Chapter 433

"The distinguished guest still has such a good appetite." Duanmu yawang has lived here for a long time. The waiter knew that Duanmu yawang ordered a lot of dishes at every meal and said with a smile: "our inn still has iced plum soup today. Can the guest want a bowl?"

"OK, let's have a bowl." Duanmu yawang said with a smile, "the weather is hot. It's estimated that a bowl of iced sour plum soup can be more comfortable."

When she finished, she immediately heard the little white deer swallowing.

The little boy hasn't wanted to eat anything for a long time.

"Yes."

The waiter answered and said a few more words to Duanmu yawang, so he was busy.

"Master, I also want to drink sour plum soup ~" when the little white deer saw that the waiter had left, he sat on the bed, pitifully pursing his ruddy mouth: "let's go back to the room to eat."

Duanmu yawang ignored him, poured tea and tasted tea slowly.

When the dishes came up, she moved the chopsticks by herself. No matter how the little white deer begged, she turned a deaf ear.

The little white deer looked and knew that Duanmu yawang was really angry. He was so anxious that he bit his little finger and burst into tears: "master, I know my mistake. I won't dare to eat again next time. Don't be angry. Next time you let me eat at night."

Duanmu Ya looked and listened. Her eyebrows and eyes loosened a little. She took a meal: "really don't make trouble anymore?"

"Well, really, no more trouble."

Duanmu yawang snorted, his face softened, but he didn't say anything and continued to eat.

With so many dishes on the table, she quickly ate 80% of them like the leaves rolled by the autumn wind. She looked satisfied and didn't pay any attention to the meaning of the little white deer.

The little white deer touched his belly and asked, "master, don't you go back to the room?"

Duanmu Ya looked at the dishes on the table and said, "what's the hurry? There are so many things on the table that haven't been finished. Isn't it a waste to go back like this?"

"Then..."

"You mean you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

The little white deer nodded: "Hmm!"

"You've eaten a bunch of candied haws, so you don't have to eat this meal." Duanmu yawang said that he had almost eaten. While drinking iced plum soup, he said, "eat it after two days of hunger."

The little white deer cried.

Duanmu yawang ignored him and ate his own. He knew very well that some people really couldn't manage if they didn't teach him a good lesson.

Duanmu yawang finished eating and went upstairs to go back to his room to have a rest.

As soon as she closed the door of the room, she was about to take off her mask. There was a knock at the door.

Duanmu Ya looked at the action of taking off her mask and suddenly said, "who?"

There was a silence outside the door, and then a low voice came out: "emperor kill."

Emperor kill?

Duanmuya looked up and raised her eyebrows. She thought that he came really fast. During his meal, he went back home and came with a child.

"Wait a minute."

When Duanmu yawang said that, he stretched out his hand to fix the mask on his face again. When he felt there was no problem, he went to open the door.

When the door opened, he saw a black emperor standing outside with a black child in his arms.

The child was probably uncomfortable and curled up. When he saw Duanmu yawang, he turned his head back and nestled tightly in emperor Sha's arms.

"Xiaoli is not afraid." emperor Sha said four words in a soft voice, and the child calmed down. Emperor Sha looked at Duanmu Ya and said, "I'll bring Xiaoli here. Please help him heal."

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

"Xiaoli is afraid of strangers." the emperor killed, "I hold her."

Duanmu yawang frowned: "when I heal, no one is allowed to be around."

When the emperor killed him, he hesitated and hugged the child in his arms. He looked at Duanmu yawang defensively: "I'm not in the way."

"I has the final say." Duan Mu saw him not cooperate. She looked like a dealer in the eyes. She could not help turning a blind eye.

The Emperor didn't speak and still looked at her suspiciously.

Duanmu yawang shrugged and said, "I have my principles. If you want me to treat him, you should listen to me. If you don't even have the courage to give him to me and don't believe me, we have nothing to say. You'd better take your little child back."

Then she reached out to close the door.

"Wait!"

Emperor Sha put his foot into the door and didn't let Duanmu yawang close the door: "I, I promise."

After that, the child in his arms was trembling and flustered. He stretched out his hand and suddenly stuffed the child into her arms, and then turned around and left. He didn't know whether he was afraid of duanmuya's hope or his own regret.

Duanmu yawang suddenly had a child in her arms, which made her cry and laugh. She had no choice but to kill the emperor who was about to go to the entrance of the stairs: "stop!"

Emperor Sha stopped at once.

Duanmu yawang ordered, "you help me guard the outside and don't let anyone close to my room. Once you find that it's close, you deal with it immediately."

Emperor Sha did not hesitate to answer: "good."

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

"OK."

Duanmu yawang continued: "the time I give him treatment is uncertain, but it is estimated that the time will not be short. No matter how long, you are not allowed to make a sound to disturb, do you know?"

"I know."

Duanmuya saw that he promised to come down one by one, so she stopped being wordy, immediately closed the door, took the child into her room, and carefully put him into her bed.

The child breathed heavily and weakly. He was held by Duanmu yawang. Although he didn't like and was afraid, he trembled slightly, but he was very clever and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Duanmu yawang put him on the bed. He bowed his head and sat on the bed obediently. His small shoulders shrunk and dared not move.

"Good, don't be afraid and don't be nervous."

Duanmu yawang knew that the child was nervous and afraid. She comforted softly and said, "give me the hand God."

The child hesitated and put out his hand.

Duanmu yawang stretched out her hand and gave him a pulse.

However, the child's wrist was tightly wrapped in a thick layer of black cloth. His small hand looked like zongzi. Duanmu Ya looked at his pulse and couldn't detect any pulse at all.

Duanmu yawang reluctantly moved his hand.

The child's black cloth was thicker than the first time he saw him.

In fact, the last time she treated him, she felt that her pulse detection was not accurate because of the thick cloth. Now his cloth is wrapped more thickly. If it is removed, it can't be treated at all.

She looked at the children wrapped up all over her body, and her voice was very light: "shall we take off our clothes before seeing a doctor? There are too many clothes on my body, I can't diagnose and treat!"