Do You Think Women Are Unlucky? the Master of the Miracle Doctor Valley Pampers Him to Heaven

[Old sayings and myths + Healing cute babies + Reverse redemption + Family crematorium + Group pet slaps in the face, cool article] On the day Ruanruan was left at the gate of the Valley of Divine Doctors, it was snowing heavily. The original parents didn't even look at this "dreary and unlucky loser". They took the fifty taels of silver they got in exchange and happily bought meat buns for their younger brother. Everyone said that the little mute could not live more than three days, because the miracle doctor Valley Master was suffering from chronic illness, had a sinister and cold-blooded temperament, and hated children crying the most. The first few children who were brought here were frightened and ran away overnight. On the day they first met, the Valley Master, who was covered in blood, said coldly: "Throw it out to feed the wolves." Ruanruan didn't cry or make a fuss, she just walked over with frozen steps, and gently placed her small hands on the Valley Master's spasmodic and painful knees. At that moment, the sharp pain in the tarsal bone that had tortured the Valley Master for ten years miraculously subsided. Later—— Quan Shen Medical Valley discovered that this timid but gentle little girl is a top blessing! The dead herbs she raised bloomed overnight; she sat quietly and could calm the restlessness of being possessed. The cold Valley of Divine Doctors has been completely warmed up. The old sweeper, the evil brother, and the poisonous doctor have all become maniacs to protect the young. The aloof and lonely Valley owner has become the ultimate "daughter slave". Until one day, the native parents heard about Xiao Fubao's name and shamelessly came to visit their relatives: "Ruanruan, we are your biological parents, please honor us with a hundred taels of gold and magic medicine!" The Qing Leng Valley Master, who had always been aloof from the secular world, held up his sword and kicked Daddy Scumbag ten meters away with a sound as cold as ice: "You discard them like worn-out shoes, but I regard them as treasures. How dare you touch my heart