Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The snow is covered with silver, and the bamboo is covered with thin ice, which is bitingly cold.The sky is gray with snow, and there are no distant mountains like Daisy, but there are bamboo branches broken by the strong wind.

The man in fox fur, with black hair like silk, staggered towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

His body seemed to be unable to stand the cold. Even though he was wearing heavy warm clothes, his exposed fingers were still red and trembling.

"Are you sick!"

The man suddenly yelled, but his body staggered and knelt down on the snowy ground, his hands that were too cold to feel him could not support his body feebly.

"It's none of my business if the protagonist doesn't come to destroy my spiritual root, he's OOC, you fucking go find him!"

Ye Wuchen has been in the Demon Realm for two years. The last few days should be the days when Mo Yun destroyed his spiritual root and cut his spiritual core, but something went wrong. Mo Yun built a Four Seasons Residence in the Demon Realm. There is an intention to copy the scenery of Zhiqing Peak.

Do you want to keep him here forever?

But he wants to die.

The snow under him was beautiful, but it was stained by his hot tears. The system shouted in his mind, "The main character is OOC, the punishment is on."

The electric shock was painful, and the winter wind was very cold, but fortunately he was already numb.

"Ha ha……"

Ye Wuchen smiled bitterly, knelt on the ground, wiped away the tears on his face indiscriminately, tried his best to ignore the sound of the system, his hands trembling, and gently stepped on his dantian.

If Mo Yun doesn't destroy him, then he will destroy himself.

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, endured the severe pain in his dantian and forcibly gathered a mass of spiritual power. His dantian was damaged, so he couldn't gather much spiritual power, but if he just took out the spiritual core, it would be enough.

After taking the spiritual core, he becomes a mortal, so he can die earlier.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuchen smiled, paler than the snow falling from the sky.

His five fingers became claws, and he directly cut open the flesh. The sound of the skin tearing made him a little scared, but he still took out the blood-stained spirit core neatly.Because he didn't dare to look at the bloody hand, he inserted that hand into the deep snow and let the ice and snow erode it.

The process of taking out the spiritual core was very fast, and I just felt that the strength in my body was pulled away, unable to support it.The newly added wound in the abdomen suffered from electric shocks and cold, and it was really painful.

Fortunately, he got used to it and became numb.

"There are also spiritual roots..."

The spiritual root is still there, he can still practice and regenerate the spiritual core, which is not required by the system.

What the system needs is for him to become a complete useless person like outline.

He supported his crumbling body, and the tears that slid down his face due to the pain had no time to take care of them.Enduring his dizziness, he turned the remaining spiritual power into a sharp blade and sent it all to the damaged dantian.

When the dantian is destroyed, the spirit root is gone, which is very good.

Ye Wuchen snorted, swayed weakly, and fell powerlessly to the ground, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and fell on the snow, it was bone-eating and poignant.

He closed his eyes in exhaustion, and thought drowsily: It would be good if he just died like this.

The spirit core in his hand is very cold, like holding a piece of ice, but the spirit core will dissipate in a quarter of an hour after leaving the dantian. It is a pity that he has no strength now, otherwise he really wants to see what his spirit core looks like .

The goose feather snow blows on the face and falls on the body, soft and cold, stinging every inch of skin.

The electric shock has weakened, and he probably met the requirements of the system, but his body is still very painful and cold.

He fell down in the depths of the bamboo forest and purposely found a hidden place, hoping to turn into bones here and end this puppet-like life.

Ye Wuchen smiled, no longer resisting the strong drowsiness, and let his body fall into a coma.

The Magic Palace was empty for four seasons, and Meihu squatted for a while, then skipped and walked towards the bamboo forest.

His Majesty told him about Ye Wuchen's "evil deeds" in the past, he probably wanted him to stay away from Ye Wuchen, but he, Meihu, has always judged his face and not his character, so how could he shrink back because of this?

On the contrary, His Majesty said he hated it, but he didn't build the Four Seasons Residence for him and planted this piece of bamboo forest.

It was snowing heavily, Meihu was dressed thinly but could not see the coldness, his feet were still chained with shackles, and the black demonic energy faintly surrounded him, shielding him from the wind and snow.

"Master Ye Immortal!"

He inadvertently shouted, although the Lord gave Ye Wuchen a lot of freedom, but he confines himself in this small world, either staying in the four seasons, or wandering in the bamboo forest.

I guess I'm in a daze right now.

The charm fox strolls leisurely in the bamboo forest.

"Why are you here?"

A deep voice came from behind, Meihu turned her head and called out "Your Majesty" with a smile.

Mo Yun was not as flashy as him, he only wore a black cloud-pattern dress, a dark gray cloak, and an umbrella painted with black bamboo.He frowned and repeated his question: "Why are you here?"

Meihu smiled: "The Immortal Master is not in Sijiju, so I came here to look for him in the bamboo forest."

"What are you looking for him for?"

"Look for a fairy teacher to talk about family affairs over wine, talk about the love and moon in the world, and the world of mortals."

When Meihu said this, her face became intoxicated, as if she had already been there.

Mo Yun closed his eyes and remained silent.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and hurried back to Four Seasons Residence, staring at the extinguished charcoal fire, with water stains on it, which was artificially extinguished.

It was Ye Wuchen, he was so afraid of the cold, what would he want to do if he turned off the fire...

Mo Yun didn't dare to think about it.

"Kill me, Mo Yun, I beg you, let me die, okay?"

This was the first sentence Ye Wuchen said when he saw him three days ago.

Mo Yun grabbed the door frame, held back the fear in his heart, turned around and rushed into the bamboo forest.

He didn't want Ye Wuchen to die, Ye Wuchen couldn't die, Ye Wuchen died... what should he do?Didn't he get to where he is today by relying on his hatred for Ye Wuchen——

But Master, do I really hate you that much?

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it was about to cover the footprints that were not deep on the ground. Mo Yun walked quickly, scanning the snow with his eyes down, and finally found some shallow and messy footsteps.

He flew to the depths of the bamboo forest, and there were many crystal snowflakes on his clothes. The snow was too heavy, and those footprints had been completely covered. Mo Yun supported a bamboo, and looked around in confusion.

During the gallop, he was blown a few breaths of cold wind, his throat was dry and hoarse, and it was difficult to speak: "Ye, Wuchen?"

he said softly.

Naturally no one will answer him.

Mo Yun stood there in a daze, the bamboo umbrella was pulled tightly by him, like a drowning person hugging driftwood tightly.

"Master, are you there?"

"Master..."

"Ye Wuchen!"

In the end, he yelled, but the only answers he received were Ru Ru Xue Luo and Whispering Forest Wind.

The winter wind was biting, and Mo Yun, who had calmed down a little bit, smelled a bit of blood. He looked in one direction in shock and fear, and ran over in a stumble.

"Ye Wuchen, you can't die..."

On the bone-piercingly pale snow fell a snow-white man. His body was covered with a thick layer of snow, and his silver-white hair almost merged with the snow. He was asleep with a faint smile on his mouth.

Mo Yun ran up to him, stared at that pale and handsome face, knelt down in despair, he leaned forward, stretched out his hand carefully, and stopped in midair in fear.

"Master...?"

The hand that wanted to caress Ye Wuchen's face stretched out and turned around, sweeping away the layer of snow from his body, then wrapped his arms around his waist, intending to hug him.

"My lord! Why are you running so fast—— Master Ye?"

Meihu suppressed all the jokes on Meihu's face, leaving only a shocked expression.

"The Immortal Master..."

"To shut up."

Mo Yun hugged Ye Wuchen, stared at the wound on his abdomen, and said coldly: "He is no longer an immortal master."

Living soul core, Ye Wuchen, do you want to die that much... In the devil world, I have never abused you.

Mo Yun silently carried him back to Sijiju, and asked Meihu to call Feng Yunhe, while he looked at Ye Wuchen who was dying on the bed expressionlessly.

"Ye Wuchen."

He yelled, and the unconscious person on the bed would naturally not respond.Mo Yun stared at it for a while, then carefully picked up a strand of Ye Wuchen's white hair, and gently followed it.

Three days ago, these strands of hair were as black as splashed ink, but now they are as old as frost and snow.

Mo Yun was a little lost.

In the two years since Ye Wuchen came to the Demon Realm, he has not received any ill-treatment. He even allowed Ye Wuchen to walk around the entire Demon Realm in a large area, without treating Ye Wuchen as a prisoner at all.

What made Ye Wuchen unhappy, was it... him?

Does Ye Wuchen hate him that much?

I hate it to the point of wanting to die.

Thinking of this, Feng Yunhe had already come over with the medical kit. He saluted Mo Yun respectfully, and then looked lightly at the sleeping man on the bed.

"My lord, did you ask me to heal Ye Wuchen?"

Mo Yun walked away from the bed and made room for Feng Yunhe, "He took his own spiritual core, he is a little weak, be careful."

The person on the bed was as popular as silk, his face was pale, and he looked like he was dying, and Feng Yunhe knew what Ye Wuchen had done to Mo Yun before, so he was a little confused: "My lord, Ye Wuchen is dead!" Isn't it just what you want?"

Mo Yun lowered his eyes and did not answer his words. Instead, he got up and walked out of the house, picked up the bamboo umbrella, turned his head and said to Feng Yunhe: "I will probably affect you here, so I will go out first. When you come out, I will I saw a complete Ye Wuchen."

It was snowing heavily outside, Mo Yun held up the umbrella and walked towards the bamboo forest alone.

Feng Yunhe looked at his seemingly unrestrained back, then looked at the charcoal fire that was burned with the spiritual power of the fire element, and finally grabbed Ye Wuchen's hand silently, and began to feel his pulse.

Mo Yun came to the place where Ye Wuchen fainted, squatted down and looked at the pool of blood on the snow, feeling more and more panicked.

He put down the umbrella and formed a barrier around his body, then swept the clean snow next to him to cover the pool of blood, and patted it down with both hands.

After finishing all this, Mo Yun still stared at the field, and after a while, he took the clean snow next to him and piled it into a semicircle on the ground.

But he didn't seem to think it was enough, he got up and looked around, set off to another place and rolled a snowball as tall as a three-year-old child over.

Mo Yun pressed the snowball on the semicircle, knelt down on the snow, and used spiritual power to burn the snow into the shape of a person's upper body, and then carefully carved the snowman's facial features with his fingers.

Lying silkworm eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, naturally raised lips...

He is like a child who paints a dream, earnestly drawing that person's appearance.

After the engraving was over, Mo Yun stared blankly at the snowman who was five points similar to Ye Wuchen.

Mo Yun leaned back in surprise, supporting his body with his hands that were red and swollen from the cold. It took him a long time to realize that this was something he had drawn. He slowly stretched out his hand, touched the snowman's face with his index finger, and was stunned.

The flying snow all over the sky piled up on his body, a thin layer.

In the end, a fiery red spiritual power gathered in his hands, melting the snowman, leaving behind a pool of blood diluted by snow water.

Mo Yun wanted to get up, but staggered and fell to sit on the snow. He stared at his legs, sighed helplessly, numb...

Four Seasons Residence, Feng Yunhe leaned on the door, blocked the Meihu from the door, and said coldly: "Your Majesty said, you can't go in."

Meihu looked at the closed wooden door behind him, and glared at him dissatisfied: "Master Ye must be very bored inside, open the door quickly, you dead wood!"

Feng Yunhe stared at him quietly: "Ye Wuchen is afraid of the cold, and the doors and windows of the Four Seasons Residence are closed all year round in winter."

Meihu choked for a moment, a little suspicious: "How do you know?"

"Your Majesty said so."

Feng Yunhe firmly blocked the person from the outside, not letting him get any closer, and Meihu pawed at him sternly: "Let me in quickly! I want to see Immortal Master Ye!"

"He's resting, what are you doing in there?"

"Your honor."

Feng Yunhe shook off Meihu, and saluted Mo Yun who was walking on the snow, while Meihu held his throat and saluted Mo Yun like a woman.

"Your honor."

Mo Yun ignored him directly, and asked Feng Yunhe who was standing beside him: "Are you awake?"

Feng Yunhe nodded.

"He is still a little weak now, and he has some symptoms of coughing up blood. His subordinates have prescribed several medicines for him, and he will take it for half a month."

"Hard."

Mo Yun stood for a while, still planning to go in and take a look, but when he took the first step, Feng Yunhe stopped him: "Your Majesty, you didn't open your umbrella just now, did you?"

He also pointedly looked at the top of Mo Yun's head.

Mo Yun stretched out his hand to touch the top of his hair, looked at Bai Xue in his hand, was stunned, and walked into the house pretending to be nonchalant.

There was a charcoal fire in the room, which was warmer than outside. Mo Yun slowly warmed up even when he was numb from the cold. He walked slowly to the bed, and stopped a few steps away from the bed, looking at the silver-haired leaves like waterfalls. dust free.

Ye Wuchen looked at him blankly.

Feng Yunhe said that his gray hair was caused by his aging body due to the disappearance of his spiritual core, but Mo Yun didn't want him to die, so Feng Yunhe restrained his aging speed and prolonged his life for 20 years.

"I'm already like that, why don't you let me die?"

Ye Wuchen smiled wryly, buried his face in his palms, a little choked up.

He thought he could finally get rid of the system, why Mo Yun rescued him, he was afraid of death, but living is not good at all, it is more terrifying than dying.

Mo Yun took two steps forward and stopped immediately.

He had never seen Ye Wuchen cry, his face was either cold or smiling, and no tears had ever flowed down his face.

Ye Wuchen cried very carefully, and basically didn't make much sound, but Mo Yun still felt that the tiny sobbing sound seemed to hit his heart, and it was painful.

He couldn't help but walked to the bed, took Ye Wuchen's cold hand away, wiped the tears off his face very gently, and said softly, "I'm sorry, don't cry."

Ye Wuchen stared blankly at his blood-red eyes, they were a pair of beautiful ruby-like eyes, and at this moment, he was able to pinch water gently, with a little helplessness and guilt.

He stared blankly for a moment, and was suddenly brought back to reality by the system's cold notification sound. Ye Wuchen avoided Mo Yun's eyes, hurriedly shrank to a corner, stuffed himself under the quilt, and gave the order to evict: "I'm tired, you go away." Bar."

Mo Yun stared at the hot tears on his hands, then looked at the quilt in the corner, and stretched out his hand involuntarily, trying to lift the quilt.

In the end, Ye Wuchen hid aside abruptly, his voice trembling with familiarity: "Go away, don't touch me!"

Mo Yun withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and left.

……

In the bamboo house, Ye Wuchen stood up in panic, wrapped himself in the quilt tremblingly, hid in the corner of the bed, tears rolled down.

Why is this dream so real?

Why can't I die...

"Master."

Mo Yun walked in with a smile, but found Ye Wuchen huddled in a corner, crying silently.

"Master?"

Mo Yun quickly put down the food in his hands, rushed to the bed in three steps at a time, climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Ye Wuchen, and gently wiped away his tears.

"Don't cry."

Ye Wuchen trembled, as if he heard the system's cold notification sound, he involuntarily moved to the side: "Don't, don't touch me."

Hearing this, Mo Yun slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his head and rubbed the tears on his hand, loss flashed in his eyes.He looked up but smiled, still kneeling in front of him: "Master, if I don't touch you, is it a nightmare?"

"I……"

Ye Wuchen looked at the young man through the hazy tears, and it took him a long time to distinguish whether it was reality or a dream. He blinked, and another big crystal teardrop rolled out.

He saw the boy clearly, and suddenly hugged him: "Let me hug you for a while..."

No matter which Mo Yun you are, whether you have been blackened or not, please let me confirm whether that system is still there.

Mo Yun softened his brows and eyes, and patted him on the back lightly: "Master, don't cry, it doesn't look good when you cry."