Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

In the confinement and secluded space, Ye Wuchen recognized who this person was, his eyes widened, he stood up abruptly, and took a few steps back as if hiding from a ghost.

Mo Yun...why are you here?

No, no, no, the spell he cast on himself clearly forbids outsiders from entering, so what is this?

Ye Wuchen panicked.

Could it be that the spell made a mistake and made out what he imagined - no, why did he imagine Mo Yun?

What Mo Yun saw was a slightly dull white dough.

He paused and opened his mouth to speak, however, Ye Wuchen came over suddenly and reached out to touch him, but he missed nothing and didn't touch anything.

Bai Dianzi stared at his hands in a daze.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide again to look at Mo Yun, and waved his hands in front of him. He is still in the body of a child, and his palms are white and immature. thought.

But the owner of those hands was considered vicious and cruel, and he slapped him head and face, but it always split the air, and Mo Yun didn't feel it at all.

Ye Wuchen slapped him a few times indiscriminately, but he still couldn't touch anything, and he didn't know what he thought of, his eyes were full of mist.

He probably wanted to shake Mo Yun away, but he couldn't stop his existence. In the end, he didn't know whether he was anxious or angry, and turned around several times to see if it was his own memory.

But after searching around a few times, I found that this was indeed a memory I created. The white dough froze in place for a while, staring at Mo Yun with weird eyes, and his expression was a little pale.

"No..." The man suddenly squatted down, frowning tightly, and finished the sentence in a low voice, his tender voice was inexplicably choked, "I don't like you that much, do I?"

It's like a person who has escaped from the world suddenly returns to the world of mortals, always feeling uncomfortable.I have been derailed from those things for a long time, and I am used to being alone, so I always forget to check the heart, see the crimson inside, and for whom it beats.

This is his memory, a dream he created for himself. He trapped himself here, woke up when he collapsed to the extreme, and looked back when he was awake. If he didn't find what he wanted, he would do it again.

I don't know how many times.

The technique he researched is still a half-finished product, and the timing of his waking up is beyond his control, but what he wants to do when he is awake, he can still do it with his heart.

He should want to do it all over again, but how did he meet Mo Yun?

Did he want to see Mo Yun at this time?

If you are used to traveling alone, you will learn not to rely on it.

When the waves hit, he always carried them silently. No one told him that he could rely on them, and he didn't bother to read these two words carefully, but as a boatman, he learned by himself.

They are all on the waves and undercurrents, and they can't protect themselves, and they are still thinking about how to tide over this disaster for others.

But how can the benchmark fail? If you are used to treating others like a spring breeze, it is difficult to turn out the bitterness in your heart for others to appreciate.

Since he wants to protect Mo Yun, how dare he yearn to rely on him.

Before Mo Yun could figure out why he was crying, he saw the other party raised his eyes, his watery eyes were filled with mist, and he looked at him with extremely fierce eyes, but he wanted to turn his gaze into a blade weapon and drive him out of his territory .

"Master..."

"You can still talk?!!!"

Ye Wuchen was stunned by what he imagined.

Mo Yun choked, half of the unfinished sentence stuck in his throat, he didn't say yes, and he didn't say no, he panicked.

Finally he opened his mouth, "Does your neck still hurt? Do you want to take medicine?"

But it seems that he didn't think about it when he said it. This is a dream, and taking medicine won't help, let alone the two of them haven't been able to touch each other yet.

But even so, Mo Yun's eyes were still on the pinched neck, and his red eyes made tiny waves.

Ye Wuchen stared at him blankly, then lowered his head, tapped his neck with his fingers, and the pinch marks on his forehead disappeared.

He felt that what he imagined was a bit advanced and cared about people.

No - if it wasn't for what he wanted Mo Yun to say, then this thing wouldn't do this either.

Ye Wuchen's brain froze instantly.

"Master, you are back to your senses."

Mo Yun looked at him in front of him, and suddenly spoke, the abrupt voice made Ye Wuchen fall back in fright.

"You, you..." Ye Wuchen looked at the thing in front of him, a little at a loss.

"Huh?" Mo Yun smiled, knowing that he should be out of memory now, and was thinking about how to get away with it, so that Ye Wuchen would not be so angry when he found out that he broke in without authorization.

He was still thinking that it would be best if he could come up with some words and ask Ye Wuchen why he trapped himself here.

But Ye Wuchen suddenly stopped talking, and just looked at him steadfastly, as if he could scare him away with this child's face if he did so.

Mo Yun looked at this naive dumpling and wanted to touch it, but he couldn't touch it anyway, so he could only change the topic to ease the anxiety in his heart.

"Master, why did you look at me for so long?"

Ye Wuchen came back to his senses, and said viciously: "I'll see when you disappear!"

He couldn't believe that he really wanted to see Mo Yun so much.

So the two looked at each other for a long time.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

Mo Yun: "Master?"

Ye Wuchen was depressed to the point of autism.

He turned his back, stopped looking at this thing that came into sight without authorization, and sat there like a small ball, obviously immature, but felt some vicissitudes from him inexplicably.

How could he create this little bastard just by making a dream and looking for candied haws?

Even... even if it is going to fall, it can't fall so quickly, right?

Ye Wuchen thought about it, then took a sneak peek at Mo Yun, and immediately turned back after looking at it, that cautious look was like a stealthy animal, and he likes to hide his ears and steal his bell.

Soon, he stood up again and kicked Mo Yun a few times to see if he could kick the thing away, but unfortunately he didn't, and when he met Mo Yun's playful gaze, he almost killed himself from anger.

"I can't get rid of it..." He came to this conclusion, and found a place farther away to sit, and made himself smaller.

Just by looking at his back, I can feel that he is very depressed.

He had just escaped from that memory, and his mood was already very depressed, but now he was so depressed because of this Mo Yun who couldn't get rid of it that he was so depressed that he was closed to himself, and whenever he sat there, he was surrounded by low air pressure.

Occasionally, he looked back at Mo Yun who seemed to want to come over, and then ran to another place to sit, but Mo Yun would catch up with him wherever he went, and the more times he went, he would cry in anger.

Sitting there weeping softly.

Mo Yun really didn't expect that he would make someone cry after just walking a few steps. He paused on the spot, and then hurried up, but he couldn't touch him, so he could only squat in front of him and verbally comfort him: "Master!" Don't cry, your face is disfigured from crying, it's not good-looking..."

"I don't want to talk to you!"

Why doesn't this imaginary ghost get out?Does he really want to see Mo Yun at this moment?

Ye Wuchen rested his forehead on his knees, and didn't want to admit it to death.

"Master—"

"Go away!"

"Don't go."

Ye Wuchen was so angry with this little thing, he raised his red eyes and glared at him, "Are you going?"

Mo Yun paused, then involuntarily leaned forward, raised his hand, and cupped his cheek, "Be good, don't cry."

No one can touch anyone, just look at them with those eyes, protect them with extremely light movements, and imitate someone's tone of coaxing, that's the only way to go.

"Don't cry, okay?" he asked.

Ye Wuchen met his eyes, bumped into those blood-red eyes, silently knocked his head on his knees, and hugged himself tightly, "Oh."

This ghost absolutely despises him for crying too ugly.

Ye Wuchen is not a crybaby after all, he wiped away his tears and swallowed the choked sobs into his throat, and just stayed there motionless.There are two thoughts in total, one is thinking about the things in the memory, and the other is thinking about how to get rid of this damn thing.

For a while, the gray-white space became quiet again. Mo Yun saw that he had calmed down his emotions. Thinking of what this person had experienced just now, he was still not at ease, so he walked over and asked, "Is Master okay?"

Ye Wuchen's thoughts were interrupted, and he glanced back at him. Seeing his worried face, he turned his head away silently, "I'm fine, very fine, please shut up and thank you."

"..."

Still unable to figure out the mantras Mu Qiong chanted in his mind, Ye Wuchen decided to do it all over again, so he closed his eyes, and the surrounding scene changed instantly.

The sky is bright and the day is bright, and it is a lively street. Pedestrians wearing short jackets who cannot see their facial features clearly pass by. A few children are playing and playing in the alley. The pink branches protruding from the courtyard wall are colorful and gorgeous. .

I heard the singing of the umbrella girl again. It was as mellow as an oriole.

Just when Ye Wuchen was about to enter the scene, Mo Yun behind him spoke abruptly before he could melt into his memories.

"Master, what are you doing to trap yourself here?"

Ye Wuchen paused, looking over with dark eyes, staring at his face, which was wrinkled into a ball, then turned his head and said to himself, "I shouldn't want Mo Yun to know this, right?"

He definitely didn't want Mo Yun to know this, so why would this imaginary thing ask this?

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Mo Yun again, frowned, and asked suddenly: "Have I ever taught you how to read?"

"No." The man replied subconsciously.

Ye Wuchen only taught him to practice martial arts, and to know characters, firstly, he has a foundation, and secondly, when he was young, he ran to the library every day to recognize some conventional characters, and only asked Ye Wuchen when he saw lonely people.

There was a slight stagnation in the air.

Ye Wuchen noticed that this Mo Yun was real.

If this is really something he imagined, then in the space he dominates, on this kind of objective question that he already has the answer in his heart, it will definitely follow his thinking. He thinks that he taught Mo Yun to read, then People who imagine it will not deny this answer.

Ye Wuchen turned around, stopped on the long street, then raised his legs and ran over, furiously wanted to punch him, but missed, and almost fell down.

And because the young boy's body was too short, Mo Yun squatted down and looked at him with a smile, which made Immortal Master Ye feel extremely contemptuous.

Thinking of everything that happened just now, Ye Wuchen felt that his dignity as a master might be gone.

Immortal Master Ye wanted to kill this little bastard to save his dignity.

After finally suppressing the irritability in his heart, he stared at Mo Yun with a deep voice: "Why did you come here?"

The angry Bai Dianzi's eyes were wide open, with light and shadow in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and pursed his mouth, but this action made his white and fat face more rounded, like a cat with fried hair, no matter how you look at it, it is cute.

Mo Yun was amused, "Master was so slow to react, did you know it was me?"

"...I asked how you got in!"

"Then why did Master trap himself here?" Mo Yun looked at him with his chin up, his red eyes curved into crescent moons, "Master told me, and I will tell you how I got in."

Of course, Ye Wuchen couldn't tell him his purpose, so he was silent for a moment, "Didn't I tell you that I want to find out what kind of monster I am?"

"Master, do you think I will believe it?"

"You have to believe it if you don't believe it." Ye Wuchen replied angrily, rubbing his eyes inadvertently, wanting to see if there are any remaining tears on them, "I said, how did you get in?"

"Okay, I had a dream and came in all of a sudden." Seeing Ye Wuchen's disbelief, Mo Yun shrugged, imitating his tone just now, "This is the truth, and Master has to believe it if he doesn't believe it. "

Ye Wuchen stared at him expressionlessly, and suddenly raised his hand to swipe, and the bright and lively scene was instantly blacked out.

Mo Yun probably guessed what he was going to do, and said with a smile: "Master, if you leave this place, wouldn't it be easier for me to catch you?"

In fact, recalling those memories of Ye Wuchen, he can guess a little bit by guessing - the memory of the fault is always inseparable from the candied haws made by Mu Qiong, plus Ye Wuchen's weird behavior in Sijiju before, think carefully Then you will know the answer.

But what to do, even if he guessed it, he still wanted to pry the answer out of Ye Wuchen's mouth.

Ye Wuchen always said nothing.

The field of vision is completely black, and there is no response.

Mo Yun stopped here, suddenly smiled in a low voice, and sighed: "Master, I'm afraid of the dark, you know that?"

The pitch blackness turned into the gray and white space before, with only a little light left, and you can still see your own shadow when you look down.

But Ye Wuchen was nowhere to be seen.

Mo Yun smacked his lips, "Where is Master hiding? You don't want to go out, so you plan to stay here all night?"

No one answered him, so he sat on the spot, tapped his fingers on the ground inadvertently, and began to play in the air, "Master, have you ever had a sexual dream?"

"Master probably doesn't know what Chunmeng means, so let me explain, it's the kind..."

"Shut up!" The source of the voice couldn't be found, so Mo Yun could only continue to speak, "Two..."

"Stop talking, I'm here!"

After teasing people, the corners of Mo Yun's mouth curled up in a triumphant arc, he got up and walked over there, and found Ye Wuchen who was thinking about biting his nails in the corner, "Master, you don't plan to go out?"

Ye Wuchen twitched the corners of his mouth, but did not answer.

What are you doing out there?Go out and be tied up by Mo Yun with a rope and questioned?

Mo Yun sat down beside him, looked at him sideways, and snorted softly, "Master, you don't want to tell me anything."

"Actually, I can guess a little bit if you don't tell me." Mo Yun stared at Ye Wuchen's face, and smiled lightly, "But I just think, Master can be more frank with me."

You don't want to rely on it. If you know you don't want to rely on it, then be honest and don't be defensive about the peripherals.

Life is long, full of bitterness and joy, and there is always a place for people to stand side by side, so why are you always resisting alone.

The path I choose is so hidden, and I always go so fast.

Who are you bullying?