Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The ancient trees are towering, and the fallen leaves are rustling.The Immortal Emperor leaned against the tree trunk with Ye Wuchen in his arms, and the small hole he dug was in front of the left.

The light and shadow were sparse, hitting the Immortal Emperor's face here and there, elegant and gentle.

The Immortal Emperor said that the place where they are located is the God Realm, and the tree behind them is the origin of the God Realm, named "Longevity".Now that the protoss are gone, longevity is slowly withering.

Ye Wuchen froze his body, staring at the small pit in front of him: "What is buried in that pit?"

The Immortal Emperor looked at it, and suddenly tapped his forehead with his hand: "You gave me that, forgot?"

Ye Wuchen was stunned, laughed dryly, moved to the side, "Remember, remember."

The Immortal Emperor seemed to be very satisfied with his answer, he directly pulled the man over and put him in his arms, the dead leaves fell, Ye Wuchen stuck his neck, and leaned forward as much as possible.

"..."

The Immortal Emperor behind him leaned over and murmured in his ear, but what Ye Wuchen heard was a harsh noise.

Ye Wuchen complained like a little white ball in his heart: "Is the voice of the Immortal Emperor an infrasound?"

The Immortal Emperor suddenly stopped talking, and rubbed his neck and shoulders hesitantly.

Only then did Xiao Baiqiu explain: "Maybe he's talking about his old friend again..."

"Crack-"

Some dead branches fell from above and fell to the side. The peaceful and peaceful time did not pass long, and Ye Wuchen could clearly feel the change of the person behind him.

The Immortal Emperor's body gradually became limp, as if he had no strength, but his hands still insisted on hugging Ye Wuchen, the tip of his cold nose rubbed against his warm mandible, and the long and thick eyelashes swept over his earlobe, causing a shiver.

The little white ball said in a disappointed tone: "He has cast a curse on himself. After the gods are destroyed, his life will slowly be lost, just like the tree behind."

The dead leaves fell into the palm of his hand, Ye Wuchen looked up, the green branches and leaves were now withered and yellow, crumbling.The underground lawn also withered and turned yellow in an instant, and the withered grass that had lost moisture was still a bit thorny.

"The Immortal Emperor?"

Ye Wuchen shouted.His hands were still folded in his belly, holding the booklet like a baby.

Just now, he disregarded Ye Wuchen's objection, and read the above words tenderly.

Suddenly, Ye Wuchen accidentally touched the cold hand of the Immortal Emperor—I really don't understand, how could he kill his lover with his own hands?

He got up cautiously, letting the Immortal Emperor sit on the trunk of the longevity tree.There was still a gentle smile on the corner of Xiandi's mouth, and his face was still rosy from his life. He leaned quietly by the tree, as if he had a sweet dream.

In this person's eyes, it seems that there is only his old friend.

The dead leaves rustled on his body and hair, soft and soft, beautiful and misty, but there was a eye-catching bloodstain on the white clothes, adding a strange enchantment to this soft scene.

Ye Wuchen looked at it for a while, sighed slowly, then turned around to leave, but was disturbed by the feather in front of him.

"Ok?"

He turned around, momentarily surprised.

The Immortal Emperor leaning on the tree closed his eyes, only half an inch of rosiness on his delicate fair face faded, a mixture of paleness and translucency, just looking at it like this was a bit suffocating.

And his lower body has already turned into flying feathers wrapped in sunlight, the white feathers are pure and clean, but the tip of each feather is stained with a bit of abyss-like black, so clean that it is not pure.

The feathers are very light, and when the wind blows, they can pass by and float far away.

A feather fell on the top of Ye Wuchen's hair, and he took it off carefully, before he could see it clearly, the feather turned into fine light in his hands, melting into the sun and moon, playing the role of stars in the daytime.

The wind picked up, and the feathers on the ground were blown away. They hit the tree trunks and flew in mid-air, and all of them dissipated one by one, grand and desolate.

It is said that Yuhua ascends to immortality, but that may also be a farewell.

Ye Wuchen was wrapped in flying feathers, he didn't even dare to touch these fragile feathers, he could only watch them shatter into little stars and recede like a wave.

He didn't even know how he left the illusion, until the biting cold wind hit his face, he wrapped up the fox fur belatedly, looked at the vast snow field and the frozen corpse with severed fingers, Ye Wuchen turned back By God, he put the corpse into Xanadu, ignoring the old man's thanks, he stepped on the snow field in a daze, detoured for a long time, and finally found the cave from the beginning.

The fire had already been extinguished, and after Ye Wuchen set up the barrier, he took out the two thumb-sized children, and the two teenagers fell asleep peacefully in his sleeves.

I had no choice but to hold the two pocket boys and start to light the fire.

Ye Wuchen was holding a piece of firewood dully, remembering in a daze that he didn't seem to know how to light a fire.But I don't know how long it has passed in the illusion. It's dark outside, and the air is cold. The two teenagers in the hands are wearing very thin clothes-will they be sick?

He picked up Mo Yun, the boy's face was flushed red from sleep, he was holding his little hands, his little feet kicked in the air twice, and then waved his hands a little uneasily.

In an instant, Ye Wuchen's heart melted.

He dug out two small cotton padded clothes, helped the two teenagers change into them, and spread a fluffy woolen blanket on the ground, and put a bright night pearl beside it.After setting up the two teenagers, he surrounded the extinguished fire and studied how to light it.

Once, the old man in the village taught him to drill wood to make fire, and also taught him how to identify flint, but Ye Wuchen didn't listen carefully at all. He even ignorantly took out the lighter in his pocket and said: "In the future I'll take it with me wherever I go!"

But now, Ye Wuchen bit his nails silently, and asked the little white ball in his heart: "Hey, can you make a fire?"

Little White Ball: "Yes. The host first finds a dry branch and sharpens it, then finds a piece of flatter wood, and finally prepares some flammable items, let the branch drill sparks on the wood, and put flammable things on it. Enough."

Ye Wuchen started to light the fire according to its request, and inadvertently asked: "Who is pretending to be the Immortal Emperor..."

Little Baiqiu stammered in panic: "No, I don't know."

"You said why he was so ruthless, he said love, but he killed his beloved."

Little Baiqiu was silent for a while, tongue continued to knot: "Probably, there must be something hidden..."

Ye Wuchen nodded, and wanted to continue to say something, but the branch in his hand broke suddenly, and there was a crisp "click", which made Ye Wuchen tremble with fright.

Little Baiqiu finally found a way to change the subject: "Host, don't use so much force, and also, be more attentive."

Ye Wuchen obediently responded, went to cut another branch, came back and practiced primitive fire-making techniques, but in the end the fire didn't come out, and he almost caught two arms.

He slumped on the ground, swung his arms frantically, and hit himself in the face with a "slap".

Ye Wuchen: "..."

"Master?"

Ye Wuchen rubbed his face, followed the voice, and found that Mo Yun had returned to his original size, tilting his head and staring at himself in doubt.

He seemed to have seen Master hit him just now?

Mo Yun looked at the mess on the ground next to him, and wanted to laugh—could it be that he was extremely angry because he couldn't make a fire?

He walked over pretending to be calm, took the branch in Ye Wuchen's hand, and drilled skillfully on the flat board, sparks sparked after a while, and he put the sawdust on it gently and quickly, quickly Start a fire.

Ye Wuchen felt that he was showing off his skills: "Isn't Yun'er a fire element?"

Mo Yun smiled at him, his small face illuminated by the fire was warm and gentle: "I am demonstrating to Master."

Ye Wuchen confirmed Mo Yun's point of view that he was showing off his skills in his heart. He turned cold and said awkwardly: "Thank you..."

It's not very honorable to be compared to a child.

"Will Master meet?" Mo Yun looked at Ye Wuchen's expression and rolled his eyes with a smile.

Ye Wuchen was silent for a while, got up and looked around, found a suitable material and sat back down again, drilling wood conscientiously.

Little brat, I can't beat you to death, I'll let you dazzle!

Ye Wuchen stared at the piece of wood viciously, completely treating him as Mo Yun who was ready to be slaughtered.

"Master, the strike is too heavy."

Ye Wuchen lightened his strength.

"Master...too light."

Mo Yun got an extremely dissatisfied look from Ye Wuchen - don't think that you are the protagonist and I am afraid of you.

Mo Yun smiled, is Master so energetic?

In the end, Ye Wuchen learned a new skill from Mo Yun's "Treatment". He moved the sleeping little Ailin to the side of the fire, fearing that his little body would be burned, so he surrounded him with more Protected by a water spirit force.

"Yun'er, how did you start a fire?"

"...I didn't have much clothes to wear in winter, so I learned from beggars."

The fire was crackling, and all the warm yellow light was scattered on the boy's face, throwing into the long past hidden in his eyes.The culprit, Ye Wuchen, felt a dull pain in his heart for a moment, but he finally stared at the fire and did not speak again.

Sometimes, he didn't want to doubt the kid Mo Yun, but the blackening value really couldn't be ignored.

"Master, Immortal Emperor..."

"He's dead—but when did you fall asleep?"

Mo Yun hesitated for a moment, since the Immortal Emperor approached him, he lost consciousness, and he didn't know what happened afterwards, he only vaguely remembered that he had intersected with his two souls, but the specific content was already very vague.

Mo Yun pondered and planned to tell Shizun about the split of his soul, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound. He frowned and called out tentatively: "Master."

"Huh?" Ye Wuchen was having a great time poking the fire with a wooden branch in his hand. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Mo Yun.

"No, it's okay..." I couldn't tell about the split soul.

Ye Wuchen stared at him for a while, then slowly lowered his head and continued playing with fire.

Mo Yun was silent, he kept adding firewood to the fire, making the fire more and more prosperous, Ye Wuchen summed up what happened afterwards to Mo Yun, and then saw him staring at the fire without saying a word, looking a bit rigid.

Ye Wuchen flinched in fear—what cruel torture is this child holding back in his heart...

He straightened his clothes, dropped the branches that had been burnt to charcoal, walked up to the side of the young man and sat down, tucking the hair on the side of his face behind his ears, fearful in his heart but not showing it on his face: "What are you thinking?"

Mo Yun seemed to have just come back to his senses, looked at him steadily, and suddenly leaned on his shoulder, muttering something.

Master, I didn't mean to hide it from you, but I really can't tell...

Ye Wuchen froze, and patted the boy's back tentatively, could it be that he couldn't think of torture and was depressed?

Although the two have different thoughts, the picture of sitting around the fire is also harmonious. The warm firelight is intertwined with the cold light from the night pearl.

In the early morning of the next day, the genius in the east turned pale, and Ye Wuchen stood at the entrance of the cave, holding a blue object.

"Soldier spirit?"

"Tell me! Did the Immortal Emperor's consciousness be taken away by you!"

"What should I do with his consciousness?"

"Refining spiritual consciousness can boost cultivation, you don't even know that?"

Ye Wuchen picked up the soldier spirit, it was now fierce, with a crying expression on its face, as if the most cherished candy had been eaten by someone.He nodded Bingling's head and paused every word: "I didn't take it."

Bing Ling stared at his calf, obviously not believing his words.It put its hands on its hips, with an angry expression, and its small mouth spit out a series of words like a machine gun: "In the illusion before, the Immortal Emperor has never become a feather, nor has he hugged a person so intimately! He is decisive in killing and never keeps alive. Everyone in the illusion is obviously dead, so why did you survive!"

Ye Wuchen rolled his eyes: "Then you go ask him, come here and ask me what I do?"

Hearing what he said, Bing Ling felt even more aggrieved: "His consciousness has disappeared, where can I find him..."

As he said that, many sparkling tears overflowed from his big eyes, "The formation of the winter environment is also maintained by his spiritual consciousness, what can I do without him!"

Putting on such a heartbroken look, those who didn't know thought her husband was dead.

Ye Wuchen was annoyed by the noise, so he summoned Shuang Jiang, and said, "Then I'll give you back this sword, okay?"

Bing Ling looked at the snow-white sword body, and hugged Shuang Jiang violently, the mournful sword cry mixed with howls.

"Xiao Wu, you followed a heartless man! I said that beauty is poisonous, but you still want to follow him! This man cheated the Immortal Emperor and even abandoned you!"

Shuangjiang let out a sad sword cry

Ye Wuchen: "..."

"Look at his face, he looks charming, ah!"

Ye Wuchen pulled the soldier spirit who was suspected of playing tricks from Shuangjiang, and said fiercely: "Give me enough time!"

Bing Ling looked into his eyes, sobbed and wiped away the tears, then took a deep breath blatantly, let go of his voice and howled: "The heartless man!"

Shuang Jiang also let out a mournful sword cry.

Ye Wuchen plucked his eyes away: "If you make trouble again, I will really lose you!"

Shuang Jiang stopped immediately, and stood beside him flatteringly, the blade of the sword was still shaking.

Then, Bing Ling hugged one of his fingers and began to gnaw, but its teeth were round, and biting on his hand was like tickling.

"have you had enough?"

When the soldier spirit was mentioned in front of Ye Wuchen, it turned its head fiercely, and cursed: "Fantasy bastard!"

With a smile on the corner of Ye Wuchen's mouth, he shook his little clothes and said, "I just look a little like the old friend of the Immortal Emperor."

Bing Ling: "The Immortal Emperor has never shown that kind of look."

"Which look?"

Ye Wuchen got a look of contempt from the soldiers.

"Are you blind?"

Unconvinced, Ye Wuchen shook Bingling again, which made it complain endlessly.

Bingling endured the dizziness, pointed at Ye Wuchen with his small hand firmly:

"I don't care, you clearly smell like an immortal emperor!"