Need to Propose to Seven Men What to Do!

Chu Muyun: "..."

Zero Baby: "(**) Wow~ so romantic!"

Chu Muyun: "...Are you sure he didn't commit suicide?"

Baby Zero thought about the scene for a while, and recited a poem: "Ah, it will explode into fireworks in the sky."

Chu Muyun: ==!

***

Chu Muyun looked at Yan Chen, but the poor little Yan Chen in his dream flashed through his mind.

Among the few clips he has now, Xiao Yanchen is undoubtedly the worst. He was left behind since he was sensible. There is no one around him, only himself, and the only person he misses is still so indifferent to him. The above is also rigid and rigid preaching, without any warmth at all.

But even so, he was still attached to him, or should I say infatuated.

It's strange, but it's so natural, as if it comes from the attraction of the soul, such a pure desire, such a blazing passion.

But what did he get in the end?

Chu Muyun vaguely knew why he did that in the dream, so he felt sorry for Xiao Yanchen.

And this distress spread to the current Yan Chen, so his demeanor softened a lot: "That will irritate them."

He said it very euphemistically, but everyone understands the meaning.

Chu Muyun teased a group of people, and really proposed to Yan Chen in front of them. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that Yan Chen would become a target of public criticism.

Yan Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at him.

Because of the backlash of his soul and body last night, he was still a little weak, but his pair of purple eyes were deep and far away. When he stared at someone, his heart tightened inexplicably.

Yan Chen asked a question: "Have you ever liked me?"

Chu Muyun was startled, but did not make a sound.

Yan Chen looked at him calmly, and his voice was unexpectedly soft: "Did you ever like me when you were still an ice spirit beast and when you forgot Mo Jiushao?"

At that time, Chu Muyun...was also acting, and he was having a great time doing it.

Yan Chen didn't seem surprised when he didn't answer: "No, right?"

After finishing speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and stared down at his fingers that were holding his wrist tightly.

Chu Muyun could continue to lie to him, but whenever he wanted to speak, his mind would be occupied by that small, lonely, helpless Xiaoyan.

She obviously doesn't remember anything, but she feels guilty towards him because of such messy fragments.

Yan Chen's face was calm, but his heart was in a mess, and an unknown taste fermented, spreading to the tip of his tongue, leaving only bitterness. When he asked, he didn't dare to use the word 'love', but just used 'love'. Like', he thought that Chu Muyun would continue to lie to him in order to propose marriage, but he didn't.

Yan Chen felt that he was ridiculous, extremely ridiculous.

He has seen too many things and knows more than anyone else, but those bloody facts are not beautiful at all, especially for him.

As long as he recalled it for a while, the maddened jealousy would turn into a poisonous snake, spitting out letters and devouring his reason.

What he wanted was never available; what he longed for never belonged to him. Everyone had good memories, but he only missed and teased.

Such a short time was wasted in misunderstandings again and again.

He did something wrong and got retribution, and he has no regrets.

But what was really scary was that he couldn't get out of such despair.

Inexplicable, extremely sad, but there is nowhere to escape.

Yan Chen let go of his hand, and said softly, "Forget it, I'm just being sentimental."

Chu Muyun paused, but still said seriously: "Change to another condition, I'm not afraid of proposing to you in front of them, it's just for you..."

"I just want this." Yan Chen said.

Chu Muyun frowned slightly: "They will destroy Zhaomei Mountain!"

Yan Chen looked at him, and said in a deep voice, "You should know what my viciousness is?"

Chu Muyun: "..."

"Jealous." Yan Shen raised his lips, smiled coldly, but his beautiful purple eyes shone with amazing luster, "I want them to taste the pain of jealousy."

Chu Muyun opened his mouth, and almost blurted out the sentence "Why bother".

But he stopped in time. He has said these three words a lot recently.

Chu Muyun finally agreed: "Okay."

Since this is what Yan Chen wanted, he will give it to him.

Yan Chen finally relaxed, his brows and eyes relaxed, he leaned against the head of the bed, and closed his eyes.

There is still half a month before the Plum Blossom Appreciation Banquet, Yan Chen naturally has a way to call everyone, he knows too much, and he can get them to find out with just a few words.

Chu Muyun has been by Yan Chen's side these days.

Yan Chen had fully recovered after half a day of cultivation, and he actually started to teach Chu Muyun the art of controlling animals.

What's more, it was taught from hand to hand, directly using the Seal of Inheritance from Master, and gave Chu Muyun all the ways to pass on half of his life's heart.

Chu Muyun was inevitably surprised.

Yan Chen said with a smile: "I don't have as much time as senior brother, but I still want to teach you well."

He was envious of Mo Jiushao, or should I say jealous... he was jealous that Chu Muyun had been with him for nearly ten years, that Chu Muyun had obtained his true swordsmanship, and even more jealous of their close relationship.

But the last one he has nothing to be jealous of, anyway, it was just a hypocrisy, but even so, he still misses the things he has seen, and still wants to do as much as he can in this extremely short time See as much as you want.

What can you do in fifteen days?

Chu Muyun didn't know, but Yan Chen gave him half a month to give everything he had.

Even in a lazy afternoon, Yan Chen talked about some old things.

"Although Mo Jiushao and I are from the same school, we don't have much friendship."

"Our master died very early, and I can't remember what he looked like..." Yan Chen shook his head and said, "Actually, he didn't teach us anything, or it should be said that he couldn't teach us anything."

"Master is dead, and the sect is in decline. Mo Jiushao and I set up our own sect. Although we are considered brothers and sisters, it's just a superficial effort."

As he said that, Yan Chen chuckled lightly: "He hates Xie Qianlan, and I know he hates me too, because I hate them too."

"Obviously they are brothers, but they turn against each other; they are obviously brothers, but they just want to see each other's life is not good."

"Actually, I really don't understand, why is this?"

"Dislike for no reason, inexplicable liking... really illogical."

Yan Chen's voice suddenly dropped a little, he turned his head to look at Chu Muyun, with an unusually warm smile on his lips: "Xiaoyun..."

Chu Muyun looked at him, inexplicably shocked by his smile, speechless.

A person who was cold and detached, who always laughed at sarcasm, unexpectedly showed such a pure smile.

Chu Muyun was a little uneasy: "Yan Chen..."

Yan Chen pulled him closer and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "I love you."

Chu Muyun's body froze.

Yan Chen leaned into his ear again, and whispered: "I will let you go when the plum feast is over."

"In the last few days, stay with me well."

Chu Muyun sat motionless, if he hadn't known that they would die, he would almost have thought that Yan Chen...