Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

This is the authoritative section of the Demon Palace. The 41 steps go up one by one, and the Du Ruowen silk carpet is laid, leading to the respected seat on the top. Mo Yun sits on it, surrounded by alternating red silk. Robe of black and gold, with a hood.

Hidden under this luxurious black background was the red wedding dress on her body. Mo Yun glanced around, got up silently, walked down the steps, and went to the side hall to change this dress.

The black-gold robe and the hi-red wedding dress fell at his feet, and he walked away without tidying up.

the other side.

The phoenix crown and the xiapei, the morning glow fades away.

Someone opened the vermilion gate to welcome Ye Wuchen, and it only took a few steps for him to walk inside.

But this section of the road, he is alone.

Different from the road that Sijiju walked a few days ago, behind him there was mixed joy, his eyes were red, but solemn and solemn, and he could only hear the music played.

There is a long torment.

Ye Wuchen walked to the door, still holding the red hijab that had just been torn off in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and walked into the room full of joy.

The door behind him was closed with a soft sound.

Everything here is luxuriously arranged, golden bottles of sake are on the table, and beautiful brocade is laid out in front of the bed, the joy outside is gradually far away, no longer lingering in my ears.

Somewhat different from the happy look in the room is the bamboo hat still placed beside the bed, so white and clean it looks a little glaring.

He was sitting by the bed, the brocade was soft, and the red hijab embroidered with an unknown pattern was smooth.

After pondering for a moment, he put the hijab he had just torn off on his head again, and tidied it up carefully.

He was holding the glass bottle in his hand all the time. With some warmth, Ye Wuchen lowered his head slightly, looked at the warm glass bottle in his hand through the gap, and suddenly looked away to grab the drape on the bed. bamboo hat.

The system said that the task of capturing the protagonist is in progress, and that the plot has already started, but he has not seen Mo Yun now, and he is not imprisoned like in the plot, so the system's words are really unbelievable.

Holding the smooth white gauze, he suddenly asked the system, "Mo Yun knows that the plot is different from mine, what kind of plot are you talking about?"

【Main plot】

The system's answer was ambiguous, Ye Wuchen just lowered his head, then pressed his fingers on his temples, trying to relieve the pain in his head, and didn't speak any more.

Still can't feel any emotion in his heart, everything is empty, but that's good, he probably won't worry about why Mo Yun came late.

He just sat on the edge of the bed calmly, pressing his fingers on his aching head.

Since entering this room, the head hurts more and more, accompanied by overwhelming drowsiness, a little bit of nerve compression, tinnitus, and almost fainting.

【Host】

The system called him suddenly, Ye Wuchen responded subconsciously, closed his eyes, and took a while to recover, "What's the matter?"

【Take off the jewelry on your head】

"why?"

Ye Wuchen's sight was blocked by the curtain of red veil, he could only look down to see the two items in his hands and the golden tassels hanging down from the red veil.

The system didn't speak for a while, and it took a long time before it spoke.

【He won't come】

The surrounding was quiet, Ye Wuchen looked at the drooping gauze hat and glass bottle in his hand, hummed softly for a long time, but didn't move for a while.

Although the weight of the ornaments on his head was within the acceptable range, he had a splitting headache at this moment, and the weight on his head was really uncomfortable. Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, took off his hijab, and began to take out those prosperous ornaments.

The fine beads on the phoenix crown made a soft sound, and the delicate tassel hairpins were removed and put aside, and they were removed little by little, when his fingertips suddenly touched something smooth, Ye Wuchen didn't care at first, until he saw When it came to such a thing, I couldn't help picking it up and looking at it.

A gold-rimmed pendant with a demonic red gem is wrapped around a gold hairpin, blood red as agate.

He vaguely remembered that this was the pendant he gave Mo Yun during the Xianqi School. Ye Wuchen put it in his palm and stared at the inlaid blood ruby ​​in the middle.

This is what the old man taught him to do. When Mo Yun signed the contract of Baisha Cuizhu with him, he always had a bad conscience, tossed and turned, and finally came up with such a thing.

Thinking of this made my head hurt even more.

Ye Wuchen took off all the complicated hair accessories on his head, and the black hair was scattered, so he found a hair tie and tied it casually, looking at the three items in his hand.

Pendants, glass bottles, draped hats.

In the end, Ye Wuchen put down the two things behind, endured a headache and looked carefully at the pendant in his hand, and suddenly murmured to himself, "That person is Mo Yun?"

Is the person who helped him tie his hair Mo Yun?

Ye Wuchen rubbed the center of his brows, but his head hurt more and more, almost bursting.

It hurts so much.

There was a sudden fluctuation in the contract formation, Ye Wuchen subconsciously went to investigate, and suddenly froze.

The contract formation that bound the soul had disappeared, and there was no trace of it. He searched carefully, but he couldn't find any trace.

Whether Baisha Cuizhu is an equal master-servant contract, of course Ye Wuchen can terminate the contract at will, but if Mo Yun wants to terminate the contract, it is impossible, unless his soul is lost.

Ye Wuchen froze on the spot, the empty emotion in his heart panicked for no reason, he lost his voice, and suddenly grabbed the pendant in his hand, the tip pierced his palm achingly.

His breathing was a little stagnant, and the empty area in his heart became more and more empty.

He should feel some emotions now, but that heart has always been so empty, making his breathing a little tight.

The headache hurts, hurts, hurts.He was also extremely dizzy, he should have fainted, but he kept his sober mind to endure the pain.

pain.

He gritted his teeth and asked the system, "Where is Mo Yun?"

The system didn't answer, everything around was quiet and suffocating. On this happy day, he sat alone on the bedside, enduring the inexplicable pain.

Mo Yun left him a lot of clues, which can be guessed at random, but now Ye Wuchen can't figure it out, his thoughts are blocked, his nerves are occupied by pain, and his body and mind are tortured. .

He kept holding on to the demon ruby ​​pendant. Due to too much force, the frame of the pendant pressed his palm out of a thin crack, and some bloodshots appeared.

Ye Wuchen leaned against the head of the bed, thinking silently against the pain, trying to clear up those unblocked thoughts.

In the end, I really couldn't take it anymore, and I curled up on the bed, wishing I could pass out.

The system was dutiful, reported the data at this time, and deliberately slowed down the sound so that he could hear it more clearly.

[Host memory recovery has a downward trend]

The luster of the imprint of the peach branch on his face was a little dim, and the shiny spots overflowed from it and floated onto his eyelashes.

The pain in the brain gradually eased, and Ye Wuchen slowly opened his eyes, the purple eyes flashed, and they were still hazy.

The pendant in his hand touched some blood oozing from the palm, and it became more and more bright red. Ye Wuchen brought it in front of his eyes, but the pain in his brain didn't go away completely. He closed his eyes and entered the place where he once was. Inside the illusion created for Mo Yun.

The peach garden is still there, still full of fallen flowers, but for no reason there is a table half a person's height, with a book with yellowed edges floating on it, golden fine sand flowing out of the table, and a few peach petals floating.

Ye Wuchen stood where he was, looked around, and suddenly squatted down on the ground again, pressing his head with both hands, and moaned in pain.

The book fell onto the table.

It took Ye Wuchen a long time to stand up again, his feet were so painful that his feet were stilted, and he walked there step by step, holding the table for a while before he picked up the book, and then fell to the ground in an instant.

It wasn't until I opened it that I realized that this was not a book, but a notebook full of words.

There is a picture of him on it.

The first sentence of the entry is very familiar.

"I first met you in Fang Feitian, and my heart was full of confusion. It's too late to love you, and I miss you so much."

Ye Wuchen suddenly became a little limp, and fell down on the golden sand, leaning against the table behind him, frowning suddenly, resting his head on his knees, sweating profusely on his forehead.

"……pain."

His voice was trembling a little, he was curled up, clutching the notebook tightly in his hand, there was a portrait on the side he was flipping through, it didn't have a face, it was just a back view.

The scene there is probably in front of the bamboo forest at Zhiqing Peak, Ye Wuchen is standing there, a touch of absolute dust under the tranquility.

The lines in this painting are inaccurate, and if you look closely, they are not very coordinated.This may also be the reason why the owner of this book did not dare to draw the facial features.

The headache is still very painful, and it has not been relieved in the slightest, but the situation has become more serious.

He didn't know how long he had been there, but he felt that every inch of blood in his body was rushing to his head, the pain was getting worse and worse, and the pain was spreading bigger and bigger, and he almost lost consciousness.

It hurts so much.

Really.

Why is it so painful?

When I woke up again, the first thing I heard was the system beep.

[The host's heart rate for the protagonist has risen to 70.00% [-], the data is temporarily unstable, and needs to be observed]

Ye Wuchen didn't bother with the system, just held the notebook in front of his eyes, opened a page, and read it word by word.

Probably in order to write these things, the owner of this notebook read a lot of ancient books, so the words are always elegant, for fear of being disgusted because of the poor writing.

But if you pay too much attention to the use of words, it is inevitable that words will be piled up, so it is a bit embarrassing to read, but the more you turn back, the words will become more fluent, and the written things will make people cry more and more.

Noticing such an extremely simple sentence mixed in the exquisite words, Ye Wuchen broke down a little.

"Master, I'm sorry, don't be afraid of me."

How come his eyes are blurred, and he can't see right from wrong.

Ye Wuchen's throat was a little choked, staring at the well-written words on it, weeping blood every word, almost collapsed.

"I don't blame you..."

There is no longer any hindrance in thinking, everything is spread out in front of my eyes, the figure of the Immortal Emperor overlaps with Mo Yun, so many unbelievable things have been exposed, all the truth has been peeled off, naked and exposed in front of my eyes.

He looked at the notebook sewn with thread in his hand, obviously he knew all the truth in his heart, but he couldn't dig out any memory.

He knew that Mo Yun was the Immortal Emperor, but he didn't remember that Mo Yun was the Immortal Emperor.

The memory of the white flame never came back.

So he could only endure the intense soreness in his heart, the pain in his brain that had not completely disappeared, the choking in his throat, and couldn't help but not think about why the contract formation of Baisha Cuizhu disappeared.

Once he thought about it deeply, he couldn't help himself at all.

On the last page of that notebook, the ink is still fresh, and it should have been written not long ago.

The record at the moment is not so literal.

"Master, I've heard the rumors about you when you were young, and I've always wanted to see you, but I thought, how could someone as powerful as Master Ye meet me."

The notebook looked a little old, with yellowed edges and slightly curled corners.

The words written in ink and brush on it are clean and elegant, too clear and meaningful, so that people can't imagine how passionate the person who wrote these words is, so they only see the horizontal strokes on it, dignified and majestic.

But there are only two sentences behind.

"I didn't expect not only to see it, but also to fall in love with it."

The last sentence was written lightly, and the written words smelled sweet.

"I'm really rebellious."

Ye Wuchen looked at the last sentence, turned it over and over for countless times, and finally agreed to close it, sitting in the small square world, as if his soul was in pain.

He made a sound and asked the system with great difficulty, "Is he still there?"

As soon as the words fell, a white feather floated in front of his eyes, Ye Wuchen paused, hesitating for a long time before he dared to raise his head.

"Of course I am."

Mo Yun sat under the peach tree closest to him, and the peach petals falling from the tree directly passed through his body and fell to the ground.

It was their big wedding day, but Mo Yun was wearing white clothes, and his eyes were lovingly looking at Ye Wuchen, who was dressed like a fiery wedding dress over there.

He was obviously smiling, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and Ye Wuchen's eyes were always so obedient, as if obeying his master's taming beast.

Ye Wuchen's attention was on his lower body which had turned into a flying feather. The emotions and desires that had just broken through the seal and returned to his body seemed uncontrollable. With just one glance, his sanity almost collapsed.

He heard a few words spit out from his throat and added a sentence, and his vision was already blurred.

"Curse of Myriad Tribulations, you cast a Curse of Myriad Tribulations on yourself?"

That was the way the Immortal Emperor left.

What does Mo Yun want to do?

Anyway, today is also their big wedding... Mo Yun and him...

Mo Yun lowered his head, raised his face and smiled at him, didn't say anything, just sat there.

Ye Wuchen grabbed the notebook in his hand with great difficulty, and stood up from the golden sand on the ground, but his legs were a little weak, and he fell down after sitting up. After many twists and turns, he finally reached in front of Mo Yun.

He can't touch him.

Mo Yun's lower body has completely feathered, and his whole body is disappearing.

"The plot refers to the direction of future development."

Mo Yun looked at the man in front of him who was in pain and almost collapsed, and uttered such a sentence, he raised his hand, wanting to touch Ye Wuchen, but was in vain.

"Master is very powerful." Mo Yun's fingertips rested on the tears in the corner of his eyes, unable to wipe them away, "The book you wrote is considered by the world to be the future development direction. I have tried many methods, Can't change it."

The book written by Ye Wuchen in modern times was placed on the origin of the plane. The world has determined that the two of them will definitely go in this direction. No matter how Mo Yun changes it, there is no way to change this fate.

He has always imprisoned Ye Wuchen.

He is always walking in the direction of the future.

He will always be controlled by the inner demon, if not, he will kill Ye Wuchen.

So he cast a curse on himself early, and at the moment when Ye Wuchen's seal was about to be broken, he helped Ye Wuchen break the seal by erasing his own existence in this world.

Fortunately, it took him six years to prevent Ye Wuchen from suffering all kinds of insults.

"You said that the plot you know is different..." Ye Wuchen murmured, the tears in his eyes never fell, covering his eyes hazyly, "You said that."

Mo Yun had planned everything long ago and determined his own consequences, but seeing Ye Wuchen like this, he still couldn't bear it.

"You lied to me..." Ye Wuchen uttered these three words, then lowered his head suddenly, and suffered another burst of crushing headache.

He pressed his temples, but he didn't dare to lower his head for too long, for fear that Mo Yun would disappear in the moment he was dazed, and when he raised his head, his eyes were already full of tears.

The hand that Mo Yun raised had already turned into a flying feather, and the tip of the pure white feather was slightly black. When it met Ye Wuchen's wink, it just passed through it.

He had no choice but to put down his hands, looked at Ye Wuchen who was trembling all over, endured the distress deep in his soul and said softly: "Master, I'm leaving."

Ye Wuchen paused, and the pain in his brain was worse than before, as if it involved his whole body, especially his heart, which was oppressed and tightened.

Mo Yun couldn't stay for long, he didn't know whether to win or lose this last time he gambled, but the last word he heard made him choke up involuntarily, it touched his soul, so distressed.

"pain……"

It hurts everywhere, how could Mo Yun bear to leave by himself?

But he did go.

Ye Wuchen almost died in that place, but he didn't know how he got out in the end, he just sat on the bed in a daze, looking at the demon ruby ​​pendant with cracks in his hand.

He made a lot of guesses about the seal on his body.

He thought that he would forget, and he also thought that he might die, but he never thought that he might lose his soul.

But he never thought that Mo Yun would leave.

He never thought that Mo Yun would leave.

The brain still seemed to be hurting, Ye Wuchen looked at the bedroom decorated with joyful eyes, and the neatly dressed wedding dress, so bright red.

He curled up, still collapsing.

Ye Wuchen still remembered that the second day after being drugged by Meihu, Mo Yun handed him this pendant, saying that the things inside had been modified a lot, which made him bored and went in to play.

At that time, Ye Wuchen was embarrassed and didn't think about his words very carefully. Now that he thinks about it, Mo Yun might have calculated everything at that time, maybe he wanted to leave at that time, but he just couldn't let go of this tenderness.

Hearing the notification sound of the system, something suddenly stuffed into Ye Wuchen's mind, without the hindrance of the seal, everything was so clear.

Finally remembered, the memory of that white flame.

[Host memory recovery rate increased to [-]%]

[The main character dies and is wiped out by the world, the main plot is broken, and the system will be unbound]

[The last report on the progress of the task]

[Progress of the protagonist's strategy is [-]%]

[The host's heart rate for the protagonist has risen to [-]%]

[The hidden mission performed by the protagonist is successful]

【Get out of binding】

The door opened, Feng Yunhe walked in, saw the person curled up on the bed, his voice was still respectful.

"Mr. Mo has already abdicated this morning. The ever-burning lamp belonging to him in the Demon Palace has been extinguished. His body and soul are gone. Before he left, he told me to bring the immortal master back to the Immortal Sword Gate."

Ye Wuchen's breathing was already stagnant, he went to the soul to find the contract formation, but found nothing.

The contract formation is gone, and the curse of myriad calamities is cast on Moxiu's body, and his soul flies away.