Need to Propose to Seven Men What to Do! Chapter 19:

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Chapter 19

Mo Jiushao looked at him coldly.

Yan Shen smiled and was in a good mood: "A few days ago, Xiaoyun noticed Yan Junqing’s fiery agitation, and it tended to become stronger and stronger. You know that he has a very high understanding of medical books since he was a child. I am afraid that the problems that we have seen in the time are not as good as you and me."

Mo Jiuzhao's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly: "He won't ask you for help."

If it was to suppress the blazing fire, Chu Muyun wouldn't be too close to seek further distance.

Yan Shen: "But, what if it is dangerous to suppress the flames?"

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

"Yes." Yan Shen smiled.

Mo Jiushao was silent when he said this.

If Chu Muyun doesn’t understand his cultivation, but Yan Chen is definitely one of the few clear people in this world, if he says so...

Yan Shen went on to sell Guanzi, and he continued: "I came back to see it on purpose. It is not difficult to suppress Blazing Fire. Xiaoyun's cultivation is not enough, but he cleverly used Wan Mo Jing to assist, and drew a very clever The Spirit Gathering Array finally calmed the flames, but at the end, the flames that died down suddenly broke out, and a ray of fierce fire was directly burned on Xiaoyun's soul."

Mo Jiushao suddenly looked up at him.

Yan Shenhao said leisurely: "I was also very surprised by this change, but what made me even more surprised... Xiaoyun was calm, he seemed to have expected it a long time ago."

Speaking of this, there is nothing Mo Jiu Shao doesn't understand. He condenses his eyebrows and put his fingers on the sleeping youth's wrist.

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

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

Although the fierce fire in Chu Muyun's body is extremely small, it carries all the resentment and unwillingness of this fierce creature that has been suppressed for hundreds of millions of years. It is of no use to the host except for infinite suffering. .

Yan Shen sighed: "This kid is really talented. I'm afraid that he has read the book collection on Qianluan Peak. How else can I know that suppression of fierce fire will take such a dangerous step? He knows, If you were in Qianluan Peak, you would definitely take the initiative to suppress Blazing Fire, and this fierce fire was easy to suppress, but the final poison of fierce fire was unsolvable. He didn't want you to be entangled by this ghost for a lifetime, so he took the initiative. "

Mo Jiushao sat there motionless, only his slender fingers clenched his fists and nails pierced into his palm.

Yan Chen's gaze fell into the bed, his sight was full of pity, but the corners of his mouth were full of malicious pleasure: "...Is a kind and loving child."

Mo Jiushao turned to look at him, her eyes were extremely cold: "Go away!"

Yan Chen has gotten what he wanted, so naturally he won't provoke him anymore, he smiled lightly and left silently.

It's too late. Others don't know about Mo Jiu Shao's physique. Would he not know?

Lose|The prohibition set by desire is really wonderful, as long as anyone has a good time with arrogance, it will hurt your muscles and bones, but will become a waste.

Chu Muyun is dead, and don't even think about martial arts practice in this life. With such a high level of aptitude, he practiced Shao Yue's sword technique to the eighth style at a young age, but now... I am afraid that he can't even hold the sword firmly.

And these were all caused by Mo Jiu Shao. How desperate was to be hurt by his beloved person like this?

The more Yan Chen thinks about it, the happier he is, and the sick smile on the corner of his mouth disappears slightly to cover up: such a good child, why is it not mine?

——Since it doesn’t belong to me, don’t think of anyone!

One night in zero retreat, I woke up in shock: "What happened!"

Chu Muyun lazily: "Huh?"

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

Chu Muyun smiled and said nothing, but he knew it in his heart. It seemed that Yan Chen seriously ‘injured’ Mo Jiu Shao last night.

Although the pain is dying and the cultivation base is gone, it is worth it.

The four corners are all illuminated, and there is only one final blow left, which is the last gift he gave to Mo Jiu Shao.

Zero only discovered the host's body at this time: "Why are your cultivation bases gone..."

Chu Muyun: "It's scrapped."

Zero: Σ(°△°)︴

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

Zero fell silent suddenly.

Chu Muyun said lightly: "Well, from the day I made an appointment with you, I have been mentally prepared. I wrote these seven people. How to attack them will cost me a lot. , I know very well."

Zero said nothing.

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

When Ling said this sentence, he unexpectedly returned to the original electronic sound: "Definitely."

Hearing these two words, Chu Muyun raised his mouth.

Chu Muyun slept for three whole days and three nights, and Mo Jiu Shao also guarded him for so long, taking care of him in **** clothes, and never even left.

Injuries and bones are well treated, and three days are enough to fully recover, but the cultivation base... can't be recovered anymore.

Not only the cultivation base, the Yuan Dan was severely damaged, and there was no place to accumulate spiritual power, and Chu Muyun would never even think about practicing for the rest of his life.

This is a real useless person. Even if Mo Jiu Shao can use various drugs to extend his life, this long life is probably just another torture for Chu Muyun.

The sword-dancing youth has been in Mo Jiu Shao's mind these days, his posture is heroic and graceful like a dragon, the confidence and freedom that are invisibly revealed are like soft feathers, fluttering. The ground fell on the heart, bringing a wave of subtle but not to be ignored.

In the beginning, Mo Jiushao's purpose for adopting this child was not simple, but he didn't know when he started looking forward to it.

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

It's a pity...

Such a talented young man can no longer stand up high, and can no longer see his high spirits.

Chu Muyun woke up and saw Mo Jiu Shao at a glance.

His pale complexion seemed to be white again. He tried to get up, but was shocked by the weakness of his body.

What happened?

Mo Jiushao gently picked him up, his voice was low, and the distress inside made no secret: "I'm sorry."

Chu Muyun trembled fiercely. He raised his head and glanced into the affectionate light gray eyes: "Father..."

"I know it all." Mo Jiushao kissed his forehead with pity, "It's my fault, it made you suffer."

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

Mo Jiu Shao hugged his arm suddenly and hard, Chu Muyun's body is extremely fragile now, if this kind of strength used to not care at all, but now he snorted in pain.

Mo Jiuzhao returned to his senses, let go, and there was a hint of panic in the always indifferent voice: "Did you hurt you?"

At this time, Chu Muyun also noticed his own strangeness. He looked at his weak hands and tremblingly asked: "What happened to my body? My cultivation..."

He said these words, but the surrounding atmosphere suddenly fell into deep silence.

It seemed that a long time later, Mo Jiu Shao said: "I haven't hugged you all the time because of my special characteristics. I used to..."

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

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

Mo Jiushao kissed him distressedly, and his voice softly seemed to be coaxing the baby's lullaby: "It's okay, I will find a way, but it will take some time."

Chu Muyun remained motionless.

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

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

Mo Jiushao knew that Chu Muyun was smart, and he must have been able to hide from him... He hugged him, buried him in his slender neck, and promised in a low voice: "It's okay, even if you can't cultivate, But with me here, I will guard you for life and life."

Chu Muyun stiffened.

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

Just five words, but Chu Muyun let go of all his nervousness and anxiety. He turned his head and looked at Mo Jiu Shao very seriously. The two looked at each other like this, seemingly wanting to penetrate each other. His eyes see each other’s hearts.

Finally, Chu Muyun smiled, his eyes are affectionate like the sea: "Mo Jiushao, I love you."

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

***

Chu Muyun was able to walk out of the house after raising him for three full months. During this period, Mo Jiuzhao kept taking care of him. If the arrogant emperor had already held him in his palm before, it is even more so now. Spoiled.

Until Chu Muyun recovered completely and repeatedly assured that he was okay, Mo Jiushao didn't deal with the long-standing things.

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

As soon as he walked over, before entering the yard, he stopped.

In late autumn, bright red maple leaves are everywhere, and at this moment, the light blue figure is especially conspicuous among the large red.

The young man has a tall body, a straight back, and a strong suit. The outline of the figure is clear and sexy.

He was holding an ink-colored long sword in his hand, and the smooth and easy movements at this time were clumsy like a child who had just held the sword.

Even in a stab, when the long sword was released, he staggered.

It's been too long for Mo Jiu Shao to experience real distress, but at this moment, he tasted it.

For three months, Chu Muyun never mentioned sword practice. He seriously cooperated with the treatment and faced his weak body optimistically. There was no complaint. Even when Mo Jiuzhao was in depression, he still Cleverly comforted him, let him not feel guilty and blame himself.

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

I don't want to be seen by anyone, and can only face it alone. This is a pride stamped in the bones.

Mo Jiushao paused, and stood as a statue in the youth's unremitting sword swing.

I don't know how long it took until the young man was exhausted and sat weakly on the ground 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, suddenly spoke, and his hoarse voice was full of exhaustion and pain that could no longer be concealed: "Father, I can't practice Shao Yue's 9th Pose, what do I... Revenge the dead souls of the Chu family!"