Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

"flower?"

"Well, give me back the flowers."

Mo Yun looked at Ye Wuchen standing in front of him, he was probably lazy, he jumped down without wearing shoes, he was holding the edge of the draped gauze hat, the overlong white gauze covered the ground, vaguely blocking the His exposed jade white toes.

A few days ago, Ye Wuchen did give him a branch of peach blossom, which was condensed with spiritual power, the petals were crimson white, and even the stamens were delicately carved.

"Master wants this?" Mo Yun spread out his palm, and there was a branch of flower in it. Seeing that Ye Wuchen was coming to get it, he hid the thing behind his back and asked, "What do you want to come for?"

Ye Wuchen said, his memory is sealed here, what is he going to do at this time?

Concerned that Ye Wuchen was still stepping on the ground, so he took him back to the bed, and handed the peach blossom branch with shining spots in front of him, but he didn't let go of it.

"I..." Ye Wuchen looked at the branch of peach blossom in front of him, then lowered his head again, grabbed the veiled bamboo hat and put it on his head, so that Mo Yun couldn't see his face, and then heard the person inside. Said: "Forget it, take it."

In his memory, there are so many unimaginable things, he has also tried these days, trying to think about those things that have anything to do with emotions and desires, but everything is empty, nothing to touch.

Why is there nothing?Why can't I feel anything—

His memory is stored in that flower, and if he forgets it, he can use the flower as a medium to regain his memory.

But now he thinks, it doesn't matter if he forgets all of it or doesn't remember it anymore, maybe if he forgets all of this, he doesn't have to worry about those memories.

I want to destroy that branch of flower, and let my memory be annihilated.

In this way, he might be able to live better in those blank spaces.

Mo Yun lifted the white gauze on the bamboo hat with a peach blossom branch, and pulled it back, then stared at his expressionless side face, raised his hand to touch his cheek, this person's skin was always a little cold.

"If the master wants it, just take it back."

"No, you take it."

"what happened?"

"..." Ye Wuchen lowered his eyelashes, almost closed his eyes, and it took him a long time to hear his voice: "Don't forget."

Mo Yun paused for a moment, put away the peach blossom branch condensed with spiritual power, took off the bamboo hat he wore on his head in an attempt to blind others, stared at him for a moment, and suddenly a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth , "I always feel that Master values ​​me very much."

Ye Wuchen glanced at the bamboo hat he had put beside the bed, and opened his mouth, "...you are not the only ones who can't forget, but also Xianjianmen."

"I know."

Mo Yun didn't seem to care about his rebuttal, he hugged him leisurely, Ye Wuchen didn't resist, let alone showed any expression, he was thinking about how he should feel when Mo Yun made these actions before.

It's a pity that I couldn't think of it.

Emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy were all blank. The more he thought about it, the emptier the place became, and the more suffocating he felt. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, standing alone, with the howling of the wind, suddenly jumping into the bottom of the deep black cliff. Only helplessness and suffocation.

It was as if his heart had been dug out.

Mo Yun's chin rested on his shoulder, and with a slight tilt of his head, he got close to his fair neck, and his warm breath scratched it like a feather, but he did not see any other movements.

In the evening, Ye Wuchen sat by the bed all the time, without any movement. The draped gauze hat was somehow special, allowing him to hold it in his hand all the time, and unconsciously twirling the delicate white gauze with his fingers.

He kept recalling those memories, thinking about those memories.

However, people who are desperate for love and desire do not understand the seven emotions and six desires, let alone what they have done in the past. They have no other way but to be trapped by emptiness.

After thinking about it, he still said to the system: "When you bound me back then, one said you wanted to attack the protagonist, and the other said you wanted to go through the plot. I can't do the first one, so why don't I go through the plot."

Speaking of this, Ye Wuchen paused, and then said: "Whatever is fine, I can't love anyone anymore."

The system was silent for a long time without answering his words, and in the end, it only replied a word mildly.

【You said you would trust the protagonist】

The system's voice disappeared in his mind, Ye Wuchen froze for a moment, seemed to recall something, closed his eyes, and thought about it.

Mo Yun went to the small kitchen to cook new dishes again, the dignified Mozun lived like a cook, he just threw himself into the kitchen and ignored him.

Coming out with a lacquered wooden tray, Mo Yun was a little dazed when he saw Ye Wuchen lying on the rattan chair as if he was resting with his eyes closed.

Ye Wuchen hadn't come out of the room for several days, it was a miracle to see him outside now.

"I used to like this stuff a lot."

Ye Wuchen half-closed his eyes, staring at the leaden sky in boredom, suddenly sat up straight, the rattan chair was slightly shaking, he just stared at the armrest, and then said softly: "Why do you like such an ugly thing. "

Mo Yun just came over, and when he heard such a sentence, he was caught off guard and didn't turn his head. He thought he was scolding himself, so he couldn't help but pause, and retorted in an aggrieved voice: "How ugly am I?"

Hearing his voice, Ye Wuchen stood up from the wicker chair, looked back at Mo Yun who was full of depression, "You are not ugly."

He added another sentence, "It's not as ugly as it is."

Mo Yun: "..."

The dishes on the table are always full of color and taste, and the person in charge of the spoon has practiced countless times in secret before he dares to present them to the public, but Ye Wuchen has no appetite.

He glanced at Mo Yun who was looking at him eagerly across the table, picked up the chopsticks symbolically, and then changed the spoon to fill the milky white fish soup over there.

He really couldn't figure out what was in his memory, so he might as well just do it according to what he remembered, maybe he could still feel something that way.

But is Mo Yun in memory so obedient?

Ye Wuchen stared at the fish soup in the bowl with a spoon, took a sip under Mo Yun's naked gaze, then slowly raised his head, looking at the obedient Mo Yun over there.

In his memory, Mo Yun doesn't seem to sit across from him, but usually sits next to him so that he can steal a kiss.

Why are you picking fish bones with your head down there now?

Ye Wuchen couldn't figure it out, so he just silently sipped the fish soup in the bowl.

At night, Ye Wuchen was still sitting at the table, puzzled by Mo Yun's honesty.

Is it because the gangster is good, or is he not greedy?

Ye Wuchen, who tried to perceive some emotions by relying on repeated memory, began to simulate the plan in his mind.

So, when Mo Yun packed up the tableware and came back, he saw Ye Wuchen undressing in front of him without any burden.

Ye Wuchen seemed to sense that he was coming, lowered his head, and continued to take off.

Shengxue's white clothes fell on the ground, and he was only wearing an underwear. The material was thin, and it was already close to the cold white skin inside. He was still untying the tie around his waist. On the shoulders, one can vaguely see the gracefully curved waist inside.

Mo Yun tilted his head, picked up the clothes on the ground, and draped them on his shoulders with kindness, "How did Master seduce me?"

Ye Wuchen grabbed the clothes he had put on again, and said seriously: "You've been too honest recently."

"Huh?" Mo Yun leaned slightly, closing the distance between the two of them, "Because Master doesn't like my hands and feet."

This is just a superficial reason, in fact, it is more important because he wants to fit the Immortal Emperor to the greatest extent and let Ye Wuchen restore the memory of the main temple.

His memory is sealed by a seal, and if he recovers all his memories, it is very possible to unlock the seal.

But now, the seal did not blind his memory again, but chose to deprive him of his feelings, probably because the seal that had been loosened for a long time could no longer support it.

"But I want to try and see if I can feel something." Ye Wuchen raised his eyes, suddenly grabbed Mo Yun's skirt, pulled him down, and sealed his breath.

After the kiss was over, Ye Wuchen glanced at Mo Yun whose cheeks rose slightly, and his tone was like a scumbag who has flirted with a good woman and still despises her, "I don't feel it."

Mo Yun squinted his eyes, threw him directly onto the bed, bent his elbows to support him, his bloody eyes shone brightly, "I'll try to help Master again."

However, the other party was too sober, no matter how teased he was, he couldn't get the slightest response.

It wasn't until the clothes of the person under him were half off that Mo Yun broke free. Then, looking at this man who would not let others slaughter him, he bent down helplessly and whispered in his ear.

"Master, it's like this, you... your current body."

Ye Wuchen, who lacked emotions and desires, blinked and stared at Mo Yun who was struggling out of the confusion, "You despise me."

"No, Master,..."

There was a fine layer of sweat on Mo Yun's forehead, but Ye Wuchen didn't move at all, even the eyes he looked at him were terribly calm.

Can you think of it?

Finally, Mo Yun sat up, tidied his clothes a little and wanted to leave,

Ye Wuchen sat on the bed and straightened his messy clothes, thinking about how to perceive emotions, so he grabbed Mo Yun who was about to leave, "I can take medicine."

Mo Yun had already endured so much that the veins on his forehead popped up, and now hearing him say this, he just said in a hoarse voice: "No, that thing hurts my body, Master, let me go."

Ye Wuchen paused, and suddenly said: "I suddenly thought about what happened that night at the Liangzhou Inn."

This was a naked temptation to Mo Yun, but looking at that person, he couldn't help but lift that person's chin and kiss him.

"I don't want to."

Ye Wuchen looked at the back of Mo Yun who was running away, got up slowly, walked to the rattan chair in the dark, stood for a while before sitting on it.

There are only a few stars in the sky, scattered lonely in the night.

He sighed softly, "I still can't feel anything."

The more you try, the more empty you become.

He covered his face with the veiled bamboo hat, blocking his sight.

【...Hi host, may I ask what happened just now】

"No."

【Then why am I forced to sleep again】

The next day, Ye Wuchen stood in front of the wicker chair, looked at the sapphire chair, and asked the system in a flat voice: "Do you know what liking is?"

[This system has no experience in this area, so it cannot answer the host's doubts]

Ye Wuchen had no choice but to go back to Four Seasons Residence, but saw a glass bottle on the table that appeared out of nowhere, he was silent for a moment, and smashed the thing that appeared suddenly.

【Host? 】

"It's okay, I always felt that I would be locked in, so I acted first and smashed it."

When Mo Yun came back, he saw the debris on the ground, he tidied it up on his own, and put a new glass bottle on Ye Wuchen's bedside, and was caught by Ye Wuchen again.

"Try again," he said.

Thinking of yesterday's tragic experience, Mo Yun sighed: "Master, if you want to torture me, just say so."

A man with a strong blood meets a heartless immortal, Ye Wuchen is relying on him not daring to bully others.

As for why he didn't continue to do it yesterday, because Ye Wuchen cut off his emotions and desires, and he looked like a Buddha. If he turned Ye Wuchen over and over like a wild beast, would it be appropriate?

"But I want to feel a little emotion."

Suddenly hearing the man sitting on the bed say that, Mo Yun was a little dazed, looked over and found that he was still holding the draped bamboo hat and resting it on his lap.

Ye Wuchen raised his eyes, his shadow was reflected in the deep black pupils, his thin lips parted slightly, "Whether you hate it or love it, I want to feel something..."

Have you ever experienced a momentary emptiness in your heart?

I feel lost, I can't grasp many things, wandering in the blank area, obviously there is nothing, but I still feel that there are tens of thousands of catties weighing on my heart, suffocating tightly.

"It's all empty." He lowered his head again, "I can neither accept you nor myself."

"I looked at the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in my memories, but felt that they were not me. How could I be so rich?... So I thought, go through what I have experienced before, and see if I can feel it again. Familiar feeling."

Ye Wuchen seldom speaks such a long paragraph, or in other words, he seldom reveals his inner thoughts, very rarely.And this was one of the few times that he confessed to Mo Yun.

The man lowered his head, looking at the white gauze in his hand and the bamboo hat, Mo Yun couldn't see his expression, so he brushed aside the hair on the side of his face, and saw his slightly pursed lips, and Flat eyes.

Mo Yun said softly: "It's almost over, Master."

Ye Wuchen looked over, couldn't tell what kind of eyes the other party was looking at him, it was too complicated, so he only understood the tenderness conveyed to him, he turned his head flatly, looked at the draped gauze hat, the white gauze on it It seems to be shark silk, smooth and delicate.

"In my memory, I wanted to marry you."

When he said this, his voice was too flat, and Mo Yun didn't recover from his indifference. When he realized it, Ye Wuchen had already forgotten about it, but he was dizzy with joy.

"I'm going to prepare."

Ye Wuchen raised his eyes slowly, looked at Mo Yun's eager back, and thought for some reason, he didn't seem to seduce Mo Yun, why did he run so fast again?