Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Ye Wuchen was really tired. It took him two days to catch Lu Xiao. He didn't close his eyes for a moment. He avoided Mo Yun and took Lu Xiao to the dense forest of Xiaoyao Peak. In fact, it was a contest of unilateral beatings.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the person, he sent a voice transmission to Xiao Yichun, explaining what happened concisely, and asked him to place a foot restraint order on Lu Xiao to ensure that the person would not come out to be a monster again in a short time.

He felt that Lu Xiao's group of people were a little too much. He didn't care about writing a book about Ye Wuchen, but why did he write Mo Yun in it?

But in fact, he didn't need to care so much about those scripts, but he was afraid that Mo Yun would turn black on the spot if he saw it!Even if it doesn't become black, it will definitely cause great damage to his young heart.

Ye Wuchen, who considered himself a parent, thought so.

As for those folk tales, what should he do, what can he do, he can't take action against a group of mortals who are powerless.

Although those authors may also be monks, but if he can stop one, can he stop a bunch of them?

Because of that guy Lu Xiao, the conversation between him and Mo Yun has already flooded.

Ye Wuchen was desperate in his heart.

If I had known that he would not have written that "Records of the Qing Dynasty" back then!

...Wait, wait a minute, so the source of those scripts should be him.

Is it too late for him to hang himself now?

Ye Wuchen was lying on the bed brainstorming, he squinted his eyes, and thought through a lot of things in the morning when he first woke up.

It seems, maybe, probably, the person who promotes Mo Yun and his storybook market is himself...

If he hadn't written that book at the beginning, Lu Xiao wouldn't have dismantled his book in a reasonable and well-founded way, and wouldn't have attracted so many viewers, and he wouldn't have followed Lu Xiao's book and written a book. Another book about Mo Yun and him.

The more Ye Wuchen thought about it, the more guilty he felt. He huddled in the corner of the bed and bit his nails, suddenly feeling so sorry for Lu Xiao.

He started to toss and turn on the bed, hugged the quilt and rolled himself into a ball, analyzed the whole thing over and over again in his mind, the more he analyzed, the more wrong he became, and the more he felt that he was the one who was wrong.

Although his original intention in writing that book was good, but——

"Master is up already?"

Before he could come up with a result, Mo Yun took a lacquered wooden tray and put it on the table, with a few dishes on it and covered it.

Ye Wuchen didn't care about those things, he felt more and more guilty as he watched Mo Yun approaching slowly, and his face turned pale unconsciously.

Mo Yun saw that he stopped so instantly, Ye Wuchen's current appearance was very similar to his appearance when he stayed in the Demon Realm.

He was still a few steps away from the bed, but he stopped there abruptly, with a faint look of fear on his face.

No way, Master won't be threatened again, right?

Ye Wuchen huddled in the corner of the wall, tried his best to sit up with the quilt wrapped in strips, and stared at the boy who was standing still with a guilty conscience.

It seems that if he hadn't written such a book, the story about Zhiqing Peak would not have developed so fast.

The two looked at each other for a long time, each with their own thoughts, one dared not speak because of guilt, the other was afraid of hurting the other and dared not step forward.

Their eyes met each other, instead of being radiant, they were more anxious.

Ye Wuchen was a little puzzled by his frightened gaze at first, but later, he found that he was neither wearing a mask nor a bamboo hat.

He sighed and was about to get the mask next to his pillow, but found that the quilt was wrapped tightly around his body, and his hands were completely retracted in the quilt, unable to move for a while.

Ye Wuchen leaned his head back against the bedpost sullenly, he is an idiot, he must be an idiot!

Seeing his despondency, Mo Yun couldn't help taking a step forward, and then, Ye Wuchen struggled hard, but still couldn't turn himself out of the quilt.

But Mo Yun felt that he was threatened because of his step forward, so he stopped in place unwillingly, gritted his teeth and left.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

Is he so unpopular looking?

However, after a while, Mo Yun lay on the door frame expectantly, and asked cautiously: "Master, can I come over?"

Master hasn't told him to go away, so he won't go away.

Ye Wuchen said: "Come here."

Now he was [-]% sure that he was really scary looking.

Mo Yun ran to the bedside, glanced at Ye Wuchen who had wrapped himself in a strip, and confirmed that he had no overreaction, then kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, and approached the man who seemed hopeless.

It seems...just in a bad mood?

Mo Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Wuchen leaned his head up on the bedpost, his neck was covered by a quilt, and he could only see his smooth jaw and his Adam's apple rolled by talking.

He glanced guiltyly at this young man who was gradually fading from maturity, thinking that this child would have his own decisions about some things, so he didn't plan to hide it from him.

So Ye Wuchen told Mo Yun the result of his thinking all morning, and said that one person does the work and the other bears the responsibility, and if you want to kill, you have to do what you want.

However, there was no movement from Mo Yun's side. Just when Ye Wuchen thought that the child had gone out to sharpen the knife, Mo Yun suddenly pressed his fingers against his Adam's apple.

"..."

Are you going to kill your teacher so soon?

Ye Wuchen was frightened by his own thoughts, and swallowed involuntarily.

However, Mo Yun quickly withdrew his hand, smiling helplessly: "Master, I don't think your brain is suitable for thinking about things in the morning."

Inexplicably, Ye Wuchen felt that the child was scolding him, but he couldn't find any evidence.

"Master, even if you didn't write that book, there will be more and more folk tales." Mo Yun took out a pile of books and put them on the bed, flipping through them one by one. At the time, there were already a lot of words about Zhiqing Peak."

Ye Wuchen heard the sound of pages being turned, and couldn't help but glance over there, just in time to see the title of the book in Mo Yun's hand.

"..."

That's all, anyway, his and Mo Yun's books are already all over the street, so it doesn't matter how many books this kid has.

"These books were given to me by Yuxi before Master wrote that book."

Ye Wuchen was choked for no reason, with choked tears in his eyes, he turned his head helplessly: "No, no, you already knew?"

So what is the purpose of his efforts these days? !

Mo Yun smiled and acquiesced.

"Master... do you hate these books?"

"Fortunately."

"Then why did you want to write that book to clarify?"

Ye Wuchen licked his lips, and felt that it would be silly to say his reasons at this time, but he couldn't think of a better reason, so he could only say his original intentions foolishly.

"I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable if you see it."

The anxious heartbeat gradually calmed down, Mo Yun smiled lightly, and said in a good mood: "So the master doesn't hate it, right?"

"Huh? What do you hate? Is it a folk story? If you don't care, what reason do I have to hate?"

Ye Wuchen wriggled slowly and wanted to sit upright, but he couldn't use his strength in the quilt, no matter how hard he struggled, he could only slide down.

If he had known that Mo Yun could accept these scripts, he wouldn't have put so much thought into those things.

Seeing how hard he was wriggling, Mo Yun didn't pull him out of the quilt, but hugged him while he was inconvenient to move, and said to cover up: "Master, I'll help you up first."

Soon, Ye Wuchen was righted by him, wrapped in a quilt and sitting like a worm, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He lowered his head to look at the tightly wrapped quilt, and then glanced at Mo Yun who was sitting obediently beside him. Ye Wuchen thought for a while, and finally noticed something was wrong, so he said to Mo Yun: "Move to the side. move."

Before Mo Yun could react, he lay down and rolled towards Mo Yun. After the quilt was loosened, he struggled to stretch out his hand, took the mask beside the pillow and put it on his face.

Mo Yun blinked, and stared down at Ye Wuchen who rolled into his arms automatically, his cheeks were hot.

Can this be regarded as flirting?

It took him a long time to think about it before he realized that the man in his arms had put on a mask, blocking all his vision.

Mo Yun stretched out his hand involuntarily to remove the mask, but Ye Wuchen grabbed his wrist, he stretched out his other hand dissatisfied, but was caught again.

"Master..."

Ye Wuchen grabbed his hand and stood up. Seeing that the young man in front of him was still staring dishonestly at his mask, he cut Mo Yun's time behind his head, patted his cheek, and said in a low voice:

"Be honest, don't mess around."

He didn't want the child to be stunned by him like that day again.

Mo Yun was a little confused.

He didn't know why the master was still in his arms one second, and he was crushed to death by the master the next second.

He stared at the cold mask, the temperature of his cheeks slowly rose, turning into a rosy color visible to the naked eye.

Mo Yun wanted to cover his face, but both hands were grabbed by the person on his body, unable to move.

Ye Wuchen is a person who can always jump back and forth on the edge of his own reason, and he is not responsible, he is really mad at him.

"Master, how long are you going to suppress?"

Mo Yun was aggrieved by Bala, with tears in his eyes, and spoke resentfully.

Ye Wuchen poked his face worriedly: "Why are you blushing all the time, is it because you can't adjust your fire energy well?"

After he finished speaking, he still pressed Mo Yun.

Mo Yun turned his face away, a little depressed: "No, I just like to blush."

Ye Wuchen was amused by his blunt answer, finally sat up, put on his shoes and said: "Don't touch my mask, remember?"

Mo Yun snorted, and secretly glanced at the unsuspecting Ye Wuchen beside the bed. Just as he was about to get up, a hungry tiger pounced on him, pulled Ye Wuchen down on the bed, turned over, and pressed him on the bed.

Ye Wuchen opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't expect this little bastard to attack him, and after a while he raised his hands behind his head in relief, crossed them, and said with a smile in his voice: "Is that so?"

He felt that Mo Yun was taking revenge for his "shame" of pressing him to the bed.

However, Ye Wuchen interrupted the charming in his mind in a timely manner, only to hear him imitating his own tone, and said aggrievedly: "How long are you going to hold back?"

His aggrieved tone was a bit deliberate, even with a rising smile in his tone, Mo Yun felt that he was insulted.

Sure enough, Ye Wuchen laughed in the next second. He stared at Mo Yun who was close at hand, a little helpless: "Why are you so narrow-minded, but will you press it back after just pressing it?"

Mo Yun was so depressed that he wanted to shut himself up.

He stared at Ye Wuchen under him who didn't take it seriously at all, let go of his hand silently, and carried out his ultimate purpose of pressing - to uncover the mask on Ye Wuchen's face.

"Master, why did you use these things to cover your face?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The two looked at each other, and Mo Yun clearly saw the panic in Ye Wuchen's eyes that he couldn't hide.

Ye Wuchen reached out to take back his mask, but Mo Yun grabbed both hands and pressed the mask on the bed together.

Seeing that there was no hope of getting back the mask, Ye Wuchen sighed and closed his eyes in resignation.

It's over, the child is going to faint from his fright again.

"Master?"

Seeing him suddenly close his eyes, Mo Yun yelled inexplicably.

What does this mean?Let yourself be slaughtered?

Mo Yun was startled by his own thoughts, the heat on his face was still hot, and now he had the intention of making a comeback.

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes and waited for the child to faint on top of him, but after waiting for a while, there was no movement, so he opened his eyes curiously, and saw that the boy was meditating.

I haven't seen you for three years, haven't you reacted yet?

The two of them had their own thoughts, and the things in their hearts couldn't be reached at all, so they fell silent in such a strange way.

After a long time, Mo Yun put away those strange thoughts in his head, and asked his own question again.

He had to figure out why Ye Wuchen covered his face, otherwise he would always feel that Ye Wuchen was deliberately keeping a distance from him.

Ye Wuchen squinted at him, feeling a little strange about Mo Yun's overly calm reaction, and began to wonder if the child had changed eyes that could not see ugliness.

"Didn't you say I look scary?"

"Master, you are probably joking."

Ye Wuchen hummed suspiciously, and looked at the speechless young man above him: "Repudiation?"

Mo Yun was frowning and thinking about when he said this, but in the end he couldn't think of it, so he could only say: "Master may have remembered wrongly, I never said such a thing."

"...Did I remember correctly, you clearly said that I laughed very scary that day."

The corner of Mo Yun's mouth twitched, as if he knew something vaguely, "When did I say that?"

"Make a contract... the day after that, tell me not to laugh, you are quite scared."

Hearing his answer, Mo Yun didn't know whether to be pleasantly surprised that Ye Wuchen could remember his words for so long, or to be speechless and Ye Wuchen completely misinterpreted his meaning.

He sighed: "Master, I didn't mean that, I mean, Master, stop laughing when you don't want to laugh, it makes my heart hurt."

When he said this, Mo Yun involuntarily softened his eyes, and there was an inseparable tenderness in his swarthy eyes, which was only seen by him eccentrically.

Ye Wuchen was a little dumbfounded, he subconsciously wanted to pinch his face, but found that both hands were held by Mo Yun, he struggled for a long time without any result, he looked at the boy with a smirk on the corner of his mouth, and saw He suddenly approached and leaned over to his ear, with a domineering voice that he was not familiar with: "Does Master understand what I mean?"

The warm breath wrapped around the earlobes, and the hanging hair of the young man fell on the cheeks, the itching hit, and the thoughts froze, but Ye Wuchen's attention was attracted by the sudden cracking sound from above——

"That..." Ye Wuchen turned his face away, hesitated for a while before speaking: "I seem to hear that my mask is broken."

"Huh? Huh?"

Mo Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry after the sluggishness. He got up holding the mask, looked around, and indeed found a crack in the lower right corner.

Ye Wu was free, but still wanted to grab the mask in Mo Yun's hand: "Give it back to me first."

Mo Yun refused, and directly threw the mask into Liuyun Ring, and directly grabbed Ye Wuchen's hand, his tone full of helplessness.

"Master, I made a slip of the tongue. You don't look scary. On the contrary, you are astonishing. You don't need to cover up your appearance. Moreover, even if Master is not good-looking, there is no need to cover it up. Looks are something that you don't need to hide." It’s not up to you to decide.”

Ye Wuchen sat on the bed and watched him babbling a lot of truths, covered his mouth angrily and amusedly, and said flatly: "Aren't I afraid to scare you?"

Because he was afraid of scaring the child, he kept his words unsmiling, put on a bamboo hat and a mask, in short, he had to get used to the life of not being able to see people first, so that he wouldn't show a little discomfort in front of Mo Yun...

In the end, the child actually said that he made a slip of the tongue? !

He made himself wear a mask for three years by a slip of the tongue, really... wanted to beat him up.

By the way, can the child still play when he grows up?This is a question worth thinking about.

What do you mean when he forced a smile to make people feel distressed, but!Is the smile he has practiced for more than 30 years so vulnerable?Or is it that this kid has sharp eyes!

Seeing that his face was depressed and resentful for a while, Mo Yun couldn't help tugging at his sleeve, his voice mixed with a smile, and his tone was extremely sincere.

"I think, Master, you'd better not think too much, it's easy to make yourself dizzy."