Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The east was white, and a ray of morning light shrouded the sky. Last night, the snow fell on the ground and made the snow on the ground thicker. The soft sunlight still felt chilly on the body.

Ye Wuchen, who had been crushed awake for the first time, blinked in confusion, and then focused on the young man who was almost hanging on him.

Why did this kid come to his bed again?

He pushed away the boy who was hanging on him, and was about to get up, but found that his hair was being held down by the boy.

"..."

Ye Wuchen raised his hand speechlessly, covering his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he realized belatedly that he had returned to his original body.

And Immortal Master Ye's body has always been sensitive to devil energy, and this will make him feel the devil energy coming from all directions, stimulating his nerve that belongs to the sword cultivator. As a sword cultivator, he really feels it now When I realized that I was in the enemy's nest, I even felt like I was being attacked by the enemy.

He... still wants to run.

Ye Wuchen glanced at the young man who was sleeping soundly next to him, and began to pull the hair that was suppressed by him silently. Unfortunately, no matter how deeply the young man slept, he did not forget to move closer to him. Wrapped around him, hugged his waist and refused to let go.

He lowered his head and looked at the young man who wanted to lean into his arms and sighed softly, but he didn't push him away again. Mo Yun told him last night that he would help him exchange his soul when he was sleeping, and now I guess I'm already very tired, so it's better not to disturb people's dreams.

"Alas..." Ye Wuchen let out a long breath, wrapped his fingertips around the young man's soft hair, then tied his hair in a knot in boredom, and then slowly smoothed it down from the root of the hair.

The morning light is faint, the snow is soft, and the clouds outside the window are hazy. The winter morning light melts into the room through the window paper, and the slightly cold breath of the morning sun permeates the warm and peaceful atmosphere.

The curtains on the bed were drawn aside, and the quilt embroidered with pale plums was all pushed to Ye Wuchen's side by Mo Yun, and he only took up a little side, but when he fell asleep, he hung it almost to Ye Wuchen's side. Dust went.

Clinging like an octopus.

I don't know how long it took before the young man on his body wanted to wake up. He hugged Ye Wuchen's waist, put his head on his shoulder, opened a pair of crimson eyes, and after a moment of confusion, he instinctively hugged him tightly. Tighter.

Until a sigh came from overhead.

Mo Yun's body froze instantly.

He would still have the guts to make some small moves while Ye Wuchen was unconscious, but when the man woke up, it was as if a gleam of light had entered the darkness, leaving his dirty thoughts nowhere to hide.

"Master, Master?"

"Get up when you wake up." Ye Wuchen patted Mo Yun's head.

Mo Yun froze for a while, and when he was about to get up, he found that his legs were also resting on him, so countless thoughts frantically burst out of his brain, and he froze again.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Ye Wuchen called his name in confusion, "Mo Yun?"

He had been motionless on the bed for the whole morning, and if the kid didn't get up again, his whole body would be numb.

"I, I'll get up right away."

Mo Yun stumbled to get up, rolled to the side of the bed, then came over as if thinking of something, and asked, "Master, are you feeling well?"

"No, what's the matter?" Ye Wuchen got up and leaned against the head of the bed, and began to comb his hair.

"It's fine if you don't..." Mo Yun sat on the bed with her knees hugged, tilted her head and smiled at him.

After he stripped his soul last night, he held it in his arms for a long time before sending it back to Ye Wuchen's own body. He was afraid that leaving his body for too long would make Ye Wuchen's soul feel uncomfortable.

A puddle of dried candle tears flowed on the desk, and there was still a scorched wick hidden under the solidified red wax body. Ye Wuchen scraped the dried wax body with his hands, and looked at the unfinished thoughts on the corner of the table. , suddenly frowned, with a puzzled look on his face: "When did I fall asleep yesterday?"

Mo Yun, who was arranging his clothes, paused, and after confirming that Zui Mixiang was indeed in the Liuyun ring, he said with confidence, "Master fell asleep at Haishi."

Ye Wuchen nodded, took the stack of rice papers on the table back to Xanadu, and asked again: "You put me on the bed? What about Su Xianran's body?"

"I sent it back." Mo Yun said, he looked at Ye Wuchen who had been staring at the table, and leaned over to ask: "What is Master looking for?"

"Ribbon..." Ye Wuchen touched the place where he put the ribbon yesterday, remembering what the old man said yesterday.

"This ancient spell is for the master. If the body he recognizes is in danger, the cursed ribbon will go to protect it."

Ye Wuchen tapped the table with his hands, his brows furrowed.

So Su Xianran is in danger?

Thinking of how he was cut and bled again a few days ago, Ye Wuchen was terrified, his hands and feet were cold.

As for the medicine cited by Song Zhiyi, he doesn't believe it, because Su Xianran's body is basically a mortal, and no one would say to use the flesh and blood of a mortal as a medicine.

He stared at the table case, but he felt a strange resistance to Su Xianran in his heart, he didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

"Master's ribbon is gone?" Seeing him staring at the desk in a daze, Mo Yun searched the surroundings carefully, but he didn't see the shadow of the ribbon. He was at a loss, but Ye Wuchen said: "No need." I found it, it belongs to Su Xianran."

"Su Xianran?" Mo Yun frowned slightly, but the fabric of the ribbon and Ye Wuchen's hat...

"Well, it's his."

Since the ribbon has recognized Su Xianran's body as the main body, it is naturally his property, and there is no need to take it back.

Hopefully that ancient spell will save him some suffering.

Ye Wuchen rubbed his fingers, glanced at the tattered bamboo hats picked up in Xanadu, and finally took out a mask with a white background and gold patterns on his face, and said to Mo Yun: "What else do you do in the Demon Realm?" Is it? I'm going back to Xianjianmen."

"No, no, I'll go back with Master." Mo Yun quickly followed his pace, pushed open the door ahead of him, and was a little stunned when he saw the person who came walking on the snow.

Lord God.

"Chen'er." He stepped on the snow in white clothes, holding a mask against his abdomen, and a beaded jade pendant on his belt, with tassels fluttering in the cold wind.

The Lord God, with warm purple eyes and a peaceful face, walked towards Ye Wuchen with a smile, until he saw Mo Yun standing by the door, his smile froze and there was hint of anger.

"Did you sleep with him again?" The Great Lord God pointed at the mask with his slender fingers, staring at Mo Yun with gloominess, his two eyes were like sharp knives, trying to pierce this man.

Mo Yun moved to Ye Wuchen's side, grabbed his wrist, and smiled as if swearing sovereignty. Although he still didn't know what the Lord God had in mind for Ye Wuchen, it was always right to be on guard.

The Lord God stared at Mo Yun, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but all the words were blocked by Ye Wuchen who spoke suddenly.

"Daddy?"

In an instant, the snow scene is silent, the plum blossoms are fragrant, and everything in the world is still.

Ye Wuchen tilted his head, took a step forward, and stared blankly at the Lord God, with a rare puzzlement hidden in his expression, he tried softly, and called out again.

His voice was very soft, and his emotions were rarely cautious.

Suddenly, he came back to his senses, staring at this strange yet familiar person, for a long time, he apologized.

"I recognized the wrong person." Ye Wuchen pulled Mo Yun back, walked out the door, and staggered away from the Great Lord God.

But the Lord God came here to find him, how could he let him go so easily, he stepped in front of Ye Wuchen, his warm purple eyes gleamed, and his voice was full of joy.

"I am." He blocked Ye Wuchen's way, with a faint fragrance of dark plum beside him, he looked at Ye Wuchen kindly, with a smile on his face, and solemnly repeated: "I am, you are right. "

As he said that, the Lord God took another step forward, took advantage of Ye Wuchen's blankness to hug him, and softly whispered in his ear: "Chen'er, I am Dad..."

His voice was extraordinarily soft, like a whisper that spanned the eternity, was rolled up by the storm that had been silent for many years, and sent to his ears.

Ye Wuchen was a little dumbfounded, his lips muttered for a long time, but he didn't utter a word.

Is it the original owner's father?

What should I do?

But he... is not the original owner.

The Great Lord God held him for a while, then let go, looked at him with a smile on his face, and said like coaxing a child: "Chen'er, call me Dad again?"

"Ah..." Ye Wuchen uttered a syllable, and there was no further text.

He remembered that the original owner's father was a mortal, how could he have lived for so long and still... still not dead?

Then if he reveals his secrets, he will definitely be burned.

Ye Wuchen bit his lower lip, thinking about how to speak so as not to reveal his secrets, but the Lord God saw his concerns and spoke directly, almost subverting Ye Wuchen's three views.

"I am Ye Lichuan, the father of Ye Wuchen who works in Fengjun County."

Words that don't belong to this era spit out from his mouth, Ye Wuchen just stood there in a daze, and tightened Mo Yun's hand involuntarily, then he reacted, dragged him and started to run away.

He felt that this must be an illusion from the devil world, otherwise there would be no reason why he would have an extra father out of thin air!

"Wait a minute!" The Lord God hurriedly grabbed Mo Yun who was one step behind Ye Wuchen. After feeling the pull, Ye Wuchen turned his head and summoned Shuang Jiang, only to see a cold light piercing the door of the Lord God, with a strong killing intent.

The Great Lord God was a little confused by his killing intent towards him. In a blink of an eye, Mo Yun was dragged back into his arms by Ye Wuchen. Shuang Jiang was blocked by the Great Lord God and pulled out a gully on the snow. , Yun Ling wanted to control Shuang Jiang again, but Mo Yun hurriedly said: "Master, your current body cannot use spiritual power!"

But it was too late, Shuang Jiang stabbed out again, and there was a throbbing pain in the dantian, Ye Wuchen supported Mo Yun's shoulder, his black eyebrows frowned, and cold sweat broke out.

He looked at the Great Lord God who was about to step forward, closed his eyes, and began to destroy his spiritual power enduring the severe pain.

"Master!" Mo Yun felt the fluctuation of his spiritual power, and quickly pointed to the acupuncture points to seal his meridians, and supported Ye Wuchen who was about to collapse, "Master, don't move, leave it to me."

Ye Wuchen took a breath, and before he could react, he was fed a pill by Mo Yun, and then fell into his arms unconsciously, and lost consciousness instantly.

Mo Yun leaned over and picked him up, looked at the Great Lord God who was covering his face and looking up at the sky, wanting to cry without tears, recalling what happened just now, and finally sighed.

"You're in a hurry."

The moment a person who knows he is an orphan from childhood finds his parents is not joy, but fear and doubt.

But Ye Wuchen's fear has some more factors. In his cognition, the world he is in now is a different world, and now a stranger who knows his life experience suddenly appears, that is no longer fear, but horror .

The Lord God's trip and actions are probably a kind of supernatural event in his mind.

Mo Yun lowered his head and stared at the pale Ye Wuchen, planning to go to the Immortal Sword Gate.

"Stay in the Demon Realm for now." After the Great Lord God was done grieving, he grabbed Mo Yun's shoulders and fixed his eyes on the person in his arms, "I strengthened this plane——Chen'er should know about those things too .”

Qionghua landed pure and flawless, and the cold winter wind whizzed by, getting into the slit collar, stimulating the nerves on the skin that sensed the cold. The young man in Xuanyi stood in front of the door for a moment, then suddenly plopped down on his knees.

As soon as Qing Jun came, he saw Mo Yun kneeling on the ground as he bowed his head in repentance.

"Are you sick?" He squatted beside the boy, casually rolled a snowball, and hit the boy on the face.

Mo Yun wiped his face, and said awkwardly: "The Great Lord God is helping Master recover his memory, I'm afraid he will ignore me after remembering those things...I have to ask for his forgiveness."

Qing Jun was silent for a while, and said: "I can't get rid of the responsibility for this matter, or should I kneel down too?"

"Master doesn't know you."

"Yes, then shall I kneel down to you?"

Mo Yun gave him a sideways glance, and Qing Jun smiled and patted him on the shoulder, comforting: "You have done so much for him, and you are splitting the soul and suppressing the system."

"Six years." Mo Yun stared at the plain white snow under his robe, and finally said after a while: "Because of me, he has suffered so many crimes, and even the remnant soul left in the space of the Lord God is so weak... and he subconsciously avoided it." I……"

"What do I do?"

Mo Yun twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling a little bitter, Qing Jun remained silent, staring at the grass-white Qiong Fang all over the ground like him, and finally let out a long breath, saying: "You are belittling yourself, aren't you also because of him, Traveling through various planes, almost broke your own soul?"

"My pleasure."

Qing Jun paused, as if thinking of something, smiled lightly, "Both of you master and apprentice..."

Really stubborn.

That day, Ye Wuchen was pierced through the heart by a ghost sword, and the plot task was completed. Qing Jun received his weak soul that was almost dissipated in the main temple, and his face was speechless.

"If you have to be so stubborn, it would be fine if you tortured the protagonist to death in the early stage. You have to suffer it yourself. Now it's okay. The protagonist has noticed it, so I won't let you go, oh..."

At that time, Ye Wuchen was leaning against the wall, staring at his hand that had become transparent inch by inch, and he was still a little confused about the situation. He looked around and his eyes fell on Qing Jun, only to realize that what he said was aimed at himself. Said.

"I can't bear it." He lowered his head and smiled, still staring at his hands.

Mo Yun is the protagonist he puts all his heart into, the child he watched grow up, is...

what is it then?

Ye Wuchen raised his head, his eyes were full of confusion, Qing Jun didn't know if it was an illusion, he saw Ye Wuchen's bright black eyes flashing purple for a moment.

But in an instant, it disappeared.

After a while, Ye Wuchen's soul couldn't hold on, and gradually dissipated, leaving behind a remnant soul.

Qing Jun lied to Mo Yun when he first met him. Ye Wuchen's remnant soul was not preserved with him when he bound the system, because Ye Wuchen's soul is special and cannot be separated, even for a little bit.

Ye Wuchen's remnant soul is actually a bit of extremely weak soul energy left after the soul dissipated.

That was preserved by the Lord God.

At that time, the Great Lord God grabbed a purple jade wolf and walked into the house, walked up to the white flame without even saying hello, squatted down and stared at the white flame with a pair of purple eyes, and took a pen in the air. There is one more glass bottle.

"Help me take care of me for a while." The Great Lord God smiled at him, then opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but closed it again after a while, and the imprint of a domed white house appeared on his elegant and gentle face.

The Great Lord God paused, frowned, and turned to leave.