Chapter 832
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Why is it that he knows that she won't respond, yet he's willing to do anything?
"Miss …" Chang Yu grabs her hand with difficulty. His usually indifferent face shows a shallow and gentle smile, "I don't care what my past is. I only know that from the moment you took me away from Wan Ren Ku as Chang Yu, you are my everything."
"I am willing to give everything to protect you even for a moment …"
Before he could finish his words, Mu Yan feels a sudden surge of Spiritual Power madly pouring into the hand that's holding her.
Mu Yan's eyes suddenly widen, "Chang Yu –!!"
She desperately wants to shake off Chang Yu's hand, but Chang Yu's grip is very, very tight.
Gurgling, turbulent Spiritual Power flows into her body.
At the same time, Chang Yu's cultivation and innate spiritual roots also flow in.
Little by little, her dried up dantian is filled with external Spiritual Power.
Although it's accompanied by the pain of her meridians being torn apart, the majestic power also returns at the same time.
There's also the cultivation that Mu Yan has been suppressing, not letting it break through the zero boundary point.
At this moment, it's like an erupting volcano, no longer able to be suppressed.
Chang Yu looks at the girl's slowly rosy complexion in front of him, her body brimming with power. A satisfied and gentle smile appears on his face.
On the contrary, his own appearance gradually becomes old and thin.
Until, his appearance is haggard.
The hand holding Mu Yan finally weakly hangs down.
Mu Yan's body trembles, and her eyes redden.
But she doesn't waste any time, and quickly takes out the Tian Mo Qin to play.
Chang Yu's vitality has already dried up.
But even if there's only a glimmer of hope, she will never give up.
However, a withered hand presses on the strings, preventing her from moving.
Chang Yu's old and hoarse voice slowly speaks, "Miss, don't … waste your energy …"
Mu Yan bites her lip, and angrily says: "Shut up!"
She pushes Chang Yu's hand away, wanting to play the Tian Mo Qin.
But Chang Yu says softly: "Miss, towards you … I never had any improper thoughts … but I … but I'm going to die now, you … cough cough … can … can you allow me to die in your arms …"
His muddy and aged eyes try to fall on Mu Yan's beautiful face, but his vision is so blurry.
The last trace of Spiritual Power in his body dissipates, taking away his only chance of survival.
Muyan closes her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She reached out and lifted Chang Yu up, placing him on her lap.
He was supposed to be a sturdy man, but at this moment, he was as light as a piece of dry firewood that could dry up and break at any time.
Muyan clenches her teeth and whispers: "Chang Yu, tell me, what other wishes do you have, I will fulfill them for you."
Chang Yu chuckled softly. He raised his right hand with great difficulty and slowly fumbled around in his clothes.
In the next moment, a beautiful flower with a faint red glow appeared in his hand.
That was … the Everlasting Youth Flower.
Chang Yu raises his head, looking for Mu Yan's face.
He could no longer see anything in front of him, but the girl's bright and beautiful face was clearly imprinted in his mind.
In the turbid and evil world, hell was boundless.
The young girl, whose clothes were as white as snow and whose slender fingers plucked the strings of the zither, was like a ray of light that illuminated his chaotic and dark life.
From then on, he sank into obsession and was consigned to eternal damnation, but he was willing to endure it.
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