Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Mo Yun hugged him and cried for a quarter of an hour, Ye Wuchen was used to his mourning behavior, and Qing Jun was also used to Mo Yun's attitude towards Ye Wuchen, but Ye Lichuan really didn't notice.

He picked up the topic and diverted his attention, "Is there anything else Chen'er wants to ask?"

Ye Wuchen shook his head lightly, and fixed his eyes on Qing Jun who was sitting next to him eating snacks with his legs crossed, and narrowed his eyes in confusion: "Who the hell is he?"

It is understandable that Mo Yun was so busy crying that he had no time to talk to this person, but Ye Lichuan was not surprised to see this person, and even greeted him friendly.

"Me? My Qingjun, oh, we met in that wild forest—" Qingjun propped his chin and muttered, but after he said something, he was surprised that the Lord God was still here, so he spoke again Be polite, "This is what I look like, but I had to be suppressed by the plane last time."

Ye Wuchen stared at this Qingjun who was completely different from what he saw last time, and after a while, he turned his attention to the boy—has this kid cried enough?

"Master." Mo Yun called out, and then waited for a long time before saying: "I will protect you from now on."

Ye Wuchen responded perfunctorily, "Have you cried enough?"

"Um……"

"Get up when you cry enough, how long do you want to hug?"

Mo Yun quickly let go of him, sat on the edge of the bed, ruffled his hair with his hands, looked at him with moist eyes, full of tenderness.

Ye Wuchen sighed, turned over and got out of bed to arrange his clothes, put on a Xingyue white robe, bit his headband and tied a ponytail on the back of his head.

He glanced back at the three indifferent people in the room, and finally said to Ye Lichuan: "Father, then I'll go back first."

After finishing speaking, he carried away Mo Yun who was sitting next to him, who was still immersed in a strange sadness.

Ye Lichuan and Qing Jun are both main gods, so Ye Wuchen doesn't need to worry about it, but Mo Yun—he paused in front of the door, turned his head and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Mo Yun's hair was tangled up, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment, so Ye Lichuan answered for him: "He is sick."

"..." Mo Yun glanced at him, his eyes downcast, and he remained silent.

More than ten days ago, after Ye Wuchen fell into a coma for a day, Mo Yun guarded Ye Wuchen by the bedside. At night, the lonely lamp was getting colder, and the faint candlelight was reflected on the wall.

He put down the curtain beside the bed, moved a chair and sat by the bed, watching the exercises Ye Wuchen gave him.

It is similar to the exercises I created in my previous life.

He was fascinated by the handwriting specially written for him on it. Ye Lichuan approached him before he realized that Mo Yun looked up at him and asked, "Didn't you go to help the people of Immortal Sword Sect recover their memories?"

Ye Lichuan didn't answer, but glanced at the book he was holding in his hand, went to the side and dragged a chair over to sit opposite him, and said to him in a serious tone: "Even if Chen'er wakes up and knows With the matter of the Lord God's space, you can't reveal your identity and the memory of the two of you."

Mo Yun closed his eyes, and the movement of twiddling the corner of the book stopped. After a long time, he raised his eyelids to look at him, and said in a calm voice, "I've been hiding it from him for so long."

Ye Lichuan leaned back and said, "Keep hiding it."

Mo Yun frowned. Now that this plane has been strengthened, it can already withstand the coming of several main gods. Even if Ye Wuchen knew about it, he wouldn't let the plane collapse. Why did he keep it a secret?

He was a little timid in the face of the past, but he still didn't want to lie to Ye Wuchen.

Give him some time, and he will definitely tell Ye Wuchen all about it—even if the consequences...are unimaginable.

But Ye Lichuan asked him to continue to hide it, Mo Yun closed the book: "Why."

Ye Lichuan was silent for a while, took a long breath, and said slowly: "Let him remember by himself, don't tell him."

"What if he can't remember?" Mo Yun tapped the cover of the book with his fingertips, making a muffled sound, "Cheat for a lifetime?"

Ye Lichuan glanced at the bed, "Mo Yun, you have no choice, I'm not discussing with you."

"What if I did?"

Ye Lichuan was silent, his eyes were deep and dark waves surged.

"Then just watch him die in front of you."

Mo Yun grasped the book tightly in an instant, enduring his fear and pretending to be calm, he raised his eyes to look at Ye Lichuan, his slightly frowned eyebrows revealed his uneasiness.

He asked, "Why?"

Ye Lichuan looked at him for a long time, and then smiled in relief. He seemed to be able to hand Ye Wuchen over to Mo Yun with confidence—but let's wait and see for a while.

He got up and left without saying the reason, but said half-threateningly: "If you have the heart, just tell him."

He disappeared in a flash, Mo Yun stared blankly at the empty chair, pursed his lips, and finally looked at the bed with the curtains hanging down.

I'm sorry, Master, I still have to hide it from you for a while.

At this moment, Ye Lichuan looked at the young man with downcast eyes and spoke slowly again, explaining for him: "I told him about you and Su Xianran."

Ye Wuchen was startled, he tugged on Mo Yun's sleeve, "You know...?"

What responded to him was a sudden and expected hug, "Master is troubled."

"It's not this..." Ye Wuchen frowned slightly, "I'm talking about this world, do you know?"

If Mo Yun, a native of the country, knows that this world is just one of thousands of planes, and knows that even he finds his life experience grotesque, what if he doesn't understand his thoughts and goes crazy?

Mo Yun blinked, then looked at him again: "Understood, Master went to another world and came back."

Ye Wuchen immediately put away all the worries in his heart, because he thought too much, how could the protagonist's ability to bear it be so bad...

Well, it's not the protagonist anymore, it's the apprentice.

Ye Lichuan sat on the chair and looked at the two of them, and smiled with his chin in his hand. Then, he glanced at Qing Jun, who was about to follow him to watch the show, got up and grabbed his back collar, and said to Ye Wuchen: : "Chen'er, Dad has also gone back, I will come to see you next time."

Ye Wuchen looked back and smiled slightly, "Yes."

He put on the mask and pushed open the door of the palace. He was instantly chilled by the cold wind outside, and saw that the white snow outside was dyed deep red.

Followed by the bloody smell of Hanmei light fragrance, it rushed over in an instant.

He paused again, and instinctively closed the door.

Kneeling in the vast snow was a man drenched in blood.

He closed the door and stood where he was, when he heard a childish voice that suddenly sounded from the sky and the earth at the moment the door was closed.

Like a magic sound that pierces the ears and pierces the muscles and bones, it goes deep into the soul

"Brother Engong!"

Ye Wuchen took a deep breath, but he seemed to fall into the frozen lake again, desperate in the silent cold.

He tried his best to calm down, and opened the door again with trembling fingers. Just as he was about to see the man's appearance, Mo Yun stood in front of him.

The ghost was born out of nowhere, and he heard the young man's slightly indifferent voice, "Song Zhiyi protects you with his life, you are still running here now, are you looking for death?"

It's a pity that the young man is shorter than him, Ye Wuchen can still see Su Xianran who is kneeling in blood, he lifts a face covered in blood, and looks at Ye Wuchen behind Mo Yun with a pair of indistinguishable red eyes.

He closed his eyes and said to Mo Yun, "Let's go."

"No, you can't go." The bloody man suddenly got up, and ran over stepping on the blood stains on the ground, and the congealed snow was dirty and messed up by him.

Mo Yun raised his sword against his throat - the ribbon had already been destroyed by Mo Yun, Su Xianran was unarmed at the moment.

He pressed his sword against his blood-covered neck, waiting for Ye Wuchen's decision. After a long time, he was grabbed by Ye Wuchen's sleeve, and the man said weakly: "Forget it, let's go."

Forget it, it's been so long anyway.

Go away, forget it, leave it at that.

He also didn't want to entangle Su Xianran any more.

His attitude of not seeking revenge and not questioning made Su Xianran startled. If he complained a few words, Su Xianran might still have the courage to say a few words to him, but with such a cold attitude, he already didn't want to see Su Xianran anymore.

Mo Yun hesitated for a moment, then withdrew Guisha.

Ye Wuchen walked around Su Xianran, his snow-white robe brushed against the blood on his body, and was stained a little red.

Two people at different extremes passed each other.

At this moment, Su Xianran grabbed Ye Wuchen's robe without hesitation, and knelt down on the blood-stained snow.

His fingers were tightly digging on the clothes, leaving deep blood marks, he was covered in blood, he didn't know where he was injured, and he didn't know whose blood it was.

He was like a drowning man grabbing the driftwood, refusing to let go. He raised his head, two marks were painted on his face by tears.

He apologized in grief: "I'm sorry..."

He complained heartbrokenly: "I lied to you...but the compass showed that your body is the most suitable for spirit body exchange...I really, I really couldn't stand Song Zhiyi at the time, that's why I did this, I'm sorry... …sorry……"

He was sobbing, clutching Ye Wuchen's clothes tightly with both hands, crying and begging: "It's all my fault, it's me...can you let Song Zhiyi go, it's my fault, let him go, okay? Yes My fault……"

"I don't want him to replace me. I made a mistake. I apologize with death. It doesn't matter if you cut him into pieces or kill him in every possible way...I don't want him to replace me."

Ye Wuchen was silent all the time, he couldn't even understand the meaning of Su Xian's next few paragraphs, but he didn't want to understand.

He leaned over slightly, pulled the robe away from Su Xianran's hand little by little, and said, "I helped you once."

Su Xianran's pupils shrank suddenly, and in the blood, he saw Ye Wuchen stepping back a little, and unbuttoned the coat with his slender fingers, and he put the coat on him, the soft cloth that was still warm blocked a little bit of the cold wind.

Ye Wuchen's voice was as gentle as ever, but also colder than ever before, "It's cold in the lake, and it's cold here too."

He walked away slowly, carrying the hatred for Su Xianran when he was young, and taking away the confusion and helplessness in the snow, and he helped this person for the last time, so that he would not be as cold as he was back then. .

In the end, the long river of time swept away the hatred, leaving behind the eternal chilling memory of this body.

"But Su Xianran, you asked Song Zhiyi to replace you, and you pushed him to the point of my knife." Mo Yun didn't follow immediately, but stopped beside him for a while, his eyes fell on the piece of clothing on his body that was similar to his. On the out of place white robe, he said coldly: "What are you regretting here now?"

He turned and left, following the white figure.

Su Xianran knelt on the spot panting, and dropped his hands weakly. The white robe that fell on his body seemed to weigh a thousand catties, bending his back.

He covered his face and wept bitterly, hot tears mixed with the undried blood on his face and rolled down between his fingers——

Yes, what is he regretting?

Mo Yun's sword was aimed at him, but what did he do at the moment of life and death?He pushed Song Zhiyi out...

But at that time, Song Zhiyi had just learned that he was risking his soul to exchange the truth of the soul, and Song Zhiyi finally broke free from the demons that had been entangled for many years, and the eyes he looked at him returned to the clarity of years ago——

But what did he do?

He pushed this clarity out again, and pushed it into the sea of ​​swords and flames that should belong to him.

Just like back then.

I still remember that summer when the rain was clear and the sun was bright.

A strange person came out of the demon world, he is not like other demon cultivators who are bloodthirsty, dark, cruel, indifferent, and lustful, he can be called a gentleman, a handsome young man.

He has a gentle and gentle name, Song Zhiyi.

Informed and reasonable, high-spirited.

But the most taboo in the demon world is such a clean person, because the demon cultivator is unstable, and the cleaner the person, the faster he will degenerate.

The reason why he is said to be a strange person is also because of this, Song Zhiyi is too clean, almost spotless, if it is not for those red eyes, people will really think that this is a righteous monk from the world of cultivating immortals.

He has not fallen, he grew up in the Demon Realm, and has been clean since he was a child. Even in his youth, he was valued by the Demon Lord.

That day was bright and warm, Song Zhiyi first entered the Demon Palace to meet the Demon Lord, and met Su Xianran for the first time.

Because Su Xianran was implicated by her ancestors, she worked as a servant in the Demon Palace.

Song Zhiyi passed by the small garden and saw Su Xianran who was sweeping the cobblestone road. He didn't know about Su Xianran's condition, he only saw a child no older than ten years old vigorously sweeping the floor with a broom made of dozens of bamboo sticks .

Moxiu never paid attention to these, but he did.

So he stepped on the silk shoes and walked in front of Su Xianran, blocking the light, the shadow fell obliquely on the child, he teased: "You are so small, can you carry it?"

Su Xianran was used to being ignored, and was taken aback by this person who suddenly appeared. He grabbed the handle of the broom with both hands and nodded: "I can handle it. I've been doing this for a long time."

Song Zhiyi frowned slightly after hearing this, "But I don't think you are more than ten years old, so you can't have been here since you were born."

Su Xianran nodded under his confused gaze, he had indeed stayed here since he was born, he even only visited a small garden, he didn't know anything about it.

Song Zhiyi was different from other demon cultivators, so he went to ask Mozun why he asked a child to clean the [-]-square-meter garden.

The demon said: "Su Xianran may be the only person in the demon world who knows the forbidden technique, so he cannot be released."

But Su Xianran told Song Zhiyi: "I don't know any forbidden techniques."

Song Zhiyi was only a young man at the time, and he was more willing to trust a pure child than a high-ranking Demon Lord.

He asked Mozun to transfer Su Xianran to the Song Mansion. He felt that a child who held a broom taller than himself every day was really sympathetic.

After all kinds of twists and turns, Song Zhiyi managed to persuade the Mozun to let Su Xianran go.

On the day he left the Demon Realm, Su Xianran looked back at the place where he grew up, but he saw the charming fox leaning against the gate of the palace.

Meihu was looking at the two of them with a teasing look, as if sitting on the wall and watching the show.

From that day on, Song Zhiyi's cleanliness was gradually stained black.