Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The wound on the arm was deep, although the pain sensation had been blocked, but looking at it like this was still frightening. At the moment Ye Wuchen was about to block his vision, Gong Linglan suddenly attached his hand to his wound, and carefully elicited those messy spirits. flow.

"Isn't Immortal Master Ye good at treating wounds?"

"meeting."

Ye Wuchen replied with some stubbornness.

Gong Linglan looked up at his face, and smiled softly: "That's right, Master Ye doesn't go out often."

"……Um."

It seemed that the kid didn't take his words seriously.

The wound didn’t feel much, but it looked a little scary—because it hadn’t been treated properly and there was residual spiritual power, the flesh in the finger-long wound was opened like a lip, and a piece of underwear was still stuck to it, bloody and bloody .

Ye Wuchen just took a look and turned his head away. There were only two thoughts in his mind - one is to poke himself blind, and the other is to cut off this arm.

It is very troublesome to have aggressive spiritual power remaining in the wound, they are like moving needles and thin blades, moving freely in the wound.

Gong Linglan looked up at his indifferent gaze, and suddenly smiled: "Master Ye, have you blocked your pain perception?"

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, feeling that the child was uneasy and kind, but still nodded slightly.

"Then can you recover your pain?"

"...Why?"

"Because the wound is too deep, if you completely block the pain sensation, I may hurt your tendons because of Master Ye's indifferent expression."

Gong Linglan stopped what she was doing, and smiled brightly at him, her dimples were shallow, she was really cute.

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, silently withdrew his hand, and continued to walk forward: "Don't worry about it."

Just looking at the wound made him tremble, and if he regained his sense of pain, he might faint, so take some medicine first, and then go back to Xianjianmen to find Yuanying.

As he thought about it, he just dabbed some liquid medicine on the wound. As for removing the residual spiritual power from the wound, it would be the same as threading a needle at a girl's house. Let's find Yuanying.

Gong Linglan looked at his back, startled for a moment, then followed up in three steps and two steps, withdrew the smile on his face, and put on a puzzled expression: "Is Master Ye so afraid of pain?"

Ye Wuchen didn't answer.

Seeing his silent face, Gong Linglan obviously didn't want to answer, so she closed her mouth and followed him.

"Master, do you really not treat such wounds?" The little white ball lay nervously on his shoulder, her small eyes were full of sadness.

Ye Wuchen stared ahead, and said lightly in his heart: "Don't call me master, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly in my head."

Little Baiqiu blinked, and ignored his words: "Master, master, I will deal with such wounds."

It jumped on Ye Wuchen's shoulder, a little self-recommendation.

Ye Wuchen pinched him while it was jumping up, and looked contemptuously: "You are such a little dumpling?"

The little white ball trembled, looked straight into his eyes unconvinced, and before he could refute, he was dazed dizzy by those clean and bright eyes.

Seeing it like this, Ye Wuchen felt that it was talking empty words, so he put it on his head helplessly and continued to walk in the forest.

The trees here are all kinds of strange things. Some have thin trunks with only a palm-sized flower blooming on the top, and some are delicate and beautiful at first glance, but have fangs at a closer look.

There are all kinds of strange things, everything that one expects to find.

The summer environment is impermanent, and after walking for a while, it began to rain. Ye Wuchen held up a silk umbrella that was stained with sky blue, and walked slowly in the rain room, his thoughts gradually drifting with the sound of the rain.

Mo Yun stuffed a lot of things into the Floating Cloud Ring. I remember that when he reached the Qing Peak, under Mo Yun's blind eyes, he packed up a bunch of daily necessities and put them into the Floating Cloud Ring for emergencies.

The current Mo Yun should be fighting monsters in the rain with the umbrella painted with bamboo branches.

Thinking of the protagonist's smooth posture and graceful lines when fighting, Ye Wuchen couldn't help but feel excited—that's the protagonist in his writing.

Gong Linglan held up a plain white paper umbrella, looked at his increasingly brisk pace, and looked at the wound on his arm, bit her lip, and was about to say something when a small blue thing caught her. He stumbled.

"Great man, didn't you see me fall!"

The soldier spirit flew to Ye Wuchen's side angrily, and stretched out his short hand to criticize.

Bean big raindrops, the soldier spirit was flying well beside Ye Wuchen, and was bounced several meters away by the open umbrella without paying attention, and was hit into the mud by the rapid raindrops, struggling for a long time before flying over .

It still has crystal water droplets on its body, falling down one by one, but Ye Wuchen didn't even look at it, and hurried forward.

Bing Ling failed to question and was dumped instead, so he had to keep up dejectedly.

Lying on the muddy road wet by the rain was a boy in red clothes with blood stains all over his face. The blood oozing from his body was washed away by the rain, his eyes were closed tightly, and beside him lay a dark sword.

Ye Wuchen almost ran up to him, he looked down at the boy's familiar face, mixed with surprise and shock in his heart, his hand holding the umbrella was a little unsteady for a moment.

He squatted down, with the silk umbrella in his hand shielding the boy from the rain, and asked tentatively, "Mo Yun?"

The boy's usually clean face was stained bright red, his lips that were always smiling were as pale as paper, and his long, dense and curled eyelashes were also clotted with blood.

Ye Wuchen was stunned, he gently stroked the boy's face, and then went down, touching his carotid artery with trembling fingers.

The protagonist... seems to be cold?

For a moment, Ye Wuchen couldn't tell what he was feeling.He just thought, the protagonist, how could the protagonist die?

He was instantly drawn into an unknown emotion, like a father who lost his son, or like a fanatic who lost his idol...

There was no relief of escaping fate.Yuxi team organizes, please pay attention.

"Master, be careful!"

The little white ball suddenly jumped onto Ye Wuchen's hand that was touching the boy, trying hard to move that hand away.

too slow.

The young man in red suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth violently, the corners of his mouth were cracked almost to the base of his ears, and bit Ye Wuchen's wrist fiercely.

It was too late and then too soon, when the little white ball was about to risk himself, Ye Wuchen held the little white ball that was about to fly into the mouth of the boy in red in his palm, and was about to withdraw his hand, but was still caught by the boy in red. Holding his wrist, he couldn't break free for a while.

Ye Wuchen stared expressionlessly at the beast pupils of the boy in red, and finally uttered four words in a faint voice: "Waste of emotion."

He slammed the red-clothed boy away, knocked him to the ground with a knife in his hand, stepped on him to stand up, and wiped his neck cleanly with a water blade.

A set of movements is smooth and flowing, and it doesn't take much time at all.

He spread his palms, looked at the little white ball in his palm with misty eyes, and stared at him fiercely: "Are you courting death?"

The little white ball crawled tremblingly to the place where Ye Wuchen was bitten, and there were eight teeth marks around it, bleeding and turning black, it looked up at Ye Wuchen: "Phantom beast, poisonous..."

Eudemons, as the name suggests, are monsters that can change shape at will.

The pear blossoms on the little white ball's side were covered with rain, and its hair was all wet. Those who didn't know it thought it was the one that was injured.

"It's okay, I have medicine."

"But you are afraid of pain."

"I sealed the pain."

The little white ball glanced at him resentfully, as if scolding him for not caring about his body, the corner of Ye Wuchen's mouth twitched: "Then you were almost eaten by that phantom beast just now."

"I have a solution." The little white ball stared at the teeth marks on his hand, tears fell down again.

He is a god after all.

But Ye Wuchen gave it a sneer at this answer.

The little white ball hummed twice, ran to Ye Wuchen's chest to wipe away tears, and then returned to his wrist the same way.

Its soft fur exudes a blue light, and it floats lightly above the tooth mark. After lingering for a few laps, it is satisfied to see Ye Wuchen's restored wrist, and proudly runs to Ye Wuchen's right arm, wanting to proceed. A therapy session.

But Ye Wuchen dodged to the side, stretched out his hand to stop the little white ball, and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Does your system know this?"

Little Baiqiu was busy treating him to prove his own effect, and answered without thinking: "Yeah."

It circled around Ye Wuchen, found the wound on his right arm, and continued to heal and heal.

After a while, it got in through the slit clothes, rubbed against Ye Wuchen's snow-white skin, and then got out just before Ye Wuchen wanted to drive it out, not forgetting to look provocatively. Ling Lan.

You trash.

Gong Linglan received his gaze and smiled inexplicably.

The soldier spirit floated to the side of the dead phantom beast, looked at it seriously, and then returned to Ye Wuchen's side trembling.

The rain had stopped in the sky, and the blood was gradually dissipating in the air. Ye Wuchen put away his umbrella, poked the phantom beast with the tip of the umbrella, and looked forward in bewilderment.

Eudemons can only transform the characters they see, and they cannot change their appearance and movements, so did Mo Yun come here to lie down?

Ye Wuchen pinched the roots of the mountain, trying not to think of bad things.

The little white ball stared at his face, not knowing whether it should be delicious or sweet, so it could only stay on his shoulder and tug at his hair.

After walking numbly for a few days, Gong Linglan couldn't get rid of it like a dog's skin plaster. Fortunately, seeing some monsters were all wrapped up by him, Ye Wuchen gave up the idea of ​​driving people away.

Afterwards, Ye Wuchen finally understood the reason why Gong Linglan followed him. The child didn't have any outdoor equipment and didn't have any knowledge of outdoor survival.

It was night, Ye Wuchen was a little clumsy digging wood to make fire, Gong Linglan stood at the side helplessly, he looked at the thing in Ye Wuchen's hand, with a face of curiosity: "Master Ye, what is this?" ?”

"Fire."

Gong Linglan looked at the stars in the sky, and was shivered by the cool night wind. He took a deep breath: "It's a bit cold..."

The sparks had already come out, Ye Wuchen put some hay on it, and quickly added firewood while it was ignited, the flames gradually rose up, illuminating a small area around, full of warmth.

Ye Wuchen found a wooden branch, and played with the upgraded fire boredly. He glanced at Gong Linglan who was standing beside him, and said, "The fire is ready, come and sit down."

Gong Linglan looked absent-minded, he looked at the dancing flames, and grinned: "Thank you Immortal Master Ye."

"It's not for you, thank you for nothing." Ye Wuchen dangled the branch in his hand on the flames, muttering in his mouth.

If Mo Yun was here, he wouldn't have to spend so much effort.

Just as he was thinking, the fire he had managed to light was extinguished by something that swooped in.

Gong Linglan raised her face in embarrassment, and smiled: "Sorry, I tripped..."

Ye Wuchen: "..."

Mo Yun where are you!I don't want to stay with this fool!

Later, in order to compensate Ye Wuchen for the fire, Gong Linglan volunteered to build a fire with difficulty under the voice teaching of Xiao Baiqiu.

Ye Wuchen swung down a barrier, hugged his knees and squinted his eyes in front of the fire, almost turning himself into a big white ball.

Gong Linglan sat upright, and looked at Ye Wuchen from time to time, but she would be caught by the little white ball immediately, and then stared back fiercely.

He always smiled back, wondering where its hostility came from.

The soldier spirit leaned against Ye Wuchen and fell asleep with his head up.

Ye Wuchen was tired of looking at the fire, so he looked to the side, and suddenly met Gong Linglan's bright eyes, "Huh?"

"Master Ye is different from what I imagined."

Because it is a counterfeit.

Ye Wuchen teased himself in his heart.

"Aren't you going to change your clothes?"

A large area of ​​Gong Linglan's clothes was burned, revealing a large area of ​​skin, Ye Wuchen looked a little chilly.

Part of it was caused by his fluttering Ye Wuchen's fire, and the other part was accidentally burned when he was struggling to make a fire.

Speaking of this, Gong Linglan showed embarrassment on his face: "I didn't bring other clothes, Master, Master told me to find someone to follow me as soon as I entered the secret realm, so as to help each other..."

"..."

What is helping each other, it is specifically helping you.

Ye Wuchen turned his head and continued to look at the fire, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then threw a piece of clothing on him.

"Change it."

Gong Linglan grabbed the clothes that didn't fit well, "Is it from Master Ye's apprentice?"

Ye Wuchen nodded, his voice was lazy and soft:

"I asked someone to do it for him before, but I forgot to give it to him. You should put it on first."

Gong Linglan grabbed the black shirt, stared at the drowsy Ye Wuchen with complicated eyes: "Master Ye is really kind to my apprentice."

"Um……"

The galaxy is shining, and the moon is talking coldly.

The next day, Ye Wuchen continued to stroll in the courtyard, and once again saw the phoenix demon that died tragically.

He didn't believe in evil, and continued to walk forward for a while. When he saw the phantom beast, he silently grabbed the soldier spirit: "Is it a phantom?"

He has been cast out of the shadow by the snow.

Bingling hadn't woken up yet, it babbled: "Xia Realm, there is no illusion...you're lost..."

Seeing its drowsy appearance, Ye Wuchen could only give up asking and continue walking, intending to avoid the phantom beast with Mo Yun's face on it.

However, when he walked in front of the phantom beast, suddenly the world trembled, and the roar was deafening.

The soldier spirit woke up, panicked and grabbed Ye Wuchen's fingers, terrified: "Go, hurry up!"

The soil under his feet trembled violently, and then swelled up and cracked the soil as if something had drilled out of the soil.

The branches of the strangely shaped trees around are scurrying, and the flowers with sharp teeth make a dull grinding sound, which makes people feel trembling.

The sky is pressed down at an extremely fast speed, giving people a sense of suffocation.

The soldier spirit in his hand was still yelling: "Run, you'll be fine if you run past this place! Run!"

Ye Wuchen was about to run away, but when he heard it shout, he stopped suddenly, met Shang Bingling's frightened eyes, and uttered a sentence that now seems very nonsensical:

"Have you met Mo Yun?"

No one answered, and in just one sentence, the whole world changed color.