In fact, after Yan Chen tamed the dark night, he became conscious of the only beast god in the world.
But this communication is immediate, and only includes the present and the future, not past memories.
So Yan Chen couldn't see what the dark night went through, and naturally he didn't know those old things.
But this time the Shengmen riot, the dark night was facing the impact, so it was shocked and seriously injured. After all, it has been around for thousands of years, and it is unwilling to disappear. It simply merges with the soul of its master and survives in another situation.
In this way, Yan Chen has inherited all the memories of the dark night.
Chu Muyun thought of this, so he withdrew the holy-grade Xuelian, released the poison of fierce fire, opened his mouth and said a lot of things about Yan Chen and his taboos, which completely angered him.
Because the fusion of souls was long and painful, and when his emotions fluctuated slightly, he was rejected. Chu Muyun was deliberately angry with him, just to verify what he thought.
And now, the answer is clear.
Yan Chen was in great pain, and the pulling sensation of his soul was more unbearable than any physical pain, but such pain could not resist the suffocation and suffocation that was slaughtering like waves in his chest. Painful.
Chu Muyun is shrewd, ruthless, cruel, and will do anything to achieve his goals. Yan Chen knew very well what kind of person he was, but he still had so little expectations that he didn't even know what he was expecting, but now those expectations had been shattered, and there was nothing left.
Chu Muyun just wanted to verify whether he got Dark Ye's life imprint, so he could lift those scars out without any scruples, and he didn't care what kind of backlash he would encounter after his mood disorder.
Yes, his life and death have nothing to do with him.
Thinking of this sentence, Yan Chen felt that the clenched pain in his heart seemed to overwhelm the pain of tearing his soul, and the madness that wanted to destroy everything swelled rapidly, rushing out of the cage of reason, like a hideous face. The giant beast, with its teeth and claws, is actually bluffing.
Chu Muyun didn't look on with a cold eye to the end, he supported him and asked, "Where is the soul-shaping grass?"
Yan Chen couldn't hear his voice at all, but his heart was burning because of his touch. He vigorously threw it away, his face was pale and blue veins bulged, and his voice was hoarse and dark: "Get out!"
Chu Muyun paused for a while, but he still didn't understand. Even if he inherited Dark Night's memory, Yan Chen shouldn't be so angry with him.
The dark night only appeared twice in total. One was the battle of breaking the wall. He fought it across the boundary wall, and finally drove it back to the demon world by chance. The second time was in the secret realm of the demon world. He and Jun Mo were chased by the dark night. Killed, and then Xie Qianlan came to the rescue.
It was true that many problems could be found these two times. For example, Chu Muyun did not suppress the poison of fierce fire at that time, so Dark Ye could clearly tell that Shen Yun and Ling Mu were the same person.
But how can you play tricks on people's hearts? At that time, Shen Yun only had himself, and Ling Mu was just a life-and-death promise with Jun Mo, and there was nothing dirty. How could he be so resentful
Chu Muyun collected his thoughts and went to find the Soul Sculpting Grass first.
Yan Chen was in such pain, and he felt uncomfortable when he saw it.
Fortunately, Chu Muyun had a strong memory and knew several places where Yan Chen put things. There are restrictions on it, but the strange thing is that when he touches those restrictions, they all open.
This time, Chu Muyun had mixed feelings.
Back then, when he was still an ice spirit beast, Yan Chen was afraid that others would be ignorant and would be hurt if he messed things up, so he opened the entire Zhaomei Palace's ban to him. This was a mark bound to his soul. The body still works.
Thinking of this, Chu Muyun's mind moved slightly, and then he turned to see the man who was shaking slightly, and the coldness between his brows faded a lot.
Yan Chen is an idiot, but what happened back then would not have reached that point if he hadn't been able to mislead him.
Who is more scumbag than the other, neither of them are qualified to pursue this issue.
Chu Muyun found the Soul Sculpting Grass and hurriedly gave it to Yan Shen.
With this divine artifact that condenses the soul, the tearing on Yan Chen's soul was obviously eased, but he was guilty in the end, his face was as white as frost, his eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyelashes trembled. His fragility makes him look like a child who has lost everything, curled up in a cold and hard body, guarding the helplessness that is extremely insecure, building a high wall in embarrassment, but only confines himself in a miserable abyss inside.
Chu Muyun helped him onto the bed, Yan Shen fell asleep, but was extremely uneasy, Chu Muyun looked at the thin sweat on his forehead and wanted to find a hot towel to wipe him.
As soon as he got up, his wrist was grasped. Chu Muyun lowered his eyes slightly, watching Yan Chen's slender fingers tightly clenched his wrist like iron hoops.
The man was still in a coma, but the force was so strong that he couldn't break free.
Chu Muyun sighed slightly and said softly, "I'll get you a towel to wipe your sweat."
No one responded to him, Yan Chen just clenched his brows, those cool thin lips seemed to be translucent, pursing them tightly, making people worry about whether bright red blood would seep out.
In the end, Chu Muyun didn't leave and sat beside the bed.
His body is still somewhat cultivated, so he simply performed an operation, brought a dry towel, carefully wiped his sweat for him, and stayed by his side quietly.
It was a whole day and night.
Yan Chen didn't wake up, but Chu Muyun actually fell asleep beside the bed.
It seems to be asleep, but it seems to be awake.
Chu Muyun knew it was a dream, but it was ridiculous because he knew it.
How can a person in a dream think he is dreaming
Is all this waking or dreaming? How to tell the difference
Chu Muyun looked at the vast expanse of emptiness in front of him, but his heart was not as empty and empty as before.
He seemed to be looking for someone, and after a while, a child in a dark purple long coat appeared in front of him.
With his appearance, the empty space in front of him miraculously changed color, just like the sun rising, the light forced back the thick fog, making the whole space look brand new.
Chu Muyun was in a good mood, but his face was cold.
The child in front of him is fair and delicate, and his beautiful eyes are like blooming violets, and the love and attachment in them are undisguised.
Chu Muyun knew very well that this was Yan Chen. Even though he had shrunk so much and his temperament had changed, he knew it was him.
The young Yan Chen was very naive, and he was filled with joy when he saw him. His voice was soft and waxy, and his words were like the tender petals blooming in the beginning, with a sweet fragrance that made people tremble: "You are here, I have done my homework. It's over."
Chu Muyun's brows became softer: "Is there something you don't understand?"
Yan Chen wanted to say something, but he seemed to think of something, and said with his eyes bent, "There are some."
Chu Muyun couldn't understand his careful thoughts. In fact, he should be tolerant. This child seemed to be waiting for him all the time, waiting alone. He told a small lie because he wanted to spend more time with him when he saw him, which was harmless.
But Chu Muyun's face turned cold.