Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Ye Wuchen took another mission, originally he didn't want to take Mo Yun with him, but this little bastard was so sticky that he insisted on following.

When the lanterns first come on, the night is cold and cold. I don’t know what festival it is. A stage is set up on the bustling street. On it, an actor has long sleeves and a slender waist. His voice is full of lingering sounds, and his face with makeup is illuminated by the surrounding lights. It looks extremely soft.

Ye Wuchen didn't care about that, he lost Mo Yun just now.

The crowd was bustling, but he just stopped in front of a certain booth, and then his apprentice disappeared when he turned around.

It would be a lie to say no panic, after all, the scene of Mo Yun disappearing in front of his eyes that day is still vivid in his memory, although Mo Yun has already returned, if he really disappeared before his eyes again, Ye Wuchen would blame himself to death.

This street is a street in Youzhou under Xianjianmen. Ye Wuchen stood in the crowd, frowned, and subconsciously wanted to destroy the contract formation to find Mo Yun.

However, he forgot that the contract of Baisha Cuizhu had long been destroyed when Mo Yun emerged.

Ye Wuchen paused slightly when he noticed this, and stood there for a long time, feeling a little helpless.

There were people walking in groups around him, so he asked those passers-by, and all the answers he got were negative, so he couldn't help feeling anxious.

"A child of fifteen or sixteen years old? Can he get lost at this age? I'm afraid the young master gave the wrong age?"

A woman in a skirt standing by the river looked at Ye Wuchen who was wearing a mask with gold patterns on a white background, and blinked slowly. There was a pastry in the oiled paper bag in her hand, and she took out a piece of halva and put it in her mouth Chewing, fingertips touched some red glaze on the lips.

"Don't worry, my son. Maybe he saw something interesting on the street and was attracted. Wait at home. He should go back by himself."

She said this, but Ye Wuchen was even more flustered by what she said.

Mo Yun hasn't seen anything in these years. As for being attracted by those little tricks on the street?

Bad guesses were fermenting in his heart, Ye Wuchen thanked the woman, and searched for the sugar stalls one by one, but he still didn't see the boy.

The fingers hanging by his side couldn't help but clenched. Under the endless busy streets, finding Mo Yun was like looking for a needle in a haystack, let alone knowing whether he was still here.

Ye Wuchen suddenly thought that he was considered the founder of the world, and maybe he could find Mo Yun with this identity.

He stood in front of a pastry shop and thought for a while, walked to the secluded river, knelt down, gathered his fingertips, and wrote Mo Yun's name on the river surface where the stars fell.

But in fact, he didn't know if the founder could order the world to help him find Mo Yun, and even he only faced up to his identity as the founder today.

So now he is completely blind.

After squatting by the river for a long time, the ripples of the river pushed away its spiritual power, Mo Yun's name also scattered, and Ye Wuchen was even more flustered.

Suddenly, there was a familiar weight on his head, Ye Wuchen subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick up the sudden extra thing on his head, and couldn't help being stunned.

"Little... dragon?"

Little Baiqiu blinked her red eyes, laying on his palm, more dazed than he was.

"Master..."

Ye Wuchen frowned, "What master?"

At this moment, Mo Yun suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have confessed his identity as little white ball to Ye Wuchen, so he was dumbfounded.

The scene was extremely embarrassing for a while.

Ye Wuchen didn't know how this system that didn't belong to this world came in without his permission, while Xiaobaiqiu risked his life to confess everything, his soft and messy voice was mixed with caution.

"Master, I am Mo..."

"Do you know where Mo Yun is?" Ye Wuchen asked Xiao Baiqiu back when he heard the surname, blocking back everything Xiaobaiqiu was about to say.

"No, I mean, I'm actually Mo Yun."

Ye Wuchen: "Don't make trouble, do you even know where Mo Yun is?"

"I am Mo Yun!"

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, and shook the little white ball in his hand, "You wake me up."

Little Baiqiu was a little dizzy from being thrown by him. Seeing that he was about to throw himself into the water to sober up, he quickly escaped from his palm and said very solemnly: "Because of Master, I have been abstinent for half a year."

After Xiaobaiqiu said this, he felt wronged. He subconsciously floated to the side of his face, rubbed it, and then stood on his hair, mumbling as if he was afraid that he would not believe it.

"Master has a red mole on the inside of his thigh, and he can't help snorting when he kisses his waist, but recently I'm not allowed to transform into a spiritual body... I can't do it more than seven times, I'm almost becoming a monk."

After saying this, the tip of the little white ball turned red, and the voice became softer as it went to the back, "Actually, Master doesn't hate it, does he?"

Ye Wuchen paused, and didn't react for a while.

After a long time, he pulled the squeaking thing off his head, stared at its red eyes, "Are you really Mo Yun?"

"Of course I am!"

Xiaobaiqiu's eyes were determined, and after he finished speaking, he was cowardly again—it's over, he hadn't explained the situation to Ye Wuchen when he was in Long Aotian's system, now he suddenly confessed, would he be beaten?

It turns out that he thought too much.

Ye Wuchen heaved a sigh of relief, and patted a group of small white balls lying in his palm, the night wind blowing by the river blew away his gentle voice.

"I thought you were gone again."

Little Baiqiu paused suddenly, and looked over slowly. Under the night, those dark purple eyes were soaked with light, perhaps because he was too impatient just now, and there was thin sweat on his forehead under the cool night. The slightly frowned eyebrows have not yet loosened, but at this moment they are smiling.

The moonlight was like silk gauze, spread on the layer of elegant white robes, inexplicably felt that this person's figure was a little thin.

Ye Wuchen put the little white ball in his sleeve, then took it out and stared at it for a while, always belatedly, "No."

As soon as these two words came out, the little white ball was so frightened that its fur exploded.

"What's wrong?"

"You are the dragon that bound me before, what cultivation system?"

"Yeah..." Little Baiqiu was really afraid that he would beat him up, or not let him go to bed in the future, so what should I do?

"Then..." Ye Wuchen felt his head was going to explode, he licked his lips, and lay down on the stone railing beside the river, "Then if you are Mo Yun, the apprentice I accepted before is still Mo Yun ?”

The amount of information was too large, and Ye Wuchen's brain froze for a moment. After a long time of sluggishness, he came back to his senses and thought of a train of thought.

"At Cangsong Sect, you and Mo Yun seemed to have left at the same time?"

There are river lanterns flowing on the river, like stars falling down, and the fireworks in the world act as stars in the sky. The night is like a deep black river, with a piece of streamer and fire expelled on it.

The little white ball was still in the state of blowing hair, and he didn't dare to speak for a while, so he let Ye Wuchen guess.

"Are you Mo Yun's avatar?" Ye Wuchen blinked slowly, bringing the little white ball that dared not meet his eyes, "Then what about your other mode?"

"I..." Xiaobaiqiu muttered, under Ye Wuchen's scrutinizing eyes, he told all the things that he kept from his master all those years like pouring beans.

Then he explained tremblingly, "Because the plane at that time was too fragile to let people in the plane know about the space of the Lord God, so I have been unable to tell Master..."

Ye Wuchen understood, that is to say, he, who didn't know it back then, was in an extremely dangerous environment without knowing it.

The red-eyed little white ball, the black-eyed little white ball, and the young apprentice are all fucking Mo Yun!

Ye Wuchen now finally knows why little white ball is always so perverted, because Mo Yun is a rascal pervert at heart.

He stood silently by the river, glanced at the trembling little white ball hiding in his palm from time to time, and remained silent.

Little Baiqiu thought he was angry, so she floated in front of his eyes in a cowardly manner, with a soft and pleading voice, "Master, don't be angry..."

Ye Wuchen glanced at the little white ball, stretched out his finger and poked the soft little thing, "Splitting the soul, doesn't it hurt?"

Is this kid an idiot?

He almost passed out when he stripped his soul in the devil world, and this little brat directly stabbed his soul twice.

Even if the plane forcibly split his soul, why did he go to such trouble to separate the part of his soul that was similar to him, and cut himself like a fruit?

He grabbed the little white ball back into his hand, intending to understand the current situation, "Then why are you in this state again?"

Little Baiqiu didn't seem to know the situation, so he could only give a hazy answer, "Maybe that child's body can't bear the power of my soul?"

Ye Wuchen then thought of a question, "Where is your body?"

"Maybe, in another part of the soul?"

Ye Wuchen froze, "You mean, your soul split again?"

Little White Ball blinked slowly, not only gave a definite answer, but also clearly told him how many shares his soul was divided into.

Ye Wuchen: "Three???!"

Xiaobaiqiu said that it can perceive the other two parts of the soul, so it should not be troublesome to find it. Ye Wuchen is not worried about finding it, he just thinks, how will he deal with the three Mo Yuns?

If we cry together, it seems like it's a crime for him to coax anyone.

Ye Wuchen was panicked, very panicked, even more panicked than when he didn't find Mo Yun just now.

Under the dim light, Ye Wuchen's complexion was not good, but fortunately there was a mask covering his face, so passers-by didn't notice his pale complexion.

Ye Wuchen's heart was so cold.

He even spoke dryly to Little Baiqiu, "Then, when will you guys merge?"

Little Baiqiu looked at his master who was pretending to be calm, and couldn't help laughing, "It should be possible to integrate after a while, master, don't worry."

"Well... I'm very relieved..."

The streets at night are becoming more and more noisy, empty alleys and bustling crowds.

Although Ye Wuchen walked upright, his heart became more and more flustered, and he couldn't help checking with Xiao Baiqiu, "Is it really split into three?"

Little Baiqiu still knows his own soul clearly, "Really."

The pastry shop was lit with warm yellow lights, and the tip of his nose could smell the sweet aroma of lotus flower cakes. The young Mo Yun stood at the door of the shop for a while, silently lowering his head, with an expression like a trapped beast that had been abandoned.

The master is gone, do you want him?

He kicked the pebbles on the ground, sniffled, and muttered in a low voice, "Master..."

"Here." Ye Wuchen found the young Mo Yun, and saw him standing at the door of the pastry shop, "Do you want candy?"

This part of the young Mo Yun's soul is still in his body, seeing that he still needs to raise his head, his dark eyes glistened with water, and he reached out to grab his robe, his voice was clean like a boy's.

"Master doesn't like sweets."

So he stopped eating.

Ye Wuchen still bought him a bag of crispy candy and put it in his arms. He reached out to pat his head, but unexpectedly found that the child had grown a lot taller, so he changed his destination and just patted his head. shoulder.

"Who said I don't like sugar?"

Little Baiqiu squinted his eyes on his shoulder, staring at the hand he put on the young Mo Yun's shoulder, turned his face away, and moved closer to Ye Wuchen.

The young Mo Yun bit the crisp candy and held Ye Wuchen's finger, his words were sweet with sugar, he complained quietly, "Where did Master go just now?"

Ye Wuchen thought for a while, and said, "Just now, I stopped in front of a stall selling dipping cakes, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that you had disappeared. I should be the one asking you this question, right?"

Mo Yun replied, "But I've always been here."

Ye Wuchen paused, "Have you been here all this time?"

"Well, the master took me here and disappeared." The young Mo Yun still remembered the mission of their trip, thought for a moment, and said: "I remember that the mission said that the monsters here are the ones who are killed by age." A young man."

Ye Wuchen looked back at the pastry shop, then stopped suddenly, staring at the crispy candy Mo Yun was holding, "Don't eat it yet."

The young Mo Yun was very obedient, and immediately put down the oil paper bag when he said he would not let him eat, "Master, what did you find?"

He followed Ye Wuchen's gaze to look at the bag of halva in his hand, and licked the residue of sugar left at the corner of his mouth, "This thing is not poisonous, it's delicious."

"Of course it's not poisonous." The girl in the skirt who I saw by the river had already stood in front of the pastry shop at some point, took a piece of crispy candy in her hand, and put it in her mouth with a smile, "So you are a fairy!" , no wonder you walked out of my Rosemary so easily..."

Ye Wuchen directly rectified her on the spot, "If you have any difficulties, we can talk about it later, I have urgent matters now."

He threw the girl in the skirt into the pastry shop, set up several restrictions to seal the place, and then asked little white ball, "Where is the last soul?"

He had to bring his apprentice back first before listening to this monster.

The little white ball quickly gave the direction.

Under the huge tree known by the locals as the praying tree, the fire flows like a starry field on earth. The branches are tied with red thread to pray for a wooden sign, and a tree is full of them.

There is an unrealized spirit body under the luxuriant canopy of the tree. Mortals cannot see the spirit body, so he leans on the tree trunk and watches the people coming and going.

This part of Mo Yun's soul is the most similar to Ye Wuchen, even the gentle temperament on his body is so similar.

He stopped looking at the crowd, and lowered his head to look at the field covered with green grass.

Ye Wuchen saw him in the distance and walked over.

Seeing the shadow walking towards him, the spirit body paused for a moment, raised its head in the flowing fireflies, and under the red-gold prayer sign, its soft feathery eyelashes curved with the arc of its eyes, and its lacquer-colored pupils So there was only Ye Wuchen's shadow.

"Master, you have come to pick me up."