Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

[There is something in the scarf]

In the early morning light, the first thing Mo Yun did when he got up was to check if the things under him were broken with lingering fear. After the inspection, he went to look at Ye Wuchen who was sleeping next to him, with his fingertips on his fan-like eyelashes. Swipe up.

His master almost castrated him yesterday.

Mo Yun deeply understood what joy in pain is.

His master was still asleep, his eyes were closed defenselessly, his breathing was shallow, Mo Yun moved a little closer, the tip of his nose touched, his breath intertwined, the intertwined love in his eyes was shattered and turned into water.

After staring at Ye Wuchen for a moment, Mo Yun got up, tidied up the scattered golden hair accessories on the bed, tidied up the two faded wedding dresses, and folded them aside.

The color of the bed was newly laid red yesterday, and even the curtains were replaced with new ones. The mandarin ducks were embroidered with gold and silver threads playing in the water. Ye Wuchen was hidden in the joyful colors, and his cold white skin inevitably made him look a little thin.

Then Mo Yun ran to the bed and lay down for a while, his eyelids were lifted, his red eyes were soaked with water, "Master, I'm leaving first."

When Ye Wuchen woke up, he was not tied up by the familiar red silk and satin, but saw the glass bottles all over the room. He stared at those things speechlessly, with a numb face.

Does Mo Yun have any strange hobbies?

He picked up a glass bottle that was close to him, and looked at it carefully - the bottle was moist in texture, carefully polished, with a layer of strange power attached to it, which couldn't be detected with Ye Wuchen's cultivation.

Looking at the glass bottle, he suddenly lost his mind.

It seems that he is still in the magic palace, or in some empty place with golden sand flowing, or in a trench full of gunpowder, who exactly did he see?

The answer was ready to come out, but there was a sudden sharp pain in the brain, and the thoughts that had been sorted out became a mess again, like smoke that could not be caught, slipping through the eyes and slipping through the fingers.

Headache.

The surroundings were still red curtains that had just been set up yesterday, and the golden red was covered with happy colors, but it was so - like blood.

My thoughts were suddenly confused, a mess.

Mo Yun's appearance is the closest to that of an acquaintance. Ye Lichuan, who visited suddenly yesterday, has revealed too much information to him. Things that can be guessed at a glance on weekdays seem to be blocked by a wall at this time. , The line that was cleared up was broken again.

Ye Wuchen suddenly thought, would Mo Yun feel the same way when he was forced to have a hazy memory?

He opened his eyes and looked around, but it was not a familiar color, it was pitch black, only some light was revealed from a distance.

Where is he?

No one answered him, he couldn't even see himself, and the black man who couldn't see his fingers made him curl up unconsciously, hiding in the darkness, a little at a loss.

Still have a headache.

"come over."

Suddenly heard a voice, pounding heavily into the torrent of memory, knocking out waves and churning, several dull pains in the brain, involuntarily closed his eyes again.

Suddenly the smell of alcohol approached, Fangfei overflowed, and heard an old voice, "Child? What's wrong with you?"

The old man in Xanadu looked at Ye Wuchen who suddenly appeared here, walked up to him with a flagon and sat down, and patted his shoulder, "This small world is bound to your soul, but it's been a little unstable recently. , did something happen outside?"

Hearing this voice, Ye Wuchen opened his eyes, his eyes were full of bright colors, the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of peach blossoms, the sky was full of red rain, and the fallen flowers were colorful.

The old man took a sip of wine beside him, "Your soul seems unstable recently, and this small world has also been affected, and it will shake twice from time to time."

Ye Wuchen looked at the old man, closed his eyes in a daze, did not answer his words, but said: "Are you getting younger?"

The old man paused, and looked at his hands subconsciously. The dry skin like tree bark had returned to the well-defined appearance of his youth, and the palms and fingertips still had thick calluses from the battle.

Ye Wuchen handed him a bronze mirror, and the person inside looked like a young man with clear eyes.

The old man didn't know whether he was surprised or dumbfounded. He couldn't hold the jug in his hand, and fell to the ground, spilling the crystal clear wine all over the floor.

He made a sound, his throat a little hoarse, "It's the Immortal Emperor..."

At the same time, Ye Wuchen's brain throbbed again, accompanied by overwhelming lethargy, several ups and downs, unable to escape.

In an instant, he fell into darkness again, all his thoughts were monopolized, Ye Wuchen curled up there, he didn't have the mind to think about the sudden change of scene, now he has a splitting headache.

"Master Ye Immortal."

Suddenly remembered knocking on the door, and then heard Feng Yunhe's voice.

Ye Wuchen had no choice but to open his eyes again, but he didn't see the darkness anymore. He glanced at the glass bottle he was still holding in his hand, got out of bed thoughtfully, put on a coat casually and opened the door, seeing someone coming , smiled instinctively, "What's the matter?"

The snow was melting outside, the early spring was still cold, and a warm sun rose from the sky. Feng Yunhe, who was standing in front of the door, kept his head down, "The wedding date has come."

"Ah?" Ye Wuchen paused, his head ached and his thoughts were confused.

He just met Mo Yun yesterday, and the real wedding date should be six days later, why now...

[The host has been in a coma for six days, conforming to the plot line of the outline, the plot has started, and the task of capturing the protagonist is in progress]

"Outline..." Ye Wuchen blinked slowly, "Plot line?"

That was the outline he wrote down, the memory of those was already a little fuzzy, I vaguely remembered that what he wrote down was——

His memory was too vague, and he couldn't think of it for a while, but the system said it for him.

【After Ye Wuchen was imprisoned in the Demon Realm, he was tortured for several days and abused in every possible way. After six days of being in a coma due to his weak body, Mo Yun lost his patience, peeled his pills and deboned him, and submerged him in the frozen lake. 】

tormented for days—

Mo Yun's persecution to him when he first arrived in the Demon Realm was indeed a kind of torture for him at that time.

All kinds of insults——

If there is no medicine given to him by the system, these four words are very likely to really happen.

running out of patience...

The number of times I saw Mo Yun recently has indeed decreased a lot.

Ye Wuchen glanced outside, and saw a red sedan chair with a golden roof parked beside the courtyard, which was much more complicated than the one Mo Yun rode that day, and it seemed luxurious and luxurious.

He closed his eyes, looked at the objects on the lacquered wooden tray in Feng Yunhe's hand, took them over, and didn't say much, just said, "Got it."

After that, he walked back into the house and closed the door behind him.

Feng Yunhe pressed the door and said: "Your Majesty is afraid that the immortal master will not tidy up, so he sent someone to change your clothes."

"He sent someone...?" Ye Wuchen paused, and responded obediently, "Let someone come in."

"He'll be here later."

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, "Then I'll go back to the room and wait."

Feng Yunhe then exited the Four Seasons Residence, saw the solemn scene outside, looked up at the sky, and remained silent.

After returning to the room, Ye Wuchen sat at the table, frowned, looked at the complicated wedding dress, and began to fiddle with it.

This is the first wedding dress that Mo Yun sent over. The style is really complicated. Ye Wuchen stood up and shook off the clothes. Toss.

The unusually quiet system over there must know something, but Ye Wuchen didn't ask any more. Ever since he came to the Demon Realm, all of Mo Yun's actions seemed to be purposeful. I don't plan to ask any more.

Ye Wuchen managed to put on the complicated dress, the neckline was wrinkled, he didn't bother to care about it, and then he set his sights on the heavy and complicated golden jade phoenix crown.

He thought his neck would break, so he didn't want to wear it, so he took a hair tie and tied his hair casually before going out, but his head still hurt a little.

At this moment, the person sent by Mo Yun came, walked behind him, put a bronze mirror in front of him, and then began to braid his hair.

Inside the bronze mirror, the man was wearing a luxurious black robe and a hood, his face could not be seen clearly, only two slender hands with well-defined joints were entangled in his hair, tidying him up little by little.

He didn't speak, Ye Wuchen didn't intend to talk to anyone, his head was still aching, the glass bottle he was holding was still in his hand, his eyes were red with joy, but he closed them.

Gradually there was some weight on the head, which was within Ye Wuchen's tolerance.

"Okay." The man spoke behind him, looked at Ye Wuchen in the bronze mirror with frowning brows, stretched out his hand, but just straightened the folds of his neckline.

The man left after speaking, Ye Wuchen looked at the glass bottle in his hand, grasped it tightly, pulled the red hijab beside him and opened the door.

Feng Yunhe kept his head down all the time, and when he saw the door opened, he suddenly reminded: "Your Majesty also said something, and asked his subordinates to tell the immortal master."

He paused when he said this, probably thinking about how to paraphrase, "He said, this can't be regarded as a big marriage in the true sense. The ceremony of marriage has already been completed, and the immortal master is already considered married."

Ye Wuchen had a severe headache right now, so he responded hastily and sat in the sedan chair without looking at the scene inside. He threw the red hijab in his hand on his face and leaned against the corner.

"What does Mo Yun want to do?"

This question was for the system, but the system did not answer. After reporting the series of familiar values, there was another prompt tone.

[The plot line has been opened, the task of conquering the protagonist is in progress, and the degree of the protagonist's strategy is temporarily kept secret]

The system didn't say what the task of capturing the protagonist this time was, Ye Wuchen grabbed the glass bottle in his hand and closed his eyes.

The old man in Xanadu was still surprised by his appearance, he didn't even drink his favorite wine, he stared blankly at himself in the bronze mirror, suddenly, suddenly looked around, looking for something.

Ye Wuchen only felt melancholy and relieved when he heard such a voice when his headache was about to split. The voice was clearly the hearty voice of a young and middle-aged man, but with a bit of the vicissitudes of the years.

"Thank you for the wine, kid, I think I have to go."

Joy was suddenly played outside, and the loud and noisy sound made Ye Wuchen's head hurt even more. He lifted a corner of the car curtain and wanted to see the situation outside, but he forgot that his head was still covered with a red hijab. Did not respond.

The old man didn't know what he saw, from flustered to calm, looking at the crystal clear wine scattered all over the ground in Xanadu, he suddenly let out a long sigh.

"I've lived for so long, I should have left long ago."

"Child, thanks to meeting you, otherwise I would be bored to death, how could I have such a good drink..."

The sedan chair he was sitting on was stable, but the joy outside was really disturbing, Ye Wuchen finally sat upright, and wanted to lift the hijab on his head, but entered the paradise first.

The old man had nothing to do, just sat there drinking carefully.

"Hey, are you here?"

His wrinkled face was full of smiles, Ye Wuchen only felt that the moment he saw him, his headache got worse, waves of dizziness hit him, he could only sit by the tree, Head on knees.

The old man didn't know if he was drunk or what, but he said indistinctly, "Your soul is much better than before."

Ye Wuchen hummed lightly for some reason, although he didn't know what he was talking about.

The old man continued: "When I saw you back then, I thought you had a kind face. I didn't expect it to be a reunion."

"What?" Ye Wuchen finally couldn't help asking, the old man glanced at him and patted his shoulder, "I said, I'm leaving, and you should go back too."

Suddenly, I heard those two familiar words again, in a gentle and low voice, and seemed to be pleading, "Come here."

This familiar yet unfamiliar voice exploded in his mind, Ye Wuchen glanced at the old man who continued to drink, and suddenly found that his body had become transparent.

The old man didn't care about this, he just asked him: "Do you still remember what I told you about the Immortal Emperor back then?"

These two words hit his heart again, Ye Wuchen nodded, thinking that the old man would say something more before leaving, but he just patted his shoulder again, and only heard four words.

"Just remember."

The old man is in a spirit state, he has lived in this paradise for so long, he should have left the world long ago, he looked at Ye Wuchen, his voice was still mature, even though his face was so young.

"I just said you look good, little doll."

Ye Wuchen didn't know what to say, but looked at this person's body transparent inch by inch, his heart was becoming more and more empty after being swallowed up by all emotions and desires, and he couldn't even feel the ordinary sadness of parting.

Looking at the old man, recalling the past, he could only say: "Goodbye, sir."

"Hey!" The old man laughed suddenly, "Call me uncle again? Look at how young I am!"

People who have lived for a long time are always open-minded, and continue to sip the wine until the hand can no longer hold the flagon. He smacks his lips, probably reminiscing about the aroma of the wine just now.

That youthful face has been engraved with time, and the smile is always so mature.

He was the only person left in the battle between gods and demons, and living in this small world also tasted some comfort that he had never experienced in the war.

It’s just that living too long is boring. There are so many flowers in this small world. He counted them many times, and when he was tired, he would sleep.

There are also people who will find this small world, bind it with their own souls, accompany him for a while, and then disappear.

Until I met Ye Wuchen.

He had never seen a man with so many clothes.

Thinking of this, the old man smiled, "Hey, why do you always have so many clothes?"

Ye Wuchen replied: "They were all sent by my senior brother."

"Then your senior brother is very good."

A few words of small talk, the old man still vanished into the world, under the colorful falling leaves, Ye Wuchen stared at the place where the old man left, surprisingly caught a trace of discomfort in his empty heart, but when he heard the deep voice again, he couldn't Consciously look over.

"Come back to me, okay?"

The man leaning under the peach blossom tree couldn't see his face clearly, a gust of wind blew red rain down on the tree, Ye Wuchen paused for a moment, just as he took a step there, a sudden joy sounded in his ears again.

Someone just knocked on the gong and raised his voice, "The auspicious time has come—"

Ye Wuchen opened his eyes in the sedan chair, and through the gaps in the tassels hanging under the red hijab, he saw that the outside curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and someone in red clothes held an umbrella and stretched out a hand to him.

"Let me take you in, Master Immortal."

Ye Wuchen paused, pulled off the red hijab on his head, saw the face of the person coming, and flatly refused, "I'll go by myself."

Feng Yunhe hastily lifted away the Meihu who suddenly ran over to disturb her. Meihu probably still felt unwilling, but looked at the person who walked out of the car curtain alone, but didn't complain. He just asked Feng Yunhe next to him, "Respect up?"

Feng Yunhe glanced at him, "Take care of yourself."