Shen Mushen scolded: "The future will be long..."

    "There is no future for Japan," Gu Chaochao stood up directly, "Shen Mushen, I am very disappointed in you."

    Shen Mushen smiled lightly. It disappeared in an instant, and only a pair of black eyes remained. His injuries have not fully recovered, and there is not a trace of blood on his pale face, and he looks fragile and thin.

    Gu Chaochao just glanced at it, and he couldn't help but soften his heart, but when he thought of this man's personal love for his children, he actually transformed himself from a Mahayana monk who was about to ascend to an ordinary person with only a few decades of lifespan, and there was a kind of hatred. Steel feel.

    She stood still for a long time, and finally turned to leave.

    Even though Shen Mushen knew that it was impossible for her to leave because of the restrictions he had set earlier, the moment she saw her leaving, her blood was still surging, and she suddenly coughed violently while leaning on the bed.

    As soon as Gu Chaochao walked outside the door, he heard his heart-piercing coughing sound, and he turned back without thinking. As soon as he entered the room, he saw that he vomited a pool of blood.

    "Twilight!"

    Gu Chaochao was shocked, and his heartache suddenly overwhelmed all emotions. She rushed forward to support him, and spent some spiritual energy for him.

    The cool spiritual power spread to the internal organs, and the burning pain in the body was relieved a lot. Shen Mu's deep cough gradually calmed down, and leaned on Gu Chaochao's shoulder to breathe weakly.

    After a long while, he slowly said, "The restriction is not insoluble."

    Gu Chaochao's eyes moved slightly.

    "Kill me, the ban will be lifted automatically." Shen Mushen added the second half of the sentence.

    Gu Chaochao: "...you have to be angry with me, right?"

    Shen Mu was deeply silent for a long time.

    Gu Chaochao knew that he did not have a cultivation base to protect his body at the moment. Although she gave him some spiritual power, it could only slightly relieve the burns caused by the fragmentation of the inner alchemy, and could not completely isolate his burning pain, so he let him Rest on your own.

    If not a single tear fell on her fingertips, she really thought he was just resting.

    Gu Chaochao looked at the crystal that fell on his hand at an unknown time, and his heart suddenly became sour: "...How old are you, you are still crying."

    Before he finished speaking, the person on his shoulder suddenly moved and buried his face in Her neck, with wet cheeks, rubbed against her neck, making her wet as well.

    "I'm not mad at you," he hugged her tightly, his voice hoarse and choked, "I just can't help it."

    If he could give up, he would have given up many years ago. pain.

    Gu Chaochao did not speak, nor did he hold him back. A trace of loss flashed in Shen Mu's deep eyes, but he still hugged her harder.

    Gu Chaochao quietly looked at the distant mountains outside the window, and for the first time found that the scenery of the Hehuan Sect was so good, with blue sky and white clouds, and the blue sea was boundless. Unfortunately, she was impetuous at the time. Deeply cultivating the ruthless way, he did not pay attention to the scenery in front of him for a while.

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