Need to Propose to Seven Men What to Do!

Chu Muyun stayed on Qianluan Peak for three years. During these three years, Mo Jiushao gave him the best living conditions, the most caring and warm companionship, hand-in-hand education and unreserved teaching of exercises.

If he hadn't known for a long time that this guy was covered in black sesame seeds, maybe even Chu Muyun would be tempted by him.

After all, he is so unparalleled in beauty and gentle as water. Although Chu Muyun has never imagined what his partner looks like, but as a lover alone, Mo Jiushao meets all his standards.

It's a pity that there is a slight difference in posture.

At the dawn of this day, Chu Muyun was practicing swords in the courtyard, Mo Jiushao came through the mist, his light green clothes were dragged on the ground, and the thin gauze was like fog like clouds, against the waterfall-like blue hair , in the faint sunlight, it seems like a fairy is coming to the world.

Seeing him coming, Chu Muyun put away his sword and bowed to salute: "Father."

Mo Jiushao signaled him: "Continue."

Chu Muyun smiled implicitly, and with a movement of his body, the long sword was turned upside down again.

Mo Jiushao watched quietly from the side. The boy in front of him was only 15 years old. He was wearing a white bunt suit. Integrating into one body, the end is unparalleled in sharpness.

After using a set of moves, the young man put away his sword, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of dependence and a trace of expectation.

Panting slightly, he whispered nervously: "Father?"

The smile in Mo Jiushao's eyes deepened, and he said slowly: "You are smart and quick to learn, so you have already practiced Shaoyue's sixth form?"

Chu Muyun's eyes were bright, and he was a little embarrassed because of his praise, he whispered: "I just tried it, there are many things I don't understand, I hope my father can find time to teach."

Mo Jiushao was in a good mood: "Bring the sword."

Chu Muyun handed over his sword hilt.

Mo Jiushao was wearing a long robe that dragged the floor and was covered with a thin gauze. This outfit was supposed to be extremely unsuitable for sword dancing, but the moment he held the sword, the aura around him suddenly changed, and the elegant and immortal temperament was instantly blurred. With a layer of blatant killing intent, the sharp long sword bloomed with overwhelming power between his white fingers.

The same move, exactly the same style, but Mo Jiushao used it so powerfully that it was beyond imagination. The awe-inspiring sword energy tore through the sky, and the point of the sword pointed directly, and a cold light burst out!The light green robe is not at all lengthy, but it embellishes the figure, making the posture of the wandering dragon graceful, the posture of the bright and light, standing with the sword, the rapid state is like lightning, and when it reaches the end, it seems to be a shock. Hongzhiguang, the thunderbolt descending from the sky, is shocking!

Chu Muyun's eyes didn't move the slightest bit, his face showed reverence and admiration for Confucianism, but what arose in his heart was a strong desire to conquer.

"I want to fuck him so much he can't get out of bed."

In the past three years, Zero has gotten to know this person's temperament better, so he heheed.

Chu Muyun slightly licked his lower lip: "Don't worry, I will let him fall in love with me first."

Zero felt obliged to remind him: "Then you should know what he likes."

"The little white flower who is self-improving, diligent and studious."

"Such a little white flower doesn't want to overwhelm people."

Chu Muyun smiled: "But I will."

zero:"……"

Their communication is completely secret, even if the cultivation level is as high as Mo Jiushao, it is impossible to notice it. In the past three years, Chu Muyun has been very sure of this, so he will chat with this illusory guy from time to time.

Mo Jiushao closed his posture and slowly descended from the midair. Because of the wind, his light green clothes bloomed, and the skirt of his robe was slightly raised, against which he was like black silk. The whole picture was so beautiful that it took people's breath away.

Chu Muyun was amazed in his heart, but his cheeks were flushed, and he said with excitement and anticipation: "Father is so powerful, Yun'er doesn't know when he will be able to use one tenth of this power. "

After this fierce sword move, Mo Jiushao didn't even change his breathing, he still had that elegant appearance, kind eyebrows and eyes, and a gentle voice: "You are only 15 years old, still young, don't worry."

Hearing what he said, Chu Muyun's eyes were a little sad, he lowered his head, slightly exerted force on the hand holding the long sword, and said with some difficulty: "Father, I am not afraid of suffering or suffering, I want to become stronger quickly, I want to hold the sword Blade murderer, I want to avenge the hundreds of lives of the Chu family who died in vain!"

His shoulders trembled slightly, and his forbearance made this thin and thin body look extra attractive.

Mo Jiushao's expression was full of pity, he held the young man's warm palm, and said slowly: "There is no need to rush this matter, you have to take your time, and only when you have a solid foundation can you grow faster."

Chu Muyun raised his head, his eyes were full of sadness: "Father, can you tell me who the murderer is?"

Mo Jiushao's white fingers brushed the loose strands of hair on his forehead, and said softly: "I will tell you when you have practiced Shaoyue Ninth Form."

Chu Muyun was not reconciled, but he also knew that Mo Jiushao was doing it for his own good, so he could only endure it again.

His appearance made Mo Jiushao feel more pity for him. He pressed him into his arms, stroked his back with his palms, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Good boy, I know that you have worked hard as a father. Don't worry, one day, you Will get what I want.”

His words were a pun, but Chu Muyun shouldn't understand, so he just leaned against Mo Jiushao's arms, trembling slightly.

It's just a different scene in my mind.

Chu Muyun: "Is it interesting that he worked so hard to raise a child and then destroy it with his own hands?"

Zero: "I have to ask you."

Chu Muyun: "I don't have such bad taste."

Ling: "Didn't you set Mo Jiushao to be so perverted?"

Chu Muyun: "..."

Unable to refute... The son is not worthy of his father, he seems to have to bear some responsibility...

Mo Jiushao was not busy today, so he stayed and had dinner with Chu Muyun. Chu Muyun was naturally very happy. Even though he had a good personality, he said a lot more than usual.

Mo Jiushao patiently accompanied him, and even offered to take a bath together after eating.

It's not a big deal, when Chu Muyun was first picked up, his legs were inconvenient, so Mo Jiushao kept hugging him and bathing him personally.

It’s just that today is not what it used to be. At that time, Chu Muyun was still immature, and he just admired the beauties out of the bath. Now that he is 15 years old, and when he meets Mo Jiushao honestly, he is afraid that he will get an erection and his acting skills will collapse. But there is something to play.

But how to refuse?Chu Muyun's thoughts moved slightly, and the next moment he dodged his eyes, and said uncomfortably: "Father, Yun'er has grown up..."

He spoke lightly, with a trace of red on his cheeks, and the young man's ignorant thoughts were clearly revealed.

Mo Jiushao paused for a moment, but remained silent.

Chu Muyun's face was full of uneasiness, and it seemed that even the tips of his ears turned pink: "I... I can take a bath by myself. I..."

He wanted to speak but stopped like this, how could Mo Jiushao not understand, he smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "Yun'er has indeed grown up."

Chu Muyun didn't know if he understood or not, anyway, his body trembled slightly, and his head lowered even lower.

With a smile on the corner of Mo Jiushao's mouth, he patted him lightly on the shoulder, got up and said, "Rest early, and come see you tomorrow."

Chu Muyun responded indiscriminately: "...Father, go slowly."

After Mo Jiushao left, Chu Muyun went to the bathroom. He soaked in the warm spring water and asked, "Do you think Mo Jiushao understands my hint?"

Zero: "Although he is a psychopath, he will not shoot at a 15-year-old boy."

Chu Muyun leaned back against the edge of the pool, his long black hair was soaked in the water, like a shiny black ribbon, encircling his thin body, making his complexion extra alluring. There was a light smile on the corner of his mouth: "That's right, 15 years old is too tender, I'm afraid he will have a toothache after eating it."

Zero wanted to speak and stopped for a while, and finally decided not to remind him.

Chu Muyun soaked for a while, seeing that Mo Jiushao really didn't mean to barge in, so he could only get up with a little regret, dry off and go back to the room to rest.

The next day, Mo Jiushao sent someone to bring over a little girl, claiming to be his personal maid.

Chu Muyun was stunned for a long time and didn't realize what the trouble was.

The little girl looked like she was sixteen or seventeen, she was wearing a light-colored goose-yellow dress, her skin was fair and beautiful, her big eyes seemed to be filled with water, and she blinked very charmingly. lips, and said shyly: "Servant Qingxue has seen the Young Palace Master."

Chu Muyun would never reject Mo Jiushao's arrangement, so he accepted him.

He pondered for a while and asked Ling: "Mo Jiushao is ready to act? Put someone next to me, do you want me to cultivate some relationship with her and then kill her?"

Before that, Mo Jiushao had been cutting off Chu Muyun's contact with other people intentionally or unintentionally, and he did everything big and small by himself.This Chu Muyun can understand that the simplest and rude way to capture a person's heart is to shrink the space as much as possible, so that he can only see him, rely on him, and finally trust him.

But now a young girl was sent, Chu Muyun felt that his thinking was correct: "Maybe he wanted to create some coincidence for me to kill myself? Then I found out that it was a manslaughter..." Ma De, it's really abusive, Wen The child adopted by Mo Jiushao was having a hard time.

From beginning to end, Zero made no sound.

And soon, Chu Muyun realized that he had made a big mistake and wanted to go in the wrong direction.

The night was hazy, and the window screen moved slightly. The girl in front of her was wearing a thin, almost transparent dress, which could not cover her well-developed exquisite figure. Her cheeks were flushed, and her voice was soft and watery: "Young Palace Master, let Qingbi serve you to rest. Bar."

Chu Muyun's face darkened.

Mo Jiushao did understand his hint, but he didn't go into battle himself!

Chu Muyun was angry: "What is Mo Jiushao doing? Isn't he gay?"

Zero: "Friendly reminder: "Devil World" is a normal novel."

Chu Muyun: "..."

So what he should worry about is not who will attack and who will suffer, but the worldwide problem of straight men breaking bends?