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Mo Jiushao looked at him coldly.

Yan Shen smiled and was in a good mood: "A few days ago, Xiaoyun discovered Yan Junqing's fiery agitation, and it is getting more and more intense. You know he has a very high sense of reading medical books since he was a child. I'm afraid that the problem is not as good as you and me."

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

If it was to suppress Blazing Fire, Chu Muyun wouldn't be too close to seek further distance.

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

Mo Jiushao sneered, "Do you think that thing poses a threat to me?"

"Yes." Yan Shen smiled.

He said this, but Mo Jiushao was silent.

If Chu Muyun didn't understand his cultivation level, but Yan Chen was definitely one of the few clear people in this world, if he said 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 Ten Thousand Demon Crystals to assist, and he drew a very clever spirit gathering array. , Finally let the flames calm down, but in the last time, the blazing flames that died down suddenly broke out, and a fierce flame was directly burned on Xiaoyun's soul."

Mo Jiushao suddenly looked up at him.

Yan Chen said in a leisurely manner: "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."

Having said that, there was nothing Mo Jiu Shao didn't understand. He condensed 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 was extremely small, it carried all the resentment and unwillingness of this fierce creature that had been suppressed for hundreds of millions of years. It was of no use to the host except for infinite suffering.

Yan Shen sighed: "This kid is really talented. I am afraid that he has read the book collection on Qianluan Peak. How else can I know that suppressing the fierce fire will be such a dangerous step? He knows that if you were there. Qianluan Peak, you will surely suppress Blazing Fire, and this fierce fire is easy to suppress, but the final poison of fierce fire is insoluble. He doesn't want you to be entangled with 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 gaze filled with pity, but the arc of his mouth was full of malicious pleasure: "...Is really a kind and loving child."

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

Yan Chen had gotten what he wanted, so naturally he would not provoke him anymore. He smiled lightly and left silently.

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

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

Chu Muyun was abandoned. Don't even think about martial arts in this life. With such a high level of qualifications, he practiced Shao Yue's swordsmanship to the eighth style at a young age, but now... I am afraid that he can't even hold the sword.

And these were all caused by Mo Jiu Shao, how desperate to be hurt by his beloved person like this?

The more Yan Chen thought about it, the happier he was. The sick smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared slightly to cover up: Why is it not mine for such a good child?

——Since it doesn't belong to me, don't even think about it!

After a night of zero retreat, I woke up in shock: "What happened!"

Chu Muyun lazily said, "Huh?"

Zero: "All four corners of the arrogant portrait are illuminated!"

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 was dying, and the cultivation base was gone, it was worth it.

The four corners were all illuminated, and there was only one last blow left, and it was 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 suddenly fell silent.

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 overcome them will cost me a lot. clear."

Zero made no sound.

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

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

Hearing these two words, Chu Muyun raised the corner of 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 undressing clothes, and he never left.

The injured tendons 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, but the Yuan Dan was severely damaged, and there was no place to accumulate spiritual power. Chu Muyun would never even think about cultivating for the rest of his life.

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

The sword-dancing youth has been in Mo Jiushao's mind these days. He has a magnificent posture and a graceful manner like a dragon. The invisible self-confidence and freedom are like soft feathers, falling lightly on The heart and the upper part brought a tremor of subtle but not to be ignored.

At first, Mo Jiushao's purpose of adopting this child was not simple, but he didn't know when he started looking 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 this young man who trusts himself wholeheartedly, that free and easy side.

Pity……

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

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

His already 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 pityingly, "It's my fault that 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 current body is extremely fragile, if such strength had never cared before, but now he groaned painfully.

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

Chu Muyun also noticed his own strangeness at this time. He looked at his weak hands and asked tremblingly, "What's wrong with 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 because of my special characteristics. I used to..."

He slowly said it, and Chu Muyun also 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 in the future?"

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 clever, 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 practice, but there is me. Now, I will guard you for life and life."

Chu Muyun stiffened.

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

With just five words, 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 see through each other's eyes. To each other's hearts.

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

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

***

It took Chu Muyun for three months to finally get out of the house. During this period, Mo Jiuzhao kept taking care of him. If the arrogant emperor had already held him in the palm of his hand before, then he is now even more spoiled. .

It was not until Chu Muyun recovered completely and repeatedly assured that he was okay before Mo Jiu Shao went to deal with the long-standing things.

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

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

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

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

He held an ink-colored long sword in his hand, and his movements that should have been smooth and free at this time were clumsy like a child who had just held the sword.

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

It's been a long time since Mo Jiu Shao felt the 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 without any complaints. Even when Mo Jiushao was in depression, he cleverly comforted him. Keep 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 anyone to see it, so I can only face it alone. This is a pride stamped into my bones.

Mo Jiushao paused, and stood as a statue in the youth's persistent 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 Jiu Shao 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 nine styles anymore. How can I... Revenge of the dead soul!"