Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Standing in front of the full-length water mirror gathered with spiritual power, Ye Wuchen didn't bother to look at himself inside, he was about to fight with that wedding dress.

Why is it so complicated...

"...Master, let me help you wear it."

Mo Yun observed by the door for a while, couldn't help but stepped forward to straighten the wedding dress he had put on so hard, bent down to straighten his shirt, and smiled, "Master, I'll help you put on makeup later." .”

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, "Do I still need to wear makeup when I look like this? Isn't that more like a woman?"

"No way. Master is handsome."

Ye Wuchen seldom wears colorful clothes, and the white clothes he usually wears are always deserted, but now he puts on a red silk and gold silk wedding dress, which is really seductive and not vulgar.

It suddenly occurred to him that when he first met in this life, Ye Wuchen came to look for him at the disciple acceptance meeting, and that scarlet dress he wore was because he wanted to break his fantasy about him.

Mo Yun raised his head and glanced at Ye Wuchen, who was being manipulated by him, and suddenly pressed the back of his head, closing the distance.

His master is very good-looking, the upturned peach blossom eyes are always extremely gentle, as if the lingering misty rain from the south of the Yangtze River is falling inside, and the two soft and dense eyelashes are slightly lifted, like butterfly wings fluttering.

But he is always gentle and messy in normal times, and people often ignore this slightly weird appearance. Now, at this moment, the mark dotted on his cheek due to the retention of spiritual power makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Ye Wuchen: "If you want to kiss, kiss, it's so boring every day."

Mo Yun: "..."

Well, now his master doesn't even know how to be shy.

Ye Wuchen didn't feel anything about this kiss, it seemed like two pieces of skin touched each other, and he couldn't feel any charming thoughts.

Mo Yun felt that the current Ye Wuchen was too easy to be bullied, so he couldn't help asking: "Master, can anyone treat you like this?"

Ye Wuchen only said two words to him, "Memory."

If those memories were not still there, he would have returned to the Immortal Sword Gate a long time ago. He escaped every time the system caught him. How could he play this kind of marriage game with Mo Yun so obediently in the devil world.

Siji lived on the bedside, Ye Wuchen was tied up again by the little bastard, he looked at the red silk and satin that tied him up and the weird knots on it, and looked at Mo Yun who was smiling sweetly over there.

"I'm still worried about Master staying here alone, so I had to lock you up."

He sat on the side of the bed, his eyes moistened with blood, he hooked his fingers around a knot on Ye Wuchen's body, put it around his fingertips, and the red silk was tied even tighter.

"I also have a task." Mo Yun suddenly spit out such a sentence, "So the plot will be completed with Master."

He leaned over to Ye Wuchen, met those emotionless eyes, and said softly: "Reciprocity, since the master said that we are going to get married, the process must not be left behind."

After he finished speaking, inexplicable emotions appeared in his eyes, and finally returned to calm.

Ye Wuchen was tied up tightly by him, so he couldn't move at all. He had already taken off his wedding dress and changed into the plain white dress, so the red silk satin was more conspicuous. Now he doesn't know whether to say he is deserted or coquettish.

Mo Yun's body is very strange, perhaps because he has been holding back for a long time, it's easy to get delusional thoughts when he sees this person, not to mention the appearance of this person who is at the mercy of others and asks the king to decide.

Ye Wuchen didn't know where he saw it, and asked silently, "Are you going out to play?"

The depths of winter have passed, and there is spring, but the weather is still slightly cold, and occasionally there will be a last snowfall.

A few days before the wedding, Ye Wuchen received another completely different set of wedding dresses, which he ignored at first until the system released a task that he didn't expect.

[The task of capturing the protagonist is started, please put on the wedding dress and marry the protagonist]

The bamboo grove is rustling, but there is the warmth of early spring, and suddenly the sky is filled with crimson peaches, like red rain, spreading crimson colors all over the place.

Amidst the bright colors of the courtyard, a new sedan chair was parked end to end. The top of the pagoda was painted brightly, with thin red flowing gauze hanging from the four corners, hanging down to the bottom.

Ye Wuchen listened to the system's words and changed into the newly delivered wedding dress. He looked up at the sky full of red rain, the sun was setting in the evening, and the afterglow was strong, but he didn't know where he got such a thing in the weather that was not yet spring. Many scarlet peach blossoms.

Stepping on the ground paved with peach petals, the happy boots opened the car curtain——

Mo Yun suddenly came to look for Ye Wuchen wearing a wedding dress. His set of gold silk brocade, cloud shoulders, embroidered phoenix patterns Du Ruo, tassels and gold tassels hanging on both sides of the skirt, slender waist, figure slender.

This little bastard didn't know why he was going crazy, he took the crown and replaced it with a phoenix crown, covered his face with a veil, sat in the red sedan chair, held a gold jade silk face fan, and for no reason gave birth to the idea of ​​being slim and graceful.

He stretched out his hand, with the Liuyun ring on the index finger of that hand, Ye Wuchen subconsciously supported it, when his fingertips touched, there was always a strange emotion rushing from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't seem to be in the mood to take care of that now.

The person holding him walked dignifiedly at every step, and when he got closer, I heard him whispering softly, with a little smile, his voice was always soaked in syrup, and seemed to be poisoned, "Mr.

Ye Wuchen paused, he couldn't tell what it was like to pass by, but he just brought this thing back to Sijiju.

A section of the road, two people, the crimson color on the ground, the hi-red color on the body, no one disturbs them, under the afterglow, the pale long shadows behind the two people are stretched very long and close together.

It took a surprisingly long time to walk this road.

I always feel that I have been walking for a long time, probably because the surroundings are too quiet, or maybe the hand being held back is too tight.

This is the most peaceful marriage in the world, no one else is needed, they only have each other on this road.

"Master." Mo Yun said suddenly, "Don't be surprised to see the people inside later, just follow the procedure."

Ye Wuchen didn't know what surprise was at all now, and just led him forward.But when he stepped on the steps, he was stunned as soon as he opened the door. There was a section of red carpet on the main hall, and the flower petals were scattered from nowhere, and he didn't know when Ye Lichuan who was sitting there came.

His voice was still as gentle as in memory, "Chen'er is married..."

Ye Lichuan was no longer in the white clothes, but changed into a embroidered gown with gold and jade bat patterns. The pattern on the waist girdle was very similar to the white gold pattern mask that Ye Wuchen often wore. He still wore the jade pendant, his purple eyes sparkled, smiled at him.

There were no other people around, but Ye Wuchen inexplicably heard some cheers, and vaguely heard the word "Lord God" with a mechanical sound.

He couldn't allow him to think too much, and suddenly someone next to him coughed lightly, the voice was a little familiar, and he said four words, "Bow to heaven and earth."

"Two thanks to the high hall."

Standing up and kneeling down again, the brand new wedding dress on Ye Wuchen was low and luxurious, with golden silk embroidered cranes and cloud pattern duruo.Even if you enter the red world, you are still like a fairy.

Ye Lichuan's eyes were on his own son, and when he had seen enough, he went to look at Mo Yun who was wearing a wedding dress. He was deliberately short, only a little taller than the people beside him, and he didn't feel any disobedience.

When Qing Jun read the last sentence, he paused and said, "We are all in one mind."

Ye Wuchen turned around, raised his eyes to see the little bastard who suddenly made a mess, bent his body, and obeyed the ceremony.

Li Cheng, Ye Wuchen looked at Ye Lichuan who came over suddenly, and subconsciously called "Father."

Qing Jun next to him wanted to lure Mo Yun, who hadn't lifted his hijab, to the master bedroom, but he slapped him away with a fan, and walked back to the house on his own.

Qing Jun: "..."

Ye Lichuan looked at his son, "Chen'er, congratulations."

"Ah? Hmm..." Ye Wuchen hadn't recovered from Mo Yun's sudden coquettish operation, looked at the scattered petals on the ground, and didn't know what he was asking, "Why so suddenly...? "

Ye Lichuan thought he was asking about the sudden marriage, and said, "Maybe it's Mo Yun who is delicate and wants to be your bride once."

Ye Wuchen paused, flipped through the pictures in his memory, and concluded, "He is indeed quite delicate."

Ye Lichuan lowered his head and smiled, walked in front of him, looked at the imprint of peach branches on his face due to the retention of spiritual power, raised his hand, probably wanting to touch his head, but it stopped on his shoulder , "I thought you wouldn't fall in love with him."

"Huh? I also now..." Ye Wuchen stopped talking at this point, did not say the second half of the sentence, hesitated for a moment, or changed the subject, and asked: "Do you live here long?"

"No, Father still has something to do." Ye Lichuan and others kept their eyes on the mark on his face, and suddenly heaved a long sigh, "If Mo Yun can solve everything, I don't have to go to her... that's fine. "

He was probably talking to himself, Ye Wuchen didn't understand it, he only heard his last words a little melancholy, with a bit of depression, "Why is it so cheap for that brat?"

Ye Lichuan had the feeling that his own cabbage had been poached by a pig.

A certain Mo Yun, who had licked the cabbage, was poking secretly on the arranged bed, waiting for the cabbage to lift his hijab. However, Ye Wuchen, the groom, seemed to have forgotten that there was a bride waiting for him in the house.

The main reason was that this happened so suddenly that Ye Wuchen didn't react at all, so he left Mo Yun alone all afternoon, and Mo Yun sat on the bed in an unusually dazed manner, only wanting to cry so much.

The Demon Realm is simple and rough, so the Demon Lord's wedding does not need to go to the church, just carry a sedan chair to transport Ye Wuchen to his bedroom, and the two can start to sleep without rest.

Mo Yun wanted a mortal marriage ceremony, so he arranged those early. Of course, there were some considerations, which were for Ye Wuchen's seal.

Ye Wuchen sat on the chair and thought about how Ye Lichuan got here, as if Mo Yun had discussed something with someone behind his back, and what he did was always so unexpected and reasonable.

So Immortal Master Ye was so obsessed with thinking, he let Mo Yun, who was wearing a wedding dress, stay in the empty boudoir alone for most of the night when he got married for the first time.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that Ye Wuchen remembered that Mo Yun was still in the other room. He was silent for a moment, and continued to think about whether he would be tied up by the little bastard if he went in now.

After all, he went in, and Ye Wuchen found Mo Yun who was so wronged that he wanted to cry, and who was very obedient and did not lift his hijab by himself in the wedding room arranged by someone.

He directly pulled off Mo Yun's hijab and said, "Sorry, I forgot about you."

Mo Yun raised his head, his face was gloomy, his eyes were gloomy, and he put the red hijab on his head again, "Do it again!"

Who lifts the hijab directly by hand? !

Ye Wuchen didn't know what was going on in his mind, but felt that maybe his actions just now were a little rough, so he softened his movements, and pulled the hijab off again with his hands.

Mo Yun: "..."

His master is really not up to the mark sometimes.

After finally satisfying this little bastard, Ye Wuchen began to talk to him, "How did my father get here? And this house, I didn't have these things when I went out."

Mo Yun looked at him, his face still depressed, "Master, think about it carefully, you will know."

Ye Lichuan and Qing Jun are both people from the main temple, and they are also people who have seen the white flame touch.

Ye Wuchen thought for a while, then suddenly changed the topic to another place, "We are married now, how many days will it be?"

Mo Yun: "Again."

The words were very capricious, Ye Wuchen glanced at him, and suddenly asked inexplicably: "What do you want to do that day?"

Mo Yun paused, avoiding the essence of his words, "I'm going to be a master on that day."

Ye Wuchen didn't know what he thought of, he was silent for a moment, and handed him his hand, "Tie me up, the plot still has to go."

"Master, today is our wedding day." Mo Yun raised his neck, the heavy phoenix crown on his head really made his neck sore, "What can we do?"

"My body won't react." Ye Wuchen sat next to him and pointed out the truth, "You can only go outside to play."

Mo Yun: "..."

The wedding candle was burning and flickering, Mo Yun ran to the table angrily and poured two glasses of wine, resting his chin and looking at his good master who was indifferent, "Master, let's drink together."

Ye Wuchen had no choice but to sit at the table, took the glass of wine he handed across the table, looked down at the clear wine inside, and looked at Mo Yun over there, "Have you never thought about it?" Marry me?"

"I'm married to Master."

Ye Wuchen looked at this little bastard whose wings had stiffened, and some strange emotions filled his empty heart. These emotions prompted him to put down the wine glass in his hand, dragged Mo Yun to sit by the bed, and embroidered the top again. Longfeng's red hijab was covered for him.

back to normal.

He picked up the weighing pole wrapped in embroidered red silk at the table, pondered for a moment, and slowly lifted Mo Yun's hijab, the man inside raised his head slightly, the joy and love in his eyes were crushed, engraved in his bones, The corners of the mouth are slightly curled, always so obedient, and extremely mysterious.

In fact, he put some rouge on his face, just a little bit, which made his deep facial features a bit enchanting, and his bloody eyes were soaked with luster, reflecting Ye Wuchen's shadow.

The hooligan who molested Ye Wuchen went online, "Should I call my husband now?"

Ye Wuchen ignored him, put the things in his hands aside, and glanced at the ornaments on his hair.

The phoenix crown and gold hairpin on Mo Yun's head was even more complicated than the one given to Ye Wuchen that day, just looking at his neck made him sore, Ye Wuchen said: "I'll help you take it."

"No." Mo Yun said, "It took me a long time to get it up, Master will look at it later."

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, walked to the table and brought over two glasses of wine, one for him, and one for himself.

The aroma of the wine is clear, and the one used is probably Nanzhu wine. It is considered an etiquette to drink after handing over glasses.

Mo Yun didn't ask for much, Ye Wuchen could always give it, but it was always a bit late.

The little brat dangled in front of him all night with that complicated hair ornament, showing off how beautiful he is like a peacock spreading its tail, and occasionally walked around in front of him, "Master, do I look good?"

Ye Wuchen just asked: "Did the wedding dress you gave me be cut to the wrong size by accident and sent to me?"

Mo Yun kissed him directly.

The hotbed was messy, Ye Wuchen was a poison, just touching it made him burn with lust, the hair ornaments on his head made a small sound, Ye Wuchen straightened up with difficulty, trying to help him remove those things.

Even though the feelings for this person are empty in my heart, there are always some subconscious concerns that cannot be changed.

But his body couldn't respond, so Mo Yun only stayed on the surface, on the edge of the sea of ​​desire, and knew how to cherish his treasures.

Ye Wuchen knew what his body looked like, and also knew that Mo Yun's real guns were based on his comfort level. He thought for a moment, and grabbed Mo Yun who was so lustful and wanted to go out to play for a while.

"I'll help you."