the gentle music also flowed from between her fingers.

Yan Haotian's originally cold expression slowly softened when he heard this music.

His eyebrows were stretched, and his scarred face showed a look that could be called gentle and sweet, as if he thought of a good memory.

Mu Yan sighed lightly in his heart, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all.

The sound of the piano slowly changed, from the original lingering and moving, to slowly becoming like a cry and a complaint, breaking the liver and intestines.

Yan Haotian's expression gradually changed from softness to pain and struggle.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

The burly body trembled uncontrollably and slightly.

And in his sea of qi, the Xuan Li was slowly beating with the jump of the musical notes, and began to circulate in his five internal organs and eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Everywhere Xuan Qi went, it brought not the warm comfort of weekdays, but the pain like even flesh and blood being torn apart.

Yan Haotian gritted his teeth tightly, blood slowly overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the clothes on his body were completely soaked with sweat.

But he didn't even make a single moan, let alone move, or act on his own to resist a point.

Just because, this is Mu Yan's order.

When the Xuan Qi inspired by the sound of the piano passed through every inch of his meridians, the mournful and desolate music suddenly changed again, becoming a fierce and fierce exaggeration.

More intense pain erupted from the flesh and bones of Yan Haotian's body.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore and opened his mouth to let out a beastly wail of pain.

Thin beads of blood mixed with viscous black fluid oozed from the surface of his skin.

At this moment, Yan Haotian's whole person looked even more miserable than in the Colosseum.

Black and red blood and tears flowed out of his seven orifices, and the new clothes he had just changed into were completely stained red with black blood.

But Mu Yan's piano sound did not stop or be soft in the slightest.

It was not until the sound of the piano lasted for half an hour that it slowly stopped.

Mu Yan withdrew his somewhat numb fingers and said softly, "You go back to take a shower first, then change your clothes, and then come to see me." ”

Yan Haotian struggled to get up from the ground, his whole body was as if he had just been fished out of the black blood quagmire, it was fishy and dirty.

The weak body couldn't even stand steadily, and almost fell down as soon as he got up.

But he saluted respectfully, and staggered out.

As soon as Yan Haotian left, Xiaobao immediately pounced and hugged Mu Yan tightly.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Mu Yan said softly.