832 I Am Changyu...I Have No Regrets Even Though I Die Nine Times (2)

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Why do you have to give up desperately knowing that she can't respond?

"Miss..." Chang Yu grabbed her hand with difficulty, showing a light and gentle smile on his usually indifferent face, "I don't care what my past is, all I know is that since I was Chang Yu, I was taken from you by you. You are my everything from the moment I take it away."

"I'm willing to give everything to keep you safe even for a moment..."

Before he could finish his words, Mu Yan felt that the hand that was holding her, suddenly madly had spiritual power pouring in.

Mu Yan's eyes suddenly widened, "Chang Yu——!!"

She desperately wanted to get rid of Chang Yu's hand, but Chang Yu held it very tightly.

Gurgling, surging spiritual power poured into her body.

At the same time, there are also the cultivation base and talent spiritual roots belonging to Chang Yu.

The dried up dantian was enriched by the influx of spiritual energy.

Although it was accompanied by the pain that the meridians were torn apart, the majestic power also returned at the same time.

There is also the cultivation base that has been suppressed by Mu Yan, preventing it from breaking through the zero boundary point.

At this moment, it is like an erupting volcano, and it can no longer be suppressed.

Chang Yu looked at the slowly rosy complexion of the girl in front of him, and the strength all over his body, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

On the contrary, his own face gradually became old and thin.

Until, described as withered.

The hand holding Mu Yan finally fell down weakly.

Mu Yan's body was trembling, and her eyes were red.

But she didn't delay for a moment, she quickly took out the Tianmo Qin and was about to play it.

Chang Yu's vitality had dried up.

But even if there is only a glimmer of hope, she will never give up.

However, her thin hand pressed down on the strings, preventing her from moving.

Chang Yu's old and hoarse voice sounded slowly, "Miss, don't... waste your energy..."

Muyan bit her lip and said angrily, "Shut up for me!"

She pushed Chang Yu's hand away and wanted to play the Tianmo Qin.

But Chang Yu said softly: "Miss, I have never had any unreasonable thoughts about you...but I...but I am dying now, you...cough...can...can you allow me? die in your arms..."

His turbid and old eyes tried hard to fall on Mu Yan's beautiful face, but his vision was so blurry.

The last trace of spiritual energy in his body dissipated, and it took away his only vitality.

Mu Yan closed her eyes, tears running down her cheeks.

She stretched out her hand, picked Chang Yu up, and placed it on her lap.

Obviously he should be a burly man, but at this moment he was as light as a piece of dry wood that would dry and shatter at any time.

Mu Yan gritted her teeth and said softly, "Chang Yu, tell me, what else do you wish for, I will fulfill it for you."

Chang Yu smiled lightly, raised his right hand with difficulty, and slowly groped in his clothes.

The next moment, a beautiful little flower exuding pale red appeared in his hand.

That's... Zhuyanhua.

Chang Yu raised his head and looked for Mu Yan's face.

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

The turbid and evil world, hell is boundless.

The girl with a robe like snow, slender fingers, and pulling the strings of the piano, was like a ray of light, illuminating his chaotic and dark life.

Since then, he has been infatuated with obsession, irreversible, but he is happy.

My young lady, as long as I can keep you in peace for a moment, I, Chang Yu, have no regrets even though I die nine times.

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