Just when she was hanging on the edge of the bed, not up or down, the little third master stood behind her.

"Sister Mianmian, don't move."

Yun Mian was about to turn her head, and her two hands fell on her fleshy waist, and then she was picked up.

The third master picked her up, gently put her on the bed, and said with a serious face: "If your brother is here, your brother will take care of you, and if you can't do anything, ask your brother for help, don't be reckless." ”

Yunmian: "......"

The little third master lifted the quilt for Yun Mian.

"My hand is injured, I have to go to bed early to recover, so I quickly go into the bed and lie down."

The tone is commanding, and no one can question it.

Yunmian: "......"

At a young age, there is a strong overbearing president smell all over his body, is it really good.

When Yun Mian lay down obediently, the little third master climbed into bed, afraid of pressing Yun Mian's injured right hand, and the little third master lay on the edge of the bed.

Yun Mian was really afraid that he would roll over and roll down at night, so he sat up and stretched out his left hand to drag him in.

"Brother Chu, do you want to listen to bedtime stories?"

Yun Mian grabbed the arm of the little third master and asked with a smile.

The spiritual spring water in the space has the effect of washing the marrow and cutting the bones, her hands are so badly swollen that it takes a week to take medicine to get better, it is too delayed, and she has to take advantage of the night to enter the space to take a dip, so she has to tell a horror story to scare the stinky boy around her to sleep.

With last night's experience, Yun Mian knew that the little third master was afraid of ghosts, and when he heard ghost stories, he was so frightened that he got into the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

Hearing the four words of the bedtime story, the little third master's skin tightened, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"No...... No need. ”

He pressed Yun Mian back into the quilt, helped her cover the quilt, and kissed her pink cheek.

"Good night sister, I'll sing a lullaby to my sister."

Yun Mian didn't have a chance to speak, and her ears rang: Baby, sleep, my dear baby, mother's hands will always shake you......

The little third master sang a lullaby softly, and gently patted Yunmian through the futon.

Yun Mian felt that she was really a baby, and as she listened, the upper and lower eyelids began to fight......

When she woke up and opened her eyes, it was dim, and a beam of moonlight slanted in through the lattice window, and she could barely see the little boy beside her.

The boy closed his eyes, curled his long and thick eyelashes tightly on his eyelids, and breathed evenly.

Yun Mian sat up from the bed, looked at the young man, and held his forehead with his left hand.

She wanted to scare the stinky boy to sleep, but she was lullabyt by the stinky boy with a lullaby, what kind of world is this......

Taking advantage of the fact that the little third master slept very deeply and soundly, Yun Mian concentrated, her mind moved, and in the blink of an eye, her eyes were as bright as day, and the sound of the spring water broke into her ears.

Another day passed, and the corn seedlings in the space grew more than an inch taller.

Yun Mian glanced at the corn seedlings, strode towards the spiritual spring, and put his right hand, which was swollen like a steamed bun, into the spring water.

The cool spring water instantly wrapped her little fleshy hand, and the coolness drilled into her skin little by little, and with the coolness penetrating in, she felt a lot more comfortable in her right hand.

Five minutes later, she moved her fingers in the spring water, and felt that they were much more flexible than before.

After about half an hour, she took her right hand out of the spiritual spring.

A miracle happened.

The right hand of the steamed bun is gone, and the right hand is about the same size as the left hand.

Yun Mian was pleasantly surprised and surprised: In just half an hour, the swelling was completely reduced, what kind of miracle medicine is this.

Not only did her right hand become swollen, but her whole body was also full of energy, so after tasting a few sips of spiritual spring water, she strode towards the small cabin in front of her, and went to the pu wei mat in the left room to practice and meditate as usual.

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