Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

This place is spacious and majestic, and it is completely built according to the appearance of the magic palace.

The copper bell at the corner of the eaves was still tinkling, the pond in the backyard was still crystal clear, and even the setting of the side hall of the bedroom remained unchanged.

Mo Yun's eyes widened, and his footsteps quickened unconsciously, passing through the small garden in the palace, driving out of the red flame gold bathing pool, almost rushing to the bamboo forest.

The ice coffin stayed in place safely, but the person inside the coffin was no longer there.

Putting my hand on the ice coffin, it was cool and hurt to the bottom of my heart.

Qing Jun managed to catch up with him, and was leaning on the eaves pillars to bend over and gasp for breath. He fanned himself with his hands, his legs were almost weak: "You, you are crazy."

"Master isn't here, he seems to have been taken away by Meihu..."

Mo Yun searched in a panic: "Where did you take it?"

His expression was melancholy, as if he had lost his soul.

Qing Jun pondered, "This is just made according to the place where you often stay. Look, there is no one here."

"what……"

Mo Yun blinked, retracted his hand on the ice coffin, and walked silently into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Nanzhu grows luxuriantly, planted according to the distribution of Zhiqingfeng bamboos, and even the bamboo forest trails are meticulously restored.

Going deep along the winding path, you can see an unfinished pavilion.

At that time when he was still in the Demon Realm, Mo Yun wanted to build a bamboo forest exactly like Zhiqing Peak in the Demon Palace. He didn't know why at the time, but he came up with this idea because he saw Ye Wuchen silent every day.

After the bamboo forest was transplanted, he brought Ye Wuchen here, with a straight face, trying to hide his uneasiness, and asked indifferently, "How?"

At that time, Ye Wuchen's white hair was all gone, his eyes were deep, and he only raised his head to glance at the bamboo forest, then lowered his head and played with the white hair hanging on his chest, his voice was calm: "Are you mocking me?"

Due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, Ye Wuchen's voice was so weak that it disappeared with the wind, but Mo Yun who was beside him caught it all.

Mo Yun couldn't tell what his feelings were at the time, irritable or bored, or bitter, but in the end, he ordered that the unfinished "Lanque Pavilion" be shut down early, so it quickly fell into disrepair.

Mo Yun sat on a piece of broken wood, resting his chin and staring at the green bamboo and green leaves, his eyes drifting away into the distance.

"Uh……"

Qing Jun supported a bamboo tree, but he didn't dare to speak casually, for fear of disturbing his thoughts.

Originally, he wanted to say that it is not so easy to be the main god, and originally he wanted to sigh that Mo Yun was given the mark of the main god so easily.

Ye Wuchen really caused a lot of trouble.

"The Lord God knows Master?"

Mo Yun spoke suddenly, but he didn't put his eyes on Qing Jun, he was still looking at those tall and straight green bamboos.

"I don't know, but the Lord God has indeed been busy for Ye Wuchen for a while."

"why?"

"His physique is special, and our system can't bind it at all."

"Then why was it bound?"

"I don't know, I have to ask the Lord God."

"..."

Mo Yun stared, and after a while, he stroked the mark between his brows and muttered something.

"Does he also want Master to come back?"

……

Mo Yun has gone back in time three times, but either the excessive force caused the plane to go wrong, or the force was too light and the time backtracked was not in place.

Qing Jun looked at the man with black lines all over his head speechlessly: "Can't you release your soul?"

Mo Yun replied coldly: "No."

Not long ago, when Mo Yun went back in time for the first time, Qing Jun discovered that his soul was not complete, and he couldn't control the time of the plane well.

After several inquiries, he realized that this pervert had sealed part of his soul.

Wow!super scary.

No matter which plane this person is from, or the main god in charge of which plane, the soul is very important.

Three souls and seven souls, three souls in charge of emotions, seven souls in charge of the heart, the soul is connected to the six veins, which is the source of power, who would think that any fool would seal his own power?

Mo Yun is that fool.

Qing Jun took out a folding fan and slapped him with cool wind twice: "You should be sober, there is no way to go back in time if you continue like this."

Mo Yun turned his head away proudly.

After Ye Wuchen's death, he sealed his three souls and abandoned part of his heart.

The so-called original mind is good and evil, and the abandoned part is good.

What did you think at the time? Probably because Master is gone, and there is no need to be kind.Later, he survived with evil thoughts, crushed the little goodwill left in his heart, and gradually forgot his original appearance.

It's good to live like this.

"Mo Yun, do you know that your soul is not complete now, and you will be wiped out if you forcefully go back in time like this."

Mo Yun hummed twice.

Qing Jun flicked the folding fan, lowered his head and sighed, and then held out a crystal clear glass bottle, which contained a lively white flame.

"Now, Ye Wuchen's soul is almost enough, you...hey!"

Qing Jun looked at the bottle snatched by Mo Yun, the corners of his mouth twitched speechlessly.

Mo Yun held the bottle in both hands, like a child who got candy, his eyes were sparkling, he blinked happily, and stared at the glass bottle in his hand fondly.

In the past few months, Mo Yun came to chatter about White Flame whenever he had nothing to do, and it wasn't as afraid of him as before, but when it got close to him suddenly, it would still hang around the glass bottle nervously.

Mo Yun put the glass bottle into his arms and strode forward.

Qing Jun jumped angrily from behind: "Hey! What are you doing again!"

"Back in time."

When Qing Jun heard these four words, he immediately rushed up and tapped his shoulder with a folding fan: "Do you know what's going on with you?"

Mo Yun happily hugged the glass bottle, in a good mood: "I'll just release that part of my soul for a while."

Qing Jun muttered in a low voice: "It really is a pervert."

……

The green mountains and green waters are unparalleled in beauty.

Mo Yun clutched the glass bottle and walked in a certain direction step by step.

Nothing but trees and weeds and flowers.

A world without people.

Is this the plane he returned to after temporarily merging his soul?

Mo Yun stared at everything around him, his mood fell to the bottom, it was the fourth time, could he really still see Master...

The white flame nervously walked around against the glass bottle, keenly aware of Mo Yun's mood, and bumped into the glass bottle hard.

Although Mo Yun was depressed, he was still very concerned about Ye Wuchen's remnant soul.

He tried his best to put on a smile, and leaned in front of the glass bottle: "What's wrong?"

White flames hit the top plug.

Mo Yun opened the cork in confusion, and asked, "Want to come out?"

The white flame came out cautiously, floated in the air for a while, hesitated for a while, and then slowly pressed against Mo Yun's cheek, and then it fell apart at the touch of a touch, and went back into the glass bottle again.

Now, be happy.

Mo Yun was dumbfounded.

The cheek that was touched was cold, he licked his dry lips, and walked back to his main temple in a vain manner.

Qing Jun ran into him on the road, and saw that he was out of his mind, and followed him a little worried.

"Mo Yun, failed again?"

Mo Yun nodded and shook his head.

He looked at the ball of white flame in his hand, his eyes became more determined and strangely gentle.

"The plane is wrong..."

Mo Yun told Qing Jun what happened.

Qing Jun thought for a while, and took out a stack of papers from his wide sleeves.

"The plane has indeed fluctuated recently, and the plane you are in has been reset so many times, it is expected that there will be some accidents. In such a situation, the system must take the host to the error point of the plane to see. "

He threw the stack of papers in front of Mo Yun: "These are systems with relatively strong business capabilities, you..."

Mo Yun refused without even looking at it: "No matter how strong they are, can I be stronger than me?"

"..."

Qing Jun wanted to give this arrogant man a big mouth, but what Mo Yun said was indeed the truth.

Mo Yun picked up the top piece of paper and said, "Look at this, the shortest time to complete the task is actually ten days, and this..."

"Mo Yun, do you know that you are very hated?"

Mo Yun opened his mouth, and suddenly his gaze was on the white flame: "It's okay, Master likes me."

Qing Jun took back the stack of papers and muttered speechlessly: "I really don't know where your confidence comes from."

Mo Yun smiled, and took the glass bottle to carry out the task by himself.

The point where the plane went wrong was during the Great War of Gods and Demons. At that time, the two races of Gods and Demons did not start a war because the Immortal Emperor wanted to take a peaceful route.

The three parties of human beings, gods, and demons all survived intact.

The ending seemed to be good, but when a poison streak broke out, neither the gods nor the demons were spared, and finally infected the human race, the three races perished, and the monsters ruled the world.

As soon as Mo Yun came to the point of error, he killed the first emperor, put on his robes, and disguised himself as him, even his temperament was pretended to be the same.

Like a tyrant, Mo Yun strangled all the old, weak, sick, and disabled of the Protoss, and provoked a war between the two clans before everyone had time to doubt his identity, and then retreated to the Taixu Hall to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight.

When Mo Yun kills people, he usually sets up the white flame, fearing that it will be frightened.

Later, as the frequency of killings became more and more frequent, Mo Yun brought the white flames under the longevity tree to relax, although he knew it might not be meaningful.

Unexpectedly, White Flame likes the Longevity Tree very much, and when he gets close to this tree, he turns around with excitement.

At first, Mo Yun was afraid that there was something evil in this tree, so he almost cut it down.

Fortunately, Qing Jun sent a message to ask him to bring the white flame to the Longevity Tree, where the energy is diverse, allowing the white flame to absorb a lot of the essence of heaven and earth.

Then, considering that he was going to kill people from time to time, Mo Yun planned to bury the white flame under the longevity tree, and then attach another divine sense to protect it.

Mo Yun dug a hole silently, and the white flame stayed obediently in the glass bottle, playing around in circles against the bottle.

After getting along these days, it is no longer so afraid of Mo Yun, and even when it senses Mo Yun's mood swings, it can take appropriate comforting actions.

Mo Yun grabbed the glass bottle at the side, seeing the lively flame entertaining himself, he couldn't help smiling.

He carefully put the glass bottle into the earth pit he had dug out just now, and was about to bury it, but the flames began to hit the glass bottle.

Mo Yun quickly took out the glass bottle.

The white flame bumped against the bottle in dissatisfaction, from left to right, and then jumped up and hit the cork unhappily.

Mo Yun was afraid that he would knock himself into something, so he quickly pulled the cork away, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

Of course White Flame would not answer him.

The white flames flickered, and suddenly hit Mo Yun's face—as if hitting someone hard.

Mo Yun grabbed it in confusion, and asked with a good temper: "Don't you like this place?"

Seeing that he didn't understand at all, the white flame threw himself on his face angrily, and it landed firmly on Mo Yun's lips.

Mo Yun shuddered and froze.

Seeing that he didn't move, the white flame thought that he had stunned him, so he hurried back into the glass bottle nervously, and carefully stretched out a small cluster of flames to watch.

Mo Yun touched the corner of his mouth helplessly, saw the white flame again, and waved his hand quickly: "No, I'm fine, you can keep bumping—no, no, sorry."

The white flame retracted the whole body of the bottle, thinking that he might have really stunned people.

In the end, Mo Yun understood what it meant when he was hit by the whirling circle of the white flame.

Mo Yun: "You want me to bury myself and absorb energy?"

The white flame jumped in the glass bottle.

Mo Yun looked at the white flame and thought of Ye Wuchen who silently cared about him even when he was dominated by the system.

Even if there is only a little soul left, his attitude towards himself remains the same.

Mo Yun's eyes gradually softened, and he said with a smile: "I have absorbed enough, so the energy in this area is yours."

The white flame stared at him for a while, thinking that this person would not lie to him, so it floated up silently, touched Mo Yun's earlobe, and then quickly rolled back to the glass bottle.

Thank you.

Mo Yun pinched his earlobe, smiled happily, and then gently put the glass bottle into the pit, buried it bit by bit, and then smoothed it gently with his hands.

After staring at it for a while, I felt that one divine sense was not enough, so I added a few more.

All the paintings on the paper are Ye Wuchen, standing or standing or lying down; all the writings on the book are longing, whether bitter or sweet or astringent.

When the time came, Mo Yun dug up a square inch of soil and was in a happy mood.

The white flame suddenly saw the light, and Mo Yun held it into his arms before he could dodge it, and gradually felt relieved.

After the battle, Mo Yun stood there looking at the remains, then left silently and came to the Longevity Tree.

He released the white flame from the glass bottle, played with it on his fingertips, and waited until the dead leaves on the top fell and his fingers became cold, Mo Yun said softly: "Let's go home."

The white flame was still a little ignorant, it looked at Mo Yun's gradually feathered body, a little dazed, and then panicked.

It turned around anxiously, trying to check Mo Yun's situation, but Mo Yun's eyes were closed, and there were many white feathers between them, floating around, which was a bit annoying.

"I'm still here."

The white flame followed the sound and saw Mo Yun in a white robe. He had recovered his appearance and was standing in front of him.

The white flame turned around in shock, and looked at Mo Yun in confusion, in a dilemma.

Mo Yun shook his head and chuckled, walked over to hold the white flame: "I'm here."

The white flame turned around and around, and it felt that it was either blind or stupid.

In the end, Mo Yun had no choice but to sing a few ballads in a very soft voice.

Those few lines of lyrics are Ye Wuchen's favorite in modern times, and Mo Yun specially learned to sing them to White Flame.

The white flame obediently left with Mo Yun, and reminded Mo Yun to take the glass bottle before leaving.

"You are Lanya at the foot of the mountain, dreaming of the west wind and white hair, enjoying the gentle sunset glow in the bleak years..."

The singing is shallow, far away in spring and autumn.