Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

On the long street, Wanjia was brightly lit, it was already cold in autumn, and people wore heavy clothes.

The rabbit lantern in the child's hand had been extinguished at some point, but the eyeballs carved with cinnabar on it were still hot under the light of the lamp.

The woman held him in her arms, stopped in front of a small stall, bought a pair of exquisitely carved knives and gave them to the child, humming a quiet tune.

The child has never heard Mu Qiong sing. In the past, he would have been willing to listen carefully to what song the woman was humming. But now, the child is at a loss with the knife in his arms, seeing the smooth surface of the knife. His own shadow poured out on his face, with a dazed expression on his face.

Mu Qiong pinched his face suddenly, the movement was very light, and the humming tune stopped, "Your father still doesn't trust me."

The child didn't dare to look at the knife, so he lay on her shoulder cautiously, looking through the crowded crowd, and suddenly turned his eyes to a certain place with a smile.

Mo Yun happened to meet this smile, his heart trembled slightly, then he turned his head and saw Ye Lichuan following behind.

The man was a little far away, but he was dressed luxuriously and was always so conspicuous in the crowd. Now seeing the smiling face of the child, he suddenly tilted his head and returned a kind smile.

Mu Qiong probably knew that Ye Lichuan was following behind, so she didn't do anything aggressive, just walked on the street with the child in her arms, walking through the crowd with a calm expression, like a stroll in a courtyard.

The extinguished rabbit lantern in the child's hand was discarded by her, leaving him to carefully carry a knife.

"Is the candied haws made by mother delicious?"

Upon hearing this question, the child even stuttered, "Okay, delicious."

Mo Yun looked around subconsciously, wanting to see if there was any fault in this memory, but the result was still full of voices, only people who couldn't see facial features clearly.

"It's good as long as it's delicious, but mother made it with all my heart."

"Thank you, mother..."

The child grabbed the wooden handle of the knife, not daring to touch the cold white blade, and thanked dryly.

Mu Qiong smiled lightly, and then said slowly, "Actually, I don't hate you, the main reason is that you are not like me, so I can't accept it."

"..." The child drooped his eyelashes, not daring to answer.

"It's a pity that he protected you well, and I can't do anything—" Mu Qiong hugged the child up, and suddenly met his eyes, which were slightly curved.

Those dark eyes plunged into the abyss again, and a gleam of blue light suddenly burst out of them, as if some terrible force forced the child to close his eyes tightly, and dared not open them for a while.

"Then Chen'er will die by himself, okay?"

The child opened his eyes suddenly, the dark purple pupils showed a little fear, the knife he was holding was unstable, and fell to the ground with a bang, the white blade reflected the surrounding light.

He looked down, his eyes seemed to be pierced by the light reflected from the knife, he shrank his neck, trying to struggle out of the woman's arms, but he didn't have the strength.

Mu Qiong pressed him into her arms, and softly whispered, "Mother and Chen'er are joking, after a few days, mother will make candied haws for you, okay?"

Her voice was surprisingly gentle, which made the child's hair stand on end when he heard it. Goosebumps all over his body, he shivered unconsciously, and nodded obediently cautiously, daring not to speak again.

The lights on the long street were suddenly extinguished, all the lanterns that were as bright as stars were extinguished, the voices of the crowd gradually drifted away, and the river of stars that seemed to flow in the night also dimmed and gathered in the darkness.

Suddenly, in the darkness, the conversations of the crowd resounded again, expanding little by little, and continuing to expand, from subtle to boiling, from nothingness to full of the world, as if by doing so, they could not listen to the woman's words.

A few sharp voices flowed through, as if to pierce the eardrum, probably the memory that the owner of the memory did not want to face, but forced himself to face.

"Chen'er, you should be your mother, you are dead, it will be good to everyone."

"You shouldn't be living in this world. Your blood, bones, flesh, and even your soul are dirty."

In the chaotic pair of voices that seemed like the sky and the earth were splitting apart, Mo Yun heard these few cold and biting words, but he was also wrapped in darkness, wandering in the abyss, looking for it.

People who are used to staying in the claustrophobia will be burned by the light.

Therefore, seeing a ray of light in the lengthy darkness, Mo Yun subconsciously closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them to see the re-displayed memory scene.

In the courtyard of Ye Mansion, sugar was broken all over the place, but there was a fault in the memory again. Looking down, it was the kitchen without steaming mist, filled with a sweet and greasy smell.

Mu Qiong was busy making her syrup, her clothes fluttered, every movement was clearly seen, she was still lingering with light blue spiritual power, she suddenly dripped blood into the syrup, stirred it well, and hummed again Like a tune, cast a spell on the syrup.

It's a pity that the mantra she recited couldn't be heard clearly, and she tried her best to listen to it, but she couldn't understand it.

"Hmm..." Mu Qiong turned around suddenly, she was dressed in green clothes like a high-mountain cold pine, walking upright, but there was ice in her voice, "This is the last time, Chen'er, be good, eat this candied haws."

The child raised his head, saw the woman's expression was slightly frightened, and said two words in a trembling voice, "There is blood."

He saw that Mu Qiong dripped blood into the syrup, so when he looked at the bunch of ruddy candied haws, he felt as if they were clotted with blood.

don't eat? " Mu Qiong's eyes slowly slanted to him, with majesty.

The child was so frightened by her that he didn't dare to make a sound, and he didn't dare to take the bunch of candied haws. The eyes were filled with water, and he held back tightly. Finally, he choked up and whispered, "I want Dad..."

Mu Qiong looked at him, and suddenly stuffed candied haws into his mouth, "After eating, I'll take you to find him."

After being forcefully stuffed with the bunch of candied haws, the child couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and his face was covered with tears.

At this time, Mu Qiong was finally happy, showing a smile from the bottom of his heart for the first time, "But when the time comes, you won't be his son anymore, and Chuan won't want you either."

A low whimper came from the memory of the chef, and another angry question came from the courtyard of Ye Mansion.

"You sealed his soul?"

Ye Lichuan tightened his five fingers, and stared at Mu Qiong opposite him with hidden anger.

Hearing this, Mo Yun was stunned for a moment, then looked around, but couldn't find the child.

If the three souls and seven souls are all sealed, they will be people who have no sense, have no thoughts about everything in the world, and even don't know where they are or who they were born for.

He doesn't know who he is, nor where he is, like a puppet, but ten thousand times worse than a puppet.

At least the puppet can still be manipulated, and the person whose soul is sealed can only see life and death, but since he has no thoughts about the world, how can he think about survival?

So there is no child in this memory, he can only record everything he sees with his eyes, and he may not even know his existence.

"Chuan, this way he can't be counted as our child, look at him, look at him now, we don't need to bring such a burden back to the main god space."

Mu Qiong suddenly pointed in a direction, pointing at the broken sugar in the courtyard with her slender fingers.

Mo Yun walked over and squatted beside the burnt brown sugar residue, wondering which side of the sugar his master would stand on.

Not only can't he see it, he can't even touch it, he can only try his best to guess, maybe he can suppress the irritability in his heart.

"Mu Qiong! You are enough."

Ye Lichuan kept his anger hidden, his gaze was like a cold sword coming out of a box, he glanced straight at Mu Qiong, then closed his eyes, "You shouldn't be like this."

He didn't know what to think of, and there was a flash of pain, and then he pursed his lips lightly, "You have stayed in the plane for so long, you should have gone back."

"You drove me away?" Mu Qiong met his gaze with a puzzled expression, "Why did you drive me away? Didn't you agree to go back to the space together?"

She looked beside Mo Yun with disgust in her eyes, "Because of him? You can think clearly, he is a soulless person now..."

"That's my son too."

Ye Lichuan interrupted her, and looked at her with eyes that were no longer the same as before, but full of powerlessness.

He stepped up and walked to the side of the sugar residue, regardless of the woman behind him, he suddenly grabbed something.

It was also at this time that the child seemed to be aware of his own existence, and a person slowly appeared beside Mo Yun.

The child was wearing fluffy and soft robes, and called him particularly cute, but unfortunately his eyes were empty, his pupils turned dark black, and he was tilting his head, looking at the person who was holding him in puzzlement.

Ye Lichuan was probably stung by his eyes, he paused for a moment, then squatted down and hugged him in his arms.

"It's Dad who didn't protect you well."

But his tone suddenly changed to the woman behind him, a little cold, "I don't want to hurt you either, so go back by yourself."

"Ye Lichuan!"

Ye Lichuan turned his head, and there seemed to be lightning flashing in his purple eyes. The woman who wanted to catch up stopped in place, unable to move her limbs, her chest heaving violently, "You fight with me for this little bastard?"

Hearing her scolding, Ye Lichuan pressed the child into his arms, and then wanted to say something, but he still kept his mouth shut.

He knew it wouldn't make sense.

"Within five days, if you don't leave by yourself, there will be executors to collect you."

Mo Yun's gaze was on the child without moving away, quietly waiting for the memory scene to change.

Another pile of unsmooth memories flashed by before my eyes. I saw the snow scene, and when the spring peaches bloomed, my eyes were crimson, and everything turned over.

It seems that it is not Ye Mansion anymore, but which villa it is in.

The words that can be heard are still so hopeless.

"Mother wants me to die..."

The naive's gaze was empty and nothingness, and he stared fixedly into the distance. He held a blood-stained knife in his hand, and there was a small wound under his neck, from which glaring red dripped out.

"Mother said I was disobedient... Mother said Chen'er shouldn't live in this world, mother doesn't like me."

He spit out these words mechanically, his eyes were empty and lifeless, fear was swallowing him, pushing him into the abyss of eternal doom.

Scenes of the past flashed before his eyes, his face was pale, his lips parted, his deep black eyes became duller, like black clouds pressing down on the city, it was suffocating.

The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and every word he spit out seemed to be coughing up a mouthful of blood, with blood froth.

"Mother said Chen'er is not worthy."

"She said, the dust is dirty."

He repeated what the woman said word by word, his fingers gripping the dagger became tighter and tighter, and his speech speed became slower and slower, as if he was driven to a desperate situation, and he exhausted his life's strength to utter every word.

It's hard to imagine that a naive child repeats the most vicious words in the world with the most flat voice.

It's his fault.

He shouldn't be in this world.

He is unworthy.

He is dirty.

Mo Yun squatted in front of him, bewildered and flustered, trying to wipe away his tears, but in vain, he could only slow down his voice and said softly, "Stop crying, okay?"

Ye Wuchen usually used this tone of voice to coax him, but he didn't expect it to be reversed now.

The knife in the child's hand is used for peeling fruit on weekdays. It is inlaid with gold rims and a ruby ​​is placed on it.

He held it in his hand, his dull eyes blinked suddenly, just when Mo Yun thought he saw him, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Lichuan who was hurriedly found by Luo Zhu, as if he had found a support, he suffocated Finally, I couldn't hold back the tears and lay down on my face, and asked in a trembling voice, "Daddy, should I not be alive?"

He asked desperately, as if as long as Ye Lichuan nodded, he could put the knife into his heart without hesitation.

Ye Lichuan wiped away the tears on his face, comforted him in a gentle voice, and then let him lie down, with the back of his hand against his hot forehead, with an unpredictable expression.

After a few more memories, the child basically had a fever every day. Suddenly, in a certain memory, the woman in Tsing Yi who had disappeared for a long time suddenly appeared in his field of vision. Her appearance had changed. , it can be regarded as mediocre.

And even if she changed her appearance, the child could recognize her, and asked tremblingly: "Yes, mother...?"

The woman didn't seem to expect that he would recognize her identity, she frowned subconsciously, but lifted him up from the bed without delay, her movements were almost rough.

Mo Yun, an outsider, can sense her killing intent, let alone the child who has been hurt by her for so long.

"Tsk... I have unlocked all the seals of the Seven Souls..."

Mu Qiong had a ruthless face, gritted his teeth, grabbed the child by the neck, and lifted him into the air with one hand, the child's face was flushed red.

But in the end she still didn't succeed, Ye Lichuan rushed over quickly, accompanied by an executor.

He was a little furious, "What are you executors doing! How dare you put people on the blacklist?!"

The executor didn't dare to refute even if he missed a job at work, but responded in a low voice: "Sorry, she..."

Ye Lichuan didn't bother to listen to the executor's explanation, he dodged in front of Mu Qiong, slashed at her hand that was pinching the child's neck with a knife, and hugged the almost fainted child into his arms.

Goodbye to the old friend, it is inevitable that the heart will be sour.

Mu Qiong was dumbfounded at first, and then sneered, "So you blacklisted me, no wonder I can't enter the plane of cultivation."

Everything after that suddenly got stuck, probably because the owner of the memory didn’t want to look back any further, the figures of Ye Lichuan and the three of them gradually disappeared, the child who was about to faint opened his eyes, jumped out of Ye Lichuan’s arms, and touched the hair on his neck. There was a circle of pinch marks, and he let out a long sigh.

He sat cross-legged in the scene where everything was dissipating, frowning and thinking about something, so the whole person froze there, motionless, like a statue.

The images in his memory turned into dust and gradually faded away behind him. In this extremely chaotic and chaotic scene, he remained silent, thinking about his own affairs.

In the end, it turned gray, and he was alone in the empty place, so Mo Yun squatted down beside him, trying to apply medicine to the pinch marks on his neck, and smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

But he was so careful in his actions, and he still didn't meet this person.

But the child suddenly looked over, staring at him with dark eyes, his little face wrinkled.

"What are you doing?"