Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The pond under the blood moon was full of skeletons, and the howls of ghosts and wolves blown by the wind were refined and surrounded by ears. In the dark night, everything looked eerie.

The bluestone railing by the pond was covered with a thin layer of ice, reflecting the bloody brilliance, and Mo Yun's pale fingertips crushed it, crushing the chill.

Ye Wuchen didn't know why he made up such a bloody stalk, and still grabbed his robe, the dark black cloth was also cold.

"No, there is no such thing as a double."

Mo Yun didn't believe his words at all, but just looked down at the young man's fingertips on the clothes, and then retracted his hands inch by inch, avoiding his touch.

The voice was slightly low, and the eyes were dark, "No? I look like him, and I have the same name as him. You also met him first. If there is no him, would you come to hell to find me?"

Ye Wuchen was momentarily at a loss for words, this moment of stupefaction was enough for Mo Yun to recall the destruction of the world, he looked down at the thin layer of ice covering his fingertips, and crushed it inch by inch, "...you hesitated."

"If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have come to me at all." As soon as the words finished, there was a chill in the surroundings, Mo Yun shook off his hand that touched him again, "Stay away from me."

Covered in chills, he stood by the pond and watched the pile of skeletons below. He looked carefully, and found that under the light of the blood moon, the skull's dark eye holes seemed to be bleeding.

Mo Yun raised his eyes to look at the moon, and smiled softly, "I went to look for him in those days when you disappeared, but I'm afraid..."

He didn't say anything later, but changed his words as if mocking himself, "Little Immortal is very greedy. He came to see me after finding him, and took me as his shadow. He disappeared for half a month and came back——I doubt you I plan not to come back, just pity me."

"It's not what you think..." Ye Wuchen grabbed his sleeve robe and wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start, so he stopped for a while.

Seeing his reaction, Mo Yun sneered and pulled off his robe, then turned and left, walking swiftly, not intending to give him the slightest chance to catch up.

Ye Wuchen finally found someone, how could he let him run away, subconsciously chased after him, although his body temporarily lost his spiritual power, his foundation was still there, and it took light work to barely catch up with Mo Yun's pace.

But in fact, he kept up with it, and he didn't even think about how to explain it.

This little bastard is really good at brainstorming.

Therefore, Ye Wuchen could only grab his wrist first to prevent this person from running away.

Mo Yun didn't even give him a chance to explain. He shook off his hand and walked forward without looking back. After a few teleportation, he disappeared in place, leaving only Ye Wuchen standing in the huge mansion, watching The empty palms were in a daze.

It is really difficult for Master Ye to have such a brat.

Even so, he still had to take the person back, and still had to find someone in this winding mansion, even though he couldn't even tell the way.

This dilapidated mansion was not well repaired, so Ye Wuchen could only find some stones to mark along the road, so that he would not find someone and lose himself.

He thought, it would be great if this place could be leveled.

The unchanging blood-colored moon had already risen to the tip of the willows. He searched for the huge mansion, and searched more carefully in remote places, but he still couldn't find Mo Yun's shadow.

Now it's all right, if no one can be found before dawn, then Mo Yun will go to another world with no one to accompany him, and he doesn't know what to make up for.

Ye Wuchen leaned on the golden nanmu pillars in the corridor, looked around, looked at the row of unopened wings and sighed, and could only resign himself to looking for them.

Still no one found.

He turned into a remote place along the corridor, he was tired after searching for most of the night, he didn't pay much attention to the road ahead, and stepped on a sharp rock, which threw him to the ground.

Ye Wuchen was so stupid by himself, he stood up and wiped the dust on his hands casually, and then continued to move forward.

A marble desk was placed under the dead unknown tree, and a glass of wine was spilled on it. The crystal clear wine was mellow, reflecting the blood color in the sky, which was particularly dazzling.

He searched around the tree and found no one. Ye Wuchen walked to the front of the table and picked up the overturned wine glass. There was a thin layer of ice on the outer wall of the wine glass. Mo Yun should have just left.

He looked around and walked in one direction without hesitation - because it was colder there.

No will-o'-the-wisps dared to approach on this road, the only light source was the moon in the sky, the dim blood-like light paved a section of road under the feet, Ye Wuchen walked quickly, and finally saw Mo Yun's back.

He glanced at the surrounding buildings, tapped his toes, and jumped onto the eaves. After a while, a young man landed in front of Mo Yun.

Mo Yun turned a blind eye, and wanted to teleport away, but was caught off guard by the young man's arms around his waist. Ye Wuchen wanted to keep people from running away, and his actions were so reckless that he threw himself into his arms.

The tip of his nose hurt a little, he didn't dare to let go, fearing that this ghost thing would disappear while he wasn't paying attention.

The chill around him quickly subsided, Mo Yun clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist, and made a light sound from his knuckles, and he said after a long time, "Let go."

Ye Wuchen didn't bother to pay attention to him when he caught someone, and he was thinking about how to make this kid stop making up those weird bloody plots.

After waiting for a while before the boy let go, Mo Yun frowned impatiently, "I let you let go."

That round of moon casts a slightly moist light, and the will-o'-the-wisps dare not approach, nor dare to stay away, hiding at a safe distance, floating up and down.

The boy in his arms thought for a while and only came up with one sentence: "You are not a substitute, don't think about it."

Mainly, he is really not a scumbag who hugs one another during the day and one at night.

Immortal Master Ye has lost all his innocence ever since he took on this brat.

Mo Yun smiled, and inserted his fingertips into his hair, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze, so that only his own shadow could be seen in those unique purple eyes, "Then tell me, who do you care about more."

For some reason, this cub seemed to get jealous of him easily.

Ye Wuchen said: "You."

After answering, Mo Yun looked at him with meaningful eyes, and heard him press: "How long have we known each other? How long have you known him? Do you think I will believe what you say?"

Ye Wuchen pursed his lips, "It's really you."

Why did things develop like this? Can't he be allowed to settle for a point?

Mo Yun was silent, and suddenly sneered, pinching his chin with his cold fingertips, brushing his lips with his cold fingertips, bending his dark eyes, but uttered two extremely sinister words, "Lie. "

Ye Wuchen was so angry that he wanted to explode.

He pulled Ye Wuchen's clothes, trying to pull him away from his body, but this person hugged him so tightly that he couldn't pull him away for a while.

Mo Yun used all his strength to push him away from his body. Just as he was about to leave, he saw a tear at the knee of his white robe.

He paused, glanced at the young man who seemed a little tired, and subconsciously asked, "Have you ever fallen?"

Ye Wuchen didn't answer, and hugged him again.

This kid is floating like a lonely ghost. It's really hard to find, so be careful not to let him escape from under your nose.

For some reason, Mo Yun was irritated by his actions again, he gritted his teeth and raised his face, his eyes seemed to be blazing with fire, "Is this your attitude as long as someone who looks like him comes?"

Immortal Master Ye with a good character said: "No."

The two were in a stalemate, their shadows merged together, neither of them spoke, it was very quiet.

In the end, Ye Wuchen couldn't help but said: "I can explain it, will you believe it?"

Mo Yun couldn't bear it long ago, but when he heard this sentence, he relaxed inexplicably, his knuckles cracked, but he said, "You speak first."

"Actually, these two are you,..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yun looked over coolly.

"Do you think I will believe this kind of nonsense that deceives children?"

He gritted his teeth, "Get out of my land."

Ye Wuchen paused, looked up at him, silently let go of the hand around his waist, turned and left.

Walked very simply, not muddled at all.

It was already late at night, and it would probably be dawn in a while, Mo Yun stood there looking at Kong Luoluo's embrace, feeling a little dazed in his heart, and laughed at himself after realizing it.

He was planning to leave, but he paused inexplicably, wanting to look back to see where the boy had gone, but his body was stiff again.

The two shadows are staggered.

Mo Yun lowered his head and walked away.

The soul fell so fast, so fast that he believed that after a glimpse, he fell in love at first sight.Before he could fully react, his whole heart was tied to the boy.

The intense joy for him is brought from the soul, and seeing this person is like a flood that has opened its gates, pouring out in full force, leaving no one a moment's time to react.

When I saw him, I lost my soul.

It's inexplicable, weird, and this damn feeling can't be explained.

Fascinated by his thoughts, he was crushed to the ground by the boy who fell from the sky without defense. Ye Wuchen kicked him over and squatted beside him, smiling kindly, "What I say is true, you have to believe it if you don't believe it."

Mo Yun frowned, the surrounding chill rose, just as he stretched out his hand to do something, he smiled colder than ice at the young man.

"You dare to try."

The frost on the fingertips was crushed again.

"What are you doing?" Mo Yun wanted to get up, but his chest was pressed down by the boy's knee again, he couldn't help but frowned, "Did I pamper you too much?"

Ye Wuchen looked at the bar on his head, it was only fifteen percent.

He was really going crazy with these numbers.

He still pressed Mo Yun, intending to beat him into a trick, "What I said before is true, you have to believe it."

Mo Yun glanced at him, turned his head and remained silent.

"You look at me."

Mo Yun was silent for a moment, "Why are you looking at you? Looking at you with this face, isn't it easier for you to think of him?"

Ye Wuchen was very angry.

After several times of confrontation, Mo Yun still didn't intend to believe him, and still only believed in his double's guess, Ye Wuchen was almost pissed off by him.

"Enough." When Ye Wuchen was so angry with this little bastard that he collapsed, Mo Yun got up effortlessly, dragged the little bastard in front of him, and raised his eyelashes, "I don't know What good is it for you to step on two boats, but I don't want to be someone else's shadow, you either leave, or forget him for me."

He glanced at the sky in the distance and smiled, "If you want to go back to him..."

Mo Yun bent down and buried him on his neck and shoulders, smiled lowly, bit Ye Wuchen's neck, and made a seal.

"Give this to him as a present."

Cub, is it really okay for you to be so angry with yourself?

Hui Mozong.

Because Ye Wuchen stayed up with the little brat all night, he didn't wake up until noon, and when he woke up, he was still curled up in his quilt, only his eyes were exposed.

Dressed neatly, Mo Yun found a place to sit in the room, buried in a pile of books, probably dealing with sect affairs.

Hearing the commotion on the bed, Mo Yun looked back, his eyes were bent, probably trying to laugh, but his eyes were fixed in one place, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"You...were you from the Hui tribe yesterday?"

"Ah."

Ye Wuchen saw Mo Yun's eyes on him, smiled, and asked knowingly, "What's wrong, looking at me like that?"

"I,..." Mo Yun muttered, unable to utter a word.

Ye Wuchen got out of bed to get dressed, tidied his hair casually, and then went to the window to look at the weather outside - the gray sky shrouded, and it was estimated that it would rain.

Mo Yun finally couldn't help but walked up, patted him on the shoulder, involuntarily stared at the red mark on his neck for a moment, and then said: "You haven't been bullied, have you?"

"No."

He answered concisely, and Mo Yun noticed the dull blackness under his eyes, "You are still young, be careful of people outside, don't be fooled by others."

His lips were drawn into a line, "If anyone bullies you, tell me."

As Mo Yun said, he suddenly pressed his fingertips against his neck, erasing that trace.Ye Wuchen raised his eyes to look at him, feeling that this brat was thinking wrong, so he smiled and said, "Where are you thinking? I look so easy to bully?"

He rested his chin and looked outside, and slowly yawned, "I'm still a little sleepy."

"Then go to sleep again."

Watching the boy fall asleep by the bed, Mo Yun's gaze was like a knife, tracing his eyebrows and eyes, then lightly touching his skin, looking at the silk thread.

Mo Yun lowered his brows, "If it's not easy to bully, then you... will you do it voluntarily?"

He returned to hell at night, Ye Wuchen was still in the wing room where he first came, and there were still ghosts floating around, he was silent for a while, looking at the strip on Mo Yun's head who was sitting by the bed.

Eleven percent.

Tired.

"Are you back?" Mo Yun was smiling, "I was with him during the day and came to my place at night, are you sleeping with me?"

Ye Wuchen sighed, "Well, go to sleep."

Mo Yun choked, and suddenly lowered his eyes, "You really don't have any burden at all."

Ye Wuchen continued to sigh, "I'm so sleepy, sleep or not?"

It was originally a casual sentence, but it changed in Mo Yun's ears, "Sleepy? What did you do with him during the day?"

Ye Wuchen choked speechlessly, "You think too much."

Mo Yun lowered his head, he couldn't show those ruthless methods to this fifteen-year-old boy, he could only say: "Didn't he say anything?"

Probably asked about the hickey, and his tone was very cold, Ye Wuchen thought about it, and felt that he should have made himself into a mistress who meddled in other people's feelings.

It was obviously a story of two people, but he insisted on making up a bloody plot of three people.

What can Ye Wuchen do, he is also very helpless.

"I didn't say anything, I asked if I was being bullied, and asked me to tell him who was bullying me." Ye Wuchen looked at the other party with a smile and finished speaking.

Mo Yun was silent for a moment, "Did you tell him?"

"No."

"You mean you still want to step on two boats? Coward."

Ye Wuchen: "..."

See if he doesn't break the little brat's leg when he goes out.