Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

In the distance, the leaden gray sky was foggy, shrouding the demon world, and at the edge of the demon world, a demon soldier blocked Mo Yun's way.

The audience is solemn and ready to go.

"Huh?" Mo Yun hugged the unconscious man in his arms, put a mask on his face, stopped in front of the army, and tilted his head, "Using the throne like a charm fox?"

He spoke in a low voice, and was carried to everyone's ears by the wind. The chill between his lips and teeth made people's hearts tremble, and his legs and feet felt cold.

Mo Yun stopped talking, and walked forward calmly, stepping on the tense heartstrings of people with every step, and a little force could crush the taut strings.

No one could block his way, even every time he took a step forward, a few people couldn't bear the coercion and knelt down on the ground, as if bowing their heads in surrender.

"Your master won't think that he is my grandfather, so I won't move him?" Mo Yun hugged the person in his arms tightly, and walked so steadily with every step, "It's just that he didn't move his master when he came to the Demon Realm before." Lord, I just let him go."

Because of Su Xianran's incident, he came to the Demon Realm before, and the old Demon Venerable knew who he brought back almost immediately, but promised him not to reveal the news of Ye Wuchen's visit to the Demon Realm.

At that time, the old Mozun saw him for the first time, and seeing his face similar to Mo Song, he probably felt a little remorseful, so he agreed to conceal Ye Wuchen's news.

He walked to the end, stepped into the Demon Realm, looked back at the immobile people, smiled, but said in a gloomy tone, "Next time, I don't mind destroying the Demon Realm."

Anyway, he didn't bother to sit in the position of the Demon Lord.

A low and luxurious carriage stopped in front of him. Song Zhiyi, dressed in silver armor, drove the horse forward, stopped in front of Mo Yun, got off the horse, and said calmly, "Your Majesty."

Mo Yun glanced at the carriage behind him, Meihu was leaning on the driver's seat, the fiery red dress was still not well worn, it was barely hanging on his shoulders, and he couldn't take it off.

Those blue eyes were like the sea, and they looked at Ye Wuchen without any concealment, tilted his head, and said a word between his lips and teeth countless times, "Immortal Master..."

Feng Yunhe, who was about to step forward, glanced at Mo Yun's face, and gagged his host's mouth.Mountain.and Sanxi.

Then he stepped forward and said respectfully: "My lord, those people outside, leave it to the subordinates."

Mo Yun glanced at Meihu, who was deprived of the right to speak by the system, and then turned his gaze to Feng Yunhe, as if he had discovered something interesting, "I used to think that you were only loyal to the Demon Realm, but unexpectedly, you Just love peace."

That's why Feng Yunhe has been lurking in the Immortal Sword Gate all those years without making a fuss, and he doesn't even use force to persuade him to go back, and he even manages the troublesome Meihu submissively, but now it is probably to avoid his anger Under the slaughter of those people.

Even the previous life only helped him bring Ye Wuchen back to the Demon Realm at the last moment.

This system doesn't seem to like fighting and killing.

Mo Yun stepped on the axle and sat in the carriage, adjusted his posture to hug the person in his arms, and stared down at his slender eyelashes.

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, and there was no movement, so he would not wake up no matter how much he touched it.

The carriage drove smoothly on the street, the surrounding noises were blocked by the walls of the carriage, and the curtains that communicated with the outside world were pulled down, allowing only a little light from the sky to shine through.

The system turned into a ball of light again and floated out, floating above Ye Wuchen, and was taken away by Mo Yun, "Don't keep coming out suddenly, I thought Master's soul was out of his body."

system:"……"

He reported the current situation, and then said: "Yesterday, I was suppressed by the power of the main god carried by his soul, so I didn't respond to your recall in time."

Mo Yun thought of Ye Wuchen walking out of the bamboo forest alone last night, and he hummed lightly, "Master is really amazing."

"So I didn't monitor what he was doing during that time."

"The task I gave you is not to monitor him." Mo Yun glanced at the eyeball, and then his eyes lingered on Ye Wuchen's cheek, "It's to check the seal."

The system was silent for a moment, and said: "But in fact, I have not detected any data about the seal."

"Heartbeat value." Mo Yun said these three words, his eyes never left Ye Wuchen, and there was hot and strong love flowing out of his blood eyes, "How can a person who has been sealed off have seven emotions and six desires feel heartbeat—— The seal on his body was loosened a long time ago."

Otherwise, he wouldn't approach Ye Wuchen so confidently, play tricks on him, and tease him, because he expected to be special in his heart.

However, when he was in the main temple, he lost the courage supported by his inner demons. Mo Yun's love for Ye Wuchen was ashamed of himself, carrying the memories of his previous life, thinking of the fear Ye Wuchen experienced because of him, Always feel unworthy.

Since he calls himself a demon, how dare he defile the immortal.

He had made the worst plan, calculated the probability of this person falling in love with someone else after he helped Ye Wuchen break the seal, and thought about what he should do at that time.

Is it tough to keep people, or just let them go.

The final conclusion was that he couldn't live without Ye Wuchen, but Ye Wuchen didn't have to have Mo Yun by his side.

Everything was planned well at first, but Ye Wuchen was destined to be a variable. The moment he saw him, all the calmness before coming here was a ghost. I wish I could catch him back and hide him as soon as I saw him. Let anyone know about him.

Crazy possessiveness made him go crazy, and his bone-chilling love left him room——

Don't hide anymore, just let him watch, don't leave him.

The system studied his words over there, paused for a long time before slowly opening his mouth, his voice was so gentle and helpless, "You two really have the same temperament, exactly the same."

It is clear that every step is right, but it is always unclear what kind of chess is being played.

After returning to the Demon Palace, Mo Yun placed Ye Wuchen on the bed, while he lay down beside the bed, staring at him blankly.

"Master..."

He didn't know when he would wake up, Mo Yun stayed by the bed for a while, and then left by himself. The draped bamboo hat was placed on the bedside, and Ye Wuchen would probably see it when he woke up.

At sunset, the sky is getting darker, the tired birds are returning to their nests, and the bamboo forest is rustling.

When Mo Yun came back, Ye Wuchen had just sat up, clutching the draped bamboo hat in a daze, not knowing what to think, suddenly, he said to himself: "You can become the same as Long Aotian's cultivation system. A furball?"

The system answered.

[I don't have permission to come out for the time being, and I won't turn into a hairball. To be honest, my body here is just a glowing ball. 】

"Are you bald?"

The system was silent for a moment before making a sound.

[The host can also think so]

"Oh."

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes slowly, still holding the draped bamboo hat, leaning against the head of the bed, and there was no more movement.

"Master is awake?" Mo Yun sat on the side of the bed, but he didn't catch his eyes. His red eyes darkened and moved closer to his neck and shoulders, with the tip of his cold nose pressed against the side of his neck, humming the grievance from his throat, "ignore me?"

Ye Wuchen didn't even open his eyelids, and called his name in a flat voice, as if calling a stranger.

"Mo Yun."

Ignoring his tone, Mo Yun responded as usual, hugging him, using him as his body's support, "Huh?"

He leaned on Ye Wuchen's shoulder, hugged this person tightly with his arms, raised his eyes slightly, and could see Ye Wuchen's light-colored lips moving.

"I seem to...can't accept you anymore."

Trembling.

Even if it had been expected, hearing it with my own ears still felt uncomfortable in my heart, so the air was quiet, and no one wanted to break the superficial tranquility, and no one wanted to see the undercurrent surging underneath.

In the end, it was Ye Wuchen who pushed the person away first, slowly opened his eyes, met those blood-red eyes, and said lightly: "I can't accept it."

There seemed to be a sound of collapse, as if something was broken, walking to the end, stepping on the debris on the ground, Mo Yun could still laugh, he was so obedient and terribly obedient, "It doesn't matter, Master, just don't forget me. "

"..." Ye Wuchen stopped talking, looked at the bamboo hat in his hand, pressed his fingers on it, and his fingertips turned white.

Mo Yun just looked at him without opening his mouth, and the room fell silent again.

The memory is still there, but Ye Wuchen can't feel anything anymore. It's so unbelievable and hard for a person without emotion to visit those things that are done with emotion.

For example, he would think that if Mo Yun had been killed directly, maybe there would not be so many disputes.

He would also think about how he felt when he entered the Immortal Sword Gate back then.

I will also think about how it feels to love someone.

But apart from those memories, nothing was left to him, something was missing, nothing, nothing left.

Suddenly, being robbed of his breath, Ye Wuchen blinked slowly, neither resisting nor pandering, like a dead thing, calm.

Everything was empty, even the feeling of a sudden kiss was so empty that it couldn't stir up any waves in his heart.

all empty.

Mo Yun ended the kiss, pressed his fingertips on the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Master, only I can treat you like this, right?"

The man slowly raised his eyes, and his shadow was reflected in the deep black pupils, without any emotion, as if looking at an object without any movement.

This period of time was uneasy, and Mo Yun could always sneak a little confidence in his cold eyes.

He bet that he is special in Ye Wuchen's heart.

After a long time, Ye Wuchen said: "No."

Mo Yun paused, his eyes sank instantly, and suddenly he heard the man talking to himself, "My father also kissed me when I was a child."

Mo Yun blinked, and his clenched heartbeat resumed. Just as he was about to ask something, Ye Wuchen said calmly: "But even if you are like this, you can't be my father, and you still bite me."

"..."

How should I put it, his master seems to be so cute no matter what.

Mo Yun couldn't help showing a smile, just as he was about to explain, Ye Wuchen stretched out his hand and tapped his finger on the corner of his slightly curved mouth, then lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and said softly: "It seems that I'm happier."

After speaking, he continued to stare at the draped bamboo hat in his hand, ignoring the astonishment on Mo Yun's face.

Until he said: "Master is the one..."

Ye Wuchen looked at him with a flat tone: "My memory tells me to make you happy."

Mo Yun froze in place, subconsciously asked: "But Master said he can't accept me?"

"What is the contradiction between the two?"

Ye Wuchen seems to always be able to understand some truths that others can't understand, so it is so reasonable to ask at the moment: "I don't have feelings for you and I intend to make you happy, what's the contradiction?"

At the first glance, there was nothing wrong with it, but Mo Yun's thoughts surged in his heart, and then he looked at Ye Wuchen seriously, "Master, I think you can love me again."

"If you don't love me, get out."

Ye Wuchen is like an emotionless killer.

He put the draped bamboo hat on the head of the bed, lay down in front of Mo Yun, closed his eyes unpreparedly, and planned to fall asleep just after waking up.

Mo Yun thought for a while, leaned over and asked, "Master, aren't you afraid of what I will do?"

Saying so, his lips stopped by his earlobe, biting very lightly, Ye Wuchen didn't give him the slightest response, it seemed that no matter what Mo Yun did, he wouldn't make any movement.

In order to verify this, Mo Yun directly lifted the quilt covering his body, leaned over him and bit his Adam's apple, and slowly rubbed it between his lips and teeth.

Ye Wuchen didn't even bother to open his eyes, he just said: "Do you want me to be your bed partner?"

Mo Yun propped himself up on top of him, lost his breath in an instant, turned over and lay down next to him, pressed against the heavy quilt, "Master, don't allow yourself to be treated like this."

For the next few days, Ye Wuchen always looked like this, it didn't feel good to lose his emotions and desires, but he just sat on the bed holding the draped bamboo hat, watching quietly, and there was no other movement.

And the system hasn't released the task of capturing the protagonist for a long time, which is exactly what Ye Wuchen wants.

Seeing him staring at the white gauze hat for longer and longer, Mo Yun found the time to pass by, took the hat back into his hands, clasped Ye Wuchen's outstretched hands, and asked inexplicably, "Master, have you seen it?" Am I killing people?"

Ye Wuchen lay down directly.

"..."

His master was very uncooperative.

Mo Yun poked his face, and talked to himself beside the bed, his tone of voice seemed familiar, and his voice was soft, "You saw it before, on a battlefield, but you were frightened, so from that day on, I won't How dare you do it in front of your face..."

In the middle of his speech, he paused, suddenly thought of something, and wanted to ask Ye Wuchen about Xanadu, but when he looked over, Mo Yun was silent.

Why did his master fall asleep again?

Suppressing the helplessness in his heart, Mo Yun walked into the snow-covered eyes, holding the plain white bamboo umbrella, blending into the vastness of the world, standing alone in white clothes, very much like someone.

When Ye Wuchen woke up, he saw the long-lost blue soldier spirit.

It's been a long time since Bingling and him have seen each other. The little blue dot's memory of him is still on the white flame in the battle between gods and demons. Now he feels a little uncomfortable seeing him turned into a human being. Therefore, Ye Wuchen saw the sluggish The soldier spirit staying in mid-air.

He smiled and greeted politely, "Long time no see."

It is indeed a long time since Ye Wuchen's memory of Bing Ling stays in the secret realm of Bing Ling.

Bing Ling was still in that blue-blue appearance. He was circling around him at this moment, and finally couldn't help asking: "How did you cultivate? You see, I've been cultivating for so long and I don't look like a human being."

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, and said: "I was born as a human being."

"Where are you human!"

The soldier spirit who had the impression of him as a white flame felt that this man was lying.

Ye Wuchen: "Am I not human?"

"no!"

Mo Yun watched the conversation between one person and one spirit body, kicked the soldier spirit he had just brought back to the secret realm of soldier spirit, and explained to Ye Wuchen: "Master, you only need to see this thing again, don't pay attention to what it says .”

Ye Wuchen glanced at him with the bamboo hat, got up and got out of bed, walked to him, "Give me back the flowers."