Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

"Don't listen." Mo Yun blocked what Ye Wuchen wanted to say, stared into his eyes, and his smile deepened, "Master, the night is not for listening to stories, we can do some other things— —”

Ye Wuchen blinked, planning to strike first, and fed him a medicine neatly.

Mo Yun, who had turned into a child again, clutched the hem of his clothes in a daze, suddenly frowned, and his voice was filled with grievances.

"Master, are you playing with me?"

Ye Wuchen stuffed him into the quilt, "Sleep if you don't listen."

Mo Yun guarded him, and waited for him to fall asleep before getting up cautiously. Putting on his robe, he jumped out of the window, stood under the dark night, and called the system to ask some questions.

"Does the value fluctuate?"

The light ball stayed in the air, paused for a moment, and said: "There are some small fluctuations in the heartbeat value, but it still can't break through 70.00%."

Mo Yun was thinking, biting his nails, "There should be some movement..."

According to Ye Wuchen's memory, half a month had passed in his previous life, and he was ready for Ye Wuchen's memory to gradually disappear, but there was no movement for so long, and his life was as dull as if he was about to retire.

And Ye Wuchen probably didn't have much medicine in his hands, and if the demons that had been forcibly suppressed these days reappeared, Mo Yun was really afraid that he would not be able to control those evil thoughts.

He squatted on the snow, held a ball of snow with his hands through his clothes, squeezed it into a ball, stared at it for a moment, suddenly sighed, got up and slipped to the Four Seasons Residence.

The bet with the Great Lord God should... not be lost, right?

Master said he liked him.

In the early morning, the morning sun spreads across the sky like silk gauze, coating the thin clouds with a layer of golden light, which is beautiful, but even so, it can't cover up the bone-chilling chill in the deep winter.

Ye Wuchen was still on guard against Mo Yun all the time, like a wolf.

Occasionally, he would leave the demon world regardless of the obstruction of the system, go to the mortal world to find some strange things, and then return to Sijiju to develop a bunch of weird candies.

Mo Yun could no longer understand the life of his master.

On this day, Ye Wuchen occupied a corner of the small kitchen and sat on a small low stool, ignoring his white robe dragging the floor, stained with dusty stove ashes.

Mo Yun came back to Four Seasons Residence after dealing with a few demon cultivators who sneaked into the mortal world. He searched left and right but couldn't find Ye Wuchen, and finally found Master Ye Xianshi in the kitchen when he was planning to make dinner.

At that time, he was staring at the browned syrup in the stove and meditating for a long time, when he suddenly wiped the knife next to him with his fingertips, cut open the flesh, and drops of blood mixed with spiritual power dripped into it.

The wound was very small, and it healed within a short while. Ye Wuchen stared at the bubbling syrup that was dripping with spiritual blood, lowered his eyes and chanted a few strings of strange mantras, and the runes condensed by spiritual power condensed into strings from his fingertips. , entangled and wrapped around the small stove covered by him.

After opening the lid, the burnt yellow syrup lost its color instantly and became as clear as water.

Mo Yun watched silently from the side, and when he saw that he was about to try the food, he immediately dragged him over, thinking carefully and terrified.

"Master, is this a new method of poisoning?"

"what?"

Just when he was talking, the syrup in the small stove suddenly turned into green smoke. Mo Yun just happened to see this scene, and stared at Ye Wuchen with a surprised expression, "You don't know how to practice witchcraft, do you?"

Before Ye Wuchen could reply, Mo Yun dragged him out of the kitchen, led him all the way back to Four Seasons Residence, and instinctively took him to the bed and tied him up.

"..." Ye Wuchen stared at him, "What are you doing?"

Mo Yun's expression was startled and frightened, and finally both emotions calmed down. He stared at Ye Wuchen gloomyly. Seeing his face full of doubts and defenses, he clicked his tongue and went to feel his pulse.

"Master probably doesn't understand witchcraft, that thing hurts the body, and it's very disgusting."

The pulse condition was normal, Ye Wuchen frowned and stared at Mo Yun, "I don't know these things?"

Mo Yun just looked at him, and suddenly moved closer, his breath intertwined, and dark waves drifted in his blood-colored pupils.

"Then Master is still practicing?"

"I practice witchcraft?" Ye Wuchen raised his bound hands and slammed him on the forehead, "Blind? Go back and read more books like this."

"Blood as a chain..." As soon as Mo Yun said these four words, Ye Wuchen covered his mouth as if he was ashamed, "Not all those who use blood are witchcraft. When I ordered Baisha Cui Doesn’t the bamboo contract also use blood?”

Witchcraft is very unpopular in this world, not many monks know about it, and only demon cultivators know more about it.

But Ye Wuchen had browsed through the entire Zangshu Pavilion when he was young, so he knew a little bit.

"Don't say I taught you when you go out, shame on you."

"Master didn't teach me these things..."

"Then you don't know how to read by yourself?"

Ye Wuchen was tied up for no reason, and his heart was tense, and his tone of reply was not very good. He stared at the golden lock rope in his hand, and saw the trick of the knot on it, and opened his mouth. Want to bite again.

Mo Yun quickly supported his chin with his eyes and hands, pressed his thumbs on his lower teeth, and then looked at Ye Wuchen blankly.

The tip of his tongue accidentally licked his fingertips, Ye Wuchen froze, spoke vaguely, subconsciously interrogated him, "Have you washed your hands?"

Mo Yun narrowed his eyes, smiled and nodded, "Washed."

His fingers moved, as if he wanted to go deeper, Ye Wuchen could not let him succeed, he hesitated for a moment and bit down, mercilessly.

"Master." Mo Yun frowned and said softly, "It hurts."

Ye Wuchen paused, and the moment of stupefaction allowed him to take advantage of the loopholes. The corners of his mouth were pulled away and his tongue was pressed down. Mo Yun didn't know where he learned such a weird thing.

As if wanting to vent the long-logged desire at the fingertips, he was extremely gentle and mixed with some domineering messing.

"Master, you are so soft."

Ye Wuchen bit his finger fiercely, his eyes were like knives, he stared at Mo Yun tightly, and whispered angrily inarticulately, but because he was biting something, Mo Yun really didn't know what he was talking about

And this sound is heard in the ear, like a cat purring.

After spending a lot of time escaping from Mo Yun, Ye Wuchen began to think about whether he should spend so much effort to keep the memory of this pervert.

A dumpling with a long black tail came running step by step on the white and soft snow, and was immediately hugged by its legs. Mo Yun raised his head tremblingly, and said cautiously: "Master, I was wrong."

The appearance of a child is always so deceptive, and now Mo Yun sincerely admits his mistake, his blood red eyes are filled with water from the shame of his actions just now, like plum blossoms in winter covered with dew, so pitiful.

Ye Wuchen sighed, he could only blame himself for being soft-hearted.

At night, Ye Wuchen was still obsessed with the day's affairs, he kicked Mo Yun to another room and closed the door tightly, and locked several barriers and locks, at least it would take a day to unlock.

He didn't go to bed right away, but sat in front of the bed, twisted the runes with his fingertips, and the spiritual power of water and wood system wrapped around his body, either bound or loose, layer upon layer, and finally condensed into the heart of the forehead, branded with a light-colored mark.

He opened his eyes, glanced at the still closed door, breathed a sigh of relief, blew out the lamp on the table, and lay down to sleep.

When he was conscious, he also warned the system, "Don't bring Mo Yun to me."

The system hesitated a little, but agreed anyway.

As a plot system, it is professionalism to obey the host's orders without breaking away from the plot, unless the main god personally tells him not to listen to the host.

After all, Ye Wuchen was still afraid that there would be Mo Yun in his arms when he woke up tomorrow, so he said: "If Mo Yun comes, call me up."

【OK】

In the dark night, the lights were dim, and there was no sound. From the crack of the door of another room, I saw that Ye Wuchen had turned off the light. Mo Yun leaned against the head of the bed in the dark for a moment, and then flashed directly into Ye Wuchen's room.

Ye Wuchen always lights a candle on the table before going to bed, why turn off the light so quickly today.

As soon as he walked to the bed, Mo Yun seemed to have noticed something, fished out a small ball of light from the void, and said dissatisfiedly: "You want to wake him up? Do you want to rebel?"

The system just thinks it's too difficult to be a leader these days.

After telling Mo Yun all that Ye Wuchen had ordered him, the system would openly defect, of course to the side of the main god.

Mo Yun put the little ball of light into his pocket, sat beside him and looked at Ye Wuchen's sleeping face, and suddenly frowned.

"Sleeping so fast?"

The person fell asleep just after the lights went out, and fell asleep on the bed?

The monk's eyes can see things clearly at night, Mo Yun stared at Ye Wuchen, recalling his weirdness these days in his mind.

First, I searched for a lot of books on human-monster hybrids, and then started to develop something similar to witchcraft, and now——

His thoughtful gaze stayed on the man's forehead, Mo Yun thought for a moment, and didn't dare to act rashly, but he couldn't see anything by just staring at it, so he released his weak spiritual sense to perceive the surrounding spiritual power.

The red spirit wave gently rippled away, and he closed his eyes, hoping to find out what kind of spell Ye Wuchen had cast on him.

But the more he probed, Mo Yun's brows furrowed deeper, and finally a deep mark was formed. He opened his eyes and stared at Ye Wuchen inexplicably.

This man, has he researched something to torment him?

An extremely distorted wave of spiritual power entangled Ye Wuchen, containing extremely terrifying power, all of which were sent to his soul. There is no such technique in the current comprehension world.

Mo Yun pursed his lips, refined the degree of spiritual perception, and analyzed the effect of this spell along with this power, until he was exhausted in the end, and looked at Ye Wuchen inexplicably.

And the person sleeping on the bed was curled up, his face was pale under the ink hair, his lips had lost the color of blood, he was defenseless, and all of them were thin.

A shallow sigh came from the dark night.

Ye Wuchen trapped himself in his memory, this thing is not crooked, because the technique he researched can only be used on himself, and can only torture himself.

"Why is this..." Mo Yun frowned, staring at the faintly radiant seal on his forehead, and the tightly clenched hands that were lightly placed on his lips.

Obviously stunned.

Mo Yun tapped on the center of his eyebrows, tentatively trying to condense a little bit of red spiritual energy and send it to his forehead, but before he got close, the strange spiritual flow around Ye Wuchen almost shook him out of internal injuries, and his throat instantly Foam of blood gushed out.

At this time, Mo Yun suddenly felt that he was not half disabled when he usually molested Ye Wuchen, it was definitely because the master loved him too much.

Unable to get close to him, Mo Yun could only use external force. Relying on the power of the main god to touch Ye Wuchen, he wanted to bring him out of the nightmare, but he encountered extremely strong resistance. If he was not careful, he would be backlashed by his own power .

Even though Ye Wuchen was unconscious, he was still so stubborn. He decided to use memories to trap him for a night, and he would never let others bring him out.

Mo Yun looked at Ye Wuchen silently, "..."

How could his master be so troublesome.

For the time being, Mo Yun couldn't decipher the ghost technique he had researched, and he couldn't let him be trapped by his own memories all night. After thinking about it, he tapped his finger on the mark on his forehead and forced his way into his dream.

To be honest, if he wasn't the main god and didn't have the power to transcend this world, Ye Wuchen might have to hide many things from him.

Suddenly broke into the bustling market, it was the blue sky, the spring was strong, the peach branches protruding from the wall of a certain courtyard were full of flower buds, a few children were chasing and playing around at the entrance of the alley, and their ears were full of laughter.

Mo Yun stood among the crowd, trying to find Ye Wuchen in his dream and take him out, but after looking around for a few times, it was in vain, and he couldn't find Ye Wuchen's shadow.

This technique revolves around Ye Wuchen's memory, he must be present in a scene, Mo Yun skips those with unclear faces, and looks for someone with five senses.

But this memory is too perfect, except for those who have only met once and have no face, other people have their own appearance.

The clearest ones are those children who are fighting.

Mo Yun then walked over, pushed aside the branches that protruded from the wall and were in full bloom, and the branches were full of peach blossoms, and took a closer look at each of the children, but he couldn't find any familiar faces.

Let's not know when this is a memory, so I can only look for it. In short, if you see a person with a face, you will be right.

The place where the children play is at the entrance of the alley, which is connected to the bustling street. There is a girl who sells oil-paper umbrellas humming a little tune, holding those umbrellas painted with plums, bamboos or splashed ink in her hands, with warm eyes. light.

"Sister Luozhu..."

Hearing the voice, Mo Yun turned his head to take a look, his eyes fixed on a child in the arms of a woman in black on the street, who was born white and clean, and his eyes fell on the girl selling umbrellas, "Her The voice is like a mother's."

The woman named Luozhu held the back of his head, let the child lie on her shoulders, and said: "I will take the young master home."

"Would you like to buy an umbrella?"

"There are umbrellas in the mansion."

"I bought an umbrella and she can sing, I want to hear it."

Luo Zhu patted him on the back, "Miss will be back in a few days."

"But mother can't sing to me."

When he was about to pass by the stall, the child looked at the girl reluctantly, and his voice gradually lowered, "Can't you?"

Luo Zhu took a look at him, and carried him to buy an umbrella, but unfortunately, the girl didn't hum the tune, she frowned slightly, and said, "Go slowly."

Holding the umbrella, the child looked lonely, and was carried away by Luo Zhu.

That child was probably his teacher when he was young, and as he left, the faces of the people he left behind gradually blurred and slowly disappeared.

Mo Yun chased after him, trying to bring him out of this dream, but found that he was a phantom here, unable to touch him at all.

Ye Wuchen did not allow others to interrupt this memory.