Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

As the saying goes, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, when killing people and setting fires.

The surrounding was quiet and silent, and the cold wind outside the window creaked the half-closed wooden window. Ye Wuchen lay on the bed in despair, asking Mo Yun's blackening value over and over in his heart, forcing himself to wake up.

The protagonist is right next to me, so scary...

Maybe because he felt the stiffness of the person beside him, Mo Yun couldn't help but wrap his arms around Ye Wuchen's waist, and curled up beside Ye Wuchen.

"Master?"

Ye Wuchen's heart skipped a beat, and he responded in a low voice.

I was roaring with Xiaobaiqiu in my heart: "Maoqiu, I may be killed by the protagonist as your host, and there is no way to become Long Aotian. You should find another good master."

Little Baiqiu panicked and almost said the word "Master".

"Master—Host, don't worry, he won't kill you."

Who knew that Ye Wuchen had already made up his mind to go, and his tone was full of fear and resoluteness: "Don't comfort me, I understand. After I die, can I throw my ashes in the sea? I'll see if I can wear it." go back."

"Master, why don't you believe me!" Xiao Baiqiu said angrily.

"Do you think I believe in you or believe in blackening value?"

The little white ball stopped talking, thinking about what the blackening value is, and finally came to the conclusion that it must be a good thing done by the "stick to the plot" system.

Hearing the creaking of the wooden window, Mo Yun got up suddenly, which really scared Ye Wuchen enough.

He closed his eyes tightly, thinking that the door of fate had been opened, and he wanted to accept fate calmly.

Just as he washed his neck and waited for fate to knock on the door, Mo Yun had already closed the window and ran to the bed with a thump.

"Is Master afraid of the cold?"

Ye Wuchen, who didn't wait for his fate, nodded seriously: "Yeah."

It wasn't to kill himself.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Mo Yun, who had returned to the bed, was next to Ye Wuchen, and suddenly asked, "Master, can I hug you?"

"!!"

Ye Wuchen was frightened and stammered, "Yun'er, is it cold...?"

"I'm afraid Master will be cold."

"Cultivators, no...!"

Before he could finish explaining, Mo Yun had already grabbed his hand and said seriously: "Master's hands are so cold."

Ye Wuchen: I said I was scared by you, do you believe me?

In short, it was a compromise in the end, as long as it was not killed.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you still need yourself in the following plot, it is impossible to belch so soon, and it is really a mess right now.

However, if the protagonist really can't bear it, what if he kills himself directly?

Damn... I dare not think about it.

Mo Yun snuggled into Ye Wuchen's arms contentedly, feeling the bamboo fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, and the warmth emanating from his master, as if he believed that he was by his side only after confirming these.

In the moon-white space, the young man who couldn't see his face looked at the little white ball that had turned into a human form in a daze.

The figure of the little white ball is very handsome, and the eyebrows are a bit like the young Mo Yun. He is wearing a moon-white robe that doesn't fit very well, looking down at the young man, and the voice is a deep male voice that he has never heard before: "You and me?" What did my master say?"

The young man didn't react, he frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Haha..." Xiao Baiqiu covered his face and laughed, a little crazy and sick.

"That's right, you don't remember me anymore, haha, you were the one who made Master leave me before, but now you are the one who makes him alienate me!"

He wanted to kick the young man to the ground with all his might, but he didn't dare to do it, because the master had said that you can't fight.

He could only pinch his palms hard and force himself to calm down. Finally, he took a deep breath and said weakly: "Forget it, Master, forget it too, forget it..."

The young man bowed his head, not wanting to pay attention to this man who suddenly went crazy.

But when he lowered his head, he saw a fluffy little white ball staring into its red eyes, and asked himself fiercely: "How is the blackening value calculated?"

This is a problem in his own work, and the young man explained: "It is calculated according to the degree of blackening in the protagonist's heart."

"You mean, I... Mo Yun is just pretending to be cute now?"

"Yes, data don't lie."

"Then what do you think my blackening value is?"

"The system can only query the protagonist's blackening value."

The little white ball smashed hard on his knee, "Look quickly!"

The young man was a little bored, but he was also afraid that it would beat him indiscriminately again. Although he hadn't endured it for a long time, the feeling still made people linger.

He looked over with a pair of inorganic eyes, and after a little calculation in his mind, he blurted out: "The blackening value is 45."

After he finished speaking, he was stunned, his eyes staring straight at the soft white ball.

Little Baiqiu blinked, and probably had a guess in his mind.

It closed its eyes and opened them again, the color of the eyes became dark, and the little white balls in the black eyes smiled softly, "Take a look at mine again, please."

"The blackening value is 10."

"Thank you."

In the blink of an eye again, the little white ball's eyes turned red again, and the young man had already begun to doubt Tong Sheng.

This night is destined to be unstable.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky in the distance just turned white.Ye Wuchen strolled downstairs with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, ordered some light dishes, and began to lie on the table to catch up on sleep.

Although cultivators don't need to eat, they can't sleep without sleep, let alone Ye Wuchen, a proper modern person.

He buried his head in the crook of his arms, feeling like he had passed through the gate of hell last night.

The blackened little bastard was hugged all night, his body froze all night, and finally fell asleep in the middle of the night, only to be awakened by a nightmare again.

Looking at the young man who was sleeping peacefully beside him, Ye Wuchen almost cried.

"Master."

A soft and sweet call penetrated into Ye Wuchen's ear, Ye Wuchen raised his head and pulled out a bitter smile, "Wake up..."

The young man held on to the side of the wooden ladder, walked down quickly, rushed to Ye Wuchen and sat down next to him, smiling sweetly: "Master got up really early."

"Yeah..." Ye Wuchen blurted out, turned to see Mo Yun's confused face, and quickly added: "I'm used to it."

Mo Yun lowered his head, at Zhiqing Peak, Master always sleeps until the sun rises, and occasionally gets up early, and will lie down on the rattan chair until that hour.

"Master, this disciple is causing you trouble."

"Eh?"

Ye Wuchen looked at Mo Yun's drooping little head, a damn sympathy welled up in his heart, and he rubbed his head with his paws.

"Master got up at night and watched me for a long time."

Hearing this, Ye Wuchen's heart skipped a beat again, his little head moved, and he looked subconsciously——

The boy was crying, but he wrinkled his nose hard to keep the tears from falling. He asked softly, "I, shouldn't I..."

"Sorry, it's my first time sharing a bed with someone, so I'm bound to feel a little uncomfortable, and I won't be able to do so in the future."

Ye Wuchen wiped away the tears overflowing from the boy's eyes with his fingertips, hugged him gently, and comforted him in a low voice.

"Really, Master?"

"Ah."

Mo Yun rubbed his eyes with one hand, and asked cautiously: "Then, can I still sleep with Master?"

"Ah."

Um? !What did he promise, it's over...

Sure enough, Mo Yun burst into laughter immediately, and said loudly, "Thank you, Master!"

Shu Er wrapped his arms around Ye Wuchen's waist, buried his head in Ye Wuchen's arms and rubbed contentedly.

Ye Wuchen felt that he was going to die.

During the conversation, Xiao Er had already served the dishes, crisp and delicious cold cucumbers, stir-fried green vegetables, and golden juicy corn stewed pork ribs.

Seeing the two hugging each other, Xiaoer reminded: "You two, please have dinner."

The master and apprentice separated immediately, and Ye Wuchen coughed dryly twice to thank him in order to ease the embarrassment, and asked the apprentice to call Lu Xiao and Yuxi by the way.

Lu Xiao himself is a big foodie. When he came down, he saw that there were only three simple dishes on the table, and he ordered some meat dishes. He ate very happily.

Ye Wuchen put the bowls and chopsticks on the table when he was full, feeling a little drowsy, so he could only close his eyes and rest his mind.

"I inquired about it, and said that this outsider never came out after entering Mianyu Village, and the villagers only let in those who don't seem to have much money."

Mo Yun carefully chewed the green vegetables that his master asked him to eat more, and told what he had seen and heard in his previous life as if nothing had happened.

Ye Wuchen, who knew the truth, was ashamed. If he remembered correctly, the villagers in the book kept this secret very well. People outside thought that the people who entered were living a fairy life inside, so they jumped up without knowing why. fire pit.

After all, this is Yuxi's task. Of course, Lu Xiao has to pay more attention. He asked with the meat in his mouth, "Really?"

"A passer-by said, but the disciple doesn't know."

Ye Wuchen planned to push the boat along: "Let's just take it as real, and make a few sets of clothes for common people later, there is nothing to lose."

Yuxi was busy chopping the rice with her head down, so she didn't listen carefully. She was a little surprised when she came to Xiuge, "Aren't you going to Mianyu Village?"

Then she somehow got Lu Xiao's violent millet.

The owner of Xiuge is a woman. She is holding a round fan, her lips are vermilion, and her eyes are slanted. She glanced at the four of them coldly and said indifferently: "The guest officials are going to Mianyu Village. ?”

Lu Xiao: "Yes."

There was a trace of coldness in the boss's eyes, "I advise you not to go, that place is very evil."

Ye Wuchen: "But if you enter, you can't get out?"

"You know?" The boss looked at this man who was more alluring than a woman again, and was a little puzzled: "Why do you go if you know?"

"Rescue."

The round fan in the boss's hand fell to the ground, she bent down to pick it up, patted the dust on it, "I'll go and choose some sets for you."

She twisted her body into the room, and quickly took out several sets of Pusu's clothes with some patches on them, which can be said to be very common people.

Lu Xiao was about to give money, but was told by the boss, "No money, just save the person."

Her tone was lonely, she covered her mouth and nose lightly with a round fan embroidered with golden peony flowers, her eyes were intertwined with hope and bewilderment.

"Don't worry." Ye Wuchen said.

The boss waved his round fan to signal them to leave quickly.

Presumably, an old friend also entered Mianyu Village.

The warm sun is rising, pedestrians are hurrying on the road, the street selling is gradually rising, and the world is full of fireworks.

In the nearby Mianyu Village, the villagers led tourists one by one into their homes and treated them lavishly, making the guests drunk with wine and enthusiasm.