Why do you have to give desperately even though you know she can't respond
"Miss..." Chang Yu grabbed her hand with difficulty, and a gentle and gentle smile appeared on his usually indifferent face, "I don't care what my past is, I only know that since I was Chang Yu and you have never seen me From the moment I take you away from the hut, you are everything to me."
"I am willing to give everything to keep you safe even for a moment..."
Before he could finish his words, Muyan felt a sudden crazily influx of spiritual power into the hand that was pulling her.
Muyan's eyes suddenly widened, "Chang Yu!!"
She desperately wanted to shake off Chang Yu's hand, but Chang Yu held it very tightly.
A gurgling, turbulent spiritual power poured into her body.
At the same time, Chang Yu's cultivation base and innate spiritual root also poured in.
The dried-up dantian was gradually filled with spiritual energy pouring in from outside.
Although accompanied by the sore spots where the meridians were torn apart, the majestic power also returned at the same time.
There is also the cultivation level that Muyan has been suppressing, preventing it from breaking through the zero boundary point.
At this moment, it was like an erupting volcano, which could no longer be suppressed.
Chang Yu looked at the girl's slowly rosy complexion and the strength around her body, with a satisfied and gentle smile on her face.
On the contrary, his own face gradually became old and thin.
Until, described as haggard.
The hand holding Muyan finally hangs down feebly.
Muyan's body trembled, her eyes were flushed.
But she didn't waste a moment, and quickly took out the Tian Moqin to play.
Chang Yu's vitality has dried up.
But even if there is only a glimmer of hope, she will never give up.
However, the always skinny hand held down the strings, stopping her movement.
Chang Yu's old and hoarse voice sounded slowly, "Miss, don't... waste your efforts..."
Muyan bit her lip tightly, and said angrily: "Shut up!"
She pushed away Chang Yu's hand and wanted to play the Tianmoqin.
But Chang Yu said softly: "Miss, for you... I have never had any unreasonable thoughts... but I... but I am going to die now, you... cough cough... can... can you allow me to die in your arms …”
His cloudy and old eyes tried hard to land on Muyan's beautiful face, but his vision was so blurred.
The last trace of spiritual energy in his body dissipated, taking away his only vitality.
Muyan closed her eyes, tears flowed down her cheeks.
She stretched out her hand, picked up Chang Yu, and placed him on her lap.
Obviously he should be a strong man, but at this moment he is as light as a piece of dry wood that will dry and shatter at any time.
Muyan clenched her teeth, and said softly: "Chang Yu, tell me, what other wish do you have, I will fulfill it for you."
Chang Yu smiled lightly, raised his right hand with difficulty, and slowly groped in his lapel.
The next moment, a beautiful little flower exuding light red appeared in his hand.
That's... Preserving Beauty Flower.
Chang Yu raised his head, looking for Muyan's face.
He could no longer see everything in front of him clearly, but the girl's bright face was clearly imprinted in his mind.
In the turbid world, hell is boundless.
The girl whose sleeves were like snow, with slender fingers and plucked the strings, was like a ray of light, illuminating his chaotic and dark life.
From then on, he became obsessed and obsessed.
My lady, as long as I can keep you in peace for a moment, I, Chang Yu... I have no regrets even though I have almost died.