Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The soul space was soaked in a large amount of blood red, and there was a person sitting upright in a corner that was so red that it was black. His eyes were deep red, and he stared at his fingers without saying a word.

As soon as Mo Yun came in, he saw this scene. He was about to go there, but was stopped by a voice behind him.

"Master, please help me."

Behind him, a person with the same face as him was lying on the blood-red floor, smiling obediently at him.

"I feel like I'm stuck."

Mo Yun stepped forward, pulled him up, and said, "What's going on?"

The obedient Mo Yun shook his head: "It's like this as soon as I wake up."

He pointed to the man in front of him.

Mo Yun glanced at him, as if remembering something, he patted the well-behaved Mo Yun on the shoulder: "You don't need to call me master from now on."

The well-behaved Mo Yun hesitated for a moment, before opening his mouth carefully: "Is this because you accepted me?"

Mo Yun strode forward: "I have never disliked you."

It's just that your personality is too much like Master, so I couldn't help risking my life to separate you from your soul and keep it.

The person sitting upright turned his gaze to this side, with a bad expression on his face.

Mo Yun paused, waved away the strange familiarity in his heart, walked in front of that person, and asked, "Who are you?"

"The devil."

The man seemed to be in a bad mood, he turned his face away after uttering two words lightly, and scratched the blood-red floor with his hands.

Sitting a few steps away from him, Mo Yun had a rough guess in his mind: "Do you remember the recent incident, I was talking about Zhiqing Peak."

Mozun was silent for a moment, and said: "Remember."

They all remember that Ye Wuchen's change, Ye Wuchen's smile, and Ye Wuchen's trust are like a dream deviated from reality.

He had never seen Ye Wuchen like this before.

Mo Yun stared at him, knowing what he was thinking without thinking too much, so he confirmed with a straight face: "Do you still remember me?"

Mozun gave him a blank look: "I'm not so stupid, I can't even recognize my own soul."

Suddenly, he sighed softly, and said wild words: "I just don't know if Master still wants to die..."

As soon as he said this, the three souls fell silent, leaving a particularly empty silence.

"Has the soul space been like this forever?"

The well-behaved Mo Yun tapped the blood-red soul space with his toes.

Mo Yun Shen Ling: "Actually, my soul space is like this."

The cute Mo Yun blinked and recalled, the time when he was split, he was indeed staying in a red and blackened space.

He opened his mouth: "Yes."

The three souls sat quietly for a while, but none of them spoke.

Mo Yun was thinking about how to tell Ye Wuchen and other situations to him, but Mo Zun said, "What do you think of him...?"

"Who?"

"Ye—Master."

Mo Yun looked over and saw his blank face, so he lowered his head and said sullenly: "The next time, the dominance of the body is yours, take your time to experience it."

Becoming the Demon Lord was the most confusing time in his life. At that time, he didn't know what expression to use to treat Ye Wuchen, and he didn't even know what he had in mind for Ye Wuchen.

The soul space is vast, and the voice fades away without leaving any traces.

Mozun shook his head lightly: "Feng Yunhe also said that, but I didn't understand until Master died."

But Mo Yun was very sure: "You will know."

Mozun glanced at him lightly, then lowered his head and smiled lightly, as if tolerating a child's innocent ramblings.

Mo Yun's mouth twitched.

He felt that he, the main god, had no face at all.

The strength of these three souls is uneven, unable to fuse and inherit the memory, he can only turn his head irritably, and look at the cute Mo Yun.

However, the well-behaved Mo Yun ignored his gaze and asked with a chuckle, "When did you remember that?"

Mozun blinked, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

When he was in the Bingling Secret Realm, he was seriously injured by Bingling. When he woke up, he saw Ye Wuchen stabbing his dantian with a long sword, and the scene in front of him collapsed and changed.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Ye Wuchen with an indifferent face, endured whippings again and again, and then became a demon king, imprisoned Ye Wuchen in the demon world, witnessed his death, and then ascended as a demon cultivator.

Later, when he returned to Qingfeng, what he saw was the gentle and kind Ye Wuchen, and the elegant and lazy master.

Thinking of this, Mozun twitched the corner of his mouth in a subtle way, even he didn't notice it.

Mo Yun listened to his simple narration, closed his eyes, and tapped his fingers on the cold blood-colored floor.

He probably knew where the spiritual consciousness that Bing Ling was holding on to had gone.

"That's right, but Master has also been reborn."

Mo Yun drew circles on the ground and said casually.

Mozun turned his head sharply, instead of doubting, he asked in fear: "Then does he still remember what I did to him?"

Mo Yun glanced at him, and said in a flat tone, "I can't remember clearly, but I'm always afraid."

Mozun closed his eyes, tapped his fingers on the floor, stared blankly at a certain place, and sighed softly.

"But in the previous life, the master couldn't help himself, so you should have guessed it?"

Mo Yun pulled back Mozun's thoughts and revealed as much information as possible.

"Ah...probably, I can't confirm."

……

The spring rain is pattering, and the air is filled with the smell of dust. I was so drunk last night that I forgot to close the window, so in the morning, the spring rain hit the wooden window, and the cold wind slipped into the guest room.

Ye Wuchen shivered, and got up with blurred eyes, still recalling the dream that woke him up in his mind.

In the end, he returned everything to the half pot of Tusu on the table.

"Master..."

The little white ball opened its mouth softly beside his pillow.

Ye Wuchen lifted it up, pretending to be fierce: "You can call the master again and try."

"Master..."

"..."

Seeing that it was stubborn, Ye Wuchen rolled his eyes, and threw the fairy book and Sanshenghua on the bed: "Is the task completed?"

The little white ball was held in his hand and couldn't move, so he shook it sideways to let Ye Wuchen let go.

It pretended to circle around the two items, and said pretentiously: "Yes, it is indeed these two items."

Ye Wuchen slapped it on the bed: "What's the use?"

The little white ball jumped twice, and spoke quickly: "Master, please open the three pages of the fairy book, it is a master-student contract."

Ye Wuchen opened it according to its language, and saw a complex formation composed of various graphics.

The name of this contract is Baisha Cuizhu, and it binds the souls of two specific people. If the contracted person dies, the contracted person cannot live alone, and if the contracted person dies, the contracted person is still alive and kicking.

"It needs to be agreed by both parties, Mo Yun...it's impossible, he wants me to die now - and, are you sure this is a master-student contract, no matter how you look at it, it's a master-servant contract, right?"

Ye Wuchen looked at the little white ball suspiciously.

Little Baiqiu said guiltyly: "It's a master-student contract, that's right..."

Baisha Cuizhu is a real master-servant contract, and it is an unequal treaty. He was thinking that if Ye Wuchen signed a master-servant contract with him, he would not be so guarded against him.

"Hmm... what about this one?"

Ye Wuchen turned over the page he had folded the corner last night, the formation was quite simple, a circle encircled a seven-pointed star, and a ring of thorns passed through the middle of the seven-pointed star.

This is also a contract formation, called silk net thousand knots, which is also a contract between the soul. After the contract, the two contractors cannot harm each other.

Ye Wuchen pointed to the string of ancient characters at the bottom: "I don't know this character, which is crooked, do you know what it means?"

Afterwards, he was distressed again: "This has to be agreed by both parties..."

The little white ball looked at the formation and quickly praised: "This is fine!"

After finishing speaking, he hesitated: "Master, do you know what this formation is for?"

Ye Wuchen nodded first, then shook his head, he still pointed to the string of ancient characters, and said frankly: "I don't understand."

He has inherited the original body's memory and can understand the characters of this world, but this string of characters is not recorded in the original body's memory.

The little white ball carefully read the string of characters along his fingers, and then quickly closed Ye Wuchen's eyes.

"That is, it is some annotations, saying that after the contract, you can, you can monitor the other party's status at any time..."

"What are you so excited about?"

Ye Wuchen took it off his eyes and stared at its reddish hair tips.

"Do you have hair on your body? Why does it change color?"

With violent movements, the little white ball struggled out of his hand and threw itself on his neck. The whole ball was hot: "Anyway, I think this contract is okay."

This contract is a Taoist couple contract!

Ye Wuchen rubbed its fur suspiciously, and said the same thing: "But both parties must agree."

"How could Mo Yun let me stamp his soul?"

"Master."

Outside the door, Mo Yun hesitated for a while before knocking on the door expressionlessly.

What kind of attitude should he use to face Ye Wuchen?

Whether it was the cautiousness in the Demon Realm, or the obedient and sensible one who was by his side recently - when this door was still closed, he didn't know.

The door opened.

Ye Wuchen was still wearing the plain frosted wide-sleeved robe, with untied black hair, some scattered on his chest, and some draped behind his head.

"Morning."

He smiled gently.

Mo Yun looked at him, his ears were filled with the sound of clinking cups and bowls downstairs, and he lost his voice for a moment.

"what happened?"

With a smile on the corner of Ye Wuchen's mouth, he said doubtfully.

"Master!"

A smile bloomed on Mo Yun's face, he suddenly hugged his waist, and buried his head in his waist.

It turns out that as long as I see you, everything doesn't matter.

Ye Wuchen was staggered, wondering why the kid was so excited about what he ate today, but he still led him into the house, thinking about how to trick him into signing a contract.

He took Mo Yun to sit on the coffee table, supported the table and began to meditate, Mo Yun was in a daze because of his meditation.

The master is also reborn, he remembers some past events, he is afraid of himself, so is his smile to himself true?

I really can't let myself be idle, once my heart calms down, my mind is full of Ye Wuchen.

Mo Yun patted his head, got off the stool and walked around, his eyes fixed on the fairy book on the bed and the Sanshenghua next to it.

He is familiar with these two things. In his previous life, Ye Wuchen committed suicide, so he went to the Bingling Secret Realm to find Sanshenghua and heal him.

And Xianzhiji was accidentally discovered while looking for Sanshenghua.

He remembered that there seemed to be a master-servant contract on it, and he originally wanted to form a contract with Ye Wuchen and let him be the contractor, so as to slightly suppress Ye Wuchen's guard against him.

However, Ye Wuchen sternly refused and failed to conclude the contract.

Thinking about the past, he held up the fairy book, looked at the opened page, and turned back after casually looking at it. The little white ball was as fast as a tiger, bumped into his head, and turned to the fairy book in a daze. On: "Remember me?"

Mo Yun nodded, picked up its fur, threw it aside, and flipped through the book by himself.

Unexpectedly, the little white ball grabbed his hand and said fiercely: "Go and form a bond with the master, it is the thousand knots of the silk net."

Mo Yun froze, thinking of what he saw just now, his cheeks were slightly hot, and he said to Xiao Baiqiu under his throat: "You are crazy, how can I make such a contract with Master!"

Not to be outdone, Little Baiqiu looked at him, caught sight of his reddish face, and hummed, "Who made you only have those filthy things in your head, only this contract can make Master feel at ease."

Even though he said so, the tip of the little white ball's fur was still red, and he still had to pretend to be arrogant.

Mo Yun turned back to that page again, and after reading it carefully, his cheeks were flushed, he calmed down and pinched the little white ball, letting it scan the string of ancient texts, "You just pay attention to the content on this, Master, can he agree? "

The little white ball broke away from his hand, slipped to the top of the fairy book, and swept the words on it with its furry body: "Master only cares about the main function of this contract. The words below are from the devil world, and the master can't understand it."

"That's not OK."

Mo Yun blushed like an apple, and denied it.

The little white ball suddenly floated in front of him, and lowered his soft voice: "How dare you say that you have no unreasonable thoughts about Master."

It was as big as a fist, but Mo Yun somehow felt a coercion that did not belong to this world.

He took two steps back in a panic, his red hot face lost its temperature and turned pale.

Does he really have no unreasonable thoughts about Master?

"oops--"

Ye Wuchen was so engrossed in his thoughts that he accidentally knocked over the cup of tea on the table, soaking his wide sleeves.

Hearing the sound, Mo Yun hurriedly avoided Little White Ball's pressing gaze, trotted to Ye Wuchen's side, and asked nervously, "Master, are you okay?"

"No, fortunately the tea is cold."

Ye Wuchen flicked his sleeves, stared at his lowered head, licked his dry lips, and blurted out a word.

"Young man, are you interested in forming a contract?"

Before Mo Yun could react, Ye Wuchen slapped his forehead and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, it's fine."

He lowered his head, wanting to bite off his tongue, what did he just say!

shameful...

Mo Yun stared at him blankly, then turned his head to look at the little white ball who hated iron but not steel, and all the thoughts in his heart finally came down to one sentence.

"What did the master say, the contract is concluded wherever it is said."

How could he have unreasonable thoughts about Master?

impossible.

"Ah, what Yun'er said is true, but I was abrupt."

Ye Wuchen calmed down his embarrassing heart, put away the things on the bed, and smoothly hid the little white ball in his sleeves, without any loss of demeanor.

"Go downstairs, what do you want to eat?"

Mo Yun looked at his back, erased the void in his heart, and quickly followed him.

As long as Ye Wuchen is still alive.

He didn't dare to think about the others.