Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

There are two beauties guarding outside the main gate. They point to bright cardamom, their hair is tied into a snake bun, and a pearl and jade stepper is inserted at the top. Thin smoky white gauze, hands placed between the abdomen, wide sleeves hanging down.

A pink and white streamer is wrapped around the elbow, with a gentle and pleasant temperament, graceful and graceful.

Looking behind them, there are dozens of doors surrounding the circular corridor in the middle, and wooden ladders are built on the left and right sides of the corridor, and the handrails of the ladders are exquisitely carved with flowers and jade.

The center of the corridor is hollowed out, and the floors below can be seen, with red lacquered railings repaired on the sides, and five vermilion columns connecting the upper and lower floors.

In front of dozens of gates, there are guards of beautiful women of national beauty and beauty. They are all dressed in the same uniform and have exactly the same appearance.

Ye Wuchen opened the door and saw such a scene. He looked at the two beauties with embarrassment. The two beauties had plum blossom marks on their foreheads with red mud, and one of them stretched out his finger to lightly touch the Between Ye Wuchen's forehead.

"Don't worry, the goddess will call you."

A force pulled Ye Wuchen back into the room, the beauty saluted him slightly, and the door closed automatically.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

He pushed the door open again, before the two beauties closed the door, he yelled dissatisfiedly: "I'm cold."

A quilt fell from the sky, covering Ye Wuchen.

"boom--"

The door was still closed heavily.

This cotton quilt is silky in texture, light and soft, with light pink silk as the quilt cover, and two patterns of peach and plum are embroidered with needle and thread. The stitches are meticulous and the embroidery method is peculiar and complicated.

Just an ordinary quilt.

Ye Wuchen got out of the quilt speechlessly, put the quilt on his shoulders, jumped onto the bed unsteadily, and wrapped Mo Yun inside.

Accidentally touched Mo Yun's hand, the fingertips were cold and the skin was smooth.

"Master?"

"cold."

Ye Wuchen shrank himself into a ball.

The two beauties outside will fight in martial arts. In the book, Mo Yun beats the two beauties with injuries, and attracts the right lord. He is defeated and flees in a hurry.

But now Mo Yun is indifferent, and even shrank beside him very obediently, Ye Wuchen began to doubt the authenticity of the protagonist.

He quietly asked the little white ball in his heart: "Why is the protagonist not moving?"

Little White Ball: "Probably depends on the host."

Ye Wuchen ignored this sentence directly, and turned to another system to ask: "Xiao Jian, why doesn't the protagonist follow the plot?"

The "stick to the plot" system is still thinking about why he can measure the blackening value of people other than the protagonist.

He even tested all the people he met these days, and none of them had this kind of situation.

He thought about it, racked his brains, and couldn't calculate this string of abnormal data. In the end, he could only come to the conclusion that there was more than one protagonist.

"Xiao Jian, why don't you speak?"

"Stick to the plot" system: "Maybe the protagonist doesn't need to follow the plot."

The second monk Ye Wuchen couldn't figure it out, and asked again: "What do you mean?"

"Stick to the plot" system: "It's not interesting."

Ye Wuchen: I really shouldn't have written novels in the first place.

"Master, can I go to another compartment through the corridor door?"

"sure."

After Ye Wuchen finished speaking, he added: "But now the group of paper dolls are still below, so it's inconvenient to move around."

If you listen carefully, there are actually small singing voices coming.

Mo Yun slowly moved to Ye Wuchen's side. In his previous life, he was too reckless and rushed out without understanding the situation. Not only did he get injured, but he also failed this mission.

He was also in this room in his previous life, but he was alone at that time.

He saw two beauties, and one of them seemed to say something when he saw him, but at that time he was eager to prove himself, and beat the two beauties in Qionglou to nothing.

Thinking of this, he jumped out of bed, ran to the door, and opened it forcefully.

Ye Wuchen thought that he was finally going to act, and his heart jumped for joy, but he didn't show it at all on his face, he just looked at the young man's back lightly.

The two beauties were slim and graceful, with light smiles on their eyes, red makeup on the end of their eyes, and lips like cinnabar sand. When they saw Mo Yun, they looked surprised and lifted their lips to reveal their bright teeth.

One of them took a step forward, looked at Mo Yun's defensive face, and said, "Be safe and don't be impatient, take us to report to the goddess."

Mo Yun nodded calmly, closed the door indifferently, and rushed back into the quilt.

"Master, why did you fall asleep?"

Ye Wuchen sat with his knees hugged, put his head in the crook of his arms, and closed his eyes.

He thought to himself: "The main character goes to fight, and the supporting role just pretends to be dead."

However, after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the sound of fighting. Instead, he heard the sound of talking in his ear. Ye Wuchen was so frightened that he nearly rolled off the bed.

Why is the little bunny walking silently?

He supported the edge of the bed, and the quilt rolled around his body twice, turning him into a caterpillar.

Ye Wuchen tried his best to get out of the quilt, helped some loose hair, and asked nonchalantly, "How is it?"

Mo Yun repeated the beauty's words, and Ye Wuchen picked out some stock from his memory.

In the outline, Mo Yun's father is the son of the devil, and the son of the devil fell in love with a girl in the world and gave birth to Mo Yun.

But this relationship is not favored by the Mozu, and the Mozu also hates iron and steel, and ordered people to capture their son and kill Mo Yun's mother.

But Mo Zun underestimated Mo Yun's father's love for the girl, and every time he resisted angrily, none of the soldiers sent by the Mozu returned.

When Mo Yun was three years old, both his parents were killed, leaving him alone.Mountain.and Sanxi.

And the demon that needs to be suppressed for this mission is a peach blossom demon that Mo Yun's father had rescued.

But before the story fully reveals the truth, Ye Wuchen, as the author, has already revealed it.

In fact, he only wrote about Mo Yun's rebirth in that book, and the readers in the comment area were crying over Mo Yun's past life. Before Mo Yun was reborn, he would fight back every day, and he, the author, was gone...

So Ye Wuchen only knows the outline and background of his book in his mind.

What an unqualified author.

Ye Wuchen sighed silently.

The fresh fragrance of peach blossoms came, and the closed door was pushed open, and a little loli about five heads and tall strode in. With a short wave of her hand, the door closed automatically.

She was humming a little song, her hair was divided into two strands and hung behind her head in a ring, and a golden bell was adorned on the left and right sides, and she jingled when she walked, her voice was clear and crisp.

The little Lolita was wearing a wide-sleeved pink dress, a white gown on the outside, and a small skirt underneath. The skirt was round, like a skirt made of peach petals.

She stepped on the cold floor with bare feet, a golden bell tied with a red rope around her ankle, a safety buckle around her waist, and a red tassel hanging underneath.

The lotus root white legs exposed under the skirt are clean and round, and the whole appearance is accompanied by the soft ringing of bells, lively and lively.

Mo Yun stood in front of Ye Wuchen for the first time, and the experience of fighting this person in his previous life is still vivid in his memory.

Little Loli jumped onto the chair and sat cross-legged, and suddenly tilted her head at Mo Yun and smiled cleanly: "Brother Mo Song's son!"

Mo Yun: "What?"

He looked at Ye Wuchen at a loss, in his previous life he had no conversation with this little witch, but now her words made him unbelievable...

Ye Wuchen rubbed his head soothingly.

It was my own fault, and I set the protagonist as an orphan whose parents both died.

"Where did you start, he is obviously my son." Ye Wuchen took Mo Yun into his arms, looking at little Lolita with some doubts in his eyes.

In that case, ask her to let you meet your parents.

Little Lolita became anxious when she heard this, she tapped her toes, flew directly to the bed, and asked with raised eyebrows: "Why is he your son! I thought I hugged him back then, why didn't I see you then? "

Ye Wuchen looked her up and down, and the contempt in his eyes was self-evident: "You, the one with small arms and legs, still hugged my son?"

The little loli jumped angrily: "You, don't believe it!"

"I don't believe it, what can you do to me?" Ye Wuchen hid behind Mo Yun and made a face.

Little Lolita was out of breath, her five fingers forming claws were about to rush over and grab his neck.

Mo Yun glared at her, little Lolita withdrew her hand embarrassingly, snorted softly, glanced at Ye Wuchen haughtily, then said to Mo Yun: "For your sake, I won't hurt him for the time being."

"But you don't have to call a thief your father—he's not your father."

Before Mo Yun could speak, Ye Wuchen poked his head out again: "Then tell me who his father is!"

After saying this, he shrank back abruptly.

Mo Yun could not help but feel amused when he felt Master's actions, but he didn't know his purpose, so he could only nod along with his words.

Little Loli took a deep breath to calm her emotions.

Then, she turned around and used her fingertips as pens to draw in the air.

"Give me a good look—especially you, the boy who considers a thief as his father!"

Her voice was childish, and as her body swayed, the peach blossom fragrance became more intense.

Ye Wuchen rested his chin on Mo Yun's shoulder, and said softly, "She may know your biological parents."

Mo Yun froze, and the emotion in his heart was self-evident.

With the painting gradually formed by the little Lolita's fingertips, the whole room changed.

The three of them came to a meadow, the grass was slightly wet, it seemed that it had just rained.

Little Lolita motioned for them to move forward, while she held her head high and walked ahead with her little hands behind her back, muttering something in her mouth.

"Back then, I met Brother Mo Song here."

After she finished speaking, a man approached with a child in his arms.

He has black hair and high tufts, a jade crown inlaid with agate, a dark blue brocade coat, black handguards that are close to the skin, a girdle inlaid with jade, and a black jade pendant.

His skin is a kind of white that has not been seen all year round, with star eyebrows and sharp eyes, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he has a hearty and heroic temperament.

The child in his arms was dressed in the same style as him, with a small ponytail tied on his head with a red string. He looked no more than a year old, and was holding the man's skirt with his fat little hands.

The man turned back and shouted:

"Xin'er, follow up!"

A gentle female voice came from behind: "Okay, okay, A Song is really, what are you doing so fast?"

The man put his arms around the child and sent him up, with a teasing tone: "Is the lady angry?"

Having said that, he deliberately stopped and waited for the woman behind.

The woman came in steps, dressed in a purple gauze skirt, her hair was half-draped, with white jade hairpins on her head, her eyebrows and eyes were soft like the moonlight in a misty cage, her temperament was generous and dignified, and her eyes were full of affection.

Holding a round fan in her hand, she unhurriedly poked the man's face with the handle, angrily and funny:

"How could I be angry with you—Yun'er bit your clothes!"

"Ah! Oh, you little naughty boy!" The man frantically went to probe the child's small mouth, while the woman smiled sweetly at the side.

Suddenly, Mo Yun unconsciously grabbed Ye Wuchen's... quilt.

Yes, everything in the room disappeared except the quilt.

The quilt on Ye Wuchen's shoulders was pulled off, he put a cover on himself, and looked down at the sluggish Mo Yun.

He looked at the still gloomy sky, decided to bear the pain and parted ways, put the quilt on Mo Yun, and then looked arrogant and unreasonable.

"Who are you to sow discord between our father and son!"

Little Lolita was about to take this skinless and faceless person with admiration, she stomped her feet angrily: "I, Goddess!"

"Even if it is a god, it can't provoke our relationship!" Ye Wuchen clasped his fists and said dissatisfiedly, seeing that little loli wanted to retort, he immediately added fuel to the fire.

"Besides, immortals can change everything, who knows if this is true or not!"

Little Lolita was so angry that she couldn't breathe smoothly: "I...you are in my memory now! Memory!"

Ye Wuchen saw that the fire was almost over, so he hugged Mo Yun who was covered with a quilt: "Who knows if you used another memory to sow discord, and left."

"You stop for me!"

Little Lolita is going crazy.

Absolutely, absolutely not let benefactor's children be bewitched by this person!

Ye Wuchen hugged Mo Yun, dragging the long quilt on the ground, he heard Mo Yun's trembling voice.

"Master, is it true? I...have parents too?"

Ye Wuchen didn't answer, just patted his back gently through the quilt, and nodded slightly.

Whether it's the outline or the memory of the Peach Blossom Demon, Mo Yun does have a pair of parents who love him very much.