Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

After finally taking down the little white ball that was almost stuck to him, Ye Wuchen noticed the darkness outside the window, counting the days, he had accepted Mo Yun as his disciple for two days, and it was on this day that Mo Yun was reborn in the original book At night, he discovered his demon blood, and since then he has practiced so fast that he can kill the original owner.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuchen got up and wrapped a robe casually, intending to visit his apprentice, after all he wrote this process in the book very uncomfortable.

The little white ball swayed beside him with bright red eyes, its temperament was somewhat different from before.

Ye Wuchen moved a little further away from him, and the little white ball's eyes were glued to him all the time, a little penetrating.

"Cough... why don't you go back first."

As if the little white ball had never heard of it, it continued to stare at Ye Wuchen with its glowing red eyes. Seeing that it had arrived at Mo Yun's door, Ye Wuchen had no choice but to grab it into his sleeve.

Then he knocked on the closed door in front of him.

The little white ball was twitching restlessly in the wide sleeve, but Ye Wuchen held it tightly. It ran wildly, as if it was sure that it couldn't get out, and lay softly on Ye Wuchen's body. Dust's arm.

Before the door opened, Ye Wuchen didn't wait any longer, just pushed the door open and entered...

However, the door was locked from the inside.

Ye Wuchen cursed secretly in his heart, you little bastard, for wasting a place-passing talisman.

The room was pitch dark, but the cultivator had his own night vision buff, so Ye Wuchen could clearly see the boy curled up on the bed.

The young man's lips were pale, his lips were chapped, and the deep red cracks spread from his neck to his white and tender cheeks. Mo Yun was originally as thin as a stick, but now he is rolled up in a small ball on the bed, but I feel pity for him.

The original book described: It seems that the whole person is swallowed by magma. It should have been burned to ashes, but there is still a damn pain.

Ye Wuchen couldn't help but tremble when he thought of the string of words typed on the keyboard by his cheap hands, and felt that he should die as an apology for this behavior.

He slowly approached Mo Yun, the little white ball clinging to his arm seemed to have sensed something, and squirmed back and forth on his arm, as if a little impatient.

Ye Wuchen ignored it, stretched out his hand to touch Mo Yun's forehead lightly, it wasn't hot, but the second he withdrew his hand, the sleepy Mo Yun suddenly leaned his head over, and firmly grasped it with his hand. .

At the same time, the restless little white ball in the sleeve bit him hard, and said vaguely: "Don't touch it." But Ye Wuchen didn't hear it clearly, only felt that the little white ball was too aggressive.

So he flicked his sleeves and threw the little white ball to the ground, with a bit of anger on his face, the little white ball stared at the red eyes, as if he couldn't believe that he was thrown to the ground, and was about to get angry when Ye Wuchen glared at him again .

It floated up unsteadily, leaning towards Ye Wuchen aggrievedly, but Ye Wuchen glared at it again, and it stayed where it was cowardly, not daring to move.

Ye Wuchen then gently hugged Mo Yun who treated himself like an ice cube, and asked another system in his body: "Xiaojian, if I stay here and watch him awaken his bloodline, will there be any rewards?"

Xiaojian replied coldly: "No."

Ye Wuchen gave a faint "oh" and continued to hug Mo Yun.

Mo Yun, who was sleeping, seemed to be in a sea of ​​fire, but he didn't know when there was a cold place approaching, and he wanted to get away from the coldness, so he approached the coldness like a madman, but the ice was so close to him. Float by yourself.

He swore he had never seen anything so witty.

The witty Ye Wuchen was hugging Mo Yun and looking at Xiao Baiqiu. The eyes of Xiao Baiqiu were full of resentment, like a resentful woman who was abandoned by her lord—he hated that he was not attached to this body.

"No, Xiaolong, you were never so clingy before." Ye Wuchen looked suspicious.

The little white ball said without shaking: "Because I am an advanced system, there are two modes."

Although it made sense, Ye Wuchen was still skeptical. He helped his apprentice smooth his hair, put him down, grabbed the little white ball floating in the air, and planned to leave.

Little Baiqiu was a little surprised, a little complacent, but also a little disappointed. If the master hugged his body for a whole night, he might be able to possess him at night.

But Mo Yun on the bed was restless because of Ye Wuchen's departure. Ye Wuchen looked at him for a moment, as if he walked to the side of the bed and squatted down helplessly, but he didn't touch the restless boy.

"Come on and get over it, after all, you're going to kill me in the future." Ye Wuchen held his head, and there was a hint of teasing in his words.

There is no such paragraph in the original book. If he rashly makes some actions related to the protagonist, it may cause a butterfly effect.

Ye Wuchen got up and patted the hem of his clothes, the little white ball in his sleeve fell softly to the ground, lifeless.

Mo Yun on the bed suddenly opened his black and red eyes, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Master..."

It was like the groan of a dying patient.

Ye Wuchen put the little white ball back into his sleeve, and called out in a low voice, but got no response, so he had to give up—he didn't understand the system's body structure.

At this time, he heard the blackened apprentice calling himself again, and his first reaction was to touch the head on his neck: Well, it's still there.

Then he went to see his apprentice who looked weakly at him.

In the darkness, Mo Yun's eyes were black and red, and he was looking at him pitifully, which really didn't match the respect he had shown him the previous two days.

"Hey, Xiao Jian, how is Mo Yun's blackening value now?" Ye Wuchen asked in his heart.

Xiaojian: "The blackening value is full."

Ye Wuchen rested his chin, and looked at the pitiful eyes of the blackened apprentice with some doubts, and always felt that the eyes were somewhat familiar.

"Master... respect." Mo Yun on the bed let out a moan, like a drowning person randomly grabbing a piece of wood floating on the water.

what to do?It's all called my name, so I can't ignore it...

Ye Wuchen had no choice but to hug Mo Yun again, and asked in a low voice: "Yun'er, how do you feel?"

But the person in his arms just panted, opened his eyes and closed them again, no longer answering.

Ye Wuchen hugged him and thought for a while, probably because of the pain of awakening his blood, which made him lose his mind, and it happened that he was the person he admired in childhood, so he called out his name.

There is another possibility, this little bastard wants to kill himself even in his dreams.

Ye Wuchen felt that he was holding a piece of hot potato in his hand.

After Mo Yun closed his eyes, his body and mind jumped for joy, and even the pain of awakening his blood seemed to disappear. He wanted to jump three feet high, but it was obviously more comfortable to nest in the arms of the master.

When he awakened his blood last time, the master just came over to take a look from a distance, how could he hug him so intimately like now.

Thinking of this, Mo Yun hated himself again in his heart...

The two hugged like this, and Ye Wuchen didn't sleep all night, and left when he saw Mo Yun's face improved.

——He was afraid that this blackened apprentice would get up and find that his master was holding him, and he would chop himself up with a trembling hand.

It was high in the sun, Ye Wuchen was flipping through the scriptures sent by Lu Xiao on the rattan chair, but Mo Yun came over and knelt down with Liu Yunjie.

Ye Wuchen was really taken aback.

Mo Yun: "This thing is precious, please take it back, Master."

Ye Wuchen heaved a sigh of relief, luckily he didn't find out that his blood had awakened to kill him.

"Don't like it?" Ye Wuchen lazily basked in the sun, slowly turning the pages of the book with his fingers, like a cat with its belly exposed.

Mo Yun lowered his head another inch: "There are a lot of Master's clothes inside..."

Ye Wuchen: "..."

I saw Ye Wuchen stood up, shaking his slender fingers on the Floating Cloud Ring: "I have already taken back the clothes, and this Floating Cloud Ring is my gift to you."

Mo Yun was silent for a while, and was about to kowtow to thank him, but was supported by Ye Wuchen, who said softly, "The token Elder Lu gave you..."

Before Ye Wuchen finished speaking, Mo Yun took out the token silently, and offered it to the master with both hands.

But suddenly he was slapped on the head, and he looked a little surprised.

Ye Wuchen stood next to the rattan chair, the golden light warmed his hair, and his clothes were loosely draped over his body, and he said wearily: "Don't waste Elder Lu's heart, come to Qingfeng You are free to enter and exit the enchantment, practice hard."

Mo Yun clutched the place where he was beaten, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. When he was about to come out, the person who brought this feeling had already walked back into the house, with the door half-closed.

Perhaps, what is really different?

In Xanadu, an old man looked at the mountain of clothes, a little dazed, and then his beard was raised in anger.

"I want wine! Wine!"