Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

In the middle of the night, the moon was in the sky, and the light leaking in from the window was slightly dim. The boy in Ye Wuchen's arms opened his eyes, and sleepily pushed away the little white ball that disturbed his sleep, and rubbed it in the arms of his master. .

The little white ball was so vinegary, "You put your hands away."

"I do not."

The spirit body Yun was awakened by the movement of the two parts of the soul, and could not help but lower his voice to remind, "Don't disturb Master."

The young man raised his eyes to look at the sleeping Ye Wuchen, closed his mouth humming, and shrank into Ye Wuchen's arms, his movements were very light.

The little white ball stared fiercely at this broken soul, but because of Ye Wuchen's order not to allow him to transform back into a human body, he could only pounce on Ye Wuchen's neck and shoulders, a pair of red eyes looked around, belatedly It seemed that he was wronged again.

"Master actually punished me for that chair..."

The more Xiaobaiqiu thought about it, the more he felt wronged, the more he felt more uncomfortable, and the more he thought about it, the more he choked up, "For that chair...I am not as important as that chair, I...I...Wow!"

Then he woke up Ye Wuchen.

Spirit Body Yun: "..."

juvenile:"……"

The little white ball is still sour with the chair, jealous, regardless of enemy or even race, and has crossed the boundary between life and death.

Ye Wuchen slowly opened his eyes, and saw the young man in front of him clearly through the moonlight, seeing that his eyes were sleepy and blurred, nothing unusual, so he couldn't help frowning.

Does the child stop crying when she cries?

When he came back to his senses, he found that it was the little white ball crying in his ear.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

He took down the ball that was shouting in the middle of the night, put it in front of his eyes and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Little Baiqiu was so sour, he thought it was the boy who caught him, so he opened his mouth and yelled, "None of your business, let me go!"

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, then patted him back on the bed vigorously, "Wake up for me."

The little white ball regained consciousness in an instant, but was stunned for a moment by his force.

Ye Wuchen leaned against the head of the bed, brought the ball to his eyes, he was really puzzled, "Weeping at night?"

Forgive him for a moment and a half, I really can't think that this kid is jealous of the rattan chair.

After hearing the explanation from the spirit body Yun beside him, Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, and wanted to throw the vinegar jar out of his hands, but finally resigned to his fate and explained to this little thing.

"If the rattan chair is broken, you can still take it to repair..." He was so helpless, he sighed and said, "I'm afraid that you will make me lose my mind, and I don't know what you have against me. You have nothing to do with me. It’s amazing to be able to fight.”

This idiot is always looking for trouble every day. After being jealous of himself, he is jealous of others, and now he is jealous of even a lifeless chair.

Really tired.

The little white ball was stunned, met his eyes, "Really?"

"real."

"Master, is he concerned about me?"

"Yes."

Little Baiqiu lingered for a while, and finally held back his tears. He didn't know what to think of, and he was a little dazed.

Ye Wuchen squinted his eyes, seeing that the tears of Xiao Baiqiu had stopped, he lay back on the bed again, his voice was a little lazy, "But if you dare to fight with my rattan chair, you will kneel down forever."

The little white ball who just felt that the master loved him very much choked, and the one who didn't hold back almost howled again.

Seeing his mournful appearance, Ye Wuchen felt a little funny, "Okay, just kidding, I'm going to sleep."

Mo Yun's master seemed defenseless by his side, and fell asleep again in a few moments, breathing long, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

The little white ball stared at his sleeping face for a while, then cautiously approached his cheek, closed his eyes, and suddenly slipped to the spirit body, "Get up and try soul fusion."

The boy on the side blinked, "Go outside."

Mo Yun had just been back for more than a year, and the time they spent together always passed so quickly. Occasionally, his master would suddenly hold his hand, fearing that he would fade away again.

During the time he left, Ye Wuchen had seen many illusions, although according to his cultivation, it was easy to detect whether the illusions were real or not, but he was always almost lost and almost swallowed.

Mo Yun has been away for nearly ten years, the world doesn't remember him, no one can be sure of his existence, only Ye Wuchen knows about it, he sticks to it, only he remembers it.

Of course, Ye Wuchen would not tell him this. When Mo Yun created the fairyland for this world in the main temple, he could not help but look at Ye Wuchen occasionally with the water mirror. After seeing it, he always felt distressed and had to speed up. Perfect world speed.

He had been away for too long, leaving only a few words. When he came back, some people would not be able to adapt for a while, and they would inevitably worry about gains and losses.

After finally coming back, he better stop messing around.

His master was really afraid of the four words "spirited and scattered".

The next day, Ye Wuchen got up, sat in a daze for a while, trying to find the two balls, but he couldn't find them, and turned to Mo Yun, who was sleepy.

Mo Yun spent most of the night merging his soul, and it will take some time to digest the different memories of the three parts of the soul, but he is mainly thinking about one question——

Who should he be jealous of now?

Sensing that someone was touching him, Mo Yun guessed who that person was without opening his eyes, then instinctively held his hand and reported the situation to him by the way.

"Master, don't worry, it's already merged."

Ye Wuchen paused, and subconsciously felt that the young man was playing tricks, "You don't want me to find those two parts of the soul, you deliberately made up a lie, right?"

"..."

Mo Yun instantly thought of the three parts of his soul that could kill him in the past two days, he was silent for a moment, then sat up reluctantly, opened his eyes to find Ye Wuchen, and plunged into his arms.

"Master, you can check it."

Ye Wuchen really checked his soul.

Mo Yun fused his soul for most of the night, and he didn't close his eyes at all. Now leaning on his shoulder, he felt sleepy again, and said in a daze: "I made peach blossom porridge in the kitchen, and it should be ready now, master later Remember to turn off the fire, otherwise the porridge will be mushy."

The boy's voice was sleepy and lazy, but Ye Wuchen was taken aback by what he said, and he couldn't help but froze, always feeling that the boy was asking for help.

After checking the young man's soul, he found that the soul was indeed complete, so he relieved himself, helped him to lie on the bed, and got out of bed on his own.

Mo Yun was still thinking about who he should be jealous of.

It was very late in the evening, and the rattan chair that had been repaired was brought back. Ye Wuchen had a place to lie down. The setting sun was like red, and the bright color spread across the sky. He lay down, and the more he lay down, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Why hasn't this kid woke up after sleeping all day?

Ye Wuchen got up and sat on the rattan chair, thinking carefully, then got up suddenly, and walked into the Four Seasons Residence.

In the side room next to the master bedroom, Mo Yun huddled on the outside of the bed, his eyes were still closed, his breathing was even, his cheeks had no blood, and he looked slightly pale.

Ye Wuchen squatted beside the bed, stared at his face for a while, stretched out his fingers involuntarily and brushed his eyelashes, and when he had enjoyed the game, he went to check his pulse again.

Everything is fine with this kid.

He looked at the cub who had been sleeping soundly for a whole day, tapped the center of his eyebrows, then got up and left.

Wait a minute.

When the moon was on the willow branches, the moonlight spread down on the courtyard of Four Seasons House like cold frost, and the shadows were faint. Ye Wuchen came back from Xiaoyao Peak, but found that Mo Yun was still asleep, rolled from the outside to the inside, and probably woke up halfway. There is also a plate of freshly made lotus crisps.

Ye Wuchen stood in front of the table, took a warm lotus flower cake, didn't rush to eat it, put it back again, walked to the bed and sat down.

Judging by the temperature of the lotus cake, it should have been made just now, and Mo Yun should have slept again just now, but if he just slept, why did he sleep so soundly again?

Ye Wuchen patted him on the back, the young man turned over slowly, then moved to his side, and hugged his hand again.

"Master..."

"Are you sick?" Ye Wuchen was a little worried.

Mo Yun opened his eyes, "No, after the soul fusion, the three parts of the memory have to be digested at the same time, it should have been finished by now."

"Then who are you now?"

"I..." Mo Yun was probably trying to organize his words, before he whispered after a long time: "I always feel that I should be jealous of someone, I've been thinking about it, and I don't think about it now."

Ye Wuchen felt that he had been worrying for nothing all day.

This silly thing.

After Mo Yun finished speaking, he got up again and leaned on his shoulder, smiling, "Master, can you stop sleeping on the wicker chair in the future, and sleep on me."

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, pressed him back on the bed and left.

This little bastard is greedy for his body every day.

Mo Yun opened his eyes, lying on the bed innocently, pouted, put on his heels and went up, "Master! I'm not young anymore!"

"go away."

"Master, I will suffocate if I do this!"

"If it's bad, let it be bad, it's better if it's bad."

In fact, Mo Yun was still a little sleepy, and hit Ye Wuchen's back in a daze before taking a few steps, so he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around his waist, "Master, I don't need a body, I can transform into a spiritual body, okay?" ?”

His apprentice tried to trick him into bed every day.

Ye Wuchen raised his head and glanced at the moonlight, pushed the color embryo away mercilessly, began to look for a way to distract him, and then said: "Help me get that plate of lotus flower cakes, thank you."

Mo Yun quickly took the plate of lotus flower cakes, and placed it firmly on the stone table. His eyes were shining, and he stared straight at him.

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, and suddenly thought of the incident caused by the erotic book in his mind, he pursed his lips, but still said firmly: "No."

This bastard is endless, and he will never stop unless he is tossed until he can't get out of bed, so naturally Master Ye can hide for a few years.

Mo Yun felt uncomfortable instantly, "Is it because I made Master uncomfortable?"

Ye Wuchen paused, sat back on the wicker chair uncomfortably, took a lotus flower cake, chewed it slowly, and said after a long time: "No."

"why?"

Immortal Master Ye glanced at him, remained silent, and just lowered his head to eat his own lotus flower cake.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Mo Yun quietly approached him, and suddenly grabbed the peach blossom cake in his hand, and because he was chewing something, his words were a bit vague, "Why?"

After being together for two years and one year, Mo Yun only used the spiritual body to transform into reality twice after he came back. After that, he has been abstinent with his master all the time, and Mo Yun is almost going crazy.

Ye Wuchen ignored him, washed up after eating the lotus cake in his hand, lay down on the bed and fell asleep, and locked Mo Yun, who was staring at him, outside the door, and said righteously: "I see that you have been very angry recently, It's better for us to separate."

Mo Yun: "..."

Well, his master is a master who is as good as a bamboo, strong and upright.

But Mo Yun is not easy to deal with, before Ye Wuchen finished speaking, he hooked him onto the bed, and even robbed his ears, "Master, don't worry, I won't do anything."

"...Then why are you untying my waist?"

Mo Yun said: "Master, is he still wearing a robe when he sleeps?"

He just hooked the man onto the bed and did nothing. He shrank into his arms very obediently, taking advantage of Ye Wuchen's drowsiness and began to inquire about information, "Master, why do you always reject me?"

"Huh...?" Ye Wuchen half-closed his eyes, and rolled up the quilt and went to another room as soon as he heard him talk about this topic.

So Mo Yun sat on the bed alone, looked at the closed door, and shamelessly walked out of the Four Seasons Residence, intending to open the window, standing in the courtyard, he suddenly turned back, left those physical bodies in the master bedroom, and used his spirit Ti Huashi grabbed Ye Wuchen who ran to the next room.

"Master, just tell me." Mo Yun smiled harmlessly, "It's easy for me to change."

He ran directly to the bed and wrapped Ye Wuchen in his arms, "Master?"

Mo Yun's soul is the appearance of an adult, so he is taller than him after using strength to transform into a spirit body. Ye Wuchen struggled wildly, but couldn't break free, so he closed his eyes and ignored him.

"Master." Mo Yun whispered next to his ear, his voice aggrieved and inexplicably teasing, "Just tell me."

I haven't spoken for a long time, and the lights in the house have not been turned off. The longer the time, Mo Yun can see the color change at the base of his ears more clearly, and suddenly it becomes black and blind again, but Ye Wuchen seems to have forgotten that monks are also at night. Can see things clearly.

He saw that his master's ears were turning red, and when he heard this sentence, "...you are too fierce."

It was really difficult to say this, Ye Wuchen shut up after finishing speaking, buried himself in the quilt silently, and turned on the autistic mode.

Mo Yun was still a little stunned when he heard this answer. He always considered Ye Wuchen's feelings every time, and suppressed not to go too far, not too hard at all, for fear of scaring Ye Wuchen.

But his master is probably too thin-skinned.

Mo Yun opened his eyes in the dark and thought for a while, then grabbed Ye Wuchen out of the quilt, and smiled very sweetly, "Does Master know about soul-soul bonding?"

He always has a lot of weird ideas that Ye Wuchen has never heard of, and after Mo Yun explained to him, Ye Wuchen wanted to run immediately, but it was too late.

The next day, Ye Wuchen was already exhausted, lying on the bed weakly, scolding that little bastard in his heart.

What made him even more powerless was that the bastard Mo Yun seemed to be split again.

The spirit body Yun was cooking porridge in the kitchen, and Ye Wuchen ordered Xiao Baiqiu to go to the kitchen to help because of the color in his eyes. The young Mo Yun lay down beside the bed and explained to him obediently.

"Master, it's like this. I have already fused my soul, but I can't use too much power in a short period of time after merging my soul. It was already a bit reluctant to transform my spirit body yesterday, plus..."

The young man is easily shy, probably like Mo Yun always blushes for a while after doing something outrageous, so at this moment, the young man rubbed his flushed face and said cautiously: "So we split up again, But master, don't worry, I will be able to reintegrate soon."

Ye Wuchen responded dryly, feeling that his life was only that difficult.

In the next few years, whenever Mo Yun's body was subjected to large fluctuations in spiritual power, his soul would involuntarily split, and it was not until the day when this body was crowned that it stabilized.

And because of the mind-soul intercourse that Mo Yun decided without authorization last time, he was forced to abstain from sexual intercourse for several years. Ye Wuchen can be said to be hard-hearted in this regard, and has never softened his heart.

Until that day, when the sun was falling from among the luxuriant foliage, Mo Yun stood in front of Ye Wuchen, looking at him with a smile like a child who had achieved his goal and asked for candies.

"Master, I have reached the crown."

Approaching him step by step, this candy that can run and refuse, his voice is saturated with dangerous timbre, "I'm not young, Master."

In view of this, Mo Yun still dare not do it too often, because Ye Wuchen is pushed into a hurry, and he has to repeat the mistakes of abstinence for several years.

As for his god, he has already pampered him inside and out.

From now on, not to leave again, to be by his side, is an eternal promise, and also a contract that will never change.

One day, Mo Yun suddenly turned to the fairy book, he turned to one of the pages thoughtfully, and then easily caught Ye Wuchen on the wicker chair.

"Master, I want to form a contract with you called Silk Net Thousand Knots."

Ye Wuchen sat up and looked at the book in his hands, the spring light fell on the tips of his hair, and the sunshine permeating the spring covered his whole body with a light layer of gold.

This is the first god in the world, and then willingly fell into the love net laid by Mo Yun.

"Then make a contract."