Need to Propose to Seven Men What to Do!

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The little orc's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he almost thought he had an illusion.

"what are you saying……"

Mo Jiushao said softly, "Don't you want to go back to Yan Chen's side?"

"Think!" The little orc replied without hesitation.

The smile on Mo Jiushao's face froze slightly, but he still said softly, "That's fine."

The little orc looked at him suspiciously: "You don't need me to save Chu Muyun?"

Mo Jiushao seemed to be in a good mood: "No need, Chu Muyun's body is well maintained, the Resurrection Pill has been fully absorbed, and he will wake up soon."

The little orc still couldn't believe it: "Really?"

Mo Jiushao looked at him: "Do you think I will make fun of him?"

Little orc: "Absolutely not!" Even though he said this, he was still very puzzled. If it was really that simple, why was Mo Jiushao full of murderous looks when he came in just now, and that kiss... What means?

He couldn't figure it out, but he didn't dare to ask. It was great to have the opportunity to leave, and he didn't want to cause more trouble.

"I don't need you to send me, I can leave by myself." The little orc said so.

Mo Jiushao: "You don't want to see Yan Chen."

The little orc didn't feel much upset when his mind was punctured all of a sudden, he just said in a low voice, "He doesn't like me, it's useless if I go back."

"Don't fight for it, are you willing?"

The little orc frowned: "I can't win."

"Try it." Mo Jiushao comforted him in a gentle voice, "You don't understand Yan Chen's character, he actually hopes that someone can really like him, but you are an ice spirit beast, and according to history books, ice spirit beasts are not You know love, so he thinks you are just an attachment to your relatives, not love."

The little orc said urgently: "I like him, no, I love him!"

Mo Jiushao rubbed his soft short hair, and said softly, "Go and tell him."

The little orc was a little nervous: "Aren't you lying to me?"

Mo Jiushao's eyes were filled with tenderness: "What good does it do me to lie to you? Chu Muyun is awake, he is my lover, I don't want anyone to be obsessed with him, if you can pursue Yan Chen, the only thing for me is Good thing, isn't it?"

These words really convinced the little orc. Although he still had some doubts, he couldn't stand the temptation of Mo Jiushao's words.

After thinking about it again, the little orc finally nodded: "I'll go with you."

Mo Jiushao smiled, and said softly to him: "Jun Mo wants to keep you in the diabolo forest, so I can only take you away secretly, this way of leaving may be a little painful, you must hold back Don't make a sound."

Little orc: "I'm not afraid of pain!"

"Good boy." Mo Jiushao comforted him, then raised his hand, and the palm of his hand was attached to the back of his heart.

Chu Muyun: "Fuck! Does this fucking hurt?!"

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Chu Muyun finally understood why Mo Jiushao came to coax him out like this.

It is definitely impossible to leave the diabolo forest by normal means. After all, Jun Mo has a deep obsession with the ice spirit liquid.

The non-normal means are somewhat harsh, such as the one used now, for people whose cultivation level has not reached the level of the gods, it is so painful that the body is about to explode.

Mo Jiushao protected his heart veins so that his life would not be in danger, but the pain that invaded the nerves was still unbearable.

Fortunately, Chu Muyun was a person who had died twice, and was born with strong willpower, so he forcibly held on.

When the two fell to the ground, the little orc's clothes were drenched in cold sweat, his face was pale from the severe pain, and his expression was in a daze.

Mo Jiushao felt a little distressed, but he still held back and didn't use kisses to comfort him.

The little orc didn't realize where it was because his mind was empty.

Mo Jiushao took him inside, the magnificent palace was gorgeous but very strange.

The little orc looked at it, frowned slightly, and finally regained his composure: "This is not Mount Zhaomei."

Mo Jiushao said softly: "Don't worry, you will meet the person you want to see in a while."

The little orc was really in pain, he nodded blankly, closed his eyes and didn't speak anymore.

There are many ways to erase memory, and the least harmful one is taking drugs.

This kind of heartbreak pill was also made by the lazy Emperor, but Mo Jiushao didn't get it from him.

Back then, due to some unknown reasons, Jun Mo made a lot of this kind of elixir, and even took a town to do experiments, which made everyone lose their memory. It should be a great thing to do something well with such a waste of effort. It was useful, but in the end he threw it away...

Naturally, many people robbed such an amazingly effective elixir, and a bloodbath would be inevitable.

But Mo Jiushao's here was enshrined by the people below.

At that time, Mo Jiushao didn't care about it, he just took it and put it away, but he didn't expect it to be useful now.

The little orc leaned in his arms in a daze, totally defenseless.

Arrogant didn't want to waste any more time, so someone fetched the Xinxin Pill and prepared to take it for him.

But Yan Chen and Ling Xuan set off from Mount Zhaomei, and arrived at the Diabolo forest in about half an hour.

They came quickly, but it was too late.

After all, it was already two days later when Ling Xuan went to look for Yan Chen.

At this time, Chu Muyun had already left with Mo Jiushao.

Yan Chen broke into the diabolo forest and ran into the lazy emperor head-on.

Jun Mo: "Mo Jiushao took him away."

Yan Chen asked: "Is Chu Muyun awake?"

Jun Mo looked at him calmly: "Didn't you already know that the ice spirit beast is Chu Muyun?"

Of course Yan Chen knew, he just wanted to confirm again.

But now, it's really a certainty!

Yan Chen narrowed his eyes, and said with a sullen expression: "What's the use of taking him away? Chu Muyun has been reincarnated, and he has forgotten about Mo Jiushao. He likes me now. As long as I go to Qianluan Peak, I want to take him away." It’s not easy to get it back.”

Jun Mo looked at him: "He has lost his heart."

The drug caused quite a stir back then, how could Yan Chen not know about it?He was obviously taken aback, and soon understood what Mo Jiushao was going to do.

"Does he really think that with the guardian of life, no one can fight?"

Jun Mo didn't answer this question, but said slowly: "He took the ice spirit beast and used the divine movement technique, the ice spirit beast's body must have been damaged, and it won't be able to take the Heart Lost Pill within half an hour, so hurry over now ,You still have time."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, jealousy and anger had already activated the divine movement at the same time, and the two of them disappeared into the large bamboo forest at the same time like a shadow of light.

Jun Mo stood there, with silver hair hanging down, and a calm face.

He stood for about a stick of incense before turning back into the house.

The architecture of the diabolo forest is simple and elegant, quiet and elegant. The deeper you go, the more green bamboos grow. It is not like a place where people live.

Jun Mo walked all the way forward, passing through a long corridor, with fewer and fewer servants, and the scenery became more and more quiet, until he walked into a room.

This room is very ordinary, the furnishings inside are so simple that there are only tables and wooden chairs, but for Jun Mo, a warm color flashed in his silver pupils, and his pale fingers pressed on a bracket. A circular downward staircase was born on the ground.

He lifted his feet and walked down, the silver-gray robe was dragged on the dark stairs, and the silver hair that fell on the ground became the most dazzling existence in the darkness.

The stairs are extremely long and go straight down. Jun Mo's pace is not fast, he just walks down slowly like this, but although he walks very slowly, he is very familiar with this place, obviously coming here often.

After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, they finally reached the deepest point, where it was cold and cold, and the walls were covered with frost and snowflakes. There was only a black-haired and white-skinned man lying on a cold bed of ice in the center.

He was wearing an azure blue robe, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen. Under the faint light, he could only roughly see his handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing.