Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

"I'm not from the God Realm." Ye Wuchen avoided Mo Yun's gaze, looked at the will-o'-the-wisp who was afraid of Mo Yun and hid beside him, and said nothing.

He was still in Hui Mozong during the day, but he came to hell at night, and he was already a little sleepy, so he stared at the will-o'-the-wisp and closed his eyes slightly, feeling sleepy.

Mo Yun frowned, and just about to lift his chin, the man knocked on his shoulder, he was slightly stunned, Ye Wuchen sat up straight again, forced himself to wake up, and stared at the bastard in front of him.

Keep an eye on it first, lest this ghost thing run away and don't know where to find it.

The four eyes met, the will-o'-the-wisp floating in the room was frightened by the inexplicably frozen atmosphere, and did not dare to move, froze in place, and timidly hid.

Ye Wuchen stared until his eyes were dry, he lowered his head and rubbed it, and he didn't forget to grab Mo Yun's cuff.

For a moment, Mo Yun said in the silence, "Sleep if you want to sleep."

Ye Wuchen raised his eyes, "Don't go."

This ghost thing is different from Hui Mozong's first impression of him. It is probably easy to leave him and run away. This hell is so big, if Mo Yun runs away, where will he find him?

Mo Yun, who just got up, looked down at the cuff he was grabbing, "Yeah."

Ye Wuchen didn't let go, Mo Yun pursed his lips slightly, "This is my territory, how can I leave."

However, this little thing kept holding him, still refused to let go, only heard him say: "Your territory is not limited to this mansion, who knows if you will go to another place."

Mo Yun remained silent, and it took him a long time to open his fingers inch by inch, "I won't leave."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left. After opening the vermilion door, he turned his head to look at the young man sitting on the bed. The light of the blood moon shone in, casting just an inch on his eyes. Satin was made to bind the eyelids.

He looked at the boy for a while, and saw that he was about to get up and catch up again, so he said: "I said I won't leave, what did I lie to you for?"

Ye Wuchen paused, the light of joy was gradually shut behind the door, and the ghost fires floating in the room came out tremblingly after Mo Yun left, a few faint lights.

Which side of the wooden window is not closed, and the wind blows in.

The person sitting there tilted his head, got into the quilt, and was blown away by the wind with a sigh, but he didn't hear a few words.

"You lied to me."

When Mo Yun left the wing, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Why did he give up his room?

After a moment of silence, Mo Yun could only find a random room in the mansion and stay there. In the middle of the night, he went to the attic where the score of life and death was stored. The more I think about this name, the more my heart trembles.

The next day, the icy sun of hell rose, the will-o'-the-wisps hid in the dark, and the prosperity of the world also existed in hell.

Because Ye Wuchen was afraid that the little bastard who turned into a ghost would leave him and run away, he was frightened awake by the dream very early, and after waking up, the little bastard really ran away.

He was silent in the huge mansion, and sat down on a random stone step, observing the expressionless Yin soldiers coming and going. After a long time, he found a single Yin soldier and tried to inquire about Mo Yun's whereabouts.

"Hello……"

"Don't stand in the way of idlers."

"I……"

The Yin soldier raised his pale face, pressed the long pointed gun with a white tassel in his hand against his throat, and indifferently repeated the four words he said just now.

This attitude probably means that there is nothing to ask.

Ye Wuchen could only retreat to the side, and found a way to go forward in this huge mansion.

And in another new world, the head of the Huimo sect sat on the bed and stared blankly at his side. Just the night before, the little guy he hid in the sect was still sleeping next to him. Why did he suddenly disappear?

Mo Yun, who had already arrived in this world, quickly got up, quickly put on his robes, and started looking for someone nearby.

The person he was looking for was also looking for him, but Ye Wuchen was in that world, and he was in this world, no matter how he looked, it was useless.

Somewhere, Qing Jun confronted the fish, "The two new worlds are going on at the same time, and if something happens to Immortal Master Ye, Mo Yun will not let you go."

The fish whispered: "Anyway, Mo Yun himself said that one world during the day and one world at night, and that the efficiency will be faster..."

Before he finished speaking, Qing Jun viciously slapped the fish to the ground, and the fish's eyes were full of gold stars, and he heard him scolding, "Do you think Mo Yun will scare his master like this?!"

Hearing this, the aura of the fish obviously weakened, and Qing Jun knew something was wrong when he saw it like this, so he held the tail of the fish and threatened: "Hurry up and release the two of them to me!" ! Otherwise, I will chop your fish head soup!"

The fish started playing dead.

Qing Jun waited for a moment, then sneered: "Do you still want your position as a world observer?"

The fish turned dead in an instant, but said that the two new worlds are already in progress, and the level-breaking experiment cannot be interrupted. It can only be terminated after Ye Wuchen completes the level-breaking experiment.

Qing Jun beat it to the ground again, "Then I will interrupt these two new worlds."

The fish properly poured a bucket of cold water on him, "It's useless, these two new planes are not under your control, you can't stop them."

The air was quiet, and finally Qing Jun couldn't help itching and knocked the fish out.

A blood moon rose again in hell, and the moist light poured down through the eaves. Ye Wuchen leaned on the railing of the corridor, looked at the moon that was darker than blood, and closed his eyes, feeling a little powerless.

What a little bastard.

Going around, he still went back to the room at the beginning. Ye Wuchen searched for someone for a whole day. Tired of searching, he leaned on the head of the bed a little tiredly, with his forehead resting on his knees. A strong sense of powerlessness.

Hell is big.

How can he find it?

The two doors were ajar, and seeing the night approaching, a few will-o'-the-wisps in the room came out from the corner again, and approached him cautiously, the faint light seemed to be still cool.

Ye Wuchen touched a will-o'-the-wisp casually, heaved a long sigh, feeling a little lucky in his heart, so he asked, "Do you know where Mo Yun is?"

However, the will-o'-the-wisp backed away as soon as it heard the name, shrinking back into the corner.

Ye Wuchen had no choice but to let go of these will-o'-the-wisps and continue to sigh.

He decided to stay up all night to see if Mo Yun would come over.

As soon as this idea came up, the door was pushed open. Mo Yun was dressed up, his black hair was tied up with a golden jade crown, and his platinum clothes made him tall and tall. Standing against the light, he held a simple book in his hand.

"Hell doesn't have your name. I plan to take you to the God Realm."

Hearing this voice, Ye Wuchen raised his head suddenly, his gaze swept to the figure in front of the door, he saw his face was calm and calm, he lowered his head silently, and after a moment of silence, he heard the boy's answer.

"It's been said that I'm not from the God Realm."

Mo Yun was still flipping through the book in his hand, and said casually, "The Three Realms are Nameless? Then where is your destination?"

Ye Wuchen just looked at him and didn't speak. It took him a long time to open his mouth, his voice was like a quiet spring in an empty valley, but it was barely audible, "You."

Soon, he changed the subject again, "Anyway, I'm not from the God Realm."

Mo Yun seemed to sigh, and when he walked up to Nian, the monk's book lightly slapped his forehead, "If you really are a little fairy who ran into hell, your body will be soaked in Yin Qi, blocking your path to being a fairy. Do you understand?"

Ye Wuchen snorted, "I'm not a god."

Mo Yun couldn't do anything with this little thing, and he couldn't bear to drive it out, and because of unknown reasons, he was concerned that his body was afraid of the cold, so he didn't dare to pull out his memory to watch it again.

He stood by the bed and put the book away helplessly, "Okay, I'll take you in for a while, and I'll see what's going on in the God Realm."

He turned around to leave, but Ye Wuchen immediately grabbed him.

Mo Yun glanced back at him, "Let go."

Ye Wuchen let go, but he began to bend over and put on his shoes and socks. His bare feet were just caught by the light of the blood moon leaking from the crack of the door, which was as red as blood.

Mo Yun knew his intention immediately, he turned around and watched the boy's series of movements, and pushed him down on the bed, "It's easy for people to think that you're plotting something wrong."

Ye Wuchen is very Buddhist, "Whatever."

He sat up and looked at the shoes and socks he had put on, jumped off the bed in an instant, and stood beside Mo Yun, planning to follow him wherever he went.

Mo Yun looked at the little thing next to him, and stretched out his hand to push him back on the bed. Ye Wuchen lay on the bed and glanced at him, then sat up again, but he pushed him back not long after getting up.

"..."

He was silent for a moment, and when Mo Yun relaxed his vigilance and turned to leave, he sat up again, stepped up to follow, and grabbed his robe extremely quickly.

Mo Yun stood in front of the door and looked at this daring little thing, "What have you been following me for?"

"I want to follow." Ye Wuchen raised his head to meet his gaze, was silent for a moment, and then grabbed his wrist, mainly because he was afraid that this person would come out of his shell with a golden cicada.

"I'm going to rest."

"Together."

Hearing this answer, Mo Yun suddenly clicked his tongue, leaned against the door frame, and looked at him under the bloody moon. A few withered crows were crowing, and under the desolate wind, he said slowly: "Your behavior of inseparable , quite like an assassin who wants to take my life."

Ye Wuchen figured it out, this is probably the reason why Mo Yun in this world does not allow others to break into his territory.

So Master Ye said: "You can search your body, I don't have anything murderous on me."

Then, a blow was struck on his forehead, and Mo Yun pinched his master's cheek rebelliously, "I don't think you have that ability."

Ye Wuchen pushed away the hand that was pinching his face, lowered his head, and smiled, "Yeah, I don't even have the ability to find you."

He grabbed Mo Yun's wrist again, and after a day of searching in hell, he found that he couldn't find Mo Yun here, and he lost his spiritual power, so the contract with thousands of knots in the silk net could not be opened.

The cruel blood dripping down from the moon covered the boy's side face, making his facial features look alluring, with a trace of powerlessness and helplessness.

Mo Yun's heart moved slightly, as if he had thought of something, he asked involuntarily, "You've been looking for me?"

It is obviously a bit silly to ask such an obvious answer. Ye Wuchen glanced at him and skipped the topic autonomously, "Where are you going to rest? I'll go with you."

Mo Yun was silent, and felt funny for a moment, "We've only known each other for a day, what do you want from me?"

"I've only known you for a day, and you promised me that you wouldn't leave. I believed it, so I wanted to find you when I woke up." Ye Wuchen sighed, his voice became flatter and depressed, "I'm looking for you." No, you left and said you wouldn't lie to me."

Mo Yun didn't know how the throbbing pain in his soul came from after hearing these words, he just looked at the young man, at that bewitching face, met those purple eyes that were neither frightened nor frightened, and felt slightly wet inside. Surprised.

He leaned closer, probably wanting to see the emotions inside, but the young man lowered his head, staring at the patch of moonlight on the ground.

It is bloody.

Mo Yun didn't speak any more, looked down at the wrist held by the young man, leaned over slightly, hugged him in his arms, turned and entered the wing, and closed the door.

"Where did you come from, little fairy, and you want me to sleep with you?"

He still can't refuse.

The curtain blocked the light outside, and Ye Wuchen was afraid that the little bastard would run away, so he held on to the hem of his clothes tightly. Mo Yun was very helpless with his small gesture, so he could only reach out and hug him.

A good night's dream.

On the second day, Ye Wuchen woke up in Hui Mozong. He looked around at the familiar scene, sat on the bed as an old monk and meditated, with a face of deep doubts about life.

Is he dreaming?

Before he had time to think about it in the future, Mo Yun, who had regained his status as the suzerain of the Hui Mo Sect, walked in quickly. When he saw the little guy on the bed, his steps suddenly softened, as if he was afraid of alarming others.

It didn't take long to sit next to the young man. Mo Yun took advantage of the young man's doubts about his life to size him up and down, and then he was relieved, and hugged him very lightly, his tone tense.

"Where did you go yesterday? I haven't been able to find you. I thought you were gone. You see, you have a special identity. What if someone is watching you..."

Ye Wuchen was stunned, looking at the worried Mo Yun.

No, hasn't he been with this little brat all the time?