Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

"Master, do you think I'm dispensable?"

The night was getting darker, the wind was blowing slowly, and the insects were chirping twice, making it even more silent.

There is some faint light falling from the window, which does not reach the depths, and the light is also faint, spreading a shallow layer above, and there are sparse hazy tree shadows.

Ye Wuchen was pressed on the bed.

He felt that he was being tortured by the soul.

"I don't think you are dispensable." Ye Wuchen straightened up and leaned against the bedpost, his voice slightly hoarse.

Mo Yun's eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, he approached him, his tone could not be said to be oppressive or aggrieved, "Then why isn't Master willing to tell me anything?"

His hand landed on Ye Wuchen's abdomen, where the dantian was.

The moment Ye Wuchen released his spiritual consciousness by the lake, Mo Yun knew that his dantian had been repaired. Although he was happy for him, he was still depressed.

Through the material of the clothes, Mo Yun's fingers lightly pressed against his abdomen, "It's good for Master to tell me, what's the matter if you leave me without saying anything?"

Even if he knew everything, he still wanted Ye Wuchen to tell him personally, just to be trusted a little more.

"No." Ye Wuchen wanted to say that the place he was going to was dangerous, but the environment Mo Yun was going to seemed to be more dangerous. He lowered his head and held back an apology for a long time.

"Sorry, I didn't think carefully, I thought the environment would not be less dangerous." He explained.

"So Master didn't say anything." Mo Yun murmured in a low voice, the light in his eyes flickered on and off, the fingertips resting on his dantian moved to his cheeks, and slid along the line of his jaw to his chin, The action is provocative.

He asked softly: "Then Master is for my own good? But have you considered my feelings?"

"Master, did I say that I will come back soon, but you are gone after I come back, and the one sentence you left me is to let me not look for you. It took me a lot of effort to get rid of the entanglement of the situation...Master , but you left me..."

The fingertips pressed lightly on the cool skin, slowly slid across, and landed on the corner of the mouth.

"Master." Mo Yun moved closer, staring at him oppressively, his red eyes were soaked with light, and he never moved away. He stared at him for a long time, as if the sea was changing and the stars were changing.

It also seems to cross the past and present, and cross the two worlds of mortals.

He looked at him, not knowing what capacity he was looking at, and he didn't know which stage he was looking at.

In the end, he whispered in his ear, suppressing his grievance.

"You always push me away."

Always send him out, push him away without any attachment.

No matter whether he is the protagonist, the Demon Lord, or the disciple of Immortal Sword Sect, Ye Wuchen is always willing to throw him away and leave him alone.

The distance between the two was too close, almost to the point where they could hear each other's breath clearly.

Ye Wuchen shrank back subconsciously, hiding until there was no way to retreat.

And when he stepped back, Mo Yun moved forward, closing the distance little by little until the breath was close, "What is Master hiding?"

"... didn't hide." Ye Wuchen looked up at him, sighed softly, "I didn't push you away either."

The distance was too close, and his voice was much softer, almost a whisper.

The moonlight was clear and shallow, and scattered light fell in front of the bed, reflecting the side faces of the two of them, casting a layer of fluorescent light, Ye Wuchen swept down the eyelids, and a light shadow fell on the eyelids.

"No." He said two words, then opened his mouth, and there was no more words.

Mo Yun knew that he was looking for a suitable wording, so he waited, the distance was still impassable, and his breath was intertwined, but Ye Wuchen didn't seem to notice the subtlety of the distance, or in other words, he was acquiescing to Mo Yun's behavior. of.

"I didn't leave you behind." After thinking for so long, Ye Wuchen could only come up with five words, and then there was a long silence. Repeatedly.

"I think it's too dangerous." Ye Wuchen said, "I didn't dare to let you go to... Jingzhongjing. I was negligent. I didn't record those in the book. I just said that there is no illusion. Sorry, I will check it out next time. .”

He probably thought that Mo Yun was frightened by the environment, so he asked him these questions.

Mo Yun suddenly smiled, finally stopped staring at him, leaned forward, leaned on his shoulder, his blood eyes gradually darkened, "If you knew that the environment was dangerous, where would you throw me in a safe place?"

He bit the word "safety" very hard, almost with a taste of sarcasm. He hugged Ye Wuchen and seemed to sigh.

"No, it's not lost,..."

"Master still doesn't understand."

He smiled lightly, and unexpectedly moved close to Ye Wuchen's cheek, holding back his slightly parted lips that wanted to explain something, but he was almost close.

"Master is not around, you will abandon me wherever you ask me to go."

The kiss he dropped on his lips suddenly made Ye Wuchen tremble, and he was stunned on the spot.

His intuition told him that this was different from the past.

Or maybe it was like that in the old days, but he didn't understand.

No matter which thought it is, it can stop his brain for a moment and stop functioning.

Did not push away.

No resistance.

It's just that his expression is a little dull and his body is a little stiff.

It seems... not right.

There is something wrong with the relationship between master and apprentice.

But I can't tell what's wrong, because their way of getting along has been like this from the beginning, and there is nothing wrong with it, as if nothing Mo Yun did to him should be unexpected.

But this is indeed beyond the scope of Ye Wuchen's thinking.

Cause he is completely stupid now.

From the very beginning, Mo Yun tried his best to shorten the distance between him and Ye Wuchen, so that Ye Wuchen subtly accepted many of his actions that should not appear between master and apprentice.

And Ye Wuchen was defenseless against him the moment his identity was revealed.

Therefore, in many cases, as a bystander, Lu Xiao was more likely to notice that something was wrong between the two of them.

But Ye Wuchen always faced Mo Yun with the mentality of an elder, and no matter how many conjectures Lu Xiao had in his mind, they all disintegrated under his eyes without distracting thoughts.

However, which elder can accept a child who is about to reach the crown to block himself on the bed, and the distance between them is only one finger thick.

No.

Ye Wuchen acquiesced, Mo Yun could do this.

Because they got along like this a long time ago, subtly, from the beginning of Mo Yun's hug to the back, then occupying his thoughts, and finally to the blatant kiss, the changes in the middle were so subtle that Ye Wuchen didn't even notice.

And because of preconceived ideas, Ye Wuchen can always fill in the reasons for him in his heart after he makes those actions that go beyond the boundaries.

But now, after Ye Wuchen was stunned, he stared at him in bewilderment, and wanted to find a reason to convince himself, so he muttered to himself: "Are you sleepy?"

"What does Master think?"

Mo Yun's eyes were unreasonably sober.

"Then...that should be because I fell asleep, maybe I was dreaming...?"

The truth is over there, covered by a thin layer of fog, which can explain all the strange behaviors of Mo Yun in the past, just need to be careful, and you can see clearly from a distance.

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, unwilling to look at them anyway.

Faced with this kind of thing, he is always on the run.

"Then Master, do you think this is a nightmare or a sweet dream?"

Mo Yun's kiss diverted, pressing on his lips, blocking his thoughts and blocking his unspoken words, as if the question was just a whim and did not need to be answered.

Ye Wuchen trembled, a few fragments flashed in his mind, a smear of purple flashed across his shrunken pupils, it was fleeting, and he didn't catch anything.

Mo Yun entangled him with an unforgettable domineering, the deep kiss made him tremble, his mind went blank, he could only hide back instinctively, but there was no way to hide, no way to retreat.

imprisoned.

The sudden frenzy was suffocating, and it took a long time for the robbed breath to return.

The warm breath transferred to the neck and shoulders, lingering downwards, leaving some light and shallow marks.

Ye Wuchen was still numb, he was still a little ignorant after such a long time, too ups and downs of emotion hit his brain, sweeping everything like a wave.

Always blank.

The next day, Ye Wuchen woke up very early. He glanced at Mo Yun who was sleeping outside, got off the bed lightly, tied up his hair and opened the door, bumping into Gong Ling who raised his hand and was about to knock on his door. Lan.

"Young Master Gong has something to do with me?"

"Why are you so unfamiliar." Gong Linglan smiled, his complexion was a little bad, his eyes were black and blue, he hesitated for a long time before asking Ye Wuchen, "What did the immortal master do last night?"

"Last night?" Ye Wuchen frowned and thought about it, then shook his head, "I didn't do anything, what happened?"

The smile on Gong Linglan's face was a bit far-fetched.

Something happened, something serious happened, the person who was kidnapped was replaced by Mo Yun, he almost didn't go crazy when he first found out.

"It's nothing, Master Xian got up really early, I wonder if Xianjun Mo is up yet?" Gong Linglan said this, before Ye Wuchen could answer, he thought of another very serious question.

The kidnapping target has been changed to Mo Yun, does that mean that Ye Wuchen also knows about it.

Thinking of this, Gong Linglan's smile instantly collapsed in half, and she looked at Ye Wuchen's expression a little apprehensively, but it was the same as usual.

Gong Linglan doesn't think that Ye Wuchen's temper is so good.

Mo Yun should have not told Ye Wuchen yet.

In other words, Mo Yun changed the person who was kidnapped by himself - how is this possible? !

"He's still sleeping, what can I do with him?" Ye Wuchen asked.

Gong Linglan pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "It's nothing particularly important, it's just that the last battle in the martial arts competition was really unforgettable, and I want to get acquainted with him."

Today's weather is cool, subtle light shines through the clear and shallow clouds, and rain curtains fall that are hard to detect. Gong Linglan is hiding something in his heart, and there are some tiny drops of water hanging on his hair, which he didn't notice.

Ye Wuchen naturally put a plain white umbrella on top of his head, "Come find him later, he hasn't woken up yet."

"I'm awake." A voice suddenly came from behind, Ye Wuchen looked back, put the handle of the umbrella into Gong Linglan's hand, and said: "Then you two talk, I won't bother you."

He held up another umbrella and walked out, suddenly thought of something, stopped in his tracks, turned his head and said to the two: "No fighting."

Like coaxing a child.

Mo Yun leaned lazily by the door, his eyes fell on the plain white figure, he shouted to stop him, Ye Wuchen turned his head, opened the umbrella, and waited for his next words.

"Master, do you still remember what I said last night?"

Ye Wuchen was taken aback, turned around and said seriously: "I'll go and see that child, I'll be right back."

Mo Yun tilted his head against the door frame, his eyes darkened, then he smiled lightly, and asked again: "Then Master, do you still remember what I did?"

Ye Wuchen asked back: "What did you do?"

Yep, he lost his memory.

Mo Yun pursed his lips, shook his head slowly, stared at him with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see through him, Ye Wuchen didn't understand, so he asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No, I think Master is very funny."

"..." Ye Wuchen felt that his words were ambiguous, so he glared at him, turned and left.

Mo Yun lowered his head and smiled, raised his eyebrows and looked at Gong Linglan, his words were extremely sarcastic and provocative, "Look at me as a puppet?"

Baisha Cuizhu master-servant contract, as long as Ye Wuchen recites a mantra, Mo Yun can bear all the harm inflicted on him.

It's easy to change the target of binding life.

But Gong Linglan didn't know about it, so he asked, "How did you do it?"

"Guess." Mo Yun snatched the umbrella Ye Wuchen handed to him, closed it and pointed the tip of the umbrella at him, with the sleek and cold wooden tip pressed against his throat, "Do I have to kill you to do it?" Untie the bondage?"

Gong Linglan pushed aside the damp umbrella, and didn't care about his threats, he was only curious about one question, "Why didn't you tell the immortal master."

"..." Mo Yun thought about what happened last night, and for the first time, he didn't hold his appetite, "I didn't have time."

Ye Wuchen seemed to be fainted by his actions yesterday, and he forgot about that time when he woke up.

Something weird.

*

The child was lying on the stone railing by the lake, his little head kept looking towards the lake, and his sister-in-law was holding him by the back collar to prevent the child from kicking himself into the lake.

The woman was dressed in blue and linen, with a wooden hairpin on her head casually tied into a bun, with one strand hanging on her chest, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing a piece of jade-white arm.

She stood in the slightly dense rain, without an umbrella, gnawing a pear and carrying a noisy child, her hair was a little wet.

Ye Wuchen held an umbrella and walked to the lake. Miraculously, he was not blocked by the wall on the way. He glanced at the child who was leaning out half of his body, and then looked at the child who can't stop eating pears as long as the child is not dead. The woman is a little speechless.

He stuffed the umbrella to the woman, hugged the child into his arms, comforted her with a few words, and said to the woman, "Take him back."

The woman helped him hold the umbrella, and she wanted to pass the half-eaten pear to the child halfway, but Ye Wuchen glanced at it and took it back embarrassingly.

"You really married a wife?" The woman heard from her two elder brothers that Ye Wuchen had a deep relationship with his late wife, but she still couldn't believe it.

"Married." Ye Wuchen belonged to the first life and second time acquaintance, lying expressionlessly.

"Then the one who came to the village yesterday is your son?"

"..."

During the conversation, Ye Wuchen sent the child back to the old woman's house, skillfully coaxed him to sleep, and then wandered around the mountain path, pushing through the overgrown weeds and found the old woman in the cornfield.

It's time for him to go, to say goodbye.

The woman followed him, talking to him about the village as if she was looking for something to say.

People and sharks live together in this village, which seems to have been the case a long time ago.

As for why they are here, no one knows, not even those sharks.

There are not many outsiders who come to this village, so far there are only four people from Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen felt that since they have lived here since ancient times, there is no need to bother them, just be a passer-by and take a look.

The old woman's eyes were a little blurry, she looked at the guest who came and left every two days, knowing that she couldn't keep her, so she said in her old voice, "Leave after dinner, you can come to play next time."

Ye Wuchen responded with a smile.

After that, he helped the old woman pick the corn in the field, and the overlapping collar opened slightly with his movements, revealing the delicate collarbone inside.

The woman watched from the side with strange eyes. After Ye Wuchen finished the corn in the drizzle, the woman called him.

"Hey, you actually have a sweetheart, and I'm sorry to say that, so you lied to me that you married a wife?"

Ye Wuchen patted the corn whiskers stuck to his clothes, and lied deftly, "I'm married."

The woman frowned, followed him down the mountain, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and handed him a mirror, "Then what is this?"

Ye Wuchen's face was clearly printed in the mirror, looking down, there were a few ambiguous red spots on the delicate and beautiful collarbone.

Ye Wuchen was taken aback, "Mosquito?"

woman:"……"