Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

"Just want to know?" The winter wind blew, curling the ends of his hair, Ye Wuchen looked up at Mo Yun who was close at hand, those red eyes were always so hot, locking the scorching soul inside, always hot The heart of the person tightened.

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes and leaned directly on the railing of Lan Que Pavilion, "Let me think about it."

He hasn't accepted it yet, if this kid knows, he might cry like a dog.

But in fact, if the day comes when you forget everything, won't this kid still cry?

Thinking about it, Ye Wuchen twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.

Now there are two choices in front of him, one is to reveal something now and let Mo Yun cry for the first time.

The second is that there is really no other way. After losing all the memory, I calmly watched Mo Yun finish crying, and then Mo Yun, who seemed to be controlled by the demon occasionally, suspected that he was empathizing with another. Come up with something.

Ye Wuchen stopped thinking about it.

But when Mo Yun knew this from the mouth of the Lord God, how calm and calm he had to be, except for his expression was a little frozen, there was nothing unusual, and he even gave a plan immediately, and started to implement it.

At that time, he thought that it was time for him to lead the way for Master.

Let this pearl that has been derailed by everything come back to the world.

It is not to pull the god down from the altar, but to lead him to find the original thing.

Mo Yun was calmer than anyone thought.

Ye Wuchen also loves Mo Yun more than anyone else.

A person who has crossed the long river of time, gone through two worlds of mortals, loved for too long, and is used to restraining that crazy heart for the other party, even if the demon is hard to suppress, he is willing to find a way.

One discovers too late, wants to make up too much, loves too much, so he is always unwilling to let him get in touch, and he just carries it. Anyway, I have experienced so much, so it doesn't matter.

But no one needs someone to protect them, it's just that love buried in their hearts or revealed outside makes them always think about each other involuntarily——

Here I always want people to open up their hearts, don't live so tiringly, but on the other side I cover the scars in my heart tightly, for fear of scaring people.

Contradictory and deadly.

Mo Yun looked at the man who closed his eyes in front of him, leaned over, stared at his trembling eyelashes, and finally sat aside silently, suppressing the tyranny in his eyes.

"Then I'll wait for Master to think about it."

I can't wait to give him all the time, so there's no harm in waiting.

But he just wanted Ye Wuchen's approval for him.

Lan Queting fell silent.

Because the barrier against the cold was opened, it didn't feel cold, and fell into the solitude of everything, as if there was no one else.

I heard that the flowers, plants and trees in the Demon Palace are invincible for thousands of years. No matter how severe the winter is, the trees are always full of flowers and the trees are green. For example, when it was winter, Ye Wuchen could still see peach blossom petals floating in the bath like a scarlet boat.

Most demon cultivators are paranoid and don't follow the law of the growth of all things very much. If they like it, they will stay. Regardless of whether they belong to this place or not, even if they break the balance of all things, they must get it.

Here, Mo Yun couldn't help frowning when he saw Ye Wuchen didn't speak for a long time, then grabbed his hand on the bench, and pinched his fingertips boredly, so he could play hard there.

He tilted his head to look at Mo Yun, then calmly withdrew his hand, and continued to murmur. When Mo Yun looked at him and retracted it, he played with his master's hair.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

What a little bastard.

In fact, I still wanted to delay telling him for a few more days.

How long?

Let's see how long he can last.

The lone boat is drifting in the sea, and irreversible huge waves are rolling in the distance. I still try to find unknown variables in the known ending, and I will not give up until I am beyond recognition.

Mo Yun twisted his temple hair into a braid, thought for a moment, then removed the crown on top, and continued to twist it.

He suddenly said: "Master, if you don't talk about it, I will braid your hair for you."

Ye Wuchen only thought it was so strange that the child even vented his anger.

Putting his thoughts into that memory and meditating, he kept thinking about the mantras Mu Qiong recited in the kitchen, but he couldn't figure it out anyway, even if he could recite it like a gourd painting, the effect would be different.

Neither his parents are from this world, and the clues he has are too limited.

There's still a good chance I'll forget it.

Ye Wuchen was just about to take a look at Mo Yun, but found that he had circled behind him at some point, and was curling hair for him behind the bench leaning on the railing.

Inexplicably, he thought of the rabbits he wove out of rattan in the past, and told him that if this kid wasn't a monk, he would definitely be a folk craftsman.

Then he will be taken away by the Demon Realm because of his blood relationship.

Ye Wuchen, who was stagnant because of his own thoughts, closed the floodgate of his thoughts, and still planned to reveal a little bit of the situation to the child.

After all, he himself is about to die.

"I will forget." The three words came out of my mouth, and it was somewhat difficult, mainly because I was afraid that the thing behind me would cry out suddenly. ...may forget you."

"Yeah." Mo Yun was obsessed with braiding his hair.

Ye Wuchen paused and went to see him, "Are you going to cry?"

He raised his head suddenly, and Mo Yun's reaction in the future was unprepared, and he slammed into those dark pupils, but what appeared in his mind was the purple eyes covered with tears.

He straightened his head inadvertently, and entwined his fingers into his hair, "Master is willing to tell me, why am I crying?"

It's too late to be happy.

Ye Wuchen didn't follow his train of thought, but grabbed his robe and pondered for a moment, "You don't seem surprised at all...?"

Mo Yun directly bypassed his question, "I still want to know why Master kept it from me before. If I don't come to ask, how long will Master plan to keep it from me?"

"I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable." Ye Wuchen gave him the answer to the first question, then lowered his head, and answered the second question: "I don't know."

He didn't know how long he could hide it. He originally wanted to solve it by himself, but the hope was slim, and he planned to tell Mo Yun because he really had no choice.

Suddenly a piece of withered and yellow bamboo leaves floated, and it just happened to land on Ye Wuchen's shoulder. Mo Yun pushed it away, and there was no movement for a long time.

The smooth hair is like splashed ink, dripping on the fingertips like touching clouds, light and soft, from the root to the end of the hair, every inch is cold.

Unraveling the braid that was born out of anger, changed the method, and continued to indulge.

Ye Wuchen was afraid that the bastard would bald his hair as soon as he stood up, so he didn't dare to get up, he found a book in Xanadu and read it casually, but in fact, he kept thinking about Mo Yun's behavior these days in his head.

It feels like this kid knows a lot.

Just when the more he thought about it, the weirder it became, Mo Yun suddenly raised his chin, forcing him to look at himself, "Master doesn't say anything, I feel even more uncomfortable."

Mo Yun's elbows were bent on the flat rail, and he tilted his head closer, his bloody eyes deepened, his voice was slightly deep, but his tone was so careful and gentle.

"Look at you, you don't want to say anything, what if you suffocate yourself one day?"

When he said this, he blinked and said with a slight smile: "Master, Mo Yun doesn't know how to cry."

Ye Wuchen was a little stunned, and saw his own reflection in those twinkling eyes, which should have been exposed eyes, but at this moment they looked so clear, like a boy.

He opened his mouth, but didn't utter a word.

What to say?

I no longer know.

If he didn't say anything, Mo Yun would have a chance, but after thinking for a long time, he just closed his eyes and kissed her gently.

The process was not long, very light and slow, but it carried such a heavy love.

After it was over, Mo Yun went to visit him again, and saw a trace of helplessness from his usual gentle and refined appearance, it wasn't dullness, nor habit, but bewilderment.

He tilted his head and asked, "Master, do you think I should be crying now?"

"Ah? Hmm..." Ye Wuchen nodded slightly.

In fact, he even came up with something deceptive.

Mo Yun felt that his image was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

He smiled and continued to fiddle with Ye Wuchen's hair. He didn't explain anything to himself, but said in a soft voice: "Master, don't worry, even if you forget it, I will help you find it."

Those emotions in my heart have been suppressed after all. Facing this glamorous person, I always feel distressed when I look at it. I am not willing to really bully him so cruelly.

Shouldn't the gentleness learned from him be on him?

In the Four Seasons residence, Lu Xiao, who had changed his clothes, found a pen and paper, studied the ink, and wrote running calligraphy.

The ink dripped on the white rice paper, he stopped, lowered his eyes, pressed the wool on the paper, drew vertically and horizontally, and then stopped again.

Suddenly he put down his pen, and Lu Xiao turned around the room again, his eyes fell on the closed door, and he began to meditate.

Who is Brother Ye guarding against every day? There are several formations set up on the door of his house.

Lu Xiao stepped forward, studied it for a while, turned on the meditation mode in situ, and then summoned Gu Feng, thinking about fighting this door.

What is it?Why set such an offensive enchantment?Is it convenient to practice martial arts?

Just when he wanted to try the strength of this formation, Ye Wuchen escorted him back to the bed and confiscated his Gufeng.

"What do you want to do to my door?"

"Brother Ye, you... when did you become so meticulous?"

The words of the two sounded at the same time, Lu Xiao's eyes fell on his hair, while Ye Wuchen grabbed the other's lonely wind and stared at him suspiciously.

"What detail?"

Lu Xiao sat on the bed and grabbed his hair with his hands, "Brother Ye, with your hair, why are you dressed so beautifully?"

Hearing this, Ye Wuchen scratched his head, and touched the jewelry on it with his fingers. After groping for a while, he knew that it had a complicated style. silence.

He said why is his hair a bit heavy today?

"Hey, don't take it apart, it looks so good just keeping it like this."

"I'm not a jewelry box, why do I have so many metal things on my head?"

Lu Xiao raised his eyebrows, "Not much, you only have four or five. I think I saw a woman wearing many pieces of gold, silver and jewels on her head, as if others would not know her wealth."

Ye Wuchen looked at the things that had been removed, and suddenly raised his eyes, "Woman?"

Lu Xiao nodded, "Yeah...uh, brother Ye, I'm not talking about you, no, that's all. These are men's hair accessories... different from those."

Ye Wuchen snorted, "So what did you want to do to my door just now?"

"I want to fight with it." Lu Xiao said it out of his mouth.

So Ye Wuchen looked at him with strange eyes, frowned and pondered, and finally came to a conclusion, "Did you get hurt by those magic soldiers?"

Lu Xiao, who was hurting his head, curled his lips and told about the formation on the door. He twisted his hair, crossed his legs, and swayed lightly.

"Who are you defending against? Brother Ye."

Ye Wuchen listened to his words, went straight to the door, reached out to touch the door handle, and as soon as he touched it, he hit him head-on, a powerful wave of air turned into a blade and cut off a few strands of hair, but did not hurt the flesh , this attack is just a bluff.

That question came back again, how did Mo Yun come to his room yesterday?

Lu Xiao saw that the attack was just a stern attack and had no effect, so he couldn't help being curious. He jumped out of bed and walked to Ye Wuchen's side, looking at the door that was calm after the attack.

"Brother Ye, isn't this formation called a paper tiger?"

Ye Wuchen replied: "I didn't choose a name, so it's fine to call it that."

"Huh?" Lu Xiao tilted his head, "Why didn't you name it—could it be that you created the formation?"

"Well, this attack is fake. It is used to scare people. It takes some effort to untie it. It can't be undone for a day or two." Ye Wuchen tapped his chin for a while and continued to add, "If you untie the formation During the Dharma period, the spiritual guidance made a mistake, and I had to do it all over again."

This was completely used to prevent Mo Yun, but he escaped in the end.

There is nothing wrong with the formation.

Ye Wuchen stood on the spot, bowed his head in thought, white clothes better than snow, out of the dust alone, standing there would be the scenery, if he didn't knock on the door suddenly.

Lu Xiao was stunned for a moment when he saw this movement, and patted him on the shoulder without any psychological burden, then glanced at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table from the corner of his eye, and immediately slipped over to take those things back into his own Storage ring, only then heaved a sigh of relief.

Well, Brother Ye won't be able to find out that he wrote the script.

Ye Wuchen moved his fingers, supported the door and stood up again, and asked the system silently, "Are you and... Mo Yun brought in by you?"

The system didn't answer, and my mind went blank.

He heaved a long sigh, and saw Lu Xiao, who was sly-eyed, and although he was curious, he didn't ask further, he just said: "Your injury is not healed yet, go to bed and rest first."

Lu Xiao quickly shook his head, "I'm fine!"

He stood in front of the table, tense for some reason, his eyes were vacillating, and he didn't know where to look.

Ye Wuchen's gaze moved down a few inches, and he walked over inexplicably, "I'll help you re-bandage, the blood is seeping out."

Lu Xiao thought that what he was thinking was completely different from what he was worried about, nodded with lingering fear, touched the storage ring on his index finger, followed his intention and sat down on the side of the bed, leaning against the head of the bed.

His Adam's apple was rolling, and due to his extreme guilt, he started to have nothing to say, "Brother Ye, why are you so good at healing?"

"I can only feed pills, not heal."

"Hey, what about Mo Yun? He didn't come back with you—oh, he's the Demon Lord."

"It's dinner time, in the kitchen."

Lu Xiao suddenly closed his mouth, and it took him a long time to open his mouth to praise, "Your apprentice is really virtuous."

"..." Ye Wuchen skipped his words, closed his eyes, and suddenly said, "When Elder Lu recovers from his injury, can you do me a favor?"