Need to Propose to Seven Men What to Do!

Chu Muyun's heart suddenly thumped...

won't die?Why not die?

He was influenced by the fragments in the dream, he only felt that the child was immortal, but he completely ignored that the current Yan Chen was not that child at all.

It is true that the Seven Demon Lords live forever, but they are mortal.

Didn't Xie Qianlan die once?If he hadn't used the sacrificial array for him, lust would have died at that time!

Yan Chen will die, really will die.

Chu Muyun woke up suddenly, feeling a little flustered in his heart.

"Yan Chen..." Chu Muyun held his hand and said seriously, "Can you cancel the plum feast?"

Yan Chen smiled and teased him in a good mood: "Then I won't agree to your marriage proposal."

"It doesn't matter." Chu Muyun responded quickly the moment his words fell.

The smile in Yan Chen's eyes faded a bit: "Don't make trouble, if you don't propose, you will die."

Chu Muyun paused slightly.

Yan Chen stared at him, and could easily see his mind: "You think too much, I won't do stupid things."

Chu Muyun frowned, and said again: "No more marriage proposals, I will stay with you, as long as we can be together."

His words were so sweet that his heart softened. Yan Chen knew that his sympathy was only caused by anxiety, but he couldn't help but the heat surged in his heart: "Are you afraid that I will seek death?"

Chu Muyun was silent.

Seeing the way his eyes drooped, Yan Chen suddenly felt itchy in his heart, and wanted to kiss him, but thought that this was just drinking poison to quench his thirst, so he held back: "I'm not that idiot Xie Qianlan, why did I die?"

Where is Chu Muyun so easy to deceive?

Yan Chen held him back, his palm was attached to the back of his smooth hand, and his voice was cold: "I'm not that stupid, I really have nothing when I die. I'll teach you this, and I'm greedy for this half a month's time , because I want to let you go. You don't love me, but you don't love any of them. From this point of view, everyone is fair. Instead of entanglement, it's better to sit together and see clearly , there is also a break."

This is also true, Yan Chen is actually a relatively cold and selfish person.

Back then, the Ice Spirit Beast paid so much, but he was still able to continue to train him with a cold face when his heart was moved, which can be seen.

Intellectually, Chu Muyun also felt that Yan Chen would not die, but he couldn't help thinking this way emotionally.

It was probably because of that dream, because he clearly felt that Xiao Yanchen in the dream, when he couldn't get him, thought of death.

Chu Muyun calmed down, and decided to take a step forward. Now there is no way to coax Yan Chen, he can only play by ear, if he really doesn't want to live, then he...

— nothing more than to give him a life.

Because of this conversation, Yan Chen was in a much better mood, and he took Chu Muyun outside to taste wine and enjoy flowers in the plum blossom forest.

Chu Muyun was quite reserved at first.

Yan Chen laughed at him: "The wine is all prepared for you, don't you want to drink?"

There is something in his words, after following him for more than 1000 years, Yan Chen knows his preferences better than anyone else.

For example, he is not picky about food, but he really likes the contents of this cup, but Chu Muyun is always self-controlled, and even if he doesn't want others to know what he likes, he can still keep it secret.

Several bodies, different temperaments and preferences, he listed them clearly and remembered them clearly.

But Yan Chen only stared at his private relaxation and comfort, and gradually forgot Chu Muyun, the ice spirit beast, Shen Yun and Ling Mu, there was only one left who didn't know what his name was. He is a real person, but he is extremely real, making his heart tremble all the time.

If you encounter the word love, you will probably become a fool.

Yan Chen smiled inexplicably, picked up the wine glass and touched the rim of Chu Muyun's: "With me, why are you restrained?"

Yan Chen, who was embarrassed or not, knew everything inside and out, so there was really no need to be restrained.

"That's true." Chu Muyun also smiled, sat on the soft couch, picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

Yan Chen looked at the curve of his upturned neck, his eyelashes drooping slightly, covering the hotness and obsession in his eyes.

In the cold winter frost and snow, looking at the dazzling red plums, drinking a pot of strong wine, and chatting occasionally, the atmosphere is rare and comfortable.

Everyone is not drunk when they are not drunk, Yan Chen can't drink badly, and Chu Muyun has never been drunk, but in this icy and cold warmth, both of them are a little drunk.

I don't know who took the initiative, but after we kissed each other, it was hard to part.

When you are awake, you know that it is poison, you should not touch it, and you will not be able to quit if you touch it. People are greedy. Once, twice, three times, or four times, no matter how many times it is the first time, it is not enough.

But after getting drunk, the nerves relax, and the force of recklessness surges up, no matter what is rational or calm, he flaps his wings and flies away without turning his head.

At first, Yan Chen was lingering with him tenderly and meticulously, but after entering, the tightness and frenzy swept over like crazy, imprisoning his soul domineeringly, arousing all the darkness and paranoia, he wished that this would last forever , wishing that this is eternity and the end, wishing that everything stops at this moment...

Chu Muyun was slightly drunk, hooked his neck and kissed him, what he got back was like a storm, overwhelming but permeated with desperate aggression and possession.

When it was over, Chu Muyun had already passed out.

Yan Chen looked at him carefully under the light of the moon... But the more he looked, the more he couldn't see clearly, and the more he looked, the more blurred his vision became, until a drop of cold water fell from the corner of his eyes.

Yan Chen reached out to touch his eyes, and was stunned when he saw the water stains on his fingers.

After a long time, he hugged Chu Muyun to wash it, and then he carried Chu Muyun back to the outer room, and placed him on Chu Muyun's own bed.

Yan Shen returned to the bedroom. In the warm room, what fell on him was an extremely cold blanket.

Chu Muyun slept very well, the first half of the night passed by in a flash, and in the second half of the night, he started to have 'dreams' again.

Chu Muyun has adapted very well, and is even waiting for more 'dreams' to appear.

He thought he would see Yan Chen, maybe this time he was a teenager, he should know what he did.

But to Chu Muyun's surprise, it was still a child who appeared in front of him.

Wearing a beautiful dress, with long hair hanging loose, red lips and white teeth, she has a delicate appearance like a delicate little girl.

Chu Muyun thought about it, and looked at his forehead, but he didn't find the bright red cinnabar mole.

But even without the mole between the eyebrows, Chu Muyun was sure that it was a sinking water smoke.

Why dream of sinking hookah?

Before Chu Muyun had time to think about it, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The bright red blood wet the beautiful armband, and the dripping blood fell down and landed on the desolate ground, turning into a small puddle.

The anger in Chu Muyun's heart could not be suppressed: "What are you doing?"

The little Shen Shiyan had no expression on his face: "You go, I don't want this arm anymore."