Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The battlefield of the battle between gods and demons was full of gunpowder and smoke, and there were bones and wreckage. Mo Yun walked quickly and looked around.

"Ugh……"

Today, the white flame saw him killing people, the whole group of fire was not calm, the glass bottle couldn't hold it, and flew out of the fairyland all the way.

What if this is captured by the people of the devil world?

Then it... tsk, it should take a good look at its surroundings when killing people.

The battlefield is dim, but any light seems out of place.Therefore, Mo Yun found the white flame huddled in the ruins in a short time. It circled around a small blue dot, having a great time playing.

Mo Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully moved to the side of it, squatting down silently, holding it in the palm of his hand while the white flame was not paying attention.

"Let's go back."

The white flame was still cold, it circled in Mo Yun's palm, and found that the little blue dot was gone, then hurriedly floated to the side of the little blue dot and continued to circle around, the little blue dot was so frightened that it almost fainted.

In desperation, Mo Yun could only bring little blue dot back to the fairy world.

The white flame circles around the little blue dot every day, much happier than the time with Mo Yun.

It would be a lie to say it doesn't taste good.

On this day, Mo Yun simulated a small world with four parts: spring, summer, autumn and winter. It was originally intended to be played by White Flame, but the moment White Flame got the small world, he immediately gave it to Little Blue Dot.

Mo Yun: "..."

As the relationship between the two little things got better and better, Mo Yun was basically ignored by the white flames.

He felt very unbalanced in his heart, so he quietly moved the white flame over, and asked dissatisfiedly, "Why are you ignoring me?"

The white flame beat twice in his palm, and slowly floated in front of the little blue spot, asking Mo Yun to come over.

The two little fellows were circling and shaking, not knowing what kind of deal they had reached, and then, Mo Yun saw a finger-sized sword appearing next to the little blue dot.

The sword was small and exquisite, but it was a pity that it was made of scrap iron. The little blue dot walked along the hilt, as if it was depicting something. Sure enough, when the little blue dot left, there were some patterns on the bare hilt.

The white flame trembled for a moment, and rushed towards the little blue dot. The two little things quickly stuck together, jumping happily.

Mo Yun looked at the sword, his eyes darkened.

After a long time, he coaxed the white flame back into the glass bottle and looked at the little blue dot quietly.

Little Blue Dot is still immersed in the joy of making that sword.

"You know how to make weapons?"

Hearing this, little blue dot climbed onto the hilt of the sword, and circled around the hilt proudly—this probably learned from White Flame.

Mo Yun stared at it for a moment, then said, "Is the small world still with you?"

Little Blue Dot was a little confused, so he shook his body up and down.

Here I am.

After Mo Yun confirmed, he led Little Blue Dot to the outside of the fairyland until he came to the battlefield.

At this time, the two clans had already started the battle with drums, and spells and blood flew everywhere on the battlefield.Mo Yun put on a white gauze hat, hid the little blue dot under the hat by the way, and walked across the battlefield calmly.

"Since you can make weapons, how about I take you to a place that specializes in making weapons."

After all, with him as the center, golden lines slowly extended from the ground, outlining a complex formation.

The formation is circular, with two interlaced hexagrams in the middle, and each corner is surrounded by a circle. Mo Yun stands in the middle, with golden runes under his feet slowly circling along the lines until the golden rune belt forms a circle around the formation.

Mo Yun squatted down, put his palms in the interlaced hexagons in the middle, and chanted a spell in his mouth, those golden runes seemed to be summoned, and began to wrap around Mo Yun's body, flowing gracefully.

Mo Yun's red eyes drooped slightly, staring at the streamlines wrapped around his hands. His fingers were already slender, but the runes climbed onto his hands with a golden light, making them even more eye-catching.

"open!"

He discovered this place when he was visiting the battlefield before, and he only thought it looked familiar at that time. He didn't understand what this place was for until he saw the little blue dot.

Ningpo Villa, he took it to Guisha's place.

Since the ghost does not belong to this time, Mo Yun put it in the main temple, but if it sees this hall, it will probably be so excited that it will fly.

The origin of this golden palace cannot be traced back. There are a lot of refined iron and ancient wood in it. It is indeed a good place to practice weapons.

The little blue dot flew out of the cloak excitedly, and spontaneously went to browse the hall.

Mo Yun stood there for a while, then followed.

Little Blue Dot couldn't put it down to those fine iron ancient woods, and almost every time she saw one, she would rub against it, and even burrowed into their crevices.

Mo Yun grasped it speechlessly, and asked, "Where is Small World?"

The small world is an independent space. When he gave it to the white flame, he put a mark on its soul, but he didn't expect the white flame to steal the teacher and use Mo Yun's technique to transfer the small world to the little blue dot.

Thinking of this, Mo Yun's mood became worse.

The little blue dot flashed twice, and a small bamboo leaf appeared on it emitting a fluorescent light.

Mo Yun was a little annoyed when he thought that the imprint he had imitated on paper for so long would appear on someone else.

He took a deep breath, and said sullenly: "This small world was originally given to my old friend, but he gave it to you as a gift, and I can't take it back...you should guard it carefully."

As he spoke, Mo Yun tapped the small bamboo leaves with his fingertips, and put down a strand of divine consciousness.

"This is used to strengthen the small world."

After doing all this, regardless of whether Xiao Landian understood or not, Mo Yun withdrew and left, returning to the fairyland.

The white flame excitedly got out of the glass bottle, searched around but couldn't find the little blue dot, and retracted lazily.

For this reason, Mo Yun also made many small things to coax it, among which there is a space called "Xanadu".

……

"Master—Master!"

Mo Yun blinked and shouted in surprise.

He just stopped on his body to observe Ye Wuchen's hand at a close distance, why did he return to his body?

do not care!

He put on a dazed face, and pitifully grabbed Ye Wuchen's lapel.

Ye Wuchen lowered his head, saw that he had woken up, subconsciously changed his angry expression, and smiled gently: "Where does it hurt?"

Mo Yun blinked, there was no pain on his body, it was just Master's hand...

Thinking of this, he hurriedly struggled to jump down, saw a mass of black stains on Ye Wuchen's clothes, then looked at his own dark clothes, and stared at Bingling fiercely.

Mo Yun was seriously injured, and his blood was drawn by those thorns. Although there was no pain in his body, he was extremely weak.

No, he fell on Ye Wuchen before he could stand still, but he still persisted in grabbing Ye Wuchen's hand, looking at those little blood spots with distress, a red spiritual force gathered in his hand, and swept across Ye Wuchen's body. Clean hands.

"hiss--"

Ye Wuchen withdrew his hand abruptly, and looked at Mo Yun in shock.

The protagonist, the first thing he does when he wakes up is to burn himself? !

Mo Yun met his horrified gaze, and silently withdrew the reddish spiritual power in his hand—how could he have forgotten that the soul had not yet been fused, and this body did not have the power of the main god.

He looked at Ye Wuchen weakly, and said guiltyly: "I'm sorry, Master, I'm in a hurry..."

Ye Wuchen stiffened his neck and stared at his hands in fear—this little brat didn't poison him, did he?

After the inspection was completed, he smiled and nodded: "It's okay."

Mo Yun was a little guilty, and after saying sorry, he didn't dare to look at Ye Wuchen.He moved in front of the soldier spirit and told Ye Wuchen that he had something to discuss with it. Ye Wuchen went out of the palace very wisely and squatted in a corner to grow mushrooms.

He looked at his hands, which were covered with blood spots, especially the fingertips.The situation was urgent, and he hadn't even thought about blocking the pain. Now that he calmed down, he realized that it was so painful.

An inexplicable grievance suddenly enveloped his heart, he blinked, and cursed softly: "Gou Moyun."

Imagine a father riding a broken bicycle in the heavy rain to deliver food to his son at school, but the son threw it away in front of his face without eating.

What a jerk this son is.

With Mo Yun's villain in his heart, he felt better unconsciously.

Forget it, the protagonist is so miserable.

Inside the palace, the soldiers hid behind the golden nanmu pillars, looking at Mo Yun in fear.

"Immortal Emperor..."

Mo Yun looked at it with a cold face.

Although this body does not have the power of the main god, the fact that the soul has the seal of the main god cannot be changed. Therefore, the moment Ye Wuchen walked out, Mo Yun immediately released his consciousness to show his identity.

The soldier spirit almost knelt down the moment he released his consciousness, and then immediately hid behind the pillar when he saw Mo Yun's cold eyes.

It hurt the Immortal Emperor!

This thought kept circling in his mind, and Bing Ling's water-blue figure instantly turned pale.

Mo Yun: "You are a pig!"

Bing Ling: "Huh?"

Mo Yun: "At that time, I only said that spiritual consciousness can strengthen the small world, but I didn't say that it supports the small world!"

Bing Ling moved half of his body and looked at him carefully: "Really?"

Mo Yun nodded heavily.

"But aren't you dead, Immortal Emperor?"

Bing Ling blinked.

Mo Yun: "If I die, can I not live?"

Bing Ling: "Oh."

Mo Yun sighed heavily and called it over. He wanted to put another divine consciousness between its foreheads, but sadly found that he couldn't reach it.

Seeing that Mo Yun was struggling to tiptoe, Bingling squatted obediently and looked at him.

Mo Yun felt insulted.

He pointed his fingers between Bingling's eyebrows, laid down his consciousness, ignored its joyful expression, and began to settle accounts with a cold expression: "Do you know who you hurt?"

Bing Ling: "I hurt the Immortal Emperor."

Mo Yun: "..."

"You hurt me... my old friend."

Bing Ling suddenly made an oath gesture: "I promise I didn't!"

"The fairy outside, have you seen it—"

Bing Ling: "The heartless man!"

Mo Yun glanced at it indifferently, Bing Ling immediately covered his mouth and let him continue talking.

"That's my old friend. He was hurt by the thorns you planted in order to save me."

Bing Ling pursed his lips, looked at Mo Yun in disbelief, and then burst into tears.

"It's all cultivated into a flesh body?"

Sure enough, Bing Ling's memory of the immortal emperor's deceased was still in that ball of white flames.

Next, Mo Yun informed Bing Ling about the general situation, and then it calmed down and began to repent.

……

"Master!"

Mo Yun ran out of the palace and saw Ye Wuchen who was looking into the distance with deep eyes. He wanted to hug him excitedly, but he saw his hand hanging by his side, he hesitated to go forward.

Almost as soon as Ye Wuchen heard the protagonist's voice, he would automatically put on a smiling face, and said softly, "Here we come."

Mo Yun's heart almost jumped out of his laughter.

The other two parts of the soul are still sleeping, and the dominance of this body is still his, which is really great!

"Ok!"

Mo Yun ran a few steps, then slowly rubbed over, lowered his head to look at Ye Wuchen's delicate hand—whether the master's hand has been medicated...

Feeling his strong gaze, Ye Wuchen spread out his palms silently, with the back of his hands facing himself: "Don't worry, the medicine has been prescribed."

—Do you think I'll let you burn me again?

He smiled kindly, and couldn't find any mistakes at all. Mo Yun also smiled back, feeling that the misunderstanding between him and the master had deepened.

Immediately afterwards, Bing Ling came out with a bunch of things, carefully placed them in front of Ye Wuchen, and aimed at him unconsciously.

"Sorry, I hurt... both of you. Let's take this as an apology." It counted the pile of objects one by one: "Luocao, Yujiuhua, Fenglingzi... Sanshenghua, immortality."

Ye Wuchen didn't make any movement when he heard the front, but when he heard the last two items, he repeated in surprise: "Sanshenghua, immortality?"

After Bing Ling nodded his head, he glanced at Mo Yun quietly, and Mo Yun pouted to signal it to turn back.

Fortunately, Ye Wuchen was so surprised that he didn't notice the movements of the two of them.

Mo Yun: "Master, do you accept?"

receive!Of course you have to charge!

But why did Bing Ling repent?

Ye Wuchen stared, what did Mo Yun do?

Bingling was still squatting on the ground counting things, Mo Yun panicked when he saw Ye Wuchen's confused expression, he quickly kicked Bingling to let him speak out what he taught him.

Bing Ling immediately reacted, and said seriously: "The immortal emperor's spiritual sense only serves to strengthen the secret realm. I was confused before. Fortunately, I have little fairy Mo to guide me. I am really sorry."

Ye Wuchen stared suspiciously at the well-behaved protagonist, thought for a moment, but still felt something was wrong, and still stood there meditating.

And over there, Mo Yun had already held Ye Wuchen's hand and asked the soldiers to send them out of the secret realm.

While thinking hard, he was brought to the inn by Mo Yun in a daze.

Ye Wuchen sat on the bed in a daze, only to wake up when he heard the sound of water beside him, well, a creature like the protagonist should be invincible.

He was relieved.

Mo Yun had already brought him out of the secret realm, and now, spring is already blooming outside.

The speed of time passing in each secret realm is different from that of the outside world. For example, a day in the Bingling secret realm is equivalent to half a month in the outside world. In other words, it is already the spring of the next year.

The contest between Xianjianmen and Xianqi faction has also passed, so the bet...

Ye Wuchen felt that once he was discovered by the Xianqi faction, he would definitely be tied back roughly by them.

The Xianqi faction is the one that hates missing appointments the most.

Wait a minute, will Gong Linglan also enter that space?He won't be tied up by those thorns, will he?

Ye Wuchen continued to be dumbfounded.

When Mo Yun came out from behind the screen after taking a shower, he saw his master sitting on the bed in a daze.

It's hilarious.

"Master, these were given by Bingling. You didn't take them back then, so you gave them to me."

Mo Yun brushed his wet hair, and made a self-conscious sexy smile, approached Ye Wuchen lightly, and breathed in his ear: "Master?"

But the voice that came out was childish, without any hint of provocation at all, Mo Yun froze.

God knows how long he had been mentally preparing in the big bathtub before he dared to do this...

Ye Wuchen was hit in the face by his wet hair, so he hugged him to his lap, grabbed a dry towel from Xanadu, and wiped his hair.

By the way, he muttered to himself: "Those thorns have been destroyed, shouldn't they grow back?"

Mo Yun sat on his lap blankly: "No, the soldiers already know that the secret realm will not collapse, so they won't arrest people."

Why is Master wiping his hair? This is different from what I imagined!