Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The night was dim and the moon was hazy.

The shadows of the trees are mottled and swaying, the crows are parked on the top of the trees, the lights of thousands of houses are bright, and there are laughter and joy.

I don't know who's home slowly drifted the silent fragrance of flowers, fumigated the starlight all night.

A group of people on the road pulled carts and knocked on the door of each house.

The sound of fingers knocking on the wooden door was crisp, and the family who knocked on the door welcomed people in generously.

A white horse pulling a cart was tied to a tree in front of the house, and a paper doll with weird blush on its face walked into the house.

She combed her two horns, tied them with red ribbons, and wore red shorts. She delicately drew two arcs on her face with black ink to act as eyes.

Cherry's small mouth is as red as fire, she doesn't open her mouth, but she can make a sound.

"Hee hee, where is the person who made the wish?"

The owner of the house thought he was used to such scenes, and skillfully picked up a drunken beggar.

"This is it!"

The paper doll seemed very satisfied, and made a "chacha" sound of paper being folded from its neck, and then stretched out its hand to smooth out the creases on its neck caused by nodding.

The beggar was transferred to the cart by her, and the rigid face of the paper doll seemed to have some happy emotions. She led the white horse, hummed a song, and set off to the next house.

"Lonely man, break your wish, realize your dream, and pay back your life."

"Lonely and poor boy, the Goddess made a wish——"

"The body is complete, the hair is not damaged, I am grateful to Dade for returning my soul."

"Sincerity leads to spirit, build my cultivation base, and realize Qing's dream!"

For a while, the street was filled with paper dolls, and the singing voice was swaying. Every time a song was sung, the paper dolls would all laugh eeriely.

The villagers seem to be used to it, and even the children can sing a few songs.

The paper dolls are still knocking on the door from door to door. Although there are a large number of people, they are orderly and skillful.

Tonight there are many stars, shining with brilliance, forming a starry Milky Way in the dark sky, which looks bright and gorgeous.

Ye Wuchen spread out on the cart boredly, looking at the galaxy in the sky, the sea of ​​stars in his eyes was vast, as if the entire universe could be contained.

The face was covered with soft light from the starlight, and the eerie songs surrounded her ears.

The paper dolls couldn't tell whether the people on the cart were sober or not. As long as they saw poor people like this, they would be very happy.

He even happily said: "Sister Immortal must like you very much!"

The apprentice was lying beside him, not sure if he had fallen asleep.

Ye Wuchen turned his head and met a pair of bright black eyes.

Ye Wuchen felt cold in his heart.

... Is this little bastard thinking about how to kill himself?

He turned his head as if nothing had happened, and continued to look at the brilliant stars in the sky.

Looking from Mo Yun's perspective, half of his face was illuminated by the starlight, his eyelashes were long and thick, covering a large sea of ​​stars in his eyes.

The cold wind blew over Ye Wuchen's hair, leaving a rippling ripple in someone's heart.

Naturally, the little white ball would not miss such a good scene, it carefully drilled out from Ye Wuchen's shoulder.

There was an itching.

Of course Ye Wuchen is aware of this familiar feeling, but he shouldn't move too much now, he can only see what the little white ball wants to do.

The little white ball climbed up his neck, stayed at his Adam's apple for a few seconds, and then jumped onto his chin.

The fluffy touch is just around the mouth, a little itchy.

The little white ball didn't move, it seemed that it just found a place to watch the large galaxy in the sky.

It gradually became limp and did not dare to move an inch.

The paper doll leading the white horse didn't notice the slight movement, and continued to knock on the door one by one, and the number of people on the cart increased.

The people who were carried on the cart were basically in rags, and they all came here with the desire to have enough food and clothing.

The illusion created by the evil spirit is only effective for mortals, and even a young disciple who has just started can easily crack it.

It's a pity that most of the people who came to Mianyu Village to make wishes were poor people who believed in rumors.

They may be for medical treatment, or for money, or more likely to have enough food and clothing, and live a peaceful life.

But this wrong choice will make them regret for life.

Suddenly, a person was thrown on Ye Wuchen's body. It should be because the area of ​​the cart is not enough, so the person can only be stacked up.

The man looked like he had drunk too much, his cheeks were flushed, and he was talking in his sleep.

His mouth opened and closed, and a rotten smell filled his mouth.

Ye Wuchen almost pushed him away.

Fortunately, rationality stopped him, and Ye Wuchen finally closed his eyes powerlessly.

What a fucking day...

Mo Yun heard a faint sigh coming from there, so he glanced at Ye Wuchen.

The drunken man pressed against Ye Wuchen, his head was buried in his neck, his black lips fluttered, and he muttered to himself.

Ye Wuchen frowned tightly, closed his eyes, and covered the brilliance in them.

This scene is really dazzling no matter how you look at it...

Mo Yun turned his head, knowing that it is not appropriate to act at this time, and the master has also instructed this.

He took a deep breath, forcing down the restlessness in his heart.

Seeing Master's appearance, he seemed to be patient. If he acted rashly, he might ruin Master's plan.

Mo Yun frowned, but heard a reproach: "Stupid!"

Mo Yun was very surprised, and was about to reply, but the voice said again: "Shut up."

Although it was true that he shouldn't speak at this time, Mo Yun was still dissatisfied. He held his breath and asked from the bottom of his heart: "Who is your Excellency?"

"I am you."

The doubts in his heart were too late to speak out, his body suddenly lost control, and he watched himself slowly approaching Ye Wuchen.

Fingers climbed up Ye Wuchen's waist inch by inch, and got into his arms bit by bit, pushing the drunk aside, making the sound of physical collision.

The paper doll caught the sound almost immediately, and she stopped the cart to check.

Under the star river, the boy was lying on the man's body, looking like a little bird clinging to him. Both of them closed their eyes, and they couldn't see anything unusual.

Only the young man murmured: "Brother..."

The call of "Brother" was long and gentle, and the paper doll listened carefully for a moment, then suddenly giggled.

She carefully separated a strand of hair from each of the two, tore off a section of the red ribbon on her own head, braided their hair together, and muttered:

"Newlyweds, sit in a sedan chair and lift the curtain to enter the new door."

"The gentleman takes off his hijab, and the new wife calls out to him shyly."

"Mandarin duck wine, share a cup and drink, and sleep together under the quilt."

"The bride throws herself on the husband, undresses and unties the dragon and the phoenix."

Paper dolls are naive, they only have family affection and love in the world, but they are too "precocious", thinking that as long as two people have a large area of ​​physical contact, they are married couples.

After reading a song and braiding the hair, the paper doll applauded as if rewarding itself.

After finishing all this, she led the white horse to the destination in a good mood

Ye Wuchen's head was full of black lines, and he felt that he might as well be suppressed by that drunk man just now.

The hand was held, and a faint call came.

"Master."

Looking down, there was a tinge of red in Mo Yun's dark eyes, and the eye sockets were slightly smoky, as if he had just cried.

Because the conclusion of "the protagonist cried on his body" was too shocking, Ye Wuchen subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

"Master was suppressed by others."

Son, what you said is ambiguous.

I didn't know what to say, so I could only say helplessly: "It's okay, and I'm not hurt."

"hurt……"

Heartbroken, seeing his indifferent appearance just now, he really wanted to beat himself to death, cowardly, cowardly, and incompetent.

This is because of these, he will lose his master...

Trapped in his body, Mo Yun went from furious to dazed to calm, and finally waited for his "self" in the meditation space.

The peach blossoms along the way are like a road leading to a fairyland.

Accompanied by the song, the ethereal voice gradually poured into the depths.