Mo Jiushao looked at him coldly.
Yan Chen smiled and was in a good mood: "A few days ago, Xiaoyun discovered Yan Junqing's fiery agitation, and there was a tendency to become more intense. I'm afraid the problems that arise can't even handle you and me."
Mo Jiushao's narrow eyes narrowed slightly: "He won't ask you for help."
If it was to suppress the blazing fire, Chu Muyun wouldn't be 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 will pose to me?"
"Yes." Yan Chen smiled.
He said these words, but Mo Jiushao was silent.
If Chu Muyun doesn't understand his cultivation, but Yan Chen is definitely one of the few clear people in this world, if he said that...
Yan Shen didn't sell off, he continued: "I came back specially to see it, it's not difficult to suppress the blazing fire, Xiaoyun's cultivation base is not enough, but he cleverly used Wan Magic Crystal to assist, and drew a very clever spirit gathering array. , In the end, the blazing fire was quieted down, but at the end, the blazing fire that died down suddenly broke out, and a ray of fierce fire was directly branded on Xiaoyun's soul."
Mo Jiushao suddenly looked up at him.
Yan Shenhao said in a leisurely manner: "I was also surprised by this change, but what surprised me even more... Xiaoyun is very calm, he seems to have expected it long ago."
Having said that, what Mo Jiushao didn't understand, he frowned and put his fingers 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 by death.
Yan Junqing couldn't get rid of the fierce fire in his life, but the fierce fire in his body was powerful and could be used for it.
Although this 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 has no use other than causing endless pain to the host.
Yan Chen sighed with emotion: "This child is really talented. I'm afraid he has read the books on Qianluan Peak. How could he know that this would be such a dangerous step to suppress the fierce fire? He knows that if you are in Qianluanfeng, you will definitely take action to suppress the blazing fire, and this fierce fire is easy to suppress, but the poison of the final fierce fire is unsolvable, he does not want you to be entangled in this ghost for a lifetime, so he took the initiative to take it."
Mo Jiushao sat there motionless, only slender fingers clenched fists, nails pierced into the palm of his hand.
Yan Chen's eyes fell on the bed. His eyes were full of pity, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth was full of malicious pleasure: "...What a kind and affectionate child."
Mo Jiushao turned to look at him, his eyes were extremely cold: "Go away!"
Yan Chen had already got what he wanted, and naturally he would not anger him again. He smiled lightly and left silently.
It's already too late, others don't know Mo Jiushao's physique, will he not know
The prohibition set by lust is really wonderful, as long as anyone and arrogance have fun, it will be broken at light, and will become a waste person at worst.
Chu Muyun is useless, don't even think about practicing martial arts in this life. With such high aptitude, he trained Shao Yue's swordsmanship to the eighth style at a young age, but now... I'm afraid he can't even hold the sword.
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, and the morbid smile at the corner of his mouth was no longer concealed: such a good child, why is it not mine
-Since it doesn't belong to me, no one can get it!
Zero retreated for one night and woke up in shock: "What happened!"
Chu Muyun said lazily, "Huh?"
Zero: "The four corners of the arrogant head are lit up!"
Chu Muyun smiled and didn't say anything, but he knew it in his heart. It seemed that Yan Chen seriously 'hurt' Mo Jiushao last night.
Although it hurts to death, and the cultivation base is completely gone, but it is worth it.
With all four corners on, only the last blow was left, and it was also the last gift he gave Mo Jiushao.
It was only at this time that Zero discovered the host's body: "Why is your cultivation base 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 it lightly: "Well, from the day I made an appointment with you, I've been mentally prepared. I wrote these seven people, how to attack them, and how much I need to pay, I'm very concerned. clear."
Zero said nothing.
Chu Muyun smiled: "It's just that you 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 corner of his mouth.
Chu Muyun slept for three days and three nights, and Mo Jiushao also guarded him for so long, taking care of him in a disorganized manner, without even leaving a single step.
It takes three days to recover from the injury, but the cultivation base... can never be recovered.
Not only cultivation, Yuan Dan was severely damaged, and without a place to accumulate spiritual power, Chu Muyun would not even think about cultivating in this lifetime.
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 to Chu Muyun.
In the past few days, Mo Jiushao has been thinking about the young man dancing the sword. His posture is dignified, and his aura is like a dragon. The confidence and freedom that are invisibly revealed are like soft feathers, which lightly fall on him. The heart, up, brought a small but non-negligible tremor.
At first, Mo Jiushao's purpose of adopting this child was not simple, but he didn't know when he began to look forward to it.
Looking forward to seeing the proud side of this gentle young man, looking forward to seeing the confident side of this shy young man, looking forward to seeing the relaxed side of this young man who trusts him wholeheartedly.
Pity…
Such a talented young man can no longer stand on a high place, and he can no longer see his high-spirited appearance.
Chu Muyun woke up and saw Mo Jiushao at a glance.
His already pale complexion seemed to be pale 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 violently, he raised his head, and glanced into those light gray eyes full of affection: "Father..."
"I know." Mo Jiushao kissed his forehead pitifully, "It's my fault that you suffered."
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 my father, it's Yun'er who makes his own decisions."
Mo Jiushao hugged his arm abruptly. Chu Muyun's body was extremely fragile now. If such strength was used before, he would not have cared about it, but now he groaned in pain.
Mo Jiushao returned to his senses, let go, and there was a hint of panic in his always indifferent voice: "Did it hurt you?"
At this time, Chu Muyun also noticed his own strangeness. He looked at his weak hands and asked tremblingly, "What happened to my body? My cultivation level..."
When he said these words, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly fell into a deep silence.
After what seemed like a long time, Mo Jiushao said, "I haven't hugged you because of my special characteristics. I used to..."
He said it slowly, and Chu Muyun's eyes widened. 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 terrifyingly pale: "Father, will I... be a crippled person from now on?"
Mo Jiushao kissed him distressedly, his voice softly as if coaxing a child's lullaby: "It's okay, I will find a way, it just takes some time."
Chu Muyun remained motionless.
If there was a way, why would Mo Jiushao be tortured by this forbidden technique for nearly a thousand years...
He was just comforting himself, Chu Muyun was very clear.
Mo Jiushao knew that Chu Muyun was smart, but he couldn't hide it from him... He hugged him, buried him in his smooth neck, and promised in a low voice, "It doesn't matter, even if you can't cultivate, but I'm here. , I will protect you, forever and ever."
Chu Muyun's whole body froze.
Mo Jiushao's voice was like the most beautiful chord in the world, and it slammed into the deepest part of his heart: "Xiaoyun, I love you."
Just five words made Chu Muyun let go of all his nervousness and anxiety. He turned his head and looked at Mo Jiushao very seriously. into each other's hearts.
In the end, Chu Muyun smiled, his eyes were as deep as the sea: "Mo Jiushao, I love you."
Mo Jiushao was stunned, and in the next moment, he lowered his head and kissed him.
***
It took Chu Muyun three full months to finally get out of the house. During this period, Mo Jiushao took care of him without leaving an inch. If the arrogant emperor had held him in his hand before, he is now even more spoiled. .
It was not until Chu Muyun fully recovered and reassured that he was all right that Mo Jiushao dealt with those things that had been backlogged for a long time.
But even so, he came back early in the afternoon.
But as soon as he came over, before entering the yard, he stopped.
In the late autumn season, there are bright red maple leaves everywhere, and at this moment, a light blue figure is particularly conspicuous in the large red.
The young man has a tall body, a straight back, and is wearing a strong suit. The outline of the figure is distinct and sexy.
He was holding a dark-colored long sword in his hand, and his movements that were supposed to be smooth and free at this time were clumsy like a child who had just held a sword.
Even in a thrust, the long sword was released, and he stumbled.
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 the matter of practicing swordsmanship. He cooperated with treatment earnestly, faced his weak body with optimism, and did not complain at all. Even when Mo Jiushao was depressed, he subtly comforted him. Let him not feel guilty and blame himself.
But at this moment, Mo Jiushao saw his fragility hidden under his strength.
I don't want anyone to see it, I can only face it alone. This is a pride that is imprinted in my bones.
Mo Jiushao paused and stood as a statue amid the youth's persistent sword swing.
I don't know how long it took, until the young man was exhausted and sat down 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, just gently picked him up.
On the way back to the house, Chu Muyun, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up, his hoarse voice was full of exhaustion and pain that could no longer be concealed: "Father, I can't practice Shaoyue Jiu Shi, how can I... give it to the Chu family. The souls of the dead take revenge!"