Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The main temple is also as empty as usual.

Mo Yun was wearing a robe embroidered with black gold and clouds, with black gold silk shoes on his feet, and his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. On the top of his hair was tied a nine-gold tiara, and the hanging golden beads dangled slightly.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he stood in the main hall of the Demon Palace with a gloomy expression.

He can't move.

Probably because the soul has been split for too long, and the power of the main god has been slackened, so that the only part of his soul that is left cannot withstand the natural pressure of the main temple.

Mo Yun closed his eyes, clenched his fingers into fists by his side, and forcibly held back the overwhelming feeling of vomiting.

Being made like this by his main temple, he must be No. 1 in ancient and modern times.

After a while, Qing Jun, who sensed the power fluctuation, came. He was wearing a white gold-painted robe sewn with ribbons, and grabbed a quill. He floated to Mo Yun's side, and tapped his forehead with the quill.

Mo Yun breathed a sigh of relief, moved his stiff limbs slightly, "Thank you."

"Thank you, thank you! Let you run to the main temple with your remnant soul every day. Look, you are trapped by your own main temple. Does it feel good?"

Qing Jun rolled his eyes at him, then grabbed his wrist and led him out.

Mo Yun stood for too long, and was still a little unsteady when he moved suddenly. He staggered a few times, and the golden beads hanging from the crown on his head shook lightly, making a small sound.

This clothes was worn on the day he inherited the position of Demon Venerable.

The Demon Realm is different from the Ordinary Realm. The Mortal Realm is divided and protected by different sects. For example, the Immortal Sword Sect will often send monks to Youzhou to make inspections to ensure that the people of Youzhou will not be intruded by monsters and demon cultivators.

And the ruler of the demon world is only the demon king, which is a bit like the ninety-five king.

But later, the class system gradually weakened, and the demon king changed from the ruler at the beginning to the symbol of the power of the demon world. Usually, it is only necessary to strengthen the prohibition of the demon world, order to arrest some extreme-minded demon cultivators, and ensure that the demon world and the common world do not interfere with each other. .

Of course, in history, there were also some Demon Lords who would fight against the mortal world, using the flesh and blood of mortals to increase their cultivation, and that was the era of raging wars.

Mo Yun belonged to the former, because he felt that if his hands were stained with blood, Ye Wuchen's attitude towards him might be even worse.

"Where are we going?" Mo Yun looked back at the misty clouds behind his eyes, and couldn't help asking.

"The Lord God is looking for you."

"Why are you looking for me? Is the matter of the illegal system settled?"

Qing Jun paused, turned his head to stare at him, his eyes were dark, he poked Mo Yun's forehead vigorously, akimbo scolded angrily: "Illegal system, illegal system! Thinking about that thing every day! Don't you know what's going on with your own body?! You don't know what's going on with your body like this? This state can last for a few days!"

"..."

"Mo Yun, I found that you are quite awesome. Originally, that part of your soul was so repelled by that plane, and you turned into an entity every day and ran out. I think your life is not long enough!"

Mo Yun intends to defend himself: "It's not like I'm outside every day."

"Oh, yes, didn't you spend all your time in the main temple when you were not incarnate?"

Qing Jun simply wanted to poke this stupid big guy who was joking with his life to death.

Even ordinary people know how important the soul is, but Mo Yun, splitting the soul is like cutting fruit, he doesn't feel bad at all.

Moreover, the only thing he can come to the main temple is this remnant soul. He is going to be under extremely strong coercion, and he still has the mind to use the power of the main god to suppress that illegal system. Mo Yun definitely doesn't want to live!

Even if the main god couldn't be killed, he didn't say that he could toss his soul casually!Once the soul dissipates, it is no different from death.

Qing Jun angrily dragged him to find the Lord God.

Mo Yun sighed heavily, he just wanted to spend more time with Ye Wuchen.

The palace of each main god is built inside a gate of nothingness, and that door is the entrance of a teleportation channel, connecting the small planes owned by each main god, and inside is the main temple.

Not so the Great Lord God.

He stayed in the transfer station of the plane all year round, guarding his white jade table, holding on to his purple jade hair, and writing in a pile of books.

It is said that even sleeping is just lying on the table, and did not configure a bed for himself.

But this time, the Great Lord God was standing beside the white jade table, his slender fingers stretched across the air, and a thick fog instantly formed in front of him, he tapped with his finger, and gradually an image of a plane appeared on the fog.

The Great Lord God was fascinated.

Qingjun called out respectfully before he came back to his senses.

The Lord God raised his head, looked past Qing Jun, and stared fixedly at Mo Yun, with deep purple eyes, as if he wanted to see through that noble man in fine clothes.

Mo Yun also looked at him expressionlessly.

"The Lord God is looking for me?"

"Mo Yun?"

The two spoke at the same time, Mo Yun nodded slightly, and shifted his gaze to the cheekbones of the Great Lord God—the last time I saw the Lord God there seemed to be a small house?

The Great Lord God noticed his gaze and didn't intend to explain. Instead, he vacated a little and conjured up a stone chair in front of the white jade desk. After that, he waved away the image of the plane, and sat back in his perennial seat.

He pointed to the newly transformed stone chair opposite him, "I want to chat with you."

Mo Yun didn't respond.

He came here to find information about the illegal system, not to chat.

The Lord God glanced at him, turned his head to let Qing Jun leave first, continued to point to the stone chair, and said, "I want to talk to you about Chen'er."

"Dust?"

"...It's Ye Wuchen."

Mo Yun stayed where he was, looking at him coldly with a pair of red eyes.

There was no wind at the transfer station, and the two of them didn't speak or move. They just looked at each other, feeling a sense of emptiness.

In the end, it was the Lord God who lowered his eyes first and sighed: "My thoughts on him are different from yours, don't worry."

He was obsessed with tapping the purple jade wolf hair on the table, and he didn't hear the sound for a long time, so he could only raise his head and stare at Mo Yun again, half stating and half promising: "I have no ill intentions for him."

Mo Yun stared at him for a while, finally sat on the stone chair with a stern expression, and thought for a long time before saying: "What is your relationship with him?"

The Lord God was expecting his question, but he intentionally whetted his appetite, and smiled with an unknown meaning. After he unconsciously frowned, he said leisurely, "He and I are... a threat." Not your relationship."

Mo Yun was noncommittal to his ambiguous answer, but judging from his attitude, he knew that he couldn't ask the answer, so he consciously skipped this question, sat upright, and quietly waited for his next words.

The Great Lord God didn't intend to hang him here, so he spoke naturally:

"I will help you fuse your soul."

"unnecessary."

"..." The Lord God looked helplessly at his slightly pale face. Ziyu Langhao slowly drew the outline of a mask on the white paper. How long can you last?"

Mo Yun didn't answer.

He doesn't know how long he can last. Although the soul of the plane is powerful, it is still far from the peak period. When he reaches the peak period of cultivation, he doesn't know how these souls of his will be worn down.

"Split souls are symbiotic. When one soul dissipates, the other cannot last long in this world."

"……I know."

The Great Lord God leaned over to carve the delicate pattern on the mask, the purple jade wolf was stained with water, but it was painted golden on the paper, very luxurious and beautiful.

"Isn't it a pity to just stay by his side for a few days after finally bringing him back?"

Mo Yun lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, "Conditions."

He has nothing to do with the Great Lord God, so the Great Lord God naturally cannot help him in vain, there must be conditions.

"No conditions." The Great Lord God changed a thinner pen and slowly traced the phoenix tail on the left side of the mask, then suddenly raised his head and chuckled: "But I want to make a bet with you, if you lose, you will be a few years for me." Lord God."

Mo Yun frowned, and said cautiously: "Why do you want to be the main god for you?"

"Because I want to find someone."

The Great Lord God raised his purple eyes and saw that he was puzzled, so he said: "The Great Lord God can only stay in the Lord God's space, manage those boring and uninteresting systems, every 1000 years, only 50 years can leave the job to explore the plane .”

"so?"

"And I only have one year now, and I can't find anyone, but I can go to your plane to help you fuse your soul."

Only then did Mo Yun speak: "What are you betting on?"

"Being Chen'er won't fall in love with you."

Mo Yun raised his head suddenly, met his smiling purple eyes, opened his mouth to refuse, but was blocked by the next words of the Lord God: "Why, no confidence?"

"I'll look for you at...the once-in-ten-year martial arts tournament between the Immortal Sword Sect and the Cangsong Sect."

Mo Yun kept his head down all the time, neither affirming nor denying, the golden crown beads hanging from his head covered most of his face.

He... doesn't seem confident.

Even if his feelings for Ye Wuchen were so strong that he couldn't help himself, he only dared to hold this person lightly, and occasionally he would get dizzy if he got a little closer——

But I just couldn't help but want to get closer to him, a little closer.

As a result, Ye Wuchen thought he was a lustful system.

But Mo Yun is cowardly.

As long as he can meet Ye Wuchen and see Ye Wuchen, he will be excited for several days.

The three souls are all the same, treating Ye Wuchen like a god who is spotless, even feels that he is dirty, and will tarnish this cleanliness.

But I can't help it, I can't help but want to pull the god down from the clouds, I can't help but want to dirty him, I can't help that love that I think is dirty.

After all, I only dare to have that kind of heart, but I don’t have that kind of courage. Even if I have rehearsed it a thousand or eight hundred times in my heart, I still just say "Master" that is so cute that there is no limit to it.

Because Mo Yun once killed Ye Wuchen.

Because Mo Yun's hands were stained with Ye Wuchen's blood.

The more I think about it, the more I feel unworthy, the more I feel dirty and inferior.

So I'm scared to death.

The Lord God put down his pen, looked at the half-section mask with gold pattern on the white background with satisfaction, and continued, "As long as you are rejected three times, I will win, then you will help me be the Lord God for 20 years, is that okay? "

"..." Mo Yun suddenly gave a wry smile: "I dare not even say how he rejected me."

The Great Lord God looked at him in surprise, and smiled: "If you don't say it, how will you know what he thinks of you?"

He put away the picture he had just drawn on the table, and changed a piece of paper to write on it. After a while, he saw that Mo Yun was still sitting where he was, and he sighed a long time: "There are some things that don't happen when you sit down." I can figure it out."

"Are you sure you will win?" Mo Yun asked suddenly.

The Great Lord God chuckled: "I don't do things that I'm not sure of, you will lose."

Mo Yun said: "As long as he...accepts me, I will win, right?"

The great lord nodded slightly.

Mo Yun stood up, the golden beads swayed, and cast a light shadow on his face. He stood there thinking for a long time, as if he was gathering his confidence and thinking hard, before he spoke for a while: "I... will win .”

He turned around and walked out of the transit station without any hesitation, probably because he had made up his mind.

The Lord God stared at him with his chin on his shoulders, and chuckled, "It's really impossible for the young people nowadays not to force it."

He smiled more and more gently, and finally let out a long breath.

"But how could I lose?"

Mo Yun walked out of the transfer station, stood dazedly for a while in the misty space of the Lord God, and turned to look for Qing Jun.

Qing Jun leaned on the table and wrote quickly. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his head and looked nervously: "How is it? The Lord God didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

Mo Yun shook his head, sat down on the high stool beside his table, and asked about the illegal system.

Qing Jun glanced at him and handed him the paper in his hand.

"The illegal system has been identified and is ready for dismantling."

On that stack of paper, there was a pile of dense records, all of which were illegal systems found these days, Mo Yun skipped directly, flipped through page after page, and finally found Ye Wuchen's line.

Looking at the name, he frowned unconsciously, "You didn't make a mistake, did you?"

"How could I be wrong? It's absolutely true. I checked it several times." Qing Jun snatched the stack of paper from his hand, and continued to write with a stick and quill.

Mo Yun frowned and sat where he was. It is true that Qing Juncha did not miss the illegal system, but how could it be him?

"By the way, this illegal system seems to have blocked my memory." Qing Jun said suddenly.

"What memory?"

"All memories of the host."

The doubt on Mo Yun's face dispelled, and he said softly: "If this is the case, then there is no problem."

Hearing this, Qing Jun realized that something was wrong. He stopped his movements, stared sideways at Mo Yun, and asked, "Do you know this illegal system?"

Mo Yun was still frowning, as if remembering, after a long time, he slowly said: "I don't know, but Master does."

After finding out the identity of the illegal system, Qing Jun will start preparing for the dismantling work.

Usually, the dismantling of the illegal system is divided into three parts, first suppressing, then taking out, and finally returning to the original body of the illegal system for crushing.

However, the illegal system this time is the masterpiece of Qing Jun after he was drunk. Out of guilt, he decided not to completely smash the soul of the illegal system, but to leave a way for him to forget about the illegal system and return to his original state. Identity lives on.

As for suppressing the illegal system, Mo Yun has already done it. If the illegal system is taken out, because Mo Yun's soul is unstable, Qing Jun plans to go to the next plane in person to meet Ye Wuchen who is fascinated by Mo Yun.

Mo Yun also told him when he merged his soul, and asked Qing Jun to help Ye Wuchen take out the illegal system at that time.

"You're not watching?" Qing Jun was a little surprised after hearing his arrangement.

"No, I'm afraid I'll smash the illegal system on the spot."

Qing Jun glanced at him, and felt that this person might not be able to hold back his hand, so he patted his shoulder and said, "You have been suppressing it for too long."

"..."

Seeing that he was silent, Qing Jun said again: "Based on your current soul state, I suggest not to appear in the plane."

"I do not."

Mo Yun answered very decisively.

Qing Jun was not annoyed either, he lightly scratched the golden beads hanging from Mo Yun's crown with his fingers.

This person has been completely suppressed by the main temple, otherwise the main temple would not let the main temple control his clothes.

The main temples are spiritual, and they hope that their masters will wear clothes that match their own architecture. Mo Yun's magic palace will naturally want him to wear clothes that match the identity of the demon king, instead of wearing a suit that he doesn't know where he got it every day. His white robes fluttered all over the place.

At this moment, Mo Yun's soul was weak, so the main temple took advantage of it, and took advantage of the gap in suppressing him, and put him in the clothes of a demon king.

Qing Jun sighed, but did not intend to persuade him from the perspective of the main temple.

"Your soul has been split for too long, and your memories don't overlap. If your main soul is severely damaged, you may lose some memories."

Mo Yun disagrees.

Qing Jun smiled: "Those memories may be about Ye Wuchen."

"……Won't."

"Think about it, who is the person who occupies the most in your memory?"

Mo Yun finally felt a little moved, he thought about it, weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and finally came to a conclusion - he didn't want to lose any memory about Ye Wuchen.

He compromised.