Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Mo Yun in Hell doesn't like lighting lamps very much. At night, he can see his surroundings clearly by the light of the moon outside. At this time, he is grabbing a will-o'-the-wisp and playing with it in his hands. rub.

Where he sat, there was a ray of moonlight, which happened to fall on his eyes, casting crimson in the darkness.

The light of the will-o'-the-wisp in his hand had dimmed, probably because he was frightened, Mo Yun let go of the will-o'-the-wisp for the time being, leaned against the head of the bed, lowered his eyelashes, wondering what he was thinking again.

Ye Wuchen next to him stared at his movements, and stayed on the bar above his head for a long time, Shen Ling tentatively leaned on Mo Yun's shoulder for a moment.

Mo Yun glanced at him sideways, and suddenly said coldly: "I'll go and kill him."

Ye Wuchen paused, subconsciously said: "You can't kill."

Mo Yun lowered his head and said quietly: "You still care about him more... If you are not willing, then what do you think of me?"

"..."

"Obviously you came to recruit me first." Mo Yun didn't wait for his answer, and chuckled, "It's fine for me to stay here alone, as soon as you break in, pester me, you can pester me , you don’t tie it tight, and run to him every day.”

The moon outside was covered by dark clouds, and darkness fell in the room, with a chill emerging from the corner.

Mo Yun suddenly pulled the young man into his arms, with forbearance in his eyes, he raised his chin and asked, "What am I in your eyes?"

Ye Wuchen met his gaze, raised his eyes to look at the strip on his head, felt ashamed for a moment, sighed a long time, turned his head away weakly, and directly plunged into his arms.

This scumbag's blame has already been pinned on him, and he can't do anything about it.

"Go to sleep."

As soon as these two words were uttered, Ye Wuchen also felt that he was quite scum.

The main reason is that this guy doesn't listen to persuasion, and he doesn't believe me when I explain it to him. I made up hundreds of bloody episodes in my head, and I didn't say anything about getting into the play, but I even dragged him to act with him.

Moreover, Ye Wuchen originally planned to proceed step by step, trying to find a way to increase his concentration bit by bit, but before he could find a way, the value above Mo Yun's head went up, and then he took advantage of it to increase his concentration. He didn't pay attention to being stuck at that point, as if there would be no movement for ten thousand years.

After Mo Yun brought himself into the stand-in, he looked like a resentful woman. He wanted to push her away, but he was reluctant, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Ye Wuchen, no one dares to play with me like that."

"I didn't play with you." Ye Wuchen grabbed his clothes, remained silent for a long time, and said, "It's all you, I only like you."

Mo Yun focused on the first half of the sentence, "It's all me? You really still use me as his substitute. Your love is for him. Without him, you wouldn't come to me. You only use me as his shadow." .”

Ye Wuchen was speechless, and suddenly asked: "Then have you ever thought about why I came to you after seeing him?"

"Because you are greedy."

"..."

I can't talk anymore, I can't talk anymore.

Mo Yun murmured softly, "Asshole."

Ye Wuchen shut himself up.

I don't know how long it took, some small voices sounded around, especially strange in the dark, before he figured out where the voice came from, Ye Wuchen's wrist was handcuffed in a cold place.

He was just a little sleepy at that time, and when he noticed something unusual, he raised his hand to look at it, then heaved a long sigh, and went to observe Mo Yun who was driving the iron chain.

The iron chain came from nowhere, and it clasped one of his wrists, and he still felt a little heavy when he raised his hand.

Mo Yun lowered his eyebrows, without showing any guilt, and said: "Stay with me, don't go looking for him."

"Then you can change to something that is not so cold."

Mo Yun glanced at him, hummed lightly, and then started to untie the chain on his hand, replacing it with a piece of red silk.

Ye Wuchen stared at the knot above, not sure if he could go back to that world like this, but generally speaking, as long as Mo Yun was by his side, he should be able to go back with him.

So he grabbed Mo Yun's robe, lay down and fell asleep without any psychological burden.

Mo Yun sat on the bedside and stared at him for a moment, grabbed the shivering will-o'-the-wisp beside him, and whispered: "Go to the human world and check Hui Mozong."

At this moment, Ye Wuchen hadn't completely fallen asleep, he couldn't help opening his eyes when he heard this, and sighed as he looked at Mo Yun who was jealous with him beside the bed.

This little bastard will kill himself sooner or later.

The morning light is faint, and the light beams shine through the bat-patterned windows, reflecting the dust.

Ye Wuchen woke up in Hui Mozong, he was lying on the bed in the inner room, but Mo Yun went out early and was not by his side.

He looked around, tidied up casually, got out of bed, and walked out of the inner room.

The incense here was replaced with another kind of light, delicate fragrance, so weak that it couldn't cover up the faint smell of blood floating in the room.

Mo Yun was injured for some reason, and he was dealing with it with his coat half hung. Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, he paused, quickly put on his clothes, and then tried to change the subject: "You got up late recently, Are you tired recently?"

Ye Wuchen looked at the unchanging streak on his head, and rubbed the center of his brows.

It's not a scene where I have to accompany you every night to fill in the double.

"Why are you injured?" Mo Yun still heard him ask such a sentence, and Shen Ling said for a moment: "It's okay."

Ye Wuchen had already stood in front of him, "Let me help you take a look."

This cub used to come to him for comfort after being cut by a kitchen knife. This kind of behavior of hiding the wound on his body could only be seriously injured, so he didn't dare to show it to him.

Mo Yun ducked back, "However, I can be regarded as your half master,..."

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, and he had no choice but to swallow the rest of the words, "If you don't recognize me as a master, then I can be regarded as your half elder. Don't go back to sleep again?"

Ye Wuchen tore off his clothes directly.

There was a bloody claw mark on his chest, and the half-wrapped bandages were scattered by his movements, and the smell of blood was even stronger.

Mo Yun hurriedly got up and gathered his clothes, without giving him any time to react, he dodged and fled from this place.

In the afternoon, someone came looking for Sovereign Mo. As soon as he knocked on the door, he looked at the surrounding scenery suspiciously. The man's eyes instantly caught up with the young man who was sitting by the window and flipping through the pages of a book. "Why did you change the incense in the Sovereign's house?"

"..." Ye Wuchen looked at the line on the book and said, "It will be exchanged."

"But this kind of incense can't suppress those monsters that are too powerful. It is inevitable that there will be monsters to attack. Why did the suzerain suddenly change?"

Ye Wuchen remained silent, before asking after a long time: "What do you want from him?"

"Oh, it was the elder who asked me to talk to the suzerain about the sect's renovation of the martial arts hall."

"I'll tell him, you go back first."

The Zhumen closed, Ye Wuchen looked out the window, his fingertips unconsciously pressed on the table, his nails turned white.

Mo Yun didn't return outside for three days, and he didn't come back until the wound on his body healed, and the little guy who seemed to be waiting for him didn't say a word when he saw him come back, and only crawled into his bed to lie down and sleep at night.

Mo Yun wanted to reach out to touch him, but because of the way he looked at him, he withdrew his hand, coughed lightly and said, "I, I can..."

"No, take it away."

"……Um."

Mo Yun scratched his face, after these days of getting along, he has become less and less airy as the suzerain, so cowardly.

"I..." He spoke again.

Ye Wuchen opened his eyes, and there seemed to be light spots dancing in the dark eyes, "Is the injury healed?"

"Well——" Mo Yun didn't dare to look him in the eyes at this moment, and added the second half of the sentence with a guilty conscience, "There is still a wound that hasn't healed."

"Row."

Ye Wuchen turned over to face the wall after uttering this word, and ignored him.

Mo Yun licked his lips, touched his hair with his fingertips, before he could speak, Ye Wuchen moved in, "I'm going to sleep."

Mo Yun could only shut up.

For some reason, he had the illusion that this little guy would make him kneel.

He vetoed this idea as soon as it came out. After all, he is also the master of a sect, so why should he be made to kneel by this little guy?

After returning to Hell, Ye Wuchen still fell on the same bed at the beginning, with red silk wrapped around his wrist, Mo Yun, this bastard, hadn't seen him for three days, so he was probably depressed and his voice was choked up.

"You still go back to find him... I can't shut you down no matter what. After all, he is more important than me. I also understand the principle of first come first, first come first. Everything you give me is for him... After all, I am here You have nothing in your heart!"

Well, the bloody plot is coming again.

Ye Wuchen glanced at the red silk on his wrist, tugged at his clothes, "Mo Yun."

The person sitting by the bed turned around in a daze, with a three-pointed bewilderment, "You, I, I thought you weren't coming back..."

Ye Wuchen said: "Look at my memory."

Mo Yun paused, put away the choked sobs that were suppressed to the extreme, and smiled softly, "What? Are you here to say goodbye this time, let me read the memories of you and him, so that I can give up?"

Ye Wuchen took a deep breath, dragged him to him, roughly ripped off his clothes, found the unhealed wound lying across his chest, and asked him, "How did you get this wound?"

Mo Yun obviously paused, "How do you know that I am injured?"

"Now I'm asking you."

Mo Yun lowered his head, looking at the scar by the moonlight outside, the faint blood fell on it, like a layer of veil.

"I have no idea."

Because he was injured by a monster in Hui Mozong, this world does not have this sect or that kind of so-called monster, and it is impossible to complete this part of memory for Mo Yun.

"Okay." Ye Wuchen stared at him closely, the hand bound by red silk grabbed his wrist, and then put it on his shoulder, "Now look at my memory."

Subconsciously, thin ice appeared on the fingertips, wanting to pierce the boy's flesh and explore the deep soul.

Still holding back, Mo Yun said, "Go and find Granny Meng."

The boy's memory is still about the Hui Mozong. During the three days when he couldn't come to hell, he kept holding the file, and occasionally wrote a few lines on the white rice paper with a pen.

On the desk facing out of the window, the young man has serious eyebrows and eyes, and every stroke he writes is correct. He is explaining the two worlds to Mo Yun through the fragments in his memory.

"Hell and Hui Mozong are in different worlds..."

One stroke at a time, carefully written.

The last time I read Memories of a Teenager, Mo Yun focused on the person who looked exactly like him, and his body and mind felt sour. He didn't care about the fundamental difference between the two worlds, and spent all day following him. The stand-in is a rivalry.

Jealousy will lower Mo Yun's IQ, making him so ruthless that he dares to kill himself.

After reading that memory, he went to look at the sleepy young man on the bed. His skin was porcelain white, and he could see the light blue blood vessels under the skin when he looked carefully. The moonlight laid down a layer, and he seemed to be lying in the dim light.

Mo Yun couldn't help shaking him awake, "What you said in your memory, is it true?"

Ye Wuchen opened his eyes bewilderedly, the ghosts around him, and then he noticed his words, so he replied: "Really."

He really didn't want to take the scumbag's script anymore.

Mo Yun stared at him for a moment, "So, you really don't belong to these three realms?"

"Ah."

"Then why am I doing this?"

"...It's very troublesome to explain."

"But how do I explain my memory here?"

Ye Wuchen said: "You have been brainwashed."

Mo Yun was stunned, "What is that?"

"Cough, to put it simply..." Ye Wuchen sat on the bed and thought for a while, "This place will instill in you some experiences that you have never had before, and create an unwarranted memory for you."

The will-o'-the-wisps hid in the corner, seeing that Mo Yun's expression was wrong, they spontaneously gathered into a group, and the group continued to tremble.

"It's all fake?" Mo Yun lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes swept down, covering the light in his eyes, "...I don't believe it."

This child has been brainwashed very successfully.

Ye Wuchen tapped his eyebrows, but said: "What did you encounter here?"

Let him see what kind of memory made the boy like this.

"I..." Mo Yun paused for a moment, "I was born in the god clan, my parents died early, my fellow clan insulted me, and I was demoted to the lower realm."

This description is very concise, Ye Wuchen blinked slowly, this experience is very similar to Mo Yun's childhood stage.

He tilted his head and stared at the person in front of him. Mo Yun in hell had a layer of gloom hidden between his brows and eyes, like a young man who only cared about revenge when he first met in this life on Zhiqing Peak.

When this person gave him a little sweetness when he was young, he would be secretly happy in his heart, not to mention that the person who gave him the sweetness was Ye Wuchen engraved in his soul.

Ye Wuchen supported his face, and tugged at his robe, "I'm here to find you."

The blood moon was covered by the drifting clouds, and slowly revealed again. The light in the room dimmed and then came back on again. The wind blew the curtain beside the bed, and it rose and fell for a while.

Mo Yun still lowered his brows and eyes, looking at his fingertips, recalling this so-called false memory, "Then will you take me away? I will believe you if you take me away."

"Well, take you away."

The two worlds alternated chaotically, and he came to take him home.

"Really? Don't lie to me?"

Ye Wuchen stared at the number on his head, wondering why there was still no movement, and sighed: "What are you lying to?"

"Many people lied to me."

"Do not lie to you."

Mo Yun turned his head to look at him, pursed his lips, and asked again: "But where did you go? Is that Hui Mozong?"

Ye Wuchen looked at the suspicious boy, and reached out to pat his head. The red silk tied around his wrist covered half of Mo Yun's face.

"Don't go there, go back to our place."