Chapter 832: I am Changyu... although I am dead and have no regrets (2)
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Why do you know that she can't respond, but she has to pay whatever she wants?
"Miss..." Changyu struggled to grab her hand, and her face was indifferent, showing a light and gentle smile. "I don't care what my past is, I only know that I am being used by you as Changyu." From the moment you take the crowd, you are everything to me."
"I want to give everything, keep you safe even for a moment..."
His words have not been finished yet, and Mu Yan feels that she is holding her own hand, and suddenly there is a spiritual influx.
Mu Yan’s eyes suddenly screamed, “Changyu –!!”
She desperately wants to get rid of Changyu's hand, but Changyu is very tight and tight.
Awkward, raging spiritual power poured into her body.
At the same time, there are also the cultivation and talent roots belonging to Changyu.
The dry Dantian is a little bit filled with the influx of spiritual power.
Despite the painful tears of the meridians, the power of the majestic also returns.
And that was suppressed by Mu Yan, not letting it break through the zero point of repair.
At this moment, like a volcano erupting, it can no longer be suppressed.
Changyu looked at the rosy face of the girl in front of her eyes, and the strength of her body filled her face, showing a little smile on her face.
On the contrary, his own face gradually became old and thin.
Until, describe it as dry.
The hand holding the face was finally unable to hang down.
Mu Yan’s body trembled and his eyes were red.
But she did not delay a moment, and quickly took out the Tianmo piano to play.
The vitality of Chang Yu has dried up.
But even if there is only a glimmer of hope, she will never give up.
However, the skinny hand kept holding the strings and prevented her movements.
Chang Yu’s old and hoarse voice sounded slowly. “Miss, stop... it’s in vain...”
Mu Yan died biting her lip and angered: "You shut me up!"
She dialed Chang Yu’s hand and played the Tianmo.
But Changyu whispered: "Miss, for you... I have never had any thoughts... but I... but I am going to die now, you... cough... can you... can you allow me? Die in your arms..."
His opaque and old-looking gaze succumbed to the beautiful face of Muyan, but the line of sight was so vague.
The last glimpse of his body was exhausted, and he took away his only vitality.
Mu Yan closed her eyes and tears dipped down her cheeks.
She reached out and hugged Chang Yu and placed it on her lap.
It should be a strong man, but at this time it is like a piece of dry wood that will be dried up at any time.
Mu Yan clenched her teeth and whispered: "Chang Yu, tell me, what are your wishes, I will do it for you."
Chang Yu smiled softly, and his right hand lifted up hard and slowly explored in his clothes.
The next moment, a beautiful flower with a reddish glow appeared in his hand.
That is... Resident Yanhua.
Chang Yu looked up and looked in the face of Mu Yan.
He couldn't see everything in front of him, but his mind was clearly branded with the bright face of the girl.
Turbid and wicked, **** is boundless.
The girl who is like a snow, fierce and ten fingers, and the girl who pulls the strings, like a light, illuminates his chaotic dark life.
From then on, he was obsessed with obscurity, but he was so ruthless.
My lady, as long as I can keep you peaceful for a moment, I am always Yu... Although I am dead and have no regrets.
