Chapter 832

Why do you know that she can't have a response, but have to pay regardless“ Miss... "Chang Yu grasped her hand with difficulty. On his indifferent face, he showed a gentle smile." I don't care what my past is. I only know that you are everything to me from the moment I was taken away from the Grottoes by you as Chang Yu. "“ I am willing to pay all, keep you even a moment of peace... "Before he finished his words, Mu Yan felt that she was pulling her hand, and suddenly there was a crazy influx of spiritual power. Mu Yan's eyes suddenly widened, "Chang Yu --!" She desperately wants to get rid of Chang Yu's hand, but Chang Yu holds it tightly. Gurgling, surging spiritual power poured into her body. At the same time, there are also cultivation and spiritual roots belonging to Chang Yu. The dried up elixir field is a little enriched by the spiritual power from outside. Although accompanied by the meridian was torn like pain, can also return to the great power. There is also the cultivation that Muyan has been suppressing to prevent it from breaking through the zero point. At this moment, it is like an erupting volcano, which can no longer be suppressed. Chang Yu looked at the girl's ruddy face and the power of her whole body. A little satisfied and gentle smile appeared on her face. On the contrary, his own face gradually became old and thin. Until, haggard. Holding Mu Yan's hand, he finally dropped down. Mu Yan's body was shaking and his eyes were red. But she did not delay a moment, quickly took out the demon Qin to play. Chang Yu's vitality has dried up. But even if there was only a glimmer of hope, she would never give up. However, her thin hand pressed down on the string and stopped her. Chang Yu's hoarse voice rang out slowly, "Miss, don't waste your efforts any more..." Mu Yan bit her lip and said angrily, "shut up She took Chang Yu's hand and wanted to play Tianmo Qin. But Chang Yu said in a low voice: "Miss, I have never thought of you... But I... But now I'm going to die, you... Cough... Can you... Can you allow me to die in your arms..." his turbid and old eyes try to fall on Mu Yan's beautiful face, but the vision is so fuzzy. The last aura in his body dissipated, taking away his only life. Mu Yan closed her eyes and tears ran down her cheek. She held out her hand and put Chang Yu on her lap. Mingming is supposed to be a strong man, but at this time, it's as light as a piece of dry wood that will be dried and broken at any time. Mu Yan clenched her teeth and said in a soft voice, "Chang Yu, tell me what else you want. I'll finish it for you." Chang Yu gently smile, the right hand difficult to lift up, slowly groping in his skirt. The next moment, a beautiful flower with light red color appeared in his hands. That's... Zhuyanhua. Chang Yu raised his head and looked for mu Yan's face. He couldn't see everything in front of him, but his mind was clearly imprinted with the girl's beautiful face. There is no limit to hell. The girl with snow like clothes, slender fingers and plucked strings, like a ray of light, illuminated his chaotic and dark life. From then on, he became obsessed with it, but he enjoyed it. My young lady, as long as I can keep your peace for a moment, I will always die without regret.