Need to Propose to Seven Men What to Do!

Chu MuYun: “…”

Babyzero: “(**) Wow~ so romantic!” 

Chu MuYun: “…Are you sure he’s not trying to zuo himself to death?”

Babyzero’s mind conjured up the scene at that time, and added a few lines from a poem: “Ah, it will explode into fireworks in the sky.”

Chu MuYun: = =!

***

Chu MuYun looked at Yan Chen, but the poor little Yan Chen from his dream flashed through his mind.

Among the few random scenes he has experienced until now, Little Yan Chen’s scenes were  undoubtedly the worst. He was left behind ever since he was old enough to understand. There was no one around him, only himself, and the only person he misses was still so indifferent to him. That person stood high above him, rigid and unyielding, without any warmth at all.

But even so, he was still attached to him, or should I say infatuated.

It’s strange but it’s so natural, as if it comes from the attraction of the soul, such a pure desire, such a blazing passion.

But what did he get in the end?

Chu MuYun vaguely knew why he did those things in the dream and so he felt sorry for Little Yan Chen.

And this distress spread to the current Yan Chen, so his expression softened a lot: “That will anger them.”

He said it very euphemistically but everyone understood the meaning.

If Chu MuYun really teased this group of people and proposed to Yan Chen in front of them then he was not afraid of death, but was afraid that Yan Chen would become a target of public criticism.

Yan Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at him.

Because of the backlash of his soul and body last night, he was still a little weak, but his pair of purple eyes were deep and far away. When he stared at that person, his heart tightened inexplicably.

Yan Chen asked a question: “Have you ever liked me?”

Chu MuYun was stunned and didn’t make a sound.

Yan Chen looked at him calmly and his voice was unexpectedly soft: “Did you like me when you were still an ice spirit beast, when you forgot about Mo JiuShao?”

At that time, Chu MuYun…was also acting, acting to the extreme.

When he didn’t answer, Yan Chen didn’t seem surprised: “No, right?”

After he finished speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly and stared down at his fingers that were holding his wrist tightly.

Chu MuYun could continue to lie to him, but whenever he wanted to speak, his mind would be occupied by that small, lonely, helpless Little Yan Chen.

He obviously doesn’t remember anything, but he felt guilty towards him because of such messy fragmented images.

Yan Chen’s face was calm but his heart was in a mess and an unknown taste fermented, spreading to the tip of his tongue, leaving only bitterness. When he asked the question just now, he didn’t dare to use the word ‘love’, but just used ‘like’. Since it was just ‘like’, he thought that Chu MuYun would continue to lie to him in order to propose marriage, but he didn’t.

Yan Chen felt that he was ridiculous, extremely ridiculous.

He has seen too many things and knows more than anyone else, but those bloody facts are not beautiful at all, especially for him.

As long as he recalled it for a while, the maddened jealousy would turn into a poisonous snake, spitting and devouring his reason.

What he wanted was never available; what he longed for never belonged to him. Everyone had good memories, but he only missed out and was played.

Such a short time was wasted in misunderstandings again and again.

He did do something wrong and got retribution, so he has no regrets.

But what was really scary was that he couldn’t get out of such despair.

Inexplicable, extremely tragic, but there was nowhere to escape to.

Yan Chen let go of his hand and said softly, “Forget it, I’m just being sentimental.”

Chu MuYun paused but still said seriously: “Change to another condition. I’m not afraid of proposing to you in front of them but it’s just for you…”

“I only want this.” Yan Chen said.

Chu MuYun frowned slightly: “They will destroy ZhaoMei Mountain!”

Yan Chen looked at him, and said in a deep voice, “You should know what my vice is?”

Chu MuYun: “…”

“Envy. ” Yan Shen raised his lips and smiled coldly but his beautiful purple eyes shone with astonishing brilliance, “I want them to suffer from Envy.”

Chu MuYun opened his mouth and almost blurted out the sentence “What’s the point? ” out loud.

But he stopped in time. He has said these three words a lot recently.

Chu MuYun finally agreed: “Okay.”

Since this is what Yan Chen wanted, then he will give it to him.

Yan Chen finally relaxed, his brows and eyes relaxed, he leaned against the head of the bed, and closed his eyes.

There was still half a month before the Plum Blossom Appreciation Banquet. Yan Chen had his ways to contact everyone and get their attention. He knew too much and just a few offhand comments will get them to come in order to investigate. 

Chu MuYun has been by Yan Chen’s side these days.

Yan Chen had fully recovered after half a day of cultivation and he actually started to teach Chu MuYun the art of controlling animals.

What’s more, it was taught from hand to hand, directly using the Seal of Inheritance from master to student, using half of his life’s heart to pass on the skills to Chu MuYun.

Chu MuYun was inevitably surprised.

Yan Chen smiled and said, “I don’t have as much time as my Senior Brother but I still want to teach you well.”

He was envious of Mo JiuShao or more accurately, was jealous… Jealous of Chu MuYun’s accompanying him for nearly ten years, jealous of Chu MuYun getting his true swordsmanship, and even more jealous of their mutual support.

But the last one he has nothing to be jealous of, anyway, it was all just an act, however he still missed the things he had seen and wanted to do as much as he can in this extremely short time and see as much as he could.

What can you do in fifteen days?

Chu MuYun didn’t know, but Yan Chen gave him half of a month of using all his effort and might.

Even on a lazy afternoon, Yan Chen still talked about some old things.

“Although Mo JiuShao and I are from the same school, we don’t have much friendship.”

“Our master died very early and I can’t remember what he looked like…” Yan Chen shook his head and said, “Actually, he also didn’t teach us anything, or it should be said that he couldn’t teach us anything.”

“Master was dead and the school was in decline. Mo JiuShao and I set up our own school. Although we are still called each other disciple brothers, it’s just superficial.”

Yan Chen then smiled lightly: “He hates Xie QianLan and I know he hates me too, because I also hate them as well.”

“They are obviously biological brothers, but they have turned into enemies. We are obviously disciple brothers but we only wish each other ill.”

“Actually, I really don’t understand, what is the reason?”

“We have no reason to hate each other, but inexplicably we just dislike each other…. It’s really illogical.”

Yan Chen’s voice suddenly became lower and he turned to look at Chu Mu Yun. An unusually warm smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth: “Xiao-Yun…”

 Chu Mu Yun looked at him, inexplicably shocked by his smile.

A person who was cold and detached, who always laughed with such sarcasm, unexpectedly showed such a pure smile.

Chu MuYun was a little uneasy: “Yan Chen…”

Yan Chen pulled him closer, and kissed him lightly on the forehead: “I love you.”

Chu MuYun’s body froze.

Yan Chen leaned into his ear again and said in a low voice: “I’ll let you go when the plum feast is over.”

“In the last few days, please stay with me.”

Chu MuYun sat motionless, if not for the fact that he already knew that it was impossible for them to die, he almost thought that Yan Chen was…