Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Ye Wuchen was awakened by the pressure.

At that time, the dawn was breaking in the east, and the morning light slanted into the room from the window lattice, and sprinkled warm golden light all over the place.

He silently looked at the furry head on his chest, sighed hopelessly, and continued to close his eyes to rest.

Mo Yun lay on top of him like an octopus, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Ye Wuchen thought, raising a child is really too difficult.

He put his hands on Mo Yun's head, helping him to smooth his hair and close his eyes, casually as if he was comforting a frightened animal.

Under his comfort, Mo Yun opened his eyes in bewilderment, there was still mist in his eyes, he squinted his black eyes, and looked down ignorantly.

Is he crushing someone?

Mo Yun blinked, raised his head cautiously, he didn't know whether he was frightened or ashamed, his mind instantly cleared up, and he even wanted to hide to the side.

Half of his body was pressed against Ye Wuchen's body, only separated by two thin layers of fabric, he could feel the warm body temperature of that person, and even hear the beating of the heart under the flesh.

The hand that was holding onto Ye Wuchen's underwear subconsciously let go, but he didn't know where to put it. In the end, he could only blushed and put it on his waist gently, involuntarily embracing him slightly.

Ye Wuchen hid to the side, and sighed softly: "Don't make trouble, itchy."

Mo Yun's breathing stopped, and he rolled to the corner of the bed almost immediately, curled up and covered his face, thinking that he could die on the spot.

"Ok?"

Ye Wuchen was startled by his sudden action, he straightened up, brushed his messy hair a few times, and poked Mo Yun's back inexplicably: "What's wrong with you?"

Could it be that he was ugly by his own appearance again?

Thinking about it, Ye Wuchen condensed a water mirror in mid-air, while looking at his own appearance, he turned the child over.

The person in the mirror has a bewitching face, eyes that are naturally affectionate, snowy skin, red lips and white teeth—it is indeed more beautiful than a woman.

But after Mo Yun questioned his appearance, Ye Wuchen actually felt that this face was not pleasing to the eye, and even thought that this face was indeed a little bit unsightly.

He stared at the water mirror for a moment, and felt for the first time that the faces of the boys and girls seemed really ugly.

Mo Yun covered his face all the time, his heart was so shy that his whole body was trembling.

Seeing his appearance, Ye Wuchen thought that he was quite frightened by his appearance, so he tapped the back of his hand and said, "I'm leaving for the Broken Bone Border in three days, you should pack it up."

After he finished speaking, he turned over and got out of bed, pulled a hair band and tied his hair into a loose ponytail, then picked out a moon white gown from Xanadu and put it on, and when he turned around, he found that the child was sitting on the bed and was constantly wiping his hair. Nosebleed.

……nosebleed? !

No matter how scary he looks, he won't scare people to blood!

Ye Wuchen hurried to the bedside, grabbed his wrist to feel the pulse, and knowing that the situation was caused by the surge of Qi and blood, he stuffed him with a elixir for reducing fire and detoxifying.

Mo Yun stopped the bleeding, and a pair of misty eyes stared helplessly at the spots of blood on the bed, frantically trying to wipe it off, but it was of no avail.

God knows what he was thinking to make himself look like this.

"Master, what, what should I do?" Mo Yun didn't raise his head when he said this, and just stared at the blood-stained bed sheet.

"Just throw it away, and change another one." Ye Wuchen said that he was about to lift the bed sheet, but Mo Yun would be wrong, and he quickly grabbed Ye Wuchen's wrist: "Master, do you think I'm dirty?" ?”

"No, I'm just too lazy to wash." Ye Wuchen said, who had never washed clothes since time travel.

His clothes have always lost a cleansing spell, so there is no need to wash them at all, just change them.

"Then I'll wash it." Mo Yun, who always felt that Ye Wuchen disliked him a bit, said in a panic.

The two were deadlocked, and finally, Ye Wuchen resigned to his fate and threw a cleansing spell on the bed, rubbed Mo Yun's head, and planned to go to the back mountain Lingquan to soak.

The blood stains on the bed disappeared in an instant due to the Cleansing Curse. Mo Yun sat on the bed for a moment, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses. He dressed carefully, took off the sheets, and hugged him Inside and out the door.

He still needs to wash it.

Four Seasons lives on the top of Zhiqing Peak, and there is a water curtain waterfall about halfway up the mountain. The water below gathers into a secluded pool, and then divides into countless small streams to rush to the foot of the mountain.

But Lingquan is far away from this cold and secluded pool, one is in the north of the mountain, the other is in the south of the mountain, which is an indistinguishable relationship.

The secluded pool is crystal clear, and there are some small fishes living there, and the cloud dust is spitting out big and small bubbles in it, chasing the small fishes.

Mo Yun squatted by the pool, looking down to wash the unstained sheets on his hands. The dust-cleaning spell was cast on it, and it was clean, but Mo Yun always felt that his blood was dripping on it. If he didn't wash it , but tarnished Ye Wuchen.

Just like those outrageous thoughts just now.

In his heart, Ye Wuchen is still the same as in the previous life, but he can't see it from a distance, but he can't think about it when he is close.

Ye Wuchen is just like his name, spotless, and Mo Yun always wants to dye him with his own color.

After delusions, comes blasphemous self-blame.

……

The winter in the Devil Realm is very cold, even if there is no falling snow, it is still cold to the bone.The bamboo outside is covered with a layer of frost, and a piece of crystal clear ice will come down if you knock it casually.

There is a charcoal fire inside the Four Seasons House, which is as warm as spring.

Ye Wuchen draped his outer shirt sloppily, squatting in the snow, his silver hair hanging down his shoulders and back, spreading on the ground, blending into the snow and frost.

The fingers that were red from the cold numbly lit on the snow, poking out small grooves, staring at it for a moment, then patting it flat with both hands, then squatting blankly, thinking about something.

Mo Yun was only ten steps away from him, but he didn't dare to go forward. He just watched behind him, waiting for him to realize his existence, and waiting for him to turn around.

In the leaden gray sky, fine snow fell on Ye Wuchen's head, blending with the dazzling white hair.

He sneezed and shivered a little from the cold.

Mo Yun hesitated for a while, and finally stepped forward, with a plain white umbrella propped on top of the two of them, he said, "Go back to the house."

Ye Wuchen didn't get up, but moved two steps to the side, avoiding the cover of the umbrella, letting the snow fall on him, his teeth chattering from the cold, but he still wanted to stay here, as if this would make him feel better. As if he froze to death.

After a long time, he spoke with difficulty:

"Mo Yun, why do you want my life?"

Mo Yun lowered his head, his bloody eyes under the slender eyelashes were deep and deep, swallowing countless emotions.

He tilted the umbrella and propped it on top of Ye Wuchen's head. After much deliberation, he only said one sentence: "Aren't you afraid of the cold, you should go back to the house."

Ye Wuchen raised his head, his face was pale and bloodless, his black eyebrows were lightly frowned, his thin lips were tightly pursed, showing a slight forbearance, he was still squatting on the ground, his slender hands grasped his knees, his fingertips turned white.

"Mo Yun, I beg you to stay away from me, okay?"

Mo Yun had heard such words no less than a hundred times, he turned his face away, left the umbrella to Ye Wuchen, stepped on Qiongfang on the ground and left, leaving deep and shallow footprints.

He walked back to the magic palace, with thin snowflakes on his shoulders, and when he returned to the bedroom, bursts of warmth came over him, and the snowflakes also turned into icy snow water, soaking into his clothes, and it hurt a little.

The weather in the middle of winter is really cold.

Mo Yun called Feng Yunhe to persuade Ye Wuchen.

Unexpectedly, the conversation between the two was heard clearly by Meihu, he was barefoot, the chains dragged on the ground, and the sound of scratching the floor was a bit dull.

He looked at Mo Yun with one of the few serious expressions on his face, "Didn't your lord say that the immortal master is afraid of the cold? Now that he saw it, why didn't you persuade him to enter the room, and you have to ask your subordinates to persuade him. Could it be that you can't lose face?"

His words were full of accusations. Mo Yun lowered his eyes and did not refute. He just said flatly: "You care about him so much, so go and persuade him. He should still be outside now..."

Meihu glanced at him and left quickly.

Looking at the red afterimage, Feng Yunhe suddenly knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, although Meihu is open-minded, he really cares about it, so please don't blame him."

However, after waiting for a long time but still not getting an answer, he couldn't help but look up, and the person on the main seat was gone, leaving only sandalwood incense lingering.

Mo Yun returned to the Four Seasons Residence, walked around to the back, and tapped his toes onto the roof. He sat on the beam, looking down at the person who was almost melting into the snow.

Meihu squatted like him, her blood-red gown was dragged on the ground, which was a bit glaring.

He faced Ye Wuchen, took his hand, and warmed it with his own: "Can the immortal master go back to the house?"

The hand held by him didn't move, as if yearning for the sudden warmth.

Ye Wuchen was silent for a long time before withdrawing his hand, and said coldly: "Not good."

"Isn't the fairy master cold?"

"Do not……"

Meihu didn't wait for him to finish, and suddenly hugged him. Due to the excessive force, she knelt on the snowy ground and knocked on the small stones on the ground, which caused some pain.

"Master Immortal, my heart aches."

Ye Wuchen was a little stunned, then pushed his hands away from his body, lowered his head and said, "What do you feel bad about?"

"I feel sorry for Master Immortal." Meihu still knelt on the ground, leaned forward with her arms propped up, approached Ye Wuchen with a smile, and forced him to lean back until Ye Wuchen became unstable and fell on the snowy snow. On the ground, his hands were submerged in the snow, supporting his body.

Meihu took the opportunity to wrap his arms around his waist, and hugged him horizontally. There was tenderness engraved on the charming face, and his voice was light and light: "Master Immortal, don't keep torturing yourself like this, I really feel sorry for you."

He carried Ye Wuchen, who hadn't reacted yet, into the house, shutting out the frost and snow all over the world, and the plain white umbrella was also locked outside alone.

Mo Yun was a little suffocated, his heart seemed to be grabbed by a hand, he couldn't tell what it felt like, but his whole body felt uncomfortable.

He stared at the umbrella that was left outside, as if his internal organs were hurting, and he seemed to be strangled by the neck, and he couldn't even breathe.

Mo Yun didn't know how long he sat there, but in the swaying snow, finger-thick snow condensed on his shoulders, his heart was frozen, and his whole body lost warmth.

In the end, he thought, as long as Ye Wuchen is willing to go back to the house, it will be fine.

He is destined not to be close to Ye Wuchen.

He was a little jealous of Meihu.

……

Mo Yun washed the spotless bed sheet over and over again, finally he was willing to let it go, found a few thick bamboo branches and nailed them in front of Four Seasons House, pulled the thread, put the bed sheet on, then put his hands on his hips in satisfaction, and planned to go to bed. Room.

As a result, the moment he turned around, he found that the Floating Cloud Ring clasped on his index finger was gone.

After standing stupidly for a while, Mo Yun quickly rushed to the secluded pool, accidentally tripped over a sharp stone by the pool, and fell into the clear and cold water.

The water in the pool was not deep, just below his knees. He got up and retreated to the bank. After the water in the pool calmed down, he lay down on the bank and searched.

The stones at the bottom are round or flat, and the sunlight refracts through the water waves, leaving phantom shadows floating left and right on the stones, and the small fish in the pool swim leisurely and leisurely.

Mo Yun frowned and searched, but couldn't find it for a long time.

He pulled his hair impatiently, feeling that those little fishes swimming around were really an eyesore, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed Yunchen who was spewing bubbles, and asked him to find Liuyun Ring for him.

Under the threat, Yunchen was so depressed that he didn't want to spit out any bubbles. He swam around in the pool for a few laps, and finally found the Liuyun ring in the crevice of the stone that had tortured him for several months.

It floated out of the water with the Liuyun ring in its mouth, and wanted to hand it to Mo Yun, but suddenly thought of the fact that this person locked itself in the Liuyun ring. It looked at Mo Yun with earnest eyes, and felt that this person might want to Shut it in, spit out a bubble to encircle the Liuyun ring, and quickly slipped away with the bubble in his mouth.

Mo Yun: "..."

He must stew this fish if he has the chance!

Mo Yun chased after Yun Chen in a hurry, because he was so flustered that he forgot that he was a monk, so he chased after him on foot.

"Phew, I got you."

After chasing for an unknown amount of time, Mo Yun finally caught Yunchen in the depths of the bamboo grove, easily burst the bubble, snatched the Liuyun ring back, and put it on his index finger again.

Seeing that he got the Liuyun ring, Yun Chen resigned himself to vomit a bubble to trap himself, intending to accept the punishment of fate.

As a result, Mo Yun got the Liuyun ring and threw it away, turned around and left.

Yun Chen was slightly taken aback, and slipped away as if flying.

All the best!It escaped from the hand of Hades through its own ingenuity!

As Mo Yun walked back, he looked at the Floating Cloud Ring in his hand and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that it was not damaged.

The breeze passed through the bamboo forest, making rustling sounds, and it felt cool on his wet body. Mo Yun was walking, and suddenly came to a place surrounded by mist. He paused, and continued to walk in.

I'm here too, so go in and clean up, and change into dry clothes by the way.

But after he went in, he regretted it.

Ye Wuchen's hair was all gone, and he was lazily lying on the edge of the Lingquan, his beautiful eyes were half-opened and half-closed, filled with hazy water light. When he saw Mo Yun, he first said hello, and then frowned and asked : "How did you make yourself like this?"

Mo Yun was drenched all over, his clothes were covered with dust, his wet hair was covered with dead leaves, he looked a bit embarrassed.

He suddenly lowered his head, tugged at the corner of his clothes frantically, creaked, and couldn't utter a complete sentence, "Master, you, you, you, you are here... why are you here... no, good morning..."

"Ah, good morning." Ye Wuchen replied, and stared at him inexplicably: "So how did you make yourself like this?"

"I, me, Yun Chen, that, I'll go first..." Mo Yun turned and ran away, but was surrounded by a gentle water spirit force, bringing him to Ye Wuchen.

"What are you running, I won't scold you, come down, at least clean yourself up before going back."

But Mo Yun didn't turn around, just stood there in a daze, his mind blank.

"Mo Yun?" Ye Wuchen touched his calf with his fingertips.

Mo Yun turned around stiffly, and only when he lowered his head did he realize that Ye Wuchen had a red hair ball that was about to bleed on his head. The ball raised his eyelids and said weakly: "Run, you can't hold it."

Ye Wuchen heard it, and pulled it off strangely: "What can't stand it?"

Xiaobaiqiu opened his eyes, his eyes slid down involuntarily, Ye Wuchen slapped it back.

It's still the same color as before.

"Master... I..."

"Huh?" Ye Wuchen looked up at him, saw that he hadn't moved for a long time, and thought he was being stared at and it was inconvenient to take off his clothes, so Ye Wuchen turned his back understandingly, and said: " It's okay, I don't want to look at you, just take it off."

Mo Yun's ears were reddened by his last two words, his brain seemed to be churned into a ball, and he was dizzy under the chaos. He turned around in a hurry, and was about to escape, but unexpectedly, the spiritual power on his waist was not taken away. As a result, he staggered and fell uncontrollably towards the Lingquan.

Ye Wuchen heard the sound and caught him in time, his arms sank and splashed a little.

"...Why can't you stand still, kid?"

Mo Yun couldn't say a word, he glanced at Ye Wuchen, Mo Yun's hair was hanging in front of his chest that was slightly reddened by the water vapor, dripping water, it was indescribably seductive.

Ye Wuchen, who was on the sidelines, didn't notice his embarrassment, hugged him with one hand, put his other hand on his forehead, and said to himself: "Have a fever?"

Little Baiqiu was right, he really couldn't stand it.

So Mo Yun made a major decision, he used his spiritual power to knock himself out.