Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

"Master, you..."

The person in Mo Yun's arms trembled slightly, endured it, and gritted his teeth to swallow back the uneasiness that had been suppressed all these years.

The window of the inn was not closed, and the slight coldness of early spring overflowed in.

He hugged the person tightly, and he could feel the slight tremors on the person's body even more. Mo Yun gently pressed the back of his head and let him lean on his shoulder——

How come it's been so long since I saw you, and you're still so bearable.

"Master, I'm back, I'm not leaving." Mo Yun blinked slowly, his thick eyelashes raised and lowered, his black pupils were dotted with light, he whispered: "Stop crying, okay?"

Ye Wuchen had gritted his teeth to endure the choking sob, the tears in his eyes were full, but he did not roll down.

Mo Yun's words scratched his heart like a feather, so lightly and so skillfully that he opened the emotional gate, all the emotions that had been suppressed all these years could no longer be restrained, and suddenly took hold of his heart.

It's like no matter how much you hold back the tears that are already lingering in your eyes, they only need a blink of an eye to fall down.

Still can't help sophistry, "No..."

But as soon as he uttered a word, he was frightened by his own trembling voice, Ye Wuchen was stunned, leaned on his shoulder, grasped his clothes tightly with his fingertips, and remained silent.

The sobbing in his ear was suppressed very lightly, Mo Yun let him bear it for a while, and suddenly pulled the person in front of him, Ye Wuchen was startled, subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face.

Mo Yun tied his hands directly, and saw that the exposed face was slightly pale, the tails of the eyes were red, and the purple eyes were covered with a layer of water, as if shining with glass.

He suddenly lowered his head and looked at the bound hands, Yubai's fingers shrunk slightly, still clutching the peach blossom, Mo Yun grabbed his wrist and pressed it on his leg.

Mo Yun stared at him for a while, reached out to lift his chin, wiped his wet eyelashes, closed his eyes that were always flowing with warmth, without any resistance, wanted to say something, but was worried about the choked voice, so He didn't speak either.

"Master." Mo Yun called him suddenly, and then apologized unexpectedly, a sentence hit the bottom of his heart, his heart was surging, and his voice was very soft, "I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

Ye Wuchen paused, looked up at him, his unique and mysterious pupil color was infiltrated so gentle by his eyes, suddenly turned his head away, and said after a long time: "It's okay."

It's just a few years, not two lifetimes.

At least he knew that this person would come back, and he still had those objects in his hands, so he could barely suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

It's just that sometimes, seeing that Mo Yun is missing from the folk rumors, I still can't help but get confused and doubt the truth.

The tip of Ye Wuchen's nose was a little red, and this blush was particularly conspicuous on his porcelain white skin, like the afterglow falling on the snow, which attracted people's attention.

There was still some slight sobbing, pressed in the throat, pressed very tightly, Ye Wuchen put the branch of peach blossom on the drooping bamboo hat, his thoughts froze for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Mo Yun was restless, so he leaned close to him again, his lacquered eyes reflected his shadow, Ye Wuchen was uncomfortable seeing him, and silently lowered his head.

"Master, let me see."

He held Ye Wuchen's face in both hands, and kissed it very lightly, there was a thirsty beast hidden in the moist eyes, "I miss you."

Ye Wuchen's reddish eye tails have not disappeared, and the bright color against the faint purple makes him more attractive. However, he still doesn't know how tempting he is to commit crimes at this time, so he unconsciously licked his reddish lips when he was kissed. Lips, hoarse voice, it can be regarded as asking that question.

"What... have you been doing all these years?" He paused, thinking of the old monk, "Did you build the fairy city?"

He raised those gloomy eyes and looked over defenselessly, completely unaware of how dangerous his current situation was.

"The immortals are built by me."

With a completely unexpected answer, Ye Wuchen blinked slowly, "Have you been messing with Xiandu all these years?"

"Not at all."

Mo Yun tilted his head, just like he caught the big cat at the border of broken bones, he pressed his unsuspecting master on the head of the bed, and his fiery and scalding kiss fell down. If he can't struggle, he can only fall .

Ye Wuchen leaned against the head of the bed, the long-lost enthusiasm spread over his body, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, his clothes were half undressed and messy.

He propped his hands behind his back, his wet eyes were a little dull, and he was looking at Mo Yun, who had never changed his mind. His thin lips were slightly swollen, numb from being kissed.

The white robe on his body has been taken down to his waist, and the collar of his jacket has been ripped open. That piece of cold white skin makes one's heart itch, not to mention the light crimson marks just made on it.

While tossing his master, Mo Yun spoke slowly, with a slightly deep voice.

"Master restored my soul back then, so I should have come back long ago, but..." Mo Yun paused, lowered his eyebrows, "Why did Master give me all the power?"

The voice did not fall, and the movement continued.

Ye Wuchen was panting slightly, and was thinking about how to refuse, when Mo Yun suddenly stopped, his deep voice blocked what he was about to say, "Master, what questions do you have?"

Ye Wuchen's thoughts were blocked, and the words of refusal that he came up with were changed to another way of thinking under his guidance, so he forgot the current situation even more.

He raised his eyelids and forgot to tidy up his messy clothes. He looked at Mo Yun and thought for a moment, "Why are you a fairy?"

"To the master." Mo Yun looked at his master who was still out of condition, and felt that the cat was getting better and better after not seeing him for many years.

"Give it to me?" Ye Wuchen frowned, "I'm at Zhiqing Peak."

What is this kid doing to make him a fairy?

"Hmm..." Mo Yun pondered for a moment, "After the Great War between Gods and Demons in this world, the Immortal Realm disappeared, so no matter how hard an Immortal Cultivator cultivates, he will not be able to soar, especially for a person with extraordinary talent like Master. can be buried forever."

Ye Wuchen, who had never considered ascension, paused, "You mean, you want me to ascend?"

"Hmm! Master will be the Immortal Emperor when he arrives in the Immortal Realm..."

Before Mo Yun could finish his words, Ye Wuchen said leisurely, disrupting all his plans, "I won't ascend."

Mo Yun was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Why?"

"I'm not staying where I am, why do I go to the fairyland on purpose?"

Subconsciously, Mo Yun thought of the scripts he kept in the Immortal Realm, because he was panicked after being trapped in the main temple all these years, so he collected a lot of scripts in various planes of cultivating immortals.

If Ye Wuchen didn't ascend, would he still have to spend some time transporting those things down?

There are many ways to torment Master above.

Mo Yun, who was full of color, began to think about where he hid those scripts in the fairy world, and he was so focused on two purposes that he opened his mouth and woke up Ye Wuchen who was still wandering near the wolf's den.

"Is it okay if I ask for Master here?"

Ye Wuchen paused, lowered his head, and saw the marks on his body that he didn't know when, even if his reflex arc was long, he should have reacted.

"I still want to go back to the Ancient Mirror Temple." Ye Wuchen met his eyes, remembered the past, his expression became stiff for a moment, and then he became extremely serious, "I can't walk like this. "

He pushed Mo Yun away righteously, and put his clothes back on his own, but was dragged back into his arms by the lecherous little bastard, and a wronged voice came from his ears.

"Master, feel it, I am already like this."

Ye Wuchen felt something belatedly, and blinked slowly, "Mo Yun, tell me, do you miss me or are you greedy for me?"

"Master..."

Mo Yun turned over and pressed him back on the bed, and the clothes he had just gathered were torn apart again.

He looked at Ye Wuchen, his eyes were moist and harmless, the thirsty beast looked at his prey, but stopped, and hugged him aggrievedly.

"let it go."

What he said was too aggrieved, his voice was hoarse, Ye Wuchen didn't listen carefully, he just felt that the object behind him was really...unspeakable.

As soon as he moved to the side, Mo Yun became more and more wronged, "Master, don't go."

Ye Wuchen paused, and turned around after a while, looking at the apprentice who had tricked him into bed just after he came back, the tone and content of his speech were still familiar straight.

"Would you like to talk about these years to divert your attention?"

Mo Yun: "..."

He is already like this, and the person who thinks about it day and night is by his side, but now Ye Wuchen asks him to talk about those boring things?

Mo Yun hugged him tightly, and pressed his chest against each other, Ye Wuchen could feel the scalding temperature underneath him naturally.

He peeked at the sky outside, and lowered his voice slightly, "Can you bear it till night?"

It's noon now, Mo Yun asked him back: "Master, do you think it's possible?"

Ye Wuchen was silent, "I think you can."

"Master, I don't want this kind of encouragement."

Time passed by, every bit was suffering, Mo Yun's eyes were slightly wet, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Master, I want..."

Ye Wuchen was stunned for a moment, and fell into his tricks without much thought.

He glanced at Mo Yun with wet eyes, and dodged his eyes, and finally let go, "I still have to go back to the Ancient Mirror Temple... You, why don't you hurry up?"

The ancient mirror temple held a banquet for five days, Ye Wuchen was absent for three days, and only showed up on the fourth day, Feng Yuling came to him and asked curiously: "Brother, where have you been?"

Ye Wuchen propped himself on the table, and smiled at her, "I was entangled by a nearby monster."

"What monster?"

"Sexy."

After he finished speaking, he was called away by Xiao Yichun, Feng Yuling frowned and pondered on the spot, "What kind of new monster is this?"

Outside the secluded wing, the path was quiet, just a gust of wind pushed open the half-hidden door, revealing the elegant and unique scene inside.

Xiao Yichun looked at Junior Brother with a scrutinizing gaze, "Junior Brother, tell me honestly, where have you been these days?"

Ye Wuchen put the draped bamboo hat in his arms aside, was a little startled at the gaze of his senior brother, then calmed down, and said, "The demon has been removed."

"You think I'm as easy to deceive as Miss Feng?"

Xiao Yichun knocked on the edge of the table, and pushed the cup of tea on the table in front of him, "Did the Mo Yun you mentioned come back?"

The tea was specially brewed Lushan Yunwu tea, Ye Wuchen's fingers touched the rim of the cup, after hearing this, he couldn't help but look up at Xiao Yichun, "Didn't senior brother not believe that there was such a person as Mo Yun back then?"

Xiao Yichun said: "I believe in you, if you say so, you will."

He rested his chin, "So he's back?"

Ye Wuchen picked up his teacup and took a sip, "Yes."

The sky light fell from the window and fell on the ends of his hair, and the shadow of the trees outside hit his side face, which was very gentle. Looking at him, Xiao Yichun sighed, and gradually a smile appeared on his face.

All in all, as long as the younger brother is happy.

On the way back, Ye Wuchen leaned against the corner of the carriage for a nap, and suddenly he was woken up by someone. He opened his eyes, saw the person coming, and sat upright, "Father."

Ye Lichuan sat next to him without disturbing the outsiders at all, the wheels of the carriage slammed, he crossed his legs, looked at him with his chin propped up, and said in a gentle voice, "Mo Yun is no longer the main god."

Ye Wuchen didn't seem to be surprised by this matter, nodded, and heard Ye Lichuan say: "He has remodeled this plane and used your power, so now you are equivalent to the founder of the world."

Ye Wuchen suddenly felt that he was a thousand or eight hundred years old: "..."

Ye Lichuan looked at his pensive look, and smiled lightly.

"Mo Yun also made this plane out of the control of the main god's space, and became an independent world that does not need the power of the main god's space to maintain it. When the world is built, you are the first god here."

He looked at Ye Wuchen and heaved a long sigh, "You...Mu Qiong looked for me."

Ye Wuchen paused, probably still had some shadows about those childhood experiences, just hearing this name made him feel at a loss for a moment.

Ye Lichuan patted him on the shoulder, and spoke slowly amidst the sound of the wheels rolling from outside, the things that Mo Yun didn't tell him gradually became clear.

At that time, Mo Yun's soul had just recovered, and because of Ye Wuchen, he recovered very quickly.And of course he wanted to find Ye Wuchen in the next plane at the first time, but because the two powers carried by him were too strong, he couldn't be accepted by the plane.

It was also at that time that Mo Yun realized who the extra power in his soul belonged to.

This power of the main god attracted Mu Qiong.

She came to the main god space of the cultivation plane through the transfer station, and found Mo Yun.

Mu Qiong came to find the power of the main god similar to herself, she could sense it, so she quickly found Mo Yun, but when she saw the man in black, Mu Qiong had a strange expression.

And Ye Lichuan wanted to remind Mo Yun not to forcibly descend to the plane, but because of Mo Yun, the two of them met in that plane where the golden sand flowed.

Ye Lichuan hesitated, but still walked in front of Mo Yun, facing Mu Qiong, and said slowly: "Your current power plane can't bear it, you should wait a little longer."

Mo Yun was going crazy, "We can't make him wait too long."

He was in a hurry, and he didn't dare to break into the plane rashly, because if he was not careful, the plane where Ye Wuchen was located would collapse.

Ye Lichuan also knew that he didn't dare to act rashly, so he just reminded him and wanted to leave, walked to Mu Qiong's side, and passed by.

"This is Chen'er?" Mu Qiong said suddenly, and called out to Ye Lichuan, she turned around slowly, and specially changed into a dress that belonged to the cultivation plane, the blue dress made her look beautiful.

"No."

"Then why does he have a power similar to mine?"

"He is Chen'er's lover, and Chen'er gave him all the power in his body." Ye Lichuan was a few steps away from her, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his words, "Okay, Chen'er even gave you all the power in your body He is no longer your son, let's go back."

Mu Qiong choked a little, looked at Mo Yun over there, pursed her lips, "I came this time to meet him."

"Chen'er is afraid of you, don't disturb him."

Mo Yun over there heard the conversation between the two, and probably guessed Mu Qiong's identity, he stood up from the ground, patted his robe, "Wu Chen definitely doesn't want to see you, but he has a problem that he has been asking for a long time." I can't figure it out, do you still remember which monster's body was taken up back then?"

Mo Yun was not far from her, and his voice spread, "It's nothing, I'm just confused for him, what kind of monster is so dirty to your eyes, let you do that kind of cruelty to him?"

Mu Qiong glanced over, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, not at all similar to Ye Wuchen, only a face full of indifference.

Feeling the power of the main god in him similar to himself, Mu Qiong paused slightly, his voice was like a knife.

"Chen'er has pretty bad eyesight."

Ye Lichuan didn't want to talk to Mu Qiong at first, but when he heard her words, he looked back at the woman, smiled and mocked, "Chen'er doesn't need your evaluation, even if he has bad eyesight, he will follow me, besides, he The two are created in heaven, why do you need to say more here?"

"Ye Lichuan, you!"

"I'll let the executor take you away, you'd better not come to this area."

Mu Qiong gritted her teeth, "I can break Chen'er's seal!"

"It's already been untied." Mo Yun squatted down again and played with the golden sand flowing on the ground, "How dare I bother you?"

Mu Qiong stood there, visibly a little annoyed, but for some reason, she suppressed it again, and was taken away by the executor.

It was also at that time that Mo Yun decided to separate Ye Wuchen's plane from the main god's space and turn it into an independent and complete world.

In this way, whether it is Mu Qiong, the illegal system, or the formal system, it needs the consent of the founder, Ye Wuchen, to enter the world.

"Chen'er." Ye Lichuan finished the story, then looked at Ye Wuchen, his expression darkened inexplicably, "She said that she was too extreme in those years..."

But it was too late to admit her mistake, and there might not be anyone behind her waiting for her to turn around.

In the middle of Ye Lichuan's speech, he suddenly didn't want to say anything, just patted Ye Wuchen's head, and said warmly: "I'll come back next time, I'll go back first."

Ye Wuchen nodded, and at the moment when he wanted to disappear, he suddenly asked: "You don't need my consent to come, do you?"

Ye Lichuan smiled kindly, "If Mo Yun dares to set it up like this, don't recognize me as his father-in-law."

He left, so Ye Wuchen was the only one in the carriage again, Mo Yun seemed to be busy these few days, and he didn't know where he was wandering alone.

Suddenly hearing the neighing of the horse, the coachman let out a cry, and stopped the carriage. It is now April, and a corner of red rain can be seen from the wind-blown curtain of the carriage.

Ye Wuchen remembered that he was going back to the Immortal Sword Gate, and the Immortal Sword Gate was surrounded by mountains, it was impossible to have such a flat area to grow peach blossoms.

Therefore, Ye Xianshi, who was used to being mutilated, drove the curtain first to arrest the coachman for interrogation.

"Master, here we are."

Just as he was on the driver's shoulder, what he heard was Mo Yun's voice. Ye Wuchen put Shuang Jiang away silently, "Why is it you?"

"I got the coachman away."

Mo Yun led him out of the carriage, walked to the depths of the peach forest, and stood in front of an ice coffin, and then both of them were dumbfounded.

Ye Wuchen: "Why are you lying in there?"

Mo Yun: "No, why is it a child's body?"

It turns out that Mo Yun has been living in the world in the form of a spiritual body for the past few days. The reason is that his physical body in this world has not yet been completed, but now that it is ready, why is he a child?

Mo Yun planned to find Qing Jun who was in charge of this matter.

On the other side, Ye Wuchen had already pushed the coffin lid open, and looked carefully at the face of the flesh body, which happened to be Mo Yun's 15-year-old appearance, already somewhat handsome as an adult, with his eyes closed, and his slender and thick eyelashes sweeping down. There is a faint shadow, the lips are slightly raised, and she is so obedient when she is asleep.

After looking at it for a long time, Ye Wuchen looked at Mo Yun who was standing beside him, "Are you dead or alive?"

Mo Yun: "..."

He touched the child's face, curled his lips, "I'll get a new body."

Ye Wuchen didn't know which layer he thought of, and said: "I want to raise you again."

Mo Yun, whose head is full of colors, was dissatisfied on the spot, "I'll suffocate!"

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, and personally stuffed his spiritual body into his physical body.

Damn little brat wants to fuck him every day.

A few peach blossoms fell in the ice coffin, a few crimson ones spread on the young man's body, and one even fell on his cheek, adding a touch of color.

Ye Wuchen leaned against the peach blossom tree, reached out to catch the falling peach blossoms, looked at the twilight in the distance, walked to the ice coffin, and squeezed the boy's face.

Mo Yun opened his eyes, his black eyes stared very round, he pouted his mouth to look at his master, and spoke with the childish voice of a teenager, "Huh!"

Ye Wuchen patted his head, "Go back."

The young man was so wronged that he crawled out humming, staring at his hands left and right, and managed to hold back his tears.

"Master, I don't want this body..."

He raised his head, his eyes were wet, Ye Wuchen laughed, "If you don't want it, you have to."

"Woo..." Mo Yun tugged at his sleeve, "I don't want to..."

The moonlight happened to overflow, and Mo Yun stared angrily at his master who couldn't help laughing, his still immature face turned into a steamed bun, and then couldn't help running over, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Ye Wuchen patted his head, "Go back to Qingfeng."

"I want to sleep with Master."

"Row."

Mo Yun looked up at Ye Wuchen, who was defenseless against him, with a sly light in his eyes.

The body is not good, but his soul has become solid, he can still toss Ye Wuchen, and he can also make his soul react.

He looked up at Ye Wuchen, who looked like the cold moon in the world, and hugged his arm, feeling that he still couldn't scare his master like this, but after a few years, Mo Yun felt that he should be able to endure it.

Fangfei falls all over the sky, and the moon sends returning guests.

The backs of the two stretched a little long, and Mo Yun would look up at Ye Wuchen from time to time, looking at the best person in the world, the person he brought back with all his might, and the person who was willing to exchange everything for him.

The dissatisfaction in my heart disappeared in an instant, and the sweet-smelling bubbles rose up, and everything I said turned into honey.

"Master, this is also the time when we first met."

"Huh? Yes, but there are no peach blossoms for you to see on Zhiqing Peak."

"I'll just see Master."

When I first met you in Fang Feitian, my heart was full of confusion, and it was not too late to think about you, and the future will be long.