Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The power contained in that branch of peach blossom is a bit weird, Mo Yun didn't dare to take the flower condensed with spiritual power into Ye Wuchen's body for a while, Ye Wuchen looked at the hesitant look of this little bastard, wishing he could Give him a punch.

"Can I still hurt myself?"

Mo Yun's eyes shifted to the sword wound on his left heart, his bloody eyes sank slightly, "What Master said..."

[Host memory recovery rate drops to 70.00% and continues to decline]

The system prompt in his mind should make Ye Wuchen's scalp tingle, and he looked at this little bastard who was quite dissatisfied with his previous behavior, and finally parted his thin lips lightly, "This is my order to you."

Mo Yun paused when he heard the words, then lowered his head in silence, took out the branch of flowers, and began to form an array.

This was the first time Ye Wuchen used the contract of Baisha Green Bamboo to order Mo Yun. He used too much force, so he could only do things according to Ye Wuchen's orders, and he couldn't even speak.

Formation, Yunling.

The crimson peach blossom branches turned into mist at the fingertips, Mo Yun slowly led the spiritual mist to Ye Wuchen's body, the wound on the opponent's chest just stopped bleeding, and he hadn't had time to deal with it.

Ye Wuchen's body must be in pain. Mo Yun saw the fine cold sweat oozing from his forehead when he was delivering his spiritual power. Besides, he wanted to extradite this weird power into his body, so he didn't know how he felt. , will it hurt more?

Suddenly remembered what he said to himself just now——

"Put me in the dungeon, you should know the plot, and end it all."

Put it all to an end.

Thinking of this, Mo Yun's heart trembled slightly, his eyes turned red in an instant, but his body was controlled by the damn contract formation, bit by bit to extradite spiritual power for him.

After waiting for quite some time, Mo Yun was finally able to speak, his voice was astringent, and his mouth was crying: "Master, does it hurt?"

"You can't take it anymore, Master, I can end this right away, can Master bear it any longer?"

He lowered his head, did not look at Ye Wuchen, and only concentrated on the action of extradition of spiritual power for him. He put all his thoughts on Ye Wuchen, so that the hastily treated wound on his palm was lingering on the surface of Ye Wuchen. The spiritual power in his body was split and there was no time to take care of it.

"If you can't bear it, don't...don't torture yourself all the time, can't you stab me? You want to stab yourself..."

The more he spoke, the more he choked up, and the more he spoke, the more uncomfortable he became. At the end, his vision became blurred, so he couldn't help but raised his sleeve and wiped away his tears. However, seeing the blood on the man's body, his throat tightened, and another round of choking .

He didn't care about getting angry anymore, he just thought about it for himself, and then the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and he just wanted to cry so much.

Ye Wuchen concentrated on channeling the power in his body, completely isolating the sound of the outside world. When he opened his eyes, he immediately found a mask to cover his face, and then he saw Mo Mo, whose eyes were red from crying. allow.

He pursed his lips, feeling that the little bastard was in a mourning posture.

[The recovery rate of the host's memory has risen to 80.00%. Five, the state has stabilized.The host's heartbeat value for the protagonist has dropped to zero, and there is no fluctuation for the time being]

Ye Wuchen pulled back the clothes that Mo Yun forcibly pulled off his body, and when he raised his eyes, he was scrutinized by Mo Yun, he paused, and looked at his hand that was still bleeding, "Your hand... "

Hearing his tone, Mo Yun knew that this person would not comfort him now, so he put away the choked sobs, stopped the bleeding from the wound on his hand, then took out a red silk from the Liuyun Ring, and pulled Ye Wuchen Just start tying.

After tying him up tightly, Mo Yun made sure he couldn't mess around again, then moved him to another room, stripped off his clothes, and treated the wound carefully.

After finally bandaging the wound, Mo Yun stared at him, but didn't speak.

Ye Wuchen put on the mask with gold patterns on the white background again, looking at the red silk that tied his body up and the clothes that were roughly torn apart by the little bastard next to him, silent.

Why did he fall in love with a hooligan in his memory?

Mo Yun wanted to grab the mask he suddenly put on his face, but Ye Wuchen raised his hand subconsciously and pressed the mask tightly.

Seeing his reaction, Mo Yun had an intuition that he was hiding something, so he untied the red silk that bound his two wrists, and tied his hands behind his back with evil intentions.

The red silk was forged like a fairy rope, Ye Wuchen couldn't break free, so he knocked his forehead on his knees, trying to keep him from touching the mask.

Mo Yun is about to touch.

"Don't take it."

Ye Wuchen protested without deterrence, his voice was flat as if he was chatting, and he could vaguely hear some urgency.

Mo Yun took off the mask without much effort, he wanted to see what the master who said he believed in him was hiding from him——

On the upper part of Ye Wuchen's left cheek was a branch of two-color peach with a light crimson color. It didn't take up much space, it was as thin as a finger, and the petals just spread out at the end of his eyes. The mild color made his skin even more porcelain-white.

"Spiritual power stays." Ye Wuchen turned his head away, "Memory says I can't show it to you."

Mo Yun asked: "Why?"

"Ugly." Ye Wuchen obeyed the instructions in the memory, and hid as much as possible if he didn't want to show it to him. "In memory, I used a lot of spiritual power to preserve the memory, sealed it in this flower, and added some things. So I won’t forget it in the future.”

After a pause, he continued: "But because of the spells added, the spiritual power will stay on the skin for a while. I've tried it many times, and it's all on the face. It's too ugly."

Mo Yun subconsciously said, "Not ugly."

Ye Wuchen didn't even look at him, "In the past, I thought you had poor eyesight, and it made sense."

The two confronted each other for a while, and Mo Yun's red eyes returned to normal. He checked Ye Wuchen, who seemed to be out of this world, over and over again, and after confirming that there was nothing serious, he opened a water mirror in front of him.

There was no picture on the water mirror, only a small ripple appeared.

Mo Yun tied Ye Wuchen to the head of the bed, forced him to face the water mirror, and said: "This is above the water prison, if you want to go through the plot, just stay here obediently, Master is imprisoned now, don't mess around. "

Ye Wuchen heard the three words "going to the plot" from his mouth, paused, did not nod or shake his head, but instead glanced at Mo Yun, "Doesn't that mean you don't need to get married?"

Mo Yun tilted his head, "Master promised me, have you gone back on it?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he turned around and left, "Shuang Jiang, I will help Master keep it first, going through the plot and getting married are two different things, Master, please don't go back on your word."

Ye Wuchen stared at the unwavering water mirror in front of him, and suddenly thought of a question.

After Mo Yun took off his clothes, did he forget to put them on for him?

His hands were tied behind his back with a red ribbon and buckled at the head of the bed. His outer shirt was basically completely taken off, and his inner shirt was opened. That little bastard tied his whole body up with a trick he learned from somewhere, and he looked like a gentleman. appearance.

Immortal Master Ye felt that he might be a red rice dumpling now.

He asked the system, "You used to take my clothes off, can you help me dress them now?"

【I don't have this right】

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, and didn't bother to care about it.

The water mirror suddenly had an image, Ye Wuchen raised his eyes to look at the picture inside, and asked the system unconsciously, "Is this the TV of this world?"

However, there was no system to answer his question, and the system that was still there just now seemed to disappear in an instant without a trace.

Ye Wuchen was just talking casually at first, and didn't expect to get a response. He raised his eyelids, fixed his eyes on the water mirror, pondered for a moment, and began to release his spiritual consciousness, trying to find out what kind of spell it was.

But there was no spiritual power fluctuation in the room, Ye Wuchen stared at the water mirror, no longer explored, just looked at the picture that appeared on it.

After a while, Mo Yun stood in a different place. His white robe was covered with dark bamboo patterns, he held a feather fan, and stood with his hands behind his back. The world was cold, his clothes were like snow, and his eyes were like fire.

"I heard that you are not satisfied with me, the demon?"

Generally, if someone makes trouble, they will be dealt with by the three generals simply because they don't enter the Demon Palace, but the Demon Lord has never appeared in person to ask for an explanation.

Someone said: "You are the running dog of the mortal world!"

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and some people jumped out to accuse, and what's more, they directly attacked and uttered lies.

"Bitch!"

Mo Yun paused, the smile on his face faded away, I don't know if it was an illusion, Ye Wuchen always felt that the person in the water mirror looked back at him.

Among the various attacks, Mo Yun quickly caught that person, tore off the shaft of the feather fan in his hand, and the soft feathers turned into sharp sword feathers due to the support of spiritual power, surrounding him, defending against those attacks is also impressive. Can't get in.

"What did you just say?"

That man was a man with a dirty mouth, he was uneducated when he scolded people, and he repeated a few words, but he was bloody and useless. Now seeing the demon king suddenly approaching him and asking, he subconsciously shouted: "I said you Damn it is... ah!!!"

Mo Yun stepped on his chest, with his toes exerting strength, crushing his ribs, "Sorry, I suddenly don't want to listen."

After dealing with that person, Mo Yun looked at the circle of people who were overthinking their abilities and wanted to kill him, and suddenly felt that the old devil lying on the bed was quite powerful, so he could stir people's hearts.

However, it is also obvious that he has been partial to the mortal world recently.

Everyone was so excited when he caught Ye Wuchen at first, but now they are so disappointed.

He stood there as if he was slaughtered by others, but only those in the game knew that he couldn't get into him at all.The evil feather turned into a short blade in his hand, after several changes, it became a pure white feather fan again.

The ground was in a mess, and he didn't have any blood on it

"Hmm..." Mo Yun looked at those demon cultivators who were blood-inspired, Shen Ling for a moment, and said softly: "Go back, I can't show him the next one."

The picture in the water mirror suddenly disappeared, and even the mirror turned into smoke, lingering around the body, and turned into reality again.

Ye Wuchen's vision went dark for a moment, and when he saw the light again, he found that he seemed to be in a bottle.

"..."

What bottle can hold him down?

Ye Wuchen looked around, inexplicably thinking of the illusion in Yulu Jianhua Mansion——

He didn't understand why he was always locked by the bottle?

Fortunately, no one buried him this time. Ye Wuchen recalled the picture he saw in the water environment just now, and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Suddenly recalled some hazy things, in that blank area, where the golden sand flowed, he saw—whom did he see?

The system that just disappeared is back, dutifully reporting the value.

[Host memory recovery rate rises to 70.00——falls to [-]%, and continues to decline]

There is a throbbing pain in the brain, I don't know if it is because of being locked up by this bottle, even the breathing is a little stagnant.

The imprint of the peach branch on Ye Wuchen's cheek glowed faintly, and the light spots fell on his dizzy eyes, and his mind gradually cleared up.

[The recovery rate of the host's memory has risen to 80.00% five, the data has stabilized]

Only then did Ye Wuchen realize that the bottles trapped around him were not bottles, but just an illusion.

When Mo Yun came back, Ye Wuchen had already fallen asleep, he untied the red silk from the man's body, stared at him for a moment, rested his finger on the mark on his cheek, and pressed it lightly.

Ten days later in the evening, the sun was already setting, and Ye Wuchen not only had a glass bottle beside his bed, but also a wedding dress.

Only then did Master Ye realize that he seemed to be getting married.

So he began to think about whether his marriage with someone who obviously had no feelings for him was considered a fraudulent marriage.

Looking at his pensive look, Mo Yun thought that he was dissatisfied with the wedding dress, so he shook off the red dress and put it in front of him, "Why is there dissatisfaction, Master? Order someone to change it."

The red embroidered gold silk satin is forged according to his size, the style is complicated and luxurious, and the sleeves are carefully stitched and embroidered with acacia patterns.

"This is the wedding dress."

Ye Wuchen looked at it for a moment and figured it out.

Mo Yun smiled harmlessly, "Master promised to marry me."

Ye Wuchen then went to look at the hair accessories that came together, took a red jade-encrusted gold hairpin and weighed it in his hand, Shen Ling said, "It's a bit heavy."

Not to mention that there are still a bunch of them, all of which are stuck in his hair so that the neck can't be broken.

He glanced at Mo Yun, "You wear it."

"Master's size, I can't fit it."

"Then I won't be married."

"Why is it like playing house?"

Ye Wuchen ignored him, and went to fiddle with the powder cardamom over there, "Do you want to rub these?"

Mo Yun put down the wedding dress, picked up a porcelain bottle, wiped the lip balm inside with his fingers, and pressed Ye Wuchen's back of the head to wipe it, his eyes serious.

Ye Wuchen realized that Mo Yun had already put a bronze mirror in front of him, "Does it look good?"

"Like a ghost."

"..."

Mo Yun sometimes found that his master was really straight.

Changye Street is covered with red silk and brocade, to celebrate the Demon Lord's wedding, even if many people are dissatisfied with this Demon Lord who is devoted to the mortal world, but they can't bear the beating of others, so I have come to quietly talk to a quail in recent days like.

As Song Zhiyi was worried about, a few days before the big wedding, there were really a few people who wanted to make some noise with more enemies, and then they were all taken away by the same pot.

How could Mo Yun let them make trouble at such a time?

Here, Ye Wuchen is still thinking about whether his behavior belongs to the category of fraudulent marriage.

"What's the definition of a cheating marriage?"

The system seemed to know everything, and immediately gave an answer.

[Usually interpreted as defrauding money by using marriage as a bait]

Ye Wuchen thought for a while, looked at the banknotes in Xanadu, and felt that Mo Yun really didn't have any money that he could cheat.

He stood in front of the bed, put down the gauze hat that he had been holding in his hand, picked up the wedding dress, looked at it for a moment, and tried it on.