The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

How come you know she can't respond, but you do whatever it takes?

“Miss...” Changyu grabbed her hand with difficulty, revealing a light and gentle smile on her indifferent face on a weekday basis, "I don't care what my past was, I just know that you have been everything to me since the moment I was taken away from the cave by you as Changyu. ”

“I will give you everything and keep you safe even for a moment...”

His words were not finished, and Mu Yan felt dragging his hand, suddenly a mad and spiritual influx.

Mu Yan's eyes suddenly widened, “Changyu -!! ”

She tried desperately to shake Changwoo's hand, but Changwoo held it tightly.

A raging, raging spiritual force poured into her.

There is also a influx of cultivation and genius roots belonging to Changyu.

The dry fields are enriched by an influx of spiritual energy.

Though accompanied by torn menstrual veins, the pounding power also returns at the same time.

And the one that Muay has been suppressing to keep it from breaking through the threshold.

It is also like an erupting volcano at this moment and can no longer be repressed.

Changyu looked at the girl in front of her, slowly reddish face, and her surrounding body filled with strength, her face revealed a little satisfied with a gentle smile.

Instead, his own face gradually grew old and thin.

Until, it's depleted.

The hand holding Mu's face finally drowned helplessly.

Muang's body was trembling and his eyes were red.

But she didn't take a moment, and quickly pulled out the magic piano to play.

Changyu's vitality has dried up.

But even if there was only one glimmer of hope, she would never give up.

However, her skinny hand held down the string and stopped her from moving.

Changyu's old sandy voice sounded softly, “Miss, stop... wasting your energy...”

Mu Yan bit his lip dead and said angrily: "Shut up! ”

She opened Changwoo's hand and wanted to play the Heavenly Magic.

But Changwoo whispered: “Miss, I never wanted anything to do with you... but I... but now that I'm dying, you... cough... can you allow me to die in your arms...”

His cloudy, old eyes tried to land on Munich's beautiful face, but his gaze was so blurred.

His last breath of spirituality dissipated, depriving him of his only chance.

Muang closed her eyes and the tears came down her cheek.

She reached out and held Changwoo up and placed him on her knees.

It's supposed to be a big man, but at this point it's lightly like a piece of dead wood that's ready to dry and crumble.

Muang bit his teeth and said softly: “Changwoo, tell me what else you want and I'll finish it for you. ”

Changwoo smiled softly, lifting his right hand up hard, and stroking slowly in his coat.

The next moment, a beautiful flower with a bright red light appeared in his hand.

That's... gardening.

Changyu raised his head and looked for Mu's face.

He could no longer see what was in front of him, but his mind was clearly branded with the girl's bright face.

Cloudy and evil, hell is boundless.

The girl with the snow, the slim fingers and the strings, like a light, illuminated his chaotic and dark life.

Thereafter, he became obsessed, unable to take any more, but he was satisfied.

My lady, as long as I can keep you calm for a moment, I Changwoo... although nine die without regret.