Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

"Your Majesty... big marriage?" Song Zhiyi sat in the four-wheeled cart in the Song residence, looking at the bleak snow scene outside the window, folded his hands on his lap, and sighed softly: "Does it have to be at this time?"

The woman standing beside him was silent, with her head bowed, her eyes watching her nose and her heart.

"Young master, General Feng is looking for you."

Song Zhiyi glanced at the servant who came to deliver the message, and said to the woman, "Let's go."

The pond in the Song Mansion was frozen over, the bluestone railing was also covered with snow, and two fine marks were rolled out on the gravel road next to it.Driving the four-wheeled vehicle to the main hall, Feng Yunhe just sat down.

This man has always been a meticulous person, the medicine box he always carries is placed at his feet, and when he sees him coming, he greets him, not at all like the disheveled charm fox next to him.

Song Zhiyi paused, and was pushed by the woman to the opposite of Feng Yunhe, the woman left by herself, and he stared at the extra person.

"Young Master Charm is here?"

Meihu crossed his legs, his blue eyes swept over lazily, a chain sounded softly, and his voice was lazy, "Mmm...just here."

In fact, he wanted to go to Xianjianmen to find Gutang, and was teleported back by the broken system next to him.

Feng Yunhe said: "Recently, the demon world has been a bit chaotic. Many people are dissatisfied with the recent behavior of the lord who favors the mortal world. In addition, that person is obstructing it. It is estimated that there will be no peace in the near future."

That one refers to the old Demon Venerable who has abdicated. With Feng Yunhe's temperament, he probably wouldn't call the former master by his name directly.

Song Zhiyi ignored the Meihu over there, and thought for a moment, "Fortunately, Mortal Realm didn't intend to intervene, I've already dealt with those troublemakers."

When he said this, he expressed his worries by the way, "It's just the day of the wedding, I'm afraid someone will mess up."

Hearing this, the absent-minded Meihu raised her hand to look at it, and said four words slowly: "I want to marry you."

Song Zhiyi: "..."

Feng Yunhe glanced at him, decided to ignore the host for now, and said to himself: "I'm afraid that your lord will mess up."

"How could it be?" Song Zhiyi suddenly stopped, and raised his eyes suddenly, "My lord..."

"Your Majesty doesn't want to sit in this position. If that person insists on acting like this, Your Majesty will destroy the entire Demon Realm."

Feng Yunhe stared at Song Zhiyi, "I came to find Mr. Song on this trip, thinking that he values ​​you more, so I ask you to persuade him."

Song Zhiyi was slightly stunned, and smiled: "The former Mozun didn't value me, he just thought that when I was controlled by the heart demon, I was very much like Mr. Mo Song back then."

"In his heart, maybe he is a little ashamed."

He is a Confucianist, and his red eyes are clean that does not belong to this place.

Sometimes he felt that the world of mortals and the world of demons were really distinct, and which side was good and which side was evil was determined from the moment a person was born.

But people always have seven emotions and six desires, not necessarily those with black eyes are good people, they will also be swayed by profit, and those with red eyes are not necessarily evil, how can they kill a boatload of people with a stick?

Song Zhiyi seldom thinks about these anymore, because he has experienced the torment of the inner demon, and he also knows that there is an unbridgeable gap between the demon world and the mortal world.

After all, Moxiu is a demon. It is a half-human, half-demon left over from the ancient war between gods and demons when someone stole the scroll of the demon god.

"Miss Mo." He suddenly called out the title, and the woman who was walking behind him just now walked in and raised her head slightly, "Master?"

Song Zhiyi didn't go to see the woman, but said to Feng Yunhe: "I probably can't persuade him now, but the daughter left by his favorite son in this world may move him a little bit."

The youngest son of the old devil was unhappy because of his disability, so he left behind a daughter named Mo Fengruo. She didn't like the calculating temperament of the old devil, so she left alone, but accidentally got into trouble and almost lost her life. She was rescued by Song Zhiyi in the early years, so she has been staying in the Song Mansion.

Recently, the old Demon Venerable caused some troubles in the Demon Realm. Mo Yun would go out for a period of time every day, and when he came back wearing stars and wearing moons, his body was slightly bloody.

In the previous life, the old Demon Venerable died early, so these problems did not occur.All this is happening now, probably because Mo Yun's preference for monks in the mortal world is too obvious these days, and the old Mo Zun is afraid that if he doesn't do anything again, Mo Yun will be able to send the entire demon world out.

Under his secret control, many people have already tried to remove Mo Yun from his position as Demon Lord.

But Mozun is the one who broke through the Immortal Sword Gate alone, for the time being, no one dares to make trouble here in the Demon Palace.

Mo Yun went to find the old Demon Lord who was able to make such a big noise before lying on the bed.

This is a mansion located in a secluded place, with a quiet environment and gloomy green plants.The vermilion gate painted with mahogany is concealed, the tiger-head door knocker is mottled with bronze, the stone steps are the color of snow, and the afterglow is falling on the partition wall.

The old Mo Zun was still sick in front of the couch, and the room was filled with a faint bitter fragrance. Mo Yun sat in front of the couch, smiled and said hello: "Don't come here without any problems."

"Yun'er is here?" The old devil sat up and opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Mo Yun in time, "Let's not get too close for now, I just came to tell you that I don't plan to sit in this devil's position for a long time, You can rest assured that I will not come to take the place you left for your granddaughter."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the surprised old Demon Venerable, and continued: "As for me, I don't want to die on the day I get married."

He only released the news that he was going to get married, except for Feng Yunhe who did not belong to this world, no one knew who he was going to marry.

The old Mozun looked at him, gradually slowed down the smile on his face, and lowered his head, not sure whether it was a mockery or a statement, "You look a lot like Song'er."

He sighed, "But the Demon Realm is not a plaything in your hands. If you, the Demon Lord, are really weak, the Mortal Realm will no longer be afraid. Those sects that hate the Demon Realm are very likely to attack—"

The old Demon Venerable looked at Mo Yun, his blood-red pupils dripping with the fluctuations of the years, "You are just like your father, you are impulsive, obsessed with love, and disregarding the overall situation. It is really a mistake for me to ask you to be this Demon Venerable. In this case, I might as well sit for a few more years and let Fengruo inherit."

The room became quiet, Mo Yun had a deep smile on his face, and did not refute his words, but asked another question: "Is it true or false that you said you were ashamed of my father?"

The old Mozun's pupils shrank slightly, which probably hit his sore spot.

His genius-like son fell in love with a female cultivator from the mortal world. Not to mention leaving the demon world without hesitation, he left behind a vile seed who was facing the mortal world.

愧？

When he brought Mo Yun back, he felt ashamed, but didn't he use that guilt to include Mo Yun in his plan, thinking that he would use Mo Song's son who shocked half the demon world to suppress this statue? bits——

"Are you confused? Even if I'm forced to step down at this time, it seems that Mo Fengruo's cultivation has not reached the point where he can sit on the honorable position in the past few years. Besides, she may be comfortable in the Song Mansion. Will listen to you."

When he first became the successor of the Demon Lord, there were always a few people who would provoke him. If he had no strength, he really couldn't sit still.

Mo Yun looked at the half-closed door, and suddenly got up and left, "I think Mr. Song will talk to you slowly, so I'll leave first."

The old devil looked at his back, paused, and suddenly said softly: "It's true that he won't be there for long."

Maybe he is old and confused, and really thinks that he can be defeated by the magic soldier under his hands?Do you really think that you can stir up public anger and let Moxiu carry out a crusade?When those three generals do not exist.

Maybe it's just that the donkey has no skills and wants to try everything.

Inside the Four Seasons House, Ye Wuchen summoned Shuang Jiang, stared at the snow-white sword body silently, and then stabbed himself without warning.

There was no warning at all, and even Shuang Jiang didn't realize that it hurt its master.Ye Wuchen's sword thrust was so precise that it was just below the heart, and if he moved it up a little bit, it would hurt the heart vein.

The sharp blade pierced the warm flesh with coldness, and even hurt the ribs. The pain was suffocating. I couldn't help looking for something to support, but found that even the fingertips were trembling.

The scarlet blood drenched his clothes, and stained large swaths of his white feathers.

Shuang Jiang carried his spiritual power, and was burrowing into the flesh along the wound, feeling a bone-piercing pain.

The system didn't expect Ye Wuchen to make such a noise when he checked the data, he was almost scared to death.

【What are you doing? ! 】

The system silenced after asking, now it's not to ask Ye Wuchen what he wants to do, but to call Mo Yun over to stop his behavior.

Ye Wuchen didn't even bother to deal with the system, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand, and pressed the edge of the table with the other, trembling slightly.

When Mo Yun came over, Ye Wuchen had already drawn out the sword on his body, and was thinking about stabbing him with the sword again. Just when he was about to hit him hard, Mo Yun reached out and grabbed the blood-stained sword.

From the fingertips, I don't know whose blood it is.

"Didn't you go to prepare for the marriage?" Ye Wuchen raised his head and saw that it was him, he couldn't help recalling what happened this morning.

At that time, he just woke up, staring at the glass bottle that had been smashed countless times, and then picked it up, intending to smash it on Mo Yun's face.

He didn't know why Mo Yun always picked up a bottle and put it next to his bed.

Just when he was about to smash it, Mo Yun slowly opened his eyes, and dragged Ye Wuchen back to the bed with sleepy eyes, and pressed him into his arms with familiar movements.

"Master..." The voice was a little hoarse after waking up, but the consciousness was clear, "When do you want to get married?"

"Not married."

Mo Yun opened his eyes in an instant, and his soft red eyes were covered with a thin layer of water, and he was wronged immediately, "You said yesterday that you wanted to marry me, and I even reported your size to the tailor shop gone."

Ye Wuchen looked at him as if he had lost his memory, and it took him a long time to hear him say, "I said that?"

Of course he said it, but at that time he was just stating a thought in his memory, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

Mo Yun didn't care about these things, he wanted to marry Ye Wuchen after so much trouble, even if he couldn't publicize Ye Wuchen's reputation among the people, he still had to take up etiquette.

He grabbed back Ye Wuchen who wanted to get up again, met his calm eyes unexpectedly, suddenly his heart tightened, swallowed those persuasive words in his stomach instantly, softened his voice, and whispered softly: "Mr. Will you marry me?"

Both of them were lying sideways on the bed, their eyes were facing each other, Ye Wuchen didn't feel the slightest movement when he heard the deliberately softened voice, he only moved his eyelashes slowly, and said in a flat voice, "I don't have feelings for you now."

Being rejected, Mo Yun put his arms around him, not letting him run away, and leaned on his shoulder sadly, "But I'm ready...Master..."

His voice was so aggrieved that he could hear some crying.

Suddenly, there was a trace of abnormality in the empty place in his heart, Ye Wuchen was startled, and subconsciously wanted to pursue the strange emotion that flashed past, but the feeling disappeared immediately.

Empty again.

He lowered his eyes, a little lost.

Mo Yun still hugged him with a stern face, touching his earlobe with warm lips, "Master, don't blame me."

"Just marry me, or I can marry you."

Ye Wuchen didn't feel anything, and even wanted to sleep a little.

Mo Yun was about to die of aggrieved, God knows how excited he was yesterday, today he poured a bucket of cold water on him, he choked with grievances, but was caught by Ye Wuchen, he stopped, and wrapped his arms around him so hard. Mo Yun lifted it away, and then ordered him with a flat face: "Cry for me."

"……what?"

"I made you cry."

Mo Yun had never heard such a request from his master, and he didn't know what to do for a while, then he frowned, his already slightly wet eyes gathered water, and negotiated with him, "Master, marry me?" Me, I just cry."

Ye Wuchen was busy trying to capture the emotions passing by in the emptiness, so he agreed without thinking.

Mo Yun smiled, and really cried for him.

But this time, Ye Wuchen didn't feel anything. He glanced at Mo Yun, whose voice was still choked up, and silently turned his head away.

Did he just sell himself?

After Mo Yun went out, Ye Wuchen grabbed the veiled bamboo hat and thought about what emotion was passing through that moment.

He searched for the feelings of the past in his memories, thinking about what kind of feelings he would have in his heart if his apprentice cried, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt empty, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt suffocated.

His heart was dug out, and he couldn't detect it in the world.

It's like there is a barrier of isolation. They know everything, but they just can't touch it.

Wanting to make a break, the long sword was pulled away by those memories.

Now being caught by Mo Yun, the man grabbed Shuang Jiang in front of him, as if he couldn't feel the pain, his five fingers tightened, blood dripped down the sword, and dripped onto the cold ground.

Ye Wuchen loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and raised his eyes to look at Mo Yun. There was no emotion in his dark pupils, which made his voice so cold, "You are hurt."

"What is Master doing?"

Mo Yun pulled Shuangjiang away from his hand, put it on the table beside him, his eyes fell on the wound on Ye Wuchen's heart, before he had time to ask, he pushed him to the side of the bed, and stripped off his clothes involuntarily , looking at the finger-length injury——

That piece of skin was smudged with a large amount of blood, and blood was still dripping from the wound, flowing down the skin onto the white clothes.

Mo Yun raised his eyes to stare at Ye Wuchen, then lowered his head and helped him deal with the wound in silence, while the sword wound on his hand simply stopped the bleeding and was done hastily.

"Master, please explain."

Ye Wuchen looked at his hand holding the sword, "You..."

"I'm fine, but you, what's the matter?"

Ye Wuchen couldn't explain it.

How is he going to explain?

His heart was empty, he wanted to penetrate the beating heart to see if it was real, or his heart was just a phantom, so it couldn't hold anything.

He said: "Put me in a dungeon, you should also know the plot, and end it all."

What a big blow this was, Mo Yun's heart tightened suddenly, and he asked him under his throat: "Master, you said you believed me, but now you don't believe it?"

"I..." Ye Wuchen hesitated.

He felt that he was so stupid in his memory, how could he feel relieved to hand over such a blank self to others.

The wound was painful, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. Ye Wuchen felt that he was not so stupid now.

"I believe you."

[Heartbeat value temporarily fluctuates, memory recovery rate drops]

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, grabbed Mo Yun's hand, and said softly, "Now, melt the flower I gave you into my body."