Need to Propose to Seven Men What to Do!

Mo Jiushao looked at him coldly.

Yan Chen smiled, in a good mood: "A few days ago, Xiaoyun discovered Yan Junqing's fiery agitation, and it was getting worse and worse. You know that he has read medical books since he was a child and has a very high level of comprehension. I'm afraid the problem is even worse than you and I."

Mo Jiushao narrowed his narrow eyes slightly: "He won't ask you for help."

If it was for the sake of suppressing the blazing fire, Chu Muyun would not be willing to look far away.

Yan Chen: "But, what if it's dangerous to suppress the blazing fire?"

Mo Jiushao sneered: "What threat do you think that thing poses to me?"

"Yes." Yan Chen smiled.

When he said this, Mo Jiushao fell silent.

If it is said that Chu Muyun doesn't understand his cultivation, Yan Chen is definitely one of the few people in this world who knows clearly. If he says that...

Yan Shen didn't make a fool of himself, and he continued: "I came back to see it, and it's not difficult to suppress the blazing fire. Xiaoyun's cultivation base is not enough, but he cleverly used the magic crystal to assist him, and drew a very clever spirit-gathering array , and finally let the blazing fire calm down, but at the last moment, the blazing fire that died down suddenly broke out, directly burning a ray of fierce fire on Xiao Yun's soul."

Mo Jiushao suddenly looked up at him.

Yan Chen calmly said: "I was also very surprised by this accident, but what surprised me even more is... Xiaoyun is very calm, he seems to have expected it a long time ago."

Speaking of this, Mo Jiushao still didn't understand anything, he frowned, and put his finger on the sleeping young man's wrist.

The fierce fire engraves the soul, and there is no other way to get rid of it except death.

Yan Junqing can't get rid of the fierce fire all his life, but the fierce fire in his body is strong and can be used for it.

Although the fierce fire in Chu Muyun's body was extremely small, it carried all the resentment and unwillingness of this fierce creature that had been suppressed for hundreds of millions of years. It was of no use other than bringing endless pain to the host.

Yan Chen sighed with emotion: "This child is really extremely talented. I'm afraid he has read all the books on Qianluan Peak. Otherwise, how could he know that there will be such a dangerous step in suppressing the fierce fire? He knows that if you Qianluan Peak, you will definitely take action to suppress Blazing Fire, and it is easy to suppress this fierce fire, but the poison of the last fierce fire has no solution, he does not want you to be entangled by this ghost thing for a lifetime, so he took the initiative to bear it."

Mo Jiushao sat there without moving, only his slender fingers clenched into fists, and his nails pierced into his palm.

Yan Chen's eyes fell on the bed, his eyes were full of pity, but the corners of his mouth were full of malicious pleasure: "...he is really a kind child with deep affection and righteousness."

Mo Jiushao turned to look at him, his eyes were extremely cold: "Get lost!"

Yan Chen had already fulfilled his wish, so naturally he would not provoke him anymore, he smiled lightly and left without a sound.

It's too late, Mo Jiushao's physique is not known to others, will he not know?

The restriction set by lust is really wonderful, as long as anyone has a good time with arrogance, it will hurt the muscles and bones at the slightest, and become a disabled person at the worst.

Chu Muyun is crippled, and he will never even think about practicing martial arts in this life. With such high aptitude, he has practiced Shao Yue's swordsmanship to the eighth form at a young age, but now... I'm afraid he can't even hold the sword steadily.

And these were all caused by Mo Jiushao, how desperate is it to be hurt like this by the person he loves?

The more Yan Chen thought about it, the happier he became, the morbid smile on the corner of his mouth was no longer covered up: Why isn't such a good child mine?

——Since it doesn’t belong to me, no one can get it!

Zero retreated for a night, and when he woke up, he was stunned: "What happened!"

Chu Muyun said lazily, "Huh?"

Zero: "The four corners of the arrogant head are all lit up!"

Chu Muyun smiled and didn't make a sound, but he knew it in his heart. It seemed that Yan Chen seriously 'hurt' Mo Jiushao last night.

Although it hurts like hell, and my cultivation is gone, it's worth it, it's worth it.

With all four corners lit up, there is only the last blow left, and it is also his last gift to Mo Jiushao.

Only then did Zero discover the host's body: "Why are all your cultivations gone..."

Chu Muyun: "It's useless."

Zero: Σ(°△°|||)

Chu Muyun: "If you want to conquer arrogance, you have to pay a price."

Zero suddenly fell silent.

Chu Muyun said lightly: "Okay, from the day I made an appointment with you, I have been mentally prepared. These seven people were written by me. How to attack them and how much it will cost, I am very happy." clear."

Zero said nothing.

Chu Muyun smiled: "Just don't forget to fulfill your promise."

When Zero said this, he unexpectedly returned to the original electronic voice: "Definitely."

Hearing these two words, Chu Muyun raised the corners of his mouth.

Chu Muyun slept for three whole days and three nights, and Mo Jiushao also watched over him for such a long time, taking care of him in undressed clothes, without even taking a step away.

Injured tendons and bones are easy to treat, and three days are enough to fully recover, but the cultivation level... can no longer be recovered.

Not only his cultivation base, Yuan Dan was severely damaged, and without a place to accumulate spiritual power, Chu Muyun would never be able to cultivate again for the rest of his life.

This is the real useless person. Even if Mo Jiushao can use various medicines to prolong his life, this long life is probably just another kind of torture for Chu Muyun.

In the past few days, Mo Jiushao has been thinking about the young man dancing the sword. His posture is heroic and magnificent, and his momentum is as graceful as a dragon. Heart, up, brought a burst of subtle but not negligible tremors.

In the beginning, Mo Jiushao's purpose for adopting this child was not pure, but at some point, he began to look forward to it.

Looking forward to seeing the proud side of this gentle boy, looking forward to seeing the confident side of this shy boy, looking forward to seeing the free and easy side of this young man who trusts himself wholeheartedly.

Pity……

Such a young man with outstanding aptitude can no longer stand on a high place, and he can no longer see his high-spirited appearance.

When Chu Muyun woke up, he saw Mo Jiushao immediately.

His already pale complexion seemed to be pale again, he tried to get up, but his eyes were full of shock because of the weakness of his body.

what happened?

Mo Jiushao picked him up lightly, with a low voice, not hiding the distress inside: "I'm sorry."

Chu Muyun trembled violently, he raised his head, and looked into those light gray eyes full of affection: "Father..."

"I know all about it." Mo Jiushao kissed him on the forehead pityingly, "It's my fault for making you suffer."

The expression in Chu Muyun's eyes was extremely complicated, but soon, he raised his eyebrows and said softly: "It has nothing to do with father, it is Yun'er's own decision."

Mo Jiushao hugged his arm suddenly and exerted force. Chu Muyun's body is extremely fragile now. If he used to be so strong, he wouldn't have cared at all, but now he groaned in pain.

Mo Jiushao came back to his senses, let go, and there was a trace of panic in his usually indifferent voice: "Did it hurt you?"

At this time, Chu Muyun also noticed something strange about himself. He looked at his weak hands and asked tremblingly, "What's wrong with my body? My cultivation level..."

When he said this, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly fell into deep silence.

After what seemed like a long time, Mo Jiushao finally said, "I haven't hugged you all this time because I have a special personality. I used to..."

He said it slowly, and Chu Muyun also opened his eyes wide. It turned out that his father didn't want him, but he didn't dare to. He was just protecting him, but... now...

Chu Muyun's face was terribly pale: "Father, will I... be a useless person from now on?"

Mo Jiushao kissed him distressedly, with a soft voice that seemed to be coaxing a child's lullaby: "It's okay, I will find a way, it just takes some time."

Chu Muyun remained motionless.

If there is a way, why would Mo Jiushao have to be tortured by this forbidden technique for nearly a thousand years...

He was just comforting himself, Chu Muyun knew it very well.

Mo Jiushao knew that Chu Muyun was smart, so he must not be able to hide it from him... He hugged him, buried him in his smooth neck, and promised in a low voice: "It's okay, even if you can't practice, but with me Now, I will protect you, life after life."

Chu Muyun's whole body froze.

Mo Jiushao's voice was like the most beautiful chord in the world, slamming in the deepest part of his heart: "Xiaoyun, I love you."

It was just five words, but Chu Muyun let go of all his tension and anxiety. He turned his head and looked at Mo Jiushao very seriously. The two just looked at each other, as if they wanted to see through each other's eyes. into each other's hearts.

Finally, Chu Muyun smiled, his eyes were as deep as the sea: "Mo Jiushao, I love you."

Mo Jiushao was startled, and the next moment, he lowered his head and kissed him.

***

Chu Muyun took care of him for three full months before finally being able to leave the house. During this period, Mo Jiushao took care of him at every step. If the arrogant emperor had already held him in his hands before, then he is even more pampered now. .

It wasn't until Chu Muyun fully recovered, and repeatedly assured that he was fine, that Mo Jiushao went to deal with those things that had been backlogged for a long time.

But even so, he rushed back early in the afternoon.

But as soon as he came over, before entering the yard, he stopped.

In late autumn, there are bright red maple leaves everywhere, but at this moment, a touch of light blue is especially conspicuous among the large red.

The young man has a tall body, a straight back, and is wearing a strong suit. The figure is clearly outlined, sexy and alluring.

He held a black long sword in his hand, and his movements that should have been smooth and free at this moment were clumsy like a child who just held a sword.

He even staggered when the long sword fell out of his hand during a thrust.

Mo Jiushao hadn't experienced real distress for a long time, but at this moment, he tasted it.

For three whole months, Chu Muyun never mentioned sword practice. He cooperated with the treatment seriously, faced his weak body optimistically, and never complained. Even when Mo Jiushao was depressed, he subtly comforted Mo Jiushao. Watch him, let him not feel guilty.

But at this moment, Mo Jiushao saw his fragility hidden under his strength.

I don't want anyone to see it, and I can only face it alone. This is a pride that has been printed in my bones.

Mo Jiushao paused, and stood like a statue amidst the young man's unremitting swing of the sword.

I don't know how long it took until the young man was exhausted and sat down on the ground weakly, before he walked over.

The moment Chu Muyun saw him, he quickly threw away the long sword.

Mo Jiushao didn't say anything, but gently picked him up.

On the way back to the house, Chu Muyun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, his hoarse voice was full of exhaustion and pain that could no longer be concealed: "Father, I can't practice Shaoyue Ninth Style anymore, how can I... The souls of the dead have revenge!"