Need to Propose to Seven Men What to Do! Chapter 239:

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Chapter 239

Chu Muyun gave a chuckle in his heart...

Won't die? Why not die?

He was affected by the fragments in the dream. He only felt that the child was immortal, but he simply ignored that the current Yan Chen was not that child at all.

The Seven Demon Lords indeed live forever, but they can die.

Didn't Xie Qianlan die once? If he hadn't used the sacrificial formation for him, **** would have died at that time!

Yan Chen will die, really will die.

Chu Muyun suddenly woke up, feeling a little flustered in his heart.

"Yan Shen..." Chu Muyun shook his hand and said seriously, "Can you cancel the plum feast?"

Yan Shen smiled, and was actually in a good mood to tease him: "Then I won't agree to your marriage proposal."

"It doesn't matter." Chu Muyun quickly responded the moment his voice fell.

The smile in Yan Chen's eyes faded: "Don't make trouble, you will die if you don't propose marriage."

Chu Muyun paused slightly.

Yan Chen stared at him, and he could easily see his thoughts: "You think too much, I won't do stupid things."

Chu Muyun twisted his eyebrows, and said again, "I don't want to marry you, I'll be with you, as long as I can stay together."

His words are really sweet. Yan Chen knows that this is just a sympathy caused by restlessness, but he can't help his heart surge: "Are you afraid of me seeking death?"

Chu Muyun was silent.

Looking at the way he looked down, Yan Chen felt itchy in his heart suddenly, wanting to kiss him, but he thought that this was just drinking poison to quench his thirst, and held back: "I'm not the stupid Xie Qianlan, why should I die? "

Where is Chu Muyun such a liar?

Yan Chen held him backhand, palms attached to the backs of his smooth hands, and his voice was cool: "I'm not that stupid. I really don't have anything when I die. I teach you this. I love this half. Months, because I want to let you go. You don’t love me, but you don’t love any of them. From this point of view, everyone is fair. Instead of entangled all the time, it’s better to sit together. If you see it, there is also a break."

This is right. Yan Chen is actually a relatively cold and selfish person.

Back then, the ice spirit beast paid like that, but he could continue to tune|teach him with a cold face when his heart was moved, which is evident.

Chu Muyun also thought intellectually that Yan Chen would not die, but emotionally, he couldn't help but think so.

Probably the reason for that dream, because he clearly felt that Xiao Yan Shen in the dream thought of death when he could not get him.

Chu Muyun settled down and decided to take a step and take a step. Now there is no way to coax Yan Chen. He can only act by chance. If he really doesn't want to live anymore, then he...

——It's nothing more than giving him his life.

Because of this conversation, Yan Chen was in a much better mood, and he took Chu Muyun to taste wine and admire flowers in the plum blossom forest outside.

Chu Muyun was quite reserved at first.

Yan Shen laughed at him: "The wine is prepared for you, don't you drink it?"

He has something to say. After talking with him for more than a thousand years, Yan Shen knows his preferences better than anyone else.

For example, he is not picky about eating, but he really likes the things in this cup. It's just that Chu Muyun makes his own way. If he doesn't want to let people know what he likes, he can still keep it from dripping.

Several bodies, different temperaments and preferences, he listed them clearly and remembered them clearly.

But Yan Shen only stared at his private relaxation and comfort, and slowly he forgot Chu Muyun, the ice spirit beast, and Shen Yun and Ling Mu. There was only one left. Someone who knows what he is called, but is extremely real, making his heart tremble all the time.

If you encounter the word love, you will probably become a fool.

Yan Shen smiled inexplicably, picked up the wine glass and touched Chu Muyun's cup: "Where are you here, what are you restraining?"

The inside and out were seen through, and Yan Chen, who was embarrassed and not embarrassed, also knew it, there was really no need for restraint.

"That's true." Chu Muyun also followed with a smile, sitting on the soft couch, took the wine glass and drank it.

Yan Chen looked at the curve of his raised neck, his eyelashes drooping slightly, covering the heat and obsession under his eyes.

In the cold winter, frost and snow, watching the dazzling red plum, drinking a pot of spirits, and occasionally chatting, the atmosphere is rare and comfortable.

Drinks are not intoxicating, and everyone is drunk. Yan Chen has a good amount of alcohol. Chu Muyun has never been drunk. But in the warmth with ice and snow, both of them are a little drunk.

I don't know who took the initiative, but after we got together, it was hard to separate.

When you are awake, you know that this is a poison|drug, you shouldn’t touch it, and you can’t get rid of it. People are greedy. Once, twice, three or four times, how many times is the first time is not enough.

But when he was drunk, his nerves relaxed, and no matter how strong he was, he flapped his wings and flew away regardless of his sensibility or calmness.

At first, Yan Chen still entangled with him tenderly and meticulously. After entering, the tightness and madness swept over him, imprisoning his soul domineeringly, and arousing all the gloom and paranoia. He couldn't wait This is forever, I can’t wait for this to be eternity and end, I can’t wait for everything to stop at this moment...

Chu Muyun was slightly drunk, hooked his neck and kissed him, in exchange for it was like a storm, but it was overwhelming with desperate aggression and possession.

At the end, Chu Muyun had fainted.

Yan Chen looked at him carefully under the faint moonlight...but the more he looked, the more he couldn't see clearly, the more he looked, the more blurred his vision, until a drop of cold water fell from the corner of his eyes.

Yan Chen stretched out his hand to touch his eyes and was startled when he saw the water stain on his fingers.

A long time later, he held Chu Muyun for cleaning, then he took Chu Muyun back to the outside room and placed him on Chu Muyun's own bed.

Yan Chen went back to the bedroom, the warm room, but an extremely cold cloud blanket fell on him.

Chu Muyun slept well, passing by in the first half of the night, he actually started to have "dreams" again in the second half of the night.

Chu Muyun has adapted very well, even waiting for more "dreams" to appear.

He thought he would see Yan Chen, maybe this time in his youth, he should know what he did.

What surprised Chu Muyun was that it was still a child who appeared in front of him.

Wearing a beautiful dress, long hair dangled, red lips and white teeth, she looks like a delicate little girl.

Chu Muyun thought, looked at his forehead, but didn't find the bright red cinnabar mole.

But even if there was no mole on the eyebrows, Chu Muyun was pretty sure that it was sinking water smoke.

Why do you dream of sinking water smoke?

Chu Muyun didn't have time to think about it, and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The bright red blood wetted the beautiful sleeve cage, and the blood ticking down, falling on the desolate ground, turned into a small puddle.

The fire pressure in Chu Muyun's heart couldn't be suppressed: "What are you doing?"

The little sinking water smoke has no expression on his face: "You go, I don't need this arm."