Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

"what……"

With a low moan, it scratched lightly on her heart, her eyes were dazzled, her fingers intertwined, and the silhouette of the curtain falling on the hot bed was entangled, and there was a bone-chilling joy in it.

Little Baiqiu woke up. At the intense point of the dream, he was awakened by the boy Mo Yunhuang.

The room was filled with the faint smell of bamboo and bitter tea, and the little white fan opened his eyes in stare, before he could say a word, he was thrown into the quilt by the enraged young man.

"What are you thinking about every day?!"

The perception of the soul is shared, and occasionally the thoughts are interconnected. As soon as the young Mo Yun woke up, the pictures on the bed rushed into his mind, which made him so excited that he didn't dare to get out of bed for a long time.

Little Baiqiu's sweet dreams were interrupted, and he was very upset. He turned over and floated up unsteadily, staring at the boy's flushed face and eyes full of water, he hummed softly.

"You are too shy to think about it yourself, why don't you let me think about it?"

Even though he said so, Mao Jianer was already blushing. The boy stared at the little white ball full of unhealthy thoughts, and opened his mouth to retort, "I'm so ashamed!"

Little Baiqiu looked him up and down, "Then who can cry out of embarrassment after being kissed by Master?"

"I cried last night because..." Before the boy could finish explaining, the little white ball blocked his words, "Look, you just cried."

Just when one person and one ball were about to fight, the door was pushed open, Ye Wuchen leaned against the door and yawned, squinting over, "What's wrong?"

Holding the spirit body Yun that he forced to transform back into a ball, he lazily leaned against the door frame, staring at the two cubs in the room calmly, finally sighed, shutting down the noise in the morning. behind the door.

Ye Wuchen walked up to the young man, feeling helpless in every possible way, he could only brush his eyes that were watery again for some reason, "What's wrong?"

He felt like a father.

As soon as the boy saw him, those scenes ran through his mind, and his cheeks flushed again, but he couldn't move his eyes away from his face, and he carefully grasped the corner of his clothes, "No, it's nothing..."

Before the words were finished, tears fell first.

The young man was startled, raised his hand in a panic to wipe away his tears, and looked at his master bullyingly, his expression faltered instantly, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Master, I... I am a big rebel..."

Ye Wuchen didn't know what the boy was thinking, let alone what he meant, so he could only hold him in his arms, so as to comfort him.

"What's the matter?"

Facing the boy, Ye Wuchen always felt that he would like to be a father.

The young man leaned against his arms and smelled the faint bamboo fragrance, but he didn't know if it was from the room or from him.

Tilting his head slightly, he saw his snow-white neck protruding from the edge of his collar. This man is always clean, and his whole body exudes a sense of dust.

But in the dream, and on the bed where love is bred, the color of his body is so bright, like plum blossoms falling on the white snow, extremely red, and the world of mortals has entered the world.

The boy thought, his face burned even more.

Ye Wuchen hugged him for a long time, before he could answer the boy, he pulled him back in front of him, and was startled by the color on his face.

"This..." Ye Wuchen touched his face, and his thinking was completely deviated, "Aren't you suitable for cultivating fire spiritual power? Why don't I take you to see Elder Yuan?"

The young man was ashamed, but Ye Wuchen was thinking about cultivation.

The little white ball next to him stared at the two people who looked like no one else, and was dissatisfied on the spot. He swooped into Ye Wuchen's lips. The young man happened to see this scene, and his face didn't turn red instantly. He grabbed the little white ball and was about to follow him. fight.

Ye Wuchen turned his head and glanced at the spirit body Yun who was obediently lying on his shoulder, and felt that if this kid didn't seem jealous, he could be considered a normal person.

But in fact, if you look closely, the tip of the spirit body Yun's hair seems to be a little pink, but it's not conspicuous, so Ye Wuchen didn't care.

He held the young man in his hand, dragged him out of the inn, and finally returned to the Immortal Sword Gate with three jealous cubs, mainly because it was too embarrassing to take these three outside.

He went to Zhen Shan Tang to report the status of the mission, then grabbed Xiao Yichun's first disciple who assigned him the mission, and smiled kindly, "Can you give me some technical missions next time?"

For example, there are basically no dangerous monsters in places under the jurisdiction of the great sect, and they are usually small and easy to complete.

Not to mention Youzhou, which is located directly under the Immortal Sword Gate, but those monsters with a little brain would not dare to do things here.

That big disciple was deeply taught by Xiao Yichun, gentle and gentle like a good old man, he took off a plaque, put it in his hand and looked at it for a moment before saying: "Uncle Ye, the tasks you have received this month have exceeded the standard, I really dare not work any longer You."

Ye Wuchen: "..."

That's right, Xiao Yichun has already limited the number of missions he can accept each month, the reason is very simple, if his junior is obsessed with doing missions, then the disciples in the sect will not have missions to do.

He stared at the big disciple for a while, then sighed, "I'll take care of those dangerous ones..."

The big disciple smiled very gently, "No way, the school has a lot of disciples, uncle, you better not snatch their chance to practice."

Ye Wuchen suddenly felt so humble.

The entire peak up to Qingfeng has been refurbished, only the place where the four seasons live remains unchanged. From the halfway down the mountain, it is the villa that Ye Wuchen's teacher's wife is looking forward to.

It has been more than a year since Mo Yun came back, and Lu Xiao, who is so desperate to talk about life, has fabricated a lot of things among the people, so that many people in the room now think that Master Ye has a child bride.

Child bride is a ghost, he raises a pervert.

This satyr was so alive that he split into three sons, staring at him so intently that he didn't even dare to lie down on the wicker chair now.

At some point, the big cat crawled to the eaves, held the rabbit that was a little afraid of heights in its mouth, and looked down arrogantly, as if it was leading a child to watch the mountains and rivers it had laid down.

It is noon now, the hot sun is hanging above, the clothes Ye Wuchen is wearing are special snow gauze, the light sprinkled on it looks like flowing clouds, which is extremely eye-catching.

Ye Wuchen felt that the clothes were a bit dazzling.

The path in the bamboo forest was still quiet, he walked in to hide from the bright sun outside, leaned in the Lan Que Pavilion, and opened a certain book he found from Mo Yun’s room in the shade, wanting to see what this brat was reading recently .

The writing of that book is unpretentious, with a few lines of small characters written with a cinnabar pen, which is a string of runes, Ye Wuchen naturally thinks that this is a book about cultivation.

However, as soon as he opened it, he threw the book on the ground and avoided it like a wolf or a tiger.

For a long time after that, Immortal Master Ye stared at the book full of pictures and texts, a little froze, and didn't dare to reach out to pick it up for a while.

On the other side, the little white ball was lying on the cool stone table, staring at the spirit body Yun who also turned into a white ball with piercing eyes, and his voice was soft and waxy.

"I thought of a question."

The spirit body Yun moved away silently. As a soul from the same source, he could probably guess what the little white ball wanted to say.

After all, I had that dream.

So the little white ball jumped up to him again, "Stop the infighting first, it just happened to split, let's discuss it."

At this time, the young Mo Yun was still looking up at the shivering rabbit held by the big cat under the sun, tapped his toes, and forcibly hugged the two furry things down.

He must find something to divert his attention, otherwise his mind will be full of dreams in those hotbeds.

But the other two parts of the soul obviously didn't want him to calm down. After a while, the boy went to the stone table and sat down, staring at the two fur balls, "Can you stop thinking about those messy things!"

Little Baiqiu ignored him, and continued the topic just now, "Master is too thin-skinned, he can't be coaxed to bed at all."

The spirit body agreed: "I won't let you get close to Master's bed either."

Little Baiqiu: "Anyway, souls need to be fused, so let's discuss how to coax Master."

The spirit body allowed to ponder for a moment, "Okay."

The young Mo Yun couldn't bear it anymore, and broke the illusion of the two balls, "After the fusion of the soul, this body is only so old, and it is impossible for the master to agree."

Little Baiqiu slowly spit out four words, "Spiritual body transforms into reality."

Just like that, the young man who could die of embarrassment even by touching his skin joined in this strange discussion, and the three Mo Yuns were surprisingly harmonious at this time.

Ye Wuchen was still confronting the book on the ground. He squatted next to the book, his eyes hurt when he read it. It took him a long time to pick up the book, spread it flat on the ground, and opened the first page.

It was a painting, the handwriting was very familiar, Ye Wuchen covered those places that shouldn't be seen, carefully looked at the faces of the two characters on it, turned over page by page, flipped through half of the book, and finally came to the conclusion that in conclusion.

This is the erotic picture drawn by the little brat himself.

"I think Master is too shy, or else just tie him to the bed." Little Baiqiu's eyes lit up, and he really wanted to have a forced love.

Spirit Body Yun: "No, it will scare Master."

Listening to the discussion of the two balls, the young man remained silent, but somehow, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Little Baiqiu suddenly became dissatisfied, "This won't work, and that won't work. Every time you hesitate, I hold back for so long."

Spirit body Yun blinked, and analyzed the facts to him in the same soft voice, "If you do this, you won't be able to get into the master's bed for half a year."

"Then what should I do? After holding it for half a year, I will soon become a monk!"

"You are not the only one who restrains."

These three were discussing, when someone walked in next to them, a cold and clear voice broke in, scaring the three Mo Yun into silence for an instant.

"What are you talking about?"

Ye Wuchen patted the book in front of the boy, then picked up the two balls that were discussing fiercely, and threw it on the book, "What is this, please explain."

Just looking at the plain and unpretentious writing, I can't see anything, but how could Mo Yun not know about his own things, so the three of them were stunned the moment they saw it, sweating profusely, and their eyeballs were still rolling. Look at Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen looked expressionless, his eyes were slightly lowered, and his eyes fell on the three split souls, not angry but arrogant.

The three Mo Yuns quickly came to a conclusion that they were angry.

The little white ball blinked slowly, and quickly looked at the other two parts of the soul. I have to say that they are still very united at this time.

The young man stood up from the stone chair, looked at Ye Wuchen pitifully, his eyes were flushed, even though there was still a trace of blush on his face, it did not affect his acting like a baby.

"Master..." The boy's voice yelled out these two words, full of apology, he hooked Ye Wuchen's finger carefully, and lowered his head slightly, "I was wrong, don't get angry, okay?"

As soon as the boy lowered his head, he looked very well-behaved. Before he could answer, he raised his head timidly, with water in his eyes, "I know I was wrong, Master, don't be angry with me."

Being drawn into the book with such a blatant pose, the ascetic Ye Xianshi didn't want to accept his apology so quickly, he just said: "Why did you draw those things?"

The little white ball suddenly turned into a human body, leaned over to get close to Ye Wuchen, the distance was very close, those crimson eyes were full of evil, and the thin lips curled up slightly, "Because the master is always unwilling to do that with me, Can I think about it myself?"

He squeezed Ye Wuchen's chin, smiled lightly, and said in a deep voice, "That's all right, Master found out, I want to tie Master to the bed, follow the above things, over and over again, over and over again , and do it with Master."

As soon as the voice fell, those images that were clearly swept away were so clearly imprinted in his mind. Ye Wuchen was startled, and backed involuntarily, but bumped into the spirit body Yun behind him who had turned into a human body.

"Don't worry, if Master is not happy, of course I dare not do that."

The voice behind him was very gentle, revealing some pampering for no reason, the spirit body leaned on his shoulder and held him in his arms, "I will love you well, and I will never do anything you don't like."

The young man took his hand very carefully, and when he looked up, he was full of grievances, "If Master doesn't like this book, I can just throw it away. Don't be angry with me, okay?"

The little white ball lowered its eyes to cover up the aggression all over its body, and walked over with very light steps, its bloody eyes were slightly curved, showing a tamed obedience everywhere.

"But Master, I really want you sometimes, can you pamper me once?"

Standing among them, Ye Wuchen felt that these three were really difficult to deal with, and his thoughts were almost taken away by them. After a while, he brought his thoughts back to the book, "I mean you draw that book ..."

In the middle of speaking, he stopped, he forgot what he was going to say, and seemed to have forgotten why he was angry.

Spirit body allowed to turn his head slightly, warm breath swept over his neck like a feather, and his voice was low and gentle, "If Master is angry at me for drawing this kind of book without authorization, then I need to report it the next time I draw. Master?"

Ye Wuchen forbade him to draw this kind of book, but he brought the topic to the word "unauthorized" and successfully confused Ye Wuchen's attention.

It's done in one go.

Ye Wuchen was led into the ditch by him somehow, "No, no need."

You don't need to tell him such sneaky things.

No, then why is he angry?

Little Baiqiu lowered his head and chuckled, "Then Shizun came to me so aggressively, I thought Shizun was angry that I didn't report it in time."

The boy looked at him, "Then Master is not angry anymore, right?"

Ye Wuchen was stunned, and it took him a while to find his own thoughts. He looked at the three boys who set him up in a row, and suddenly sneered, "Whoever wants your report, I will draw this kind of thing later, I will... ..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man who held his hand choked up, "But no matter how much I draw, these are not real masters, and masters will not allow me to do those. I can only think about it myself. Now Is Master restricting even these?"

What he said was so wronged that Ye Wuchen himself was a little confused.

This, how could it be his fault?

The spirit body Yun has always been gentle, and has always been used to following his will, and said slowly: "It's fine if Master doesn't want to, and I won't mention these again in the future."

Little Baiqiu turned his head away, "I'm sorry, Master, I can't restrain myself."

Sweet words, intertwined, pretending to be obedient and miserly, Ye Wuchen paused, "I, I don't hate it that much..."

Master Ye then sold himself again.