Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The three generals of the Demon Realm, Feng Yunhe, Meihu, and Song Zhiyi.The first two are loyal and loyal, and the other is seductive and frivolous, while Song Zhiyi is notoriously vicious and eccentric.

According to folk rumors, Song Zhiyi used to be a gentle and elegant Pianpian son when he was young, but after losing his legs, he changed into that shadowy appearance.

The wound on Ye Wuchen's wrist hadn't completely healed yet, and now being pinched by Song Zhiyi like this, the pain was even more unbearable. His fingers pressed the twisted wound with great strength, and healed the wound that had healed a little bit. Separated again.

Ye Wuchen's whole arm was shaking.

He didn't intend to hold back, and angrily shook off Song Zhiyi's hand, frowned and covered the wound, without saying a word.

Song Zhiyi thought he had forgotten, so Ye Wuchen acted as if he had forgotten.

"Do I have any grudge against you?" Ye Wuchen retreated to the side of the bed, the blood from the wound dripped down his fingers and landed on the floor tiles, leaving a puddle of scarlet red.

He looked at Song Zhiyi, there was no emotion in his pale red eyes, and he was just watching.

Song Zhiyi was startled by his indifferent attitude, then tilted his head inconceivably, and finally pulled out an inexplicable smile, he said,

"Su Xianran, are you pretending? Do you think you can let me let you go by pretending not to know me? You have a good idea, Su Xianran, you have a good idea!"

But maybe it was Ye Wuchen who was too calm, which made Song Zhiyi's determined eyes feel unconfident. He lowered his head and glanced at the pool of blood on the ground, then looked at the warm blood on his left hand, and then put it on the blanket. He took a handful and wiped away the blood.

"Don't let him die." Song Zhiyi said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, the woman disappeared in a flash. When she came back, she was holding a tray with a blue porcelain bottle and a wet towel on it.

The woman placed the tray on the ground, then knelt down on one knee, signaled Ye Wuchen to let go of the hand covering the wound with her eyes, then cleaned the blood from his wound, and applied the medicine skillfully.

After a while, the wound stopped bleeding, and the clear medicine was applied on it, and the pain was no longer so painful.

After the woman was done, she took the tray and walked away, then returned to behind Song Zhiyi empty-handed, waiting for instructions with downcast eyes.

Ye Wuchen lowered his head and wiped the blood from his hands on his clothes, sighing silently in his heart.

Demon world...

Then it would be a bit difficult to handle. Different from the ordinary world, people in the demon world are born with the physique of magic cultivation. According to the few words in the outline, Song Zhiyi has a mansion of his own. , It's so lively, if I blow up this place with a blasting talisman...

He will definitely be hunted down.

It's a pity that all the talismans were given to Mo Yun, otherwise he would have left the Demon Realm directly.

Gotta find a way out.

Ye Wuchen wiped his hands numbly, stepped on the ground with his bare feet, stained with slowly flowing blood.

Song Zhi frowned upon seeing this, and suddenly raised his hand, a black devilish energy hit Ye Wuchen, and pushed him onto the bed roughly.

I don't know if the pear flower wooden bed is too high or the legs are too short. Once Ye Wuchen sits on it, his feet can't reach the ground.

He subconsciously curled his toes, raised his head in a daze, "Why are you pushing me?"

Song Zhiyi said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid that if this body gets sick, the medicine will lose its effect."

"...Yuyin?"

"Still pretending?" Song Zhiyi squinted at him, but couldn't find anything deceitful on the young man's face. He frowned and said, "All the flesh and blood on your body is my medicine."

Listening to the conversation between the two, the woman fixed her eyes on the young man. She pondered for a moment, grabbed the handle of the four-wheeled cart with both hands, and said, "Master, go back first."

Song Zhiyi said with a suppressed voice: "If you don't go back today, let's see how long he can pretend!"

The woman paused, and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left, those hidden guards hiding in the dark also disappeared one after another, Ye Wuchen glanced at the beam, and they all left, only him and Song Zhiyi in the whole room.

...Take him away too, he is at odds with the general of the Demon Realm, Five Elements!

Ye Wuchen leaned helplessly against the head of the bed, squinting at Song Zhiyi, nothing but despair remained.

Why did he become Su Xianran?Is it because the original owner came back?Then at least give him some memory to let him understand the current situation.

His eyes are darkened now, and he doesn't know what expression to use to face Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhiyi sat in the four-wheeled cart, staring at the boy on the bed with a pair of sharp eyes, as if turning his gaze into a knife, carefully dissecting the boy's body and soul.

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, only felt that the eyes were inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before... No, it seemed that someone had looked at him with those eyes——

It seems to be Mo Yun?

He was stunned, startled by the flash of his own thoughts, why did he think that Mo Yun also had that kind of eyes... Mo Yun is usually quite obedient...

Ye Wuchen frowned slightly, but Song Zhiyi said, "Come out with me."

"Don't go!" A word came out of his head, Ye Wuchen was frightened by his stress reaction, he was dumbfounded for a while before realizing what he said, he quickly changed his words: "Go, I'll go."

At the same time, Mo Yun's voice came from the contract formation, as if mixed with sugar, "Master, just wait a little longer, and I will know where you are right away."

Before Ye Wuchen could respond to him, the sinister Song Zhiyi grabbed his wrist. He hooked his lips and smiled lightly: "So I'm going, and I said how dare you refuse me..."

"You don't need to be in a hurry." Ye Wuchen glanced at Song Zhiyi who was holding his wound again, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he spoke to Mo Yun in the contract formation.

He was afraid that Mo Yun would not be able to beat Song Zhiyi.

Although the child's protagonist halo is against the sky.

Now it is a clear sky and white sun, there is a layer of snow outside, it is soft to step on, but it is icy cold, Ye Wuchen pushed Song Zhiyi out, the four-wheeled vehicle slid two marks on the snow, and the shallow layer of snow was crushed into broken ice .

Ye Wuchen was draped with a big coat, which was a thin inner garment. The coat was simply draped over his shoulders, and it couldn't protect him from the cold. The chilly wind could still be poured into the clothes.

He stepped on the snow with bare feet, his body shivering due to the sudden cold, just a few steps out of the courtyard, Ye Wuchen's two arms were completely stiff, unable to push the man in front of him at all.

It's hard to even walk.

Song Zhiyi noticed his stiffness, but the first sentence he spoke was sarcasm, as if he was speaking to a mule pulling a cart: "This is not enough? We have to go to Changye Street later, let's go."

The one who answered him was Ye Wuchen who couldn't help sneezing. He touched the tip of his red nose with a trembling body, and said in a trembling voice, "Aren't you afraid that this body will be sick and cause the medicine to fail? Why don't you worry?"

Song Zhiyi didn't expect him to talk back, so she turned her head to look at him, then grinned with a distorted smile, "Su Xianran, you have become more courageous, dare to contradict me?"

Ye Wuchen covered his mouth and coughed.

Song Zhiyi's eyes sank, he beckoned for some hidden guards, and said something.

People come and go on Changye Street, trampling the freshly paved snow into broken ice. There are teahouses, taverns, pawn shops and workshops on both sides of the street.

As soon as they came out, they even caught up with the wedding sedan chair, ding dong joyfully, a red sedan chair with a golden top passed leisurely in front of them, a few strong men carried the sedan chair with big strides, but the sedan chair was also stable and didn't shake a bit.

Ye Wuchen was wrapped into a ball by the hidden guards called by Song Zhiyi. His short body was covered with layers of heavy clothes. Now he looks like a walking ball.

Mama Xi, who was walking in front of the red sedan chair, saw the chubby Ye Wuchen passing by her, covered her face with her big red hi handkerchief and smiled lightly.

"Hey! This little doll looks auspicious!"

Ye Wuchen turned his head to look at her, smiled, and quickened his pace.

But he was wrapped in so many layers of clothes, he was out of breath after walking a few steps, his cheeks were flushed, Ye Wuchen looked down at the top of Song Zhiyi's head, gnashing his teeth - how could he escape?

But thinking that Song Zhiyi made him dress like this, probably to prevent him from escaping, Ye Wuchen moved on the street according to his instructions, occasionally looking up at the bustling market and then suddenly lowering his head.

After wearing the bamboo hat for a long time, I am not used to taking it off suddenly.

Silently following Song Zhiyi's command to a palace, Ye Wuchen looked up, suddenly frowning.

Magic Palace.

He stood in front of the palace, facing the two palace gates that seemed to cover the sky and the sun, his legs and feet trembled unconsciously, almost subconsciously trying to escape.

There are stone statues of gods and beasts standing on both sides of the gate. It is said that they are the green dragon and the white tiger who once served the demon world. They are obviously two stone statues of martial arts, but Ye Wuchen sees them as eerie and terrifying, with bloody mouths that are extremely fierce. Everything is torn in the mouth and crushed in the soles of the feet.

Ye Wuchen let go of the four-wheeler, his face was pale, his heart was filled with despair, and was overwhelmed by pain.

"Master, don't worry, I won't let you die..."

The sinister voice reverberated in his mind, like a knife scraping at the atrium, across the meridians, and finally tore off the tight string in his mind.

He can't go in!

Absolutely not!

Ye Wuchen came up with this idea out of nowhere. The dream about the devil world was intertwined with reality and fantasy, which almost made him unable to tell where he was and where he was today.

It was indeed almost impossible to tell the difference. He watched the heavy and resplendent palace gate slowly open, as if he saw a cage rushing towards him.

There are ferocious beasts in the cage, tearing his soul and screaming his fear. There is a knife on his neck, but a hand keeps pulling him back to the brink of death.

Grinding his soul like a saw.

"Su Xianran, what are you standing there for!" Song Zhi yelled angrily when he saw that he hadn't moved.

Ye Wuchen was startled. At this time, the palace gate was wide open, and a central axis walkway connected the palace gate and the magnificent palace. His legs and feet were weak, and the thought of running kept occupying his thoughts.

He has to escape, he can't stay here!

He didn't think about where this crazy idea came from, but he didn't have the heart to think about it, he just wanted to run away, run away, and don't let the people inside catch him.

let him go...

Ye Wuchen was covered in cold sweat. He bit his lower lip and wanted to push the four-wheeled cart, but he was holding a talisman tightly in his hand.

"Su Xianran! What did you do to me!"

With a violent roar, Ye Wuchen suddenly escaped from the deep fear, he belatedly glanced at Song Zhiyi - the body talisman had been pasted on.

Because the magic cultivator and the immortal cultivator are not in harmony, the magic weapon forged by the immortal cultivator will also have the effect of restraining the demon race. Ye Wuchen roughly estimated the time, and with Song Zhiyi's cultivation base, it is estimated that he will not be trapped for long.

Run!

But almost at the moment when he turned around, there was a kind of black-clothed dark guards surrounding him, Ye Wuchen tore off his outermost robe, and threw his head and face at the dark guards.

As soon as the dark guard's long knife came out, the light of the knife was intense, but when he first touched the robe, he saw it explode suddenly, turning into droplets and powder, and when his vision was blurred, he heard a few explosions around him, and the boy had disappeared when he regained consciousness .

Song Zhiyi was sitting in the four-wheeled vehicle, with black air constantly overflowing from his fingertips, and he manipulated the four-wheeled vehicle to flip over on the slippery ground. He faced the surprised guards, pinched the blanket covering his legs with his pale fingers, Suddenly he shouted angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, chase after me!"

Several secret guards looked at each other, and looked behind at the same time. The road was crowded with people, and they didn't know where the young man ran, but Song Zhiyi ordered them, so they could only kneel down to respond.

"Yes."

Song Zhiyi clenched his fists and burst into anger. He stared at the dust on the road, his silver teeth almost gnawed into pieces.

"Su Xianran, hello! You're doing great!"

He was full of devilish energy, completely ignoring that this was the entrance of the Demon Palace, and made no secret of his intention to kill. Several palace people passing by the palace gate looked sideways at each other and sighed repeatedly.

"Young Master Song is also true. Why should you be so tolerant to a servant? If you put it on someone else, I'm afraid that person will have lost all bones."

The person walking with him disagreed with his statement, and replied: "Su Xianran is not a servant."

"Not a servant?"

"Well, I also heard from my father that Mr. Song and Su Xianran used to ride horses together..."

He stopped when he said this, because Song Zhiyi stared at him indifferently, his eyes were like eagles staring at their prey, their eyes were terrifyingly sharp, he immediately stopped his mouth, but the four-wheeled vehicle that Song Zhiyi was riding in was full of black air, Walking this way, his tone was harsh: "Tell me, what do you know?"

The man's throat was strangled, and he couldn't speak a word. He managed to spit out a few words, but it was like a blood clot pulled out of his throat.

"Song...gong...son..."

In the next second, he was thrown to the ground by Song Zhiyi, his eyes rolled out, his neck was broken, and he died.

Song Zhiyi looked at the person walking with him, and said in a cold voice, "What did you hear?"

The man quickly knelt down, trembling, not daring to look at the corpse next to him, "No, no, I didn't hear anything!"

"Didn't hear it? It seems that there is something wrong with your ears..." Song Zhiyi let out a grim smile, and a stream of devilish energy turned into a sharp blade, piercing into the palace man's ear, and then coming out from the other ear.

A string of blood drops splashed out.

The man still kept a terrified expression on his face, then faced the ground, his body collapsed weakly, and blood fell from his ears all over the ground.

Song Zhiyi stared at his hand, and suddenly his five fingers turned into claws, viciously——

"Su Xianran, ride a horse and ride together? Heh, that's funny."