Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

On the other side of the maple forest, Mo Yun picked up the soft whip, stared blankly at Ye Wuchen who was smiling slightly on the opposite side, looked at each other for a moment, and said coldly: "Who are you?"

Ye Wuchen's expression was astonished, and he shouted in some confusion: "Yun'er?"

Guisha boredly scratched the maple leaves on the ground, the black flames streaked across, and the red maple was instantly scorched black.

There was a rustling wind in the forest, and the white gown on Ye Wuchen's body was blown into wrinkles. He stretched out his slender fingers, as if to hold Mo Yun.

Mo Yun just cast a glance at him and quickly avoided, retreating to the side to grab Gui Sha, and mercilessly cut off Ye Wuchen's extended hand, instantly blood splattered everywhere.

Ye Wuchen covered his severed hand, staggered a bit, and looked at Mo Yun in disbelief, with fear in his eyes and tears glistening in his eyes.

"Yun'er...?" Shan, Yu, San, Xi.

"Stop pretending, where is my real master?"

Mo Yun wiped off the blood on Guisha in a flat tone, looked at Ye Wuchen without any hesitation, and asked for an answer.

"I am your master."

Ye Wuchen looked at Mo Yun with a wounded face, his charming peach eyes were stained with a blush, sad and lovable.

"Heh." Mo Yun put Gui Sha on his neck, "Do you know, Master, he never takes the initiative to approach me."

A trace of panic flashed across Ye Wuchen's face, but he calmed down immediately, and said softly: "It was Master who was not good..."

The ghost on the neck added more strength, Mo Yun's eyes were burning like a torch, and his tone was fierce: "You know, what a stench you exude."

There was a difference on Ye Wuchen's face. Before he could speak, Mo Yun said coldly: "It's a damp and rotten smell."

After finishing speaking, Mo Yun took Gui Sha away from his neck, and stabbed him into his heart suddenly. Ye Wuchen let out a muffled grunt, and instantly turned into dead branches and rotten leaves, falling on the flat maple leaves.

During this period, he never touched Mo Yun's body, not even once.

Mo Yun wiped the ghost carefully, dragged it on the ground, and walked forward slowly.

Although the master is gentle, his movements are not so delicate and contrived, and he is not that weak, let alone let others slaughter him.

It's just that in this huge maple leaf forest, how would he find Master?

It's so annoying, why are we separated?

Guisha rubbed against the ground, leaving traces along the way.In a maple-red world, the young man was full of hostility and hurried on his feet.

Suddenly, a reckless child rushed over from the side, hugged Mo Yun's leg tightly, and raised his head crying: "Brother, brother, I can't find my mother..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the child looked at Mo Yun's bright red eyes in horror, with a trace of black air bubbling from the corner of his left eye, the child muttered: "Brother..."

Mo Yun looked down at the child indifferently, blinked slowly, and the ghost in his hand moved quickly, beheading the child's head.Before the child could escape, it turned into a pile of maple leaves and fell to the ground.

My blood started to boil, I wanted to kill someone, I really wanted to...

Mo Yun stayed where he was, covering his left eye, feeling extremely flustered.

"Mo Yun, you are a demon, you were born dirty..."

In the abyss of my heart, there was a voice screaming, like a beast about to break out of its cage.

"roll!"

Gui Sha was thrown by Mo Yun, and stabbed on the strong maple tree beside him, making a muffled sound.Mo Yun knelt down on one knee, supporting his body vigorously, resisting the voice in his body.

The sound was like fingernails scratching sharp stones, sharp and numb to the scalp.

The blood in his body was scorching hot, like a huge wave turning up in his body, the waves were turbulent, and the magic power that had been suppressed on weekdays rushed into the calm dantian wantonly. Mo Yun tried his best to adjust his breath, protect his heart, and then slowly guide his spirit The force fights against the magic in the body.

But the magic power is extremely ferocious, it quickly entangles the spiritual power, and seeps into it inch by inch, making it painful and hot.

"Don't struggle, you are a demon. You will still be handed by your good master..."

The bristling sound came from nowhere, like thorny thorns passing through the eardrum, but the pain was powerless to resist.

"Get out of here! Get out!"

Mo Yun curled up on the ground, and raging black flames rose from his body, surrounding him, and all the maple leaves on the ground were reduced to ashes.

All the scenes from the previous life came to mind - cold contempt, decisive distrust, whipping for no reason...

Heart-stinging memories.

But the Master in this life is as gentle as a willow under the moon and flowers, gently swinging the branches; and as lazy as a cat, lying and opening its belly all day long, unwilling to take the initiative to approach, but not resisting dependence on others.

The two images of Ye Wuchen intersected in his mind, and Mo Yun was in a trance. He had already begun to be unable to distinguish what was real and what was illusory.

A strong sense of suffocation and loneliness struck, pushing Mo Yun to the mouth of the abyss.A bloodthirsty feeling hit his forehead, and the intention of killing enveloped his heart.

want to kill...

"Kill who?"

Wanting to kill that snow-clothed man...

"Go."

The voice in his heart was clamoring, Guisha trembled the sword, and flew back to Mo Yun's hand. Mo Yun struck the ground with the sword and got up with difficulty. His sanity had not completely disappeared, and his red eyes were still clear.

Mo Yun has only one thought at the moment:

Master is no longer what he used to be, he is fine now.

He clutched his heart, forcefully shot out a burst of spiritual power mixed with magic power, his body was shaken, and he forced out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Yun wiped the corners of his mouth, and his black eyes returned to firmness: "Master is very good."

That voice was not annoying, and it sounded faintly again, the voice was still piercing: "No matter how good he is, he will accept other disciples, and he will still neglect you... Hehehe..."

Inexplicably, anger rose in his heart, Mo Yun's face turned pale, and his tone was a little frightened: "No, no."

That voice left behind a string of smirks, which gradually disappeared.Mo Yun couldn't imagine what it would be like if the master accepted others as his disciples, and what he would be like...

The master will gradually ignore himself, and will shift his attention to others - then, how should he deal with himself?

With this terrifying thought in his mind, Mo Yun just stood there in a daze, not moving for a moment.

The autumn wind was bleak, and there was a boy's cloyingly sweet voice behind him.

"Master, Master! I can't walk anymore."

Immediately afterwards, there was another gentle and refined male voice: "Are you tired, then take a rest."

As soon as Mo Yun heard the voice, he subconsciously turned around and looked behind him.

Ye Wuchen wore a white shirt Shengxue, elegantly and calmly led the child beside him to rest under a maple tree, the two were chatting happily, but due to the distance between them, Mo Yun couldn't hear clearly.

Suddenly, something dimmed his eyes, and hot liquid fell from his face and slid to the corner of his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked it—salty.

Seeing Ye Wuchen's gaze shifted to this side, Mo Yun hurriedly turned around and hid behind a tree, and recalled the ghost who had been scratching the leaves on the ground back to the spiritual space.

He covered his mouth, and Dou Da's tears fell down desperately.

Master, he has a new disciple, and Master doesn't want him anymore.

The grievances in my heart are like a tide, I can't tell whether it is jealousy or sadness, it must be both.

He wiped away the tears on his face indiscriminately, poked out half of his head cautiously, and stared at the two people in the distance.

The master is the real master, does the master really not want him——

The tip of his nose was acidic, and tears welled up, but he continued to stare at the movement over there with great strength.

Why does that kid look exactly like him?

Did the master deliberately find a disciple who is exactly like him? No, it's an illusion!

The moment Mo Yun learned the truth, he immediately held back his tears.

He cautiously slid over, dodging one maple tree after another, and it took a lot of effort to sneak past without a sound, listening to their conversation silently.

Ye Wuchen: "Thirsty?"

"Mo Yun" nodded, and obediently took the water bottle in his hand. Because he drank too much, clear water overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't wipe it, so he looked up at Ye Wuchen and said happily: "Thank you, Master. Respect!"

Ye Wuchen wiped away the water stains at the corners of his mouth very considerately, and said in a doting tone: "Xiaolou mouth."

Mo Yun beside him was so angry that his teeth were itching, wishing to wring that "Mo Yun's" head off.

But even driven by strong jealousy, he still found something wrong——Ye Wuchen shouldn't be so considerate, even if he is gentle, he keeps a good distance with others, he never touches others proactively, What's more, it is to myself who always deliberately keeps a distance.

Just thinking about it, Ye Wuchen seemed to be aware of his own affairs, and he turned his eyes and blinked for a moment, but his eyes were ecstatic but he didn't know it.

Mo Yun was so watched that his heart skipped half a beat, but the anger towards the fake Mo Yun and the inexplicable grievance in his heart still existed, so Ye Wuchen saw the protagonist shed two tears without disappointment.

At the same time, the "Persist on the plot" system said with a slight warning: "The protagonist's blackening value has dropped to 75, please host... um!"

Little White Ball: "Don't panic the host, I'm here!"

Ye Wuchen: "..."

He didn't know which one he should be silent about first.

But it's good news that the protagonist's blackening value has dropped, so Ye Wuchen's attitude towards the fake Mo Yun is better.

"Try this."

Ye Wuchen pulled out a palm-sized fruit and handed it to the fake Moyun. The fruit is fragrant and delicious, and you can tell its delicious taste as soon as you smell it.

"Green Spirit Fruit, Master, when did you get it?"

Green Spirit Fruit is a sweet fruit that can replenish spiritual power for a short time, and its popularity among immortal cultivators is like modern apples.

"I saw it on the road, so I took some."

Ye Wuchen looked at the fake Mo Yun gently with his head sideways.

The real Mo Yun looked angrily at the thing that was acting like a baby to the master with his face on his face. He didn't know what it was, bit the tree trunk angrily, and took a bite of the bark dust.

"Well!"

He knocked his teeth.

Mo Yun's noise was not loud, but the surrounding area was quiet and the fake Mo Yun could still hear the movement.He turned his head and looked back, Mo Yun immediately dodged to hide, so that he didn't catch him.

In any case, the master must have had his own ideas in keeping the fake Mo Yun by his side, and he couldn't act rashly to ruin the master's plan.

"Master, did you hear any voice just now?"

Ye Wuchen quickly glanced at Mo Yun, then calmly looked at the fake Mo Yun: "No, what's wrong?"

Fake Mo Yun nodded, stood up suddenly and said, "There seems to be some movement over there, Master, I'll go and have a look."

Ye Wuchen was in a bad mood, and quickly pulled the fake Moyun back into his arms, resting his chin on his shoulder, "Your master's cultivation is much higher than yours, why, don't you believe me?"

Just now this fake Mo Yun has been leading himself in one direction, always feeling that there is a mystery inside.Can't let him conflict with the protagonist, otherwise what should the protagonist do if he gets angry?

Fake Mo Yun huddled in his arms, nodded slightly: "It's also..."

"Enough rest, let's hit the road."

Ye Wuchen smiled.

Fake Mo Yun got up, grabbed Ye Wuchen's finger spontaneously, and pointed to a place with his little hand casually: "Master, let's take a walk there and see?"

Ye Wuchen obeyed his words extremely: "Okay."

Mo Yun followed them all the time, unable to express the grievance in his heart. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and made a clever move, and then turned into a stream of light in the air, hitting Ye Wuchen's back.

Ye Wuchen: "?!"

He crawled along the hair to Ye Wuchen's shoulder, stood up with some difficulty, hugged Ye Wuchen's neck, and started to channel: "Master, don't you want me anymore!"

The neck was a little cold, like a gecko lying on it, Ye Wuchen didn't answer him, but asked instead: "Well, are you dressed yet?"

Mo Yun froze, his little face turned red, and he forgot everything he wanted to say after connecting. He dug out the pile of small clothes that Ye Wuchen gave him before from the Liuyun ring, and put on a random one. , continued to hug Ye Wuchen's neck, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I'm sorry, Master, I'm in a hurry..."

The Flowing Cloud Ring is a magic weapon, which can be changed in size at will.

Ye Wuchen sighed, "I will ask someone to make you a costume that can be changed at will."

Qiao Linglong can be regarded as a relatively helpless move, and immortal cultivators don't care about it-a move that can only be reduced in size, it can't play any role in battle at all, it's better to be invisible.

More importantly, who wants to suddenly appear naked during a fight...

Mo Yun promised, his face was still a little hot.

"Master, will you follow me?"

Fake Mo Yun asked suddenly.

Ye Wuchen: "Because you need to exercise your control over spiritual power."

Fake Mo Yun scratched his head, then raised his head and smiled at him.

"When I become powerful, I will protect Master!"

Ye Wuchen smiled softly, as warm as a ray of sunshine in winter: "Thank you very much, Yun'er."

Mo Yun was unhappy, he looked at Ye Wuchen's earlobe above, curled his small mouth, and bit it lightly.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

The protagonist is warning him, don't expect the protagonist to protect himself?

After all, Mo Yun didn't dare to bite too hard, but he was really angry in his heart, so he could only bite his nails to vent his anger.

"Master, are you here?"

Fake Moyun pointed to a maple tree ahead that was thicker than the surrounding trees.

Ye Wuchen silently felt the speed of the spiritual power around him, it was very gentle, not hurried at all, on the contrary, it seemed a little loose - this is not the eye of the formation.

Ye Wuchen said truthfully: "Yun'er seems to have made a mistake, this is not the eye of the formation."

Fake Mo Yun suddenly laughed.

"I didn't mean to lead Master to find a team leader."