Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The snow is cold and plum blossoms, the ground is covered with silver, the deserted sunlight imprints snow and frost, and there is no one to come and go in the huge courtyard, but there is a boy kneeling upright and a young man squatting on the ground with a ball of snowballs.

"Try stuffing snow in my clothes again."

Mo Yun crossed his eyes, and Qing Juntuan's snowball movement stopped, and then he said without any guilt: "I remember that you are the master of fire and spiritual power in this plane, so you shouldn't be afraid of the cold."

"Ghost."

"Wait a minute! I won't do it!"

Qing Jun used his fingers to push away the ghost lying in front of him, looked at the expressionless Mo Yun, pursed his mouth, and smashed the snowballs on the ground, making holes.

The magic palace houses carved beams and painted buildings, the eaves are intriguing, the eaves are covered with glazed glass, the pillars are painted red, and the rafters are carved, all of which are luxurious.

The door of the temple painted with mahogany opened, and the Great Lord God stared at the two people on the ground as soon as he stepped out of the door, and asked inexplicably, "What are you two doing here?"

Qing Jun then explained the reason why Mo Yun knelt on him, "Anyway, I have nowhere to go, so I can only squat here."

The Great Lord God pondered for a moment, then dragged his floor-length robes to Mo Yun, knelt down and looked at him, staring at the young man with deep purple eyes, silently confronting him.

"Cough." Seeing that Mo Yun was just staring at a piece of snow on the ground and didn't pay attention to him, the Great Lord coughed involuntarily, trying to bring back the young man's thoughts.

Mo Yun raised his eyes, he was still a little bit unsure of how to speak to Ye Wuchen's sudden extra father, so he remained silent, and continued to kneel in another place.

"..." The Lord God stepped on the snow and knelt down in front of him again, explaining: "I shouldn't restore the memory of you and Chen'er, what I let him remember is his own life experience."

Hearing this sentence, Mo Yuncai put his eyes on him seriously, and didn't ask about Ye Wuchen's life experience. He knew something about it when he interrogated Su Xianran, knowing that Ye Wuchen was originally from this plane. people.

There was only one question he was puzzled by, "But why did Master go to another plane?"

"Back then, he was forcibly exchanged for his soul, but Chen'er's soul was displaced because of that person's academic incompetence. When I found out, he had been taken away from the plane by the executor and went to the main god's space."

When the Great Lord God mentioned this, his expression turned dark, "I promised Chen'er that I would bring him back to this world..."

He sighed, and continued: "Later I learned that once those cultivators find out that Chen'er has been taken away, they will burn their bodies—"

"If the body is destroyed, Chen'er can't come back with her original identity. To be conservative, I have to tamper with the memories of people who know Chen'er well, making them think that Chen'er has experienced something that caused her temperament to change so that they don't find out. The matter of my son being taken away."

"Afterwards, because Chen'er's soul couldn't withstand the pressure of the main god's space, I sent him to another plane."

"That's it..." Mo Yun was silent for a while, then stood up and patted the snow on his knees, and walked towards the half-covered palace door, "Let me go see Master first."

"Wait." The Lord God got up and called him, "Chen'er will sleep for half a month, you'd better not do anything to him during this half month."

Qing Jun is usually respectful to the Lord God, but now he laughed: "Don't worry, the Lord God, he dare not."

Mo Yun hesitated for a moment, then nodded timidly. Qing Jun was telling the truth, he sighed and pushed open the palace door, turned his head and said to the Lord God: "Then I will take Master back to the Immortal Sword Gate first."

"no!"

"Master doesn't want to stay in the Demon Realm."

The Great Lord God stared, "In the next half a month, I'm going to change Xiao Yichun's and the others' memory back, and after the memory is restored, I'll let Chen'er go see them."

Mo Yun pondered for a moment: "Okay."

"Then I'll go first." After finishing speaking, he looked up at Mo Yun who was standing in front of the door, and said with a smile: "Mo Yun, if you dare to climb Chen'er's bed again, I'll kill you."

"Oh."

Mo Yun responded lightly, not knowing if he listened or not.

The Lord God gave him a sideways glance, and said to Qing Jun who was concentrating on watching the play: "You help me keep an eye on him."

As soon as the words were finished, the Lord God disappeared in a flash. Qing Jun leaned against the cold plum tree in the courtyard, fiddled with the hot red plum blossoms beside him, and opened his mouth to yawn.

The Lord God is worried about Mo Yun, but Qing Jun knows the courage of that kid Mo Yun, so he just walked over and put his shoulder on his shoulder and teased: "Mo Yun, you dare to go to bed with him, why didn't you?" See if you have the guts to fuck someone else?"

Mo Yun gave him a blank look, and was about to raise his legs to enter the house, but he smelled a burst of medicinal fragrance. He followed the smell and looked towards the courtyard gate. He raised his sleeve and flicked, and dropped a barrier in front of himself and the palace gate.

The person who came was dressed in a white feather robe, and the sun was shining on it, making him tall and tall, with skin like snow, like a god descending from the earth, a son who is unparalleled in this world.

But he spoke harshly, with outrageous anger: "What did the young master do to my servant?"

As soon as the words fell, the demonic energy that shook the sky dispersed, destroying Hanmei in the corner of the courtyard, and a boy about twelve or thirteen years old slowly walked out behind him.

Su Xianran looked up at Mo Yun silently, with a sense of fear, there was a sword wound on his snow-white neck, and there was a bloody barrier all over his body, overflowing with light and ripples everywhere.

Mo Yun saw the ribbon wrapped around his wrist at a glance, and stared at it like a torch. After a while, Su Xianran noticed his fiery gaze, so he lowered his head and hid the ribbon wrapped around his wrist into his wide sleeve.

Be inexplicably careful.

Thinking of what Ye Wuchen said to him this morning, Mo Yun didn't linger on the ribbon, but the old god looked at the angry Song Zhiyi.

"I'm not interested in other people's servants."

He glanced at the barriers around Su Xianran, and opened his mouth to sneer: "Mr. Song will not be unable to undo this ancient curse, so come and question me?"

Song Zhiyi didn't say a word, but heard a clanging sound from the sky, the charming fox's warm red clothes fell on the plum tree, and the clear snow fluttered off, his chained legs were exposed, hanging on the branches , dangling her two slender legs carelessly.

He first looked at Mo Yun, then at Song Zhiyi who was standing upright, narrowed his blue eyes and exclaimed, "Master Song can stand up now?"

After Meihu finished speaking, she smacked her lips again, as if she was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, raised her eyebrows and chuckled, and choked out a "little master" who was extremely wronged.

Mo Yun had goosebumps all over his body, and he yelled at him, Qing Jun beside him was even more stunned, he whispered to Mo Yun: "Did you do something to him?"

"He was born with a disease."

Mo Yun responded indifferently, but Meihu smiled even deeper when he heard it, he frowned slightly, and lamented: "Young master was so busy making out with Su Xianran last night, you actually had the heart to send me to the palace of the Demon Lord!"

After he finished speaking, he fell silent, his legs swayed lightly, and he fell to the ground, leaning beside the plum tree, with a pair of blue eyes shining teasingly, and cast them on Su Xianran.

Mo Yun glanced at the charming fox who was waiting to watch the show, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Intimate? Mr. Song knows where Su Xianran was last night, right?"

At this time, Song Zhiyi turned his head to look at Meihu, and said coldly: "The one you saw last night is not Su Xianran."

Mo Yun gave Su Xianran's soul to him as early as noon yesterday, so the person at night was not Su Xianran, but the person who exchanged souls with Su Xianran.

Meihu squinted her eyes, shrugged her shoulders and said nothing, since the two of them knew more than him, then he should watch the show by the side.

Song Zhiyi looked coldly at Mo Yun, who was calm and composed, his eyes gleamed coldly like knives, and his tone of voice was as cold as a poisonous snake uttering a letter: "Young master, take back the ancient curse, Su Xianran is a slave in my house, little boy Wouldn't it be good for the young master to intervene?"

"Do you want to intervene...?" Mo Yun rested his chin in thought, but changed the subject, his bloody eyes were dull and focused on Su Xianran.

"Is this ribbon yours?"

Su Xianran was taken aback and hesitated.

When he was interrogated by Mo Yun, he had already seen the power of this young man. In front of this young man, he did not dare to lie. There was a kind of fear from the heart hovering in his heart, and he subconsciously opened his mouth to tell the truth .

But this forging belt cast an ancient spell was his only hope of escaping from Song Zhiyi.

"The ribbon is yours." Mo Yun stared at Song Zhiyi, who had a gloomy complexion. He didn't know who he was repeating to, and he said it again: "This ribbon belongs to Su Xianran, and he also set the ancient curse. I am useless."

Ye Wuchen said that the ribbon belonged to Su Xianran, so it belonged to him, and Mo Yun only needed to convey Ye Wuchen's words.

Su Xianran's pupils shrank suddenly, and she was a little stunned by his words, but she didn't say anything, just lowered her head silently, and said lightly: "It's mine."

Song Zhiyi stared at him suspiciously, and said in a cold and clear voice: "How do you know the ancient curse?"

At this time, Mo Yun spoke again, his voice had a low voice that didn't belong to a young man, but he couldn't get rid of the clarity of a young man. He smiled and asked Su Xianran: "Do you know that your son actually doesn't need medicine?"

"I know..." Su Xianran closed his eyes, somewhat guessing what Mo Yun was going to say, he glanced up at Song Zhiyi who was still indifferent, and smiled lightly.

It is disappointment, repentance, and escape.

He had long suspected that Song Zhiyi didn't need medicine, but he didn't confirm it, and he didn't dare to think that Song Zhiyi really didn't need his body as medicine.

It wasn't until today, when he saw Song Zhiyi standing up from the four-wheeler, that he realized that the medicine Song Zhiyi was talking about was just a cover made up to torture himself.

Now that I think about it, how stupid Su Xianran is to think about Song Zhiyi's escape.

Su Xianran could have escaped from the demon world by seizing the house, leaving behind a dead demon shell, letting the shell rot in the mud at will, no matter where it rots, as long as Song Zhiyi thinks he is dead.

But Su Xianran was afraid that after his body died, Song Zhiyi's body, which needs to be supported by medicine, would deteriorate day by day, so he chose another extremely soul-damaging method - exchanging souls.

He wanted to escape, but he didn't want Song Zhiyi to lose Yaoyin.

He chose to practice Ye Wuchen at the border of broken bones.

This was interrogated by Mo Yun with the power of the main god. He squinted at Song Zhiyi, and didn't have a good attitude towards him who was considered to be half the culprit.

He looked down at his fingers, pulled out an evil smile, and his tone of voice was tainted with evil intentions: "Because of the medicine that Mr. Song talked about, Young Master Su could have taken home and escaped from the devil world, but he insisted on harming himself." Exchange souls with people, and return you a complete medicine primer."

Although he was speaking for Su Xianran, all his murderous intent was aimed at Su Xianran.

If it wasn't for him, how could Ye Wuchen have encountered so much, suffered so much grievance, and went to another plane to experience abandonment and supercilious eyes.

But if it wasn't for him, the relationship between Mo Yun and Ye Wuchen might not be so deep, and maybe in the end, he only earned a sentence of filial piety.

What Su Xianran thinks, thinks, and does is the beginning of all stories, the end of all fetters, and even more a harbinger of sorrow.

However, the grievances and resentments between Su Xianran and Song Zhiyi have involved too many people, even past and present lives. They made Ye Wuchen's supposedly unimpeded immortal journey twisted and twisted, and made Ye Wuchen, who was supposed to be honored, dripping with blood.

They get involved with people they shouldn't be involved with.

Su Xianran has his own difficulties, his worries, and his feelings that he can't let go of, but Mo Yun's heart can only pretend to be Ye Wuchen, and he only loves Ye Wuchen.

At this moment, the inner demon yelled wildly, trying to arouse the anger in his heart, and let him kill Su Xianran here.

Ridiculous.

The heart demon who once wanted to put Ye Wuchen to death is protecting Ye Wuchen at this time.

Speaking of which, Mo Yun's demons originated from Ye Wuchen, and changed because of Ye Wuchen. From the beginning to the end, all he remembered and thought about was only this one person, but it was so long before he discovered the secret hidden in his heart. Feelings.

Mo Yun clenched his hands into fists under his sleeves, his nails piercing into his palms, trying to wake himself up and get rid of his inner demons.

A few days ago when he was interrogating Su Xianran, he almost lost his soul, this was enough, the pain and pain that Ye Wuchen experienced had been given back to him.

It's not necessary, it's enough...

It's time for him to see Ye Wuchen.

"Mo Yun!" Qing Jun grabbed his hand violently and whispered in his ear.

Mo Yun came back to his senses, there was still violence hidden between his brows, he glanced at Qingjun, and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

"No, I think your eyes look like you are going to kill someone, so let me remind you." Qing Jun was frightened by the coercion he unconsciously exuded, rubbed the goose bumps on his hands, and said: "Let's go, look Go see your master."

"Ah."

Before leaving, Mo Yun took another look at Song Zhiyi, who was stunned, and Meihu, who was disappointed because he didn't see a good show, and turned around silently, entered the barrier, and entered the palace room.

The charcoal fire made the palace room warm like spring, the curtains beside the bed were drooping, the coral bead curtains were clear and rosy, and the incense coils in the room were filled with misty blue smoke.

Mo Yun walked lightly to the edge of the bed and squatted down, staring at the sleeping face of the person on the bed with a pair of round red eyes, and a silly smile bloomed on the face that was somewhat frozen by the cold wind.

It's like a child eating his beloved candy.

Qing Jun followed him in and also witnessed his stupidity. He spontaneously compared with Mo Yun who was speaking sarcasticly outside just now. After the comparison, there was another burst of inexplicable clicking sounds.

Ye Wuchen lay flat on the bed, his breathing was steady, and his face was soft. Mo Yun squatted on the bed and looked at it for a while, then carefully stretched his hand under the quilt, found his warm hand, and held it lightly.

Then down the wrist, interlocking fingers.

At this time, Ye Wuchen turned over restlessly, and the hand held by him stretched out to the side of the pillow, close to his lips, breathing long, warm breath on Mo Yun's hand.

Sitting on the chair, Qing Jun looked at the flushed Mo Yun, and snorted softly, "You don't live up to expectations."

He thought about the exhortations given to him by the Lord God before he left, and curled his lips indifferently.

It has to be said that the Lord God really overestimated Mo Yun's courage by a large margin.