Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Misty in the middle of the night, snow fell at unknown time outside the window, the wall lights were dim, and the light shadows in the snow reflected through the window were dim.

The two sides of the room were silent, Ye Wuchen stopped the hand that was writing, and looked up at him with inexplicable emotions under the ribbon.

This kid...is he a little insecure?

In the past, he was afraid that he would accept apprentices, and later he was afraid that he would marry a wife. Why do you still think that he doesn't want this child anymore?

Ye Wuchen put the wolf hair in his hand on the table, and looked at Mo Yun's hand holding him with his chin resting, showing no emotion.

Mo Yun's heart tightened when he watched him, and his fingers flinched involuntarily. He obviously wanted to take it back, but he clenched it a little bit the next moment.

"Master..."

He lowered his eyelids, trying to hide the growing madness in his eyes.

The sound of tearing and collapsing resounded in his mind over and over again, and the thought of possessing Ye Wuchen gradually controlled his heart, but on the surface it was shivering, like a child keeping an adult.

He pursed his lips, and tried his best to suppress the crazy demon, but Ye Wuchen's inaction at this time increased the evil thoughts in his heart, and penetrated into the brain nerves inch by inch.

Mo Yun's originally clear red eyes gradually became dark, with a hint of bloodthirsty. He grabbed Ye Wuchen but his hand tightened a bit, and the inner demon was forming a cage, trying to trap him.

"Why would I not want you?"

A gentle voice engraved on it sounded, Ye Wuchen turned his hand over, and held Mo Yun's wrist instead, tapped his fingers on it, and he smiled lightly, portraying the gentleness that only belonged to him on the face that did not belong to him.

"Who wouldn't want such a good child?"

A word is like a breeze, blowing through the haze in the bottom of my heart, and gradually dispelling it, Mo Yun was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, there were tears again.

"But Master wants me to be a teacher." Mo Yun frowned, with aggrieved expression on his face, "I...I won't be a teacher."

He has only been Ye Wuchen's apprentice for a few years, and an ordinary person hasn't even learned the superficial aspect, and there is no master who will let an apprentice who has only accepted four or five years as a teacher, so he has every reason to rely on Zhiqing Peak .

Ye Wuchen said: "But you have to stay in the Demon Realm."

He calculated the time. In the outline, it was true that Mo Yun became a Demon Lord at the age of 16. Because of his preconceived ideas, he felt that Mo Yun would definitely stay in the Demon Realm this time.

Mo Yun watched his fingers tap on his wrist, and the man looked pensive, he didn't understand why: "Why should I stay in the Demon Realm?"

"what?"

"What the hell is Master thinking?" Mo Yun hooked away the silk on Ye Wuchen's face with his hands, staring at the pair of red eyes that only belonged to the demon cultivator, not just thinking of something, Mo Yun's eyes suddenly dimmed, "Master, do you think that in the future I will have nowhere to go except the devil world?"

His voice was very soft, and it dissipated as soon as the cold wind blew. His faint emotions were mixed with the fragrance of cold plums, and it was a bit difficult to capture.

Mo Yun stared into his eyes with light in his eyes, "Master, why does he always want to throw me away? It's nothing more than the border of broken bones, why do you want to throw me in the devil world now... You know that I don't care about the people here..." Familiar, you know it well..."

Could it be that in Ye Wuchen's heart, he is a protagonist who is framed by the plot, is it that as long as the so-called plot point is reached, Ye Wuchen can throw him to others without any regrets.

In Ye Wuchen's heart, is he really a person... Or, he is just a protagonist who promotes the plot.

The young man's voice was hoarse, but it was not choked or crying like usual. There was an inexplicable calm, like black clouds pressing down on the city before a storm, and it was very dark.

As soon as he raised his eyes, they were deep blood eyes, hiding forbearance and restraint, and underneath was a layer of unknown madness.

Ye Wuchen was terrified by his deep gaze, but he was still a little inexplicable in his heart, and said, "When did I say I would leave you?"

He frowned, and let go of Mo Yun's hand, "Didn't Mozun ask you to discuss this matter?"

"Will I agree if he talks to me?" Mo Yun glanced at his withdrawn hand, lowered his head in a gloomy expression, "I didn't agree to him."

"Then..." Ye Wuchen picked up the pen again, looked at him with bright red eyes, and smiled unconsciously, "Then you don't have to stay in the Demon Realm for the time being?"

If the protagonist himself doesn't want to stay in the Demon Realm, then the Demon Lord can't force him to stay, because he always feels guilty towards the protagonist's father.

Then he can support the protagonist for a while longer.

His smile was bright, his eyes were bright, and he didn't seem to be lying. Mo Yun's mind flickered, and the haze in his heart instantly cleared the clouds, and he heard Ye Wuchen continue: "I never thought of leaving you, but if you have your own way , I can't stop it."

He sighed softly, "Don't think about it when you're young, it was weird just now."

To be stared at by that kind of dark and far-sighted gaze is like being in an abyss, and will be swallowed in the next second, and then lose yourself and fall into the darkness.

"Then Master, will you allow me to go back to Qingfeng?" Mo Yun waved away the dark emotions in his heart, looked at the thing in front of him that he said was going to be a teacher's gift, pursed his lips, and resisted wanting to tear it up Lost thoughts.

"Yeah." Ye Wuchen responded, imitating the process of the whole mental method in his mind, then picked up his pen, and said to Mo Yun: "But you can't always occupy my bed."

Mo Yun licked his lips and nodded obediently.

The mental method was still writing, and Mo Yun was watching, still afraid that he would kick him out of the teacher's school after writing the ceremony, so he made a lot of chaos childishly.

In the end, Ye Wuchen grabbed the hand that was about to move, and pulled out a sinister smile, "If you make trouble again, I will give the idea of ​​writing to others."

"...Oh." After his explanation, Mo Yun was not so gloomy as before, so he rubbed against him, sat with his knees hugged, tilted his head to look at his face, and there was a smile unconsciously between his handsome brows.

"Master, what do you like... what?"

The lamp was burning alone, the snow was falling in the middle of the night, the snowy night was quiet, leaving only the cold plums, the words that Mo Yun was about to say abruptly turned a corner, and he wanted to choke himself to death at this turn.

Ye Wuchen paused when he heard this question, as if he thought about it carefully, then shook his head lightly: "I don't like anything."

Accepts everything, dislikes nothing, but doesn't like anything in particular.

Mo Yun bit his lower lip, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly put his face in front of Ye Wuchen, and almost exhausted all his courage before he asked that sentence.

"Then... Master doesn't like me?"

Ye Wuchen was stunned for a moment, the brows that were locked because of thinking about the way of thinking suddenly eased, and the tender voice had a different kind of gentleness

Mo Yun watched him bend his eyes and chuckle, and when he heard him speak without thinking, it was two words that he knew had a different meaning from what he thought, but he still couldn't help but jump for joy.

"like."

After saying these two words, he patted Mo Yun who was close in front of him, then lowered his head and continued to write strings of runes on the rice paper, his eyes were gentle, no different from usual.

Mo Yun covered his face and stood beside him excitedly for a while, then rushed over with flushed cheeks, and whispered in Ye Wuchen's ear: "Master, isn't it just to make me happy?"

Ye Wuchen raised his eyes, met his slightly disturbed red eyes, and said in a helpless tone: "There are many ways to make you happy, there is no need to use this method."

Knowing that the meaning of liking in his mouth is different from his own, but Mo Yun's heartstrings were still aroused by him, his face turned red to the bottom, so he covered his face and lay down on the table, reveling in his heart.

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, lowered his eyes gently, thinking that this child really lacks love.

As for his verbal liking, it is naturally the author's love for the protagonist, and the master's love for the apprentice, which has nothing to do with anything else and never crosses the line.

It's just that he didn't realize it himself, the word "like" is almost unfamiliar to him, and together with a person, it falls lightly on his soul, just like when he made a bond with Mo Yun, he used gentleness to express his love. An imperceptible strength that leaves a deep imprint on the soul.

As the night was getting darker, Ye Wuchen put the pen on the table, stacked the rice papers full of handwriting in order, put a piece of paper on top, and pressed it with an ink stick.

Afterwards, he felt that his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and he almost knocked his head on the table. Fortunately, Mo Yun immediately supported him with his hand, so that he didn't let him knock his forehead.

Ye Wuchen felt that someone was hugging him, opened a pair of blurred eyes, and fell asleep in peace after seeing that person.

He only wrote half of the mental method, and after staying up until midnight, he felt a little dizzy in his head. He only planned to rest for a while, but he fell asleep like this unexpectedly.

Looking at his sleeping face, Mo Yun put the drunken incense that he secretly took out into Liuyun Ring, then hugged him in his arms, and strode towards the Babu bed with light veils hanging on it.

Since he couldn't find out the detailed records of the soul exchange, he could only use the power of the main god to strip Su Xianran's soul from Ye Wuchen's body, and now, he wanted to use the same method to return Ye Wuchen's soul to himself body of.

He stood by the bed and withdrew the teleportation formation previously set up, pushed the curtain aside with his slender fingers, then leaned over and placed Ye Wuchen, who was sleeping in his arms, by the bed, and began to use the power of the main god to pull out his soul

Mo Yun held Ye Wuchen's hand, and his whole body was covered with a layer of soft snow-white light. The white glow gradually spread to Ye Wuchen's body along the interlocking hands of the two. It lasted for a while, before Mo Yun was careful. Pulling his hand--

The luster dissipated in the form of star spots, and a light and fluffy soul was pulled into his arms by him. The cold touch spread out on the fingertips. Mo Yun was a little dazed for a while, and scenes of immortal emperors and white flames instantly appeared in the pile of memories. fragment.

A rebellious idea was born in his heart - does this mean that he raised his master?

Soon, he was amused by his own thoughts again, the white flame is a remnant of Ye Wuchen, and he just helped the white flame to condense the soul, no longer weak, so it can't be said to raise or not.

Mo Yun hugged that ethereal soul, his eyes fixed on the fiery red mark on his neck, which was the contract mark left by the Xianqi faction when they formed a bond. He stayed for a while, then reached out to touch it involuntarily.

The soul is cold, but he left his breath on his neck. Mo Yun's fingers paused on it for a moment, all kinds of thoughts twisted and turned in his mind, until finally he managed to hold his face Get flushed.

Holding the cold soul in his arms, Mo Yun felt that it was a charcoal fire in his heart, and after the fermentation of those thoughts, he felt that he was holding a hot potato.

But he still held the hot potato and didn't let go.

Ye Wuchen's soul looked younger than his original appearance, and looked more immature. He was sleeping peacefully at this time, knowing nothing about the outside world.

Mo Yun lowered his head and stared at his plain and gentle sleeping face, and it took him a while to get away from those miscellaneous thoughts. Looking back, he felt dirty again, so he sent Ye Wuchen's soul into his own with a repentant attitude. Body.

The window lattices were closed tightly, and several pots of charcoal fire were put in the room, which made it warm, and the wall lamps would automatically turn off when the time came, leaving only a solitary lamp flickering on the desk.

With the help of the dim light, Mo Yun placed a teleportation formation on Su Xianran's body, and after sending away those who were in the way, he carefully rubbed against Ye Wuchen's side, playing around his Mo hair.

Su Xianran was passed on to Song Zhiyi by him, and there are magic arts about the soul in the devil world, Song Zhiyi's attitude towards Su Xianran naturally would not let it go, but what kind of life Su Xianran will live after waking up, that is Song Zhiyi's business.

In his previous life, when he was the Demon Lord, he didn't have any private contacts with Song Zhiyi, and only came to his mansion by chance to know about Su Xianran.

But Song Zhiyi never mentioned anything about Su Xianran, and could only touch on some insignificant things, such as Su Xianran being Song Zhiyi's medicine guide.

At that time, he was very curious, Song Zhiyi didn't recover from his stubborn illness, and even occasionally stood up from the four-wheeled vehicle, walking like flying, how could he need a cripple who had lost all his magic energy as a medicine.

But Song Zhiyi didn't intend to answer for him, but just pulled a gentle but inexplicably sinister smile, and said in a strange way: "Your Majesty, let's go to Ye Wuchen, this is no fun for my subordinates."

When he went back, what he saw was the picture of Meihu leaning over to kiss Ye Wuchen, the ghost came out of the air, and instantly pressed against Meihu's throat.

Meihu looked at him with raised eyebrows, her voice was extremely charming: "Your Majesty, I haven't met this yet."

The ghost was still lying across his neck, drawing bloodshot streaks. Mo Yun stood where he was, his anger was obviously growing, but he couldn't find a reason to get angry, so he could only hide his hands in his wide sleeves, Hold tight.

Meihu smiled sweetly, woke up Ye Wuchen, and said in a coquettish tone: "It's time for the fairy master to wake up."

Ye Wuchen slept very lightly, and woke up leisurely after a while. However, the moment he woke up, he immediately retreated to the corner of the bed, staring coldly at Mo Yun with a pair of dim eyes, and opened his thin lips lightly, uttering the words It is also extremely cold.

"Please get out."

Mo Yun froze for a moment, silently withdrew Gui Sha, and finally glanced at Ye Wuchen again, and said to Meihu: "You come out for me too."

Meihu chuckled at him, obviously not wanting to come out, Mo Yun's blood eyes darkened, and a dark devilish energy turned into a chain and directly pulled him out of the door.

Dreaming back to the present, Mo Yun thought about those days when he was so aggrieved, he hugged Ye Wuchen's waist silently, buried his head in his neck, and said in a muffled voice as if swearing his sovereignty: "Mr. Honor is mine..."

He hugged him for a while, and felt that it was inappropriate for him to hang on Ye Wuchen's body like this, so he hugged his arm again, and moved closer.