Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

A solitary lamp swayed alone, laying a dim light curtain in the dark night, hazy like a memory that has always been unpredictable.

The light in the dark always makes people involuntarily grasp it.

Catch it, and slip through your fingers, leaving only shadows.

"Warning for leaving the plot, please pull back the plot as soon as possible, otherwise the host will be punished."

Ye Wuchen was woken up by the cold system sound in his mind, and frowned, "It's been several years since I left the plot, if you want electricity, just use it."

"Warning! Get out of the plot! Warning! Get out of the plot!"

The sudden sharp sound of the system stimulated his brain, causing his head to throb. Ye Wuchen held his forehead, his face full of boredom, and finally ignored it, and leaned aside by himself, closing his eyes.

dizziness.

Anyway, if Mo Yun didn't kill him, he wouldn't be able to escape punishment no matter what, it's just more or less that's all.

The punishment didn't come so fast this time, the system kept roaring in his mind, and the increasingly sharp voice made his head hurt from the noise.

"go back!!!"

The system shouted these two words extremely eagerly, with unprecedented fear, "Ye Wuchen, go back!!!"

The voice in my head stopped abruptly, a sudden silence fell, and the air froze.

quiet--

go back?Where to go?

His head was dazed, he couldn't figure out the whole story of these words, he seemed to be washed by the tide in a chaotic state, and he couldn't tell east, west, north, south.

There was the slight rolling sound of the axles, and I didn't listen very carefully. I was silent, thinking about what the system meant, but before I could figure it out, the place I was sitting on suddenly jolted.

At this time, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the surrounding furnishings clearly.

There are expensive and exquisite silk brocade decorations on all sides, and the window is covered by a section of white crepe, which is blown away by the wind and pours in a little cold wind.

The ground is covered with a thick plush carpet, which is as soft as a cloud under the feet, and the walls are inlaid with fluorite, exuding a faint brilliance, sandalwood is lit in the corner, and some white smoke is waving and curling.

The system stopped talking, and there was a dead silence in my mind.

Ye Wuchen looked around at the unfamiliar environment, stood up while leaning on the wall beside him, bumped his head unexpectedly, and his head, which was already dizzy, ached.

what?

He fell to the ground, his palms resting on the plush carpet, his palms itching slightly.

It's not Four Seasons.

His head was as heavy as lead, and he was unbearably drowsy. The quiet and elegant sandalwood in the corner seemed to become a hypnotic charm, lingering on the tip of his nose, causing a burst of drowsiness.

He lowered his eyes, resisting the drowsiness of drowsiness, and after a long time he had the strength to get up again, but he was hugged by someone, and a strange fragrance covered his face with sandalwood.

"Master Immortal, let's sleep a little longer." The man hugging him whispered in his ear, his voice rising, with a deceptive tone.

Ye Wuchen was a little hot, he didn't recognize who this person was for a while, so he asked softly, "Where is this?"

The man didn't answer, he helped him to sit aside, covered his eyes with his hands, his sight was blocked, and the voice in his ears became clearer.

"I will take the immortal master out of the demon world."

He opened his eyes sleepily, his slender eyelashes swept across the man's palm, and blinked slowly twice.

"leave……?"

"Ah."

Ye Wuchen trembled slightly in his heart, pushed away the man's hand, and stared at the man in bewilderment, "Mei... Fox? You..."

His throat was a little dry, and his voice was slightly hoarse and slurred.

Why did he leave the Demon Realm? Mo Yun couldn't kill him. If so, the system would torture him to death.

For five years, life and death are involuntary, suicide will be suspended by the system, wandering on the verge of dying, feeling the backflow of blood, blurred consciousness, unbearable pain but helpless.

Why didn't Mo Yun kill him?

Shouldn't he be dead?

Even if he was put in a water prison and tortured day and night, it would be better than now. At any rate, he had touched the edge of the plot, so that he wouldn't be frightened by the system every day.

If he leaves the Demon Realm, the system probably won't let him go.

He leaned against the edge, closed his eyes, opened his chapped lips slightly, and said lightly: "I want to go back."

Meihu froze for a moment, her beautiful eyes turned around, she held his hand in her palm, and said in a low and slow voice that was always seductive, "Immortal Master, don't worry about people in the Demon Realm, I will protect you."

Ye Wuchen withdrew his hand, tugged at the front of his clothes unconsciously, and then lifted the crepe covering the window, revealing a crystal-clear snow, covered with light moonlight.

He was on the carriage, and a little cold wind was poured into the warm carriage, blowing away the sandalwood mixed with the strange fragrance, but his head could not wake up, and he became more and more confused.

The scenery outside was unfamiliar, and there were scattered branches like ghost claws everywhere. The dark black leaves swept across the outer wall of the carriage, shaking off a layer of clear snow.

Seeing him leaning against the window, Meihu stretched out her hand to close the window screen, saying: "It's cold outside."

"You drugged me."

Ye Wuchen leaned to the side weakly, his chest heaved slightly, his thin lips were dry, the skin on his cheeks was slightly red, and his raised peach eyes were also slightly moist.

gosh.

When to take the medicine, what to do with the medicine, and what medicine to take.After he noticed something was wrong, Meihu answered them one by one. He crossed his legs, and the shackles on his ankles made a crisp jingling sound, hitting his heart.

"I'm afraid that the immortal master won't cooperate. I put some ecstasy powder in the immortal master's tea today. It should have allowed you to sleep for a few hours, but I still miscalculated the time."

He sighed softly, his blue eyes stared straight at Ye Wuchen, and he suddenly took a tight breath, "What's wrong with the immortal master?"

Ye Wuchen was panting, and the skirts of his clothes were opened a little. He unbuttoned the fox fur on his body, slipped from his shoulders, and fell behind him to form a soft backrest.

"Mihun San?" He licked his dry lips and asked.

He remembered that Mihun San didn't have this effect.

Meihu leaned a little closer to him, and then smelled the strange fragrance again, and instantly gnawed like ants, and the whole body was transformed into crispy numbness, and she couldn't even use her fingers.

He whispered in his ear, "It's Mihun San, is there any problem with the immortal master?"

The carriage swayed suddenly, and Meihu fell on him, and the warm breath lingered in his earlobe.

"Ah, I forgot, the sachet and Mihun powder I wear will have some reactions, what's wrong with the immortal master, can you tell me?"

The night is late, the moon is covered by thick clouds, and the galaxy is hazy.

Mo Yun was standing beside the Yinyang river, with the golden beaded crown on his head unremoved, a faint shadow fell on his face, and he stared down at the deep black river water under his feet.

Ye Wuchen left, together with Meihu.

He didn't send anyone after him.

He wanted to let Ye Wuchen go.

For five years, he still didn't understand why Ye Wuchen lived like a double-faced person, and he also thought that maybe for Ye Wuchen, it was just a sudden softening of his heart.

But more conjectures are that Ye Wuchen was coerced by someone, but he couldn't find the person behind it from the beginning to the end.

Forget it...

Anyway, Ye Wuchen will only disturb his mind in the Demon Realm, so let it go.

The galaxy in the distance dimmed, flickering, disappearing indefinitely, as if it was about to fall in the next second.

The weeds by the river were as high as his waist, covered with frost and clear snow. He broke off the icy branches that bent the weeds and held them in the palm of his hand, waiting for them to turn into water, leaving them between his fingers, but he never let go.

He closed his eyes and headed towards the magic palace.

"Keep an eye on Meihu, and if you find something abnormal, bring Ye Wuchen back immediately."

A few shadows flashed out, and suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night.

"Warning! The protagonist is seriously OOC! Please bring the host back to the plot as soon as possible, otherwise you will be punished by landing!"

The system sound that had been silent for a long time suddenly sounded, Ye Wuchen was panting, he had no time to pay attention to its sound, and all his strength was fighting against the charm fox.

However, the drugged body was not working well, being pushed down on the soft plush carpet, all the strength was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, unable to make any waves.

"Immortal Master." Meihu Yi whispered by his neck, "I didn't think so soon, but you seem to need help..."

Ye Wuchen punched him directly, but he held his hand behind his head and pressed it on the soft and thick carpet, unable to move at all.

"Punish me!" he yelled at the system.

The system doesn't know why, but today it's extremely grumbling, and it took him a long time to feel the familiar tingling pain in his fingers. Ye Wuchen looked at the Meihu who was close at hand above, and said angrily: "I won't take the plot, let the protagonist ooc ! You’re shocking me!!”

As soon as the words fell, Ye Wuchen was swept away by the familiar pain, which covered up the numbness brought by the medicine. His body was already familiar with this level of electric shock, but Meihu was different, and lost it almost instantly. ability to act.

Ye Wuchen pushed him aside, glanced at Meihu's crotch, opened the door curtain without saying a word, was chilled by the cold wind blowing in front of him, but still jumped down quickly without hesitation. Row of carriages.

The electric shock this time was extremely short. As soon as he got up from the icy snow, his body ended in pain, but the hotness caused by the medicine came back again, and he didn't know what to do.

It's better to be called again.

He was sitting on the snow, his snow-like white hair was eye-catching, all poured down, falling from the snow on his back, reflecting the crystal of the moonlight.

Going down, the outer shirt was opened a lot, the collarbone under the neck was exposed undisguised, and the shoulders were tinged with red.

It sucks.

Ye Wuchen gathered his clothes, but wanted to tear them apart again. The extreme heat in his body was unbearable, but the dry and cold weather in winter should not be underestimated either.

At some point, someone grabbed his arm, helped him up, whispered something to others, and there was no more movement.

He was quite frightened by the Meihu, and raised his eyes to look at the man vigilantly. When he saw the man in black with the black iron mask, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Yun's magic soldiers.

Not long after, a person came from afar and stood in front of Ye Wuchen facing the moonlight. The person seemed to be a little stunned when he saw him. After a while, he put on a warm coat.

He pulled it subconsciously, but instead of tearing away Da Hui, he pulled the skirt of the clothes he had just closed a little further.

Mo Yun stared at his flushed cheeks, was silent for a moment, took his hand, waited, saw that he didn't resist, then hugged him by the waist, and ordered the magic soldiers.

"Go find Feng Yunhe."

When the familiar voice sounded, Ye Wuchen raised his eyelids with difficulty, and when he saw his appearance, he suddenly became nervous again.

"You let go."

The voice is too soft, like cotton soaked in water.

But Mo Yun put him down without hesitation, walked behind him, and said, "It's still far from the Demon Palace."

Ye Wuchen ignored him, and tried his best to support his limp body and move forward. After half a quarter of an hour, he only walked more than ten steps. Mo Yun was behind him, walking on his shadow with his head bowed.

I don't know how he returned to the Demon Realm, he seemed to have lost consciousness not too far away, and he smelled the bitter smell of medicine and the conversations from the outside world while half asleep, but he couldn't hear clearly as if separated by a layer of water.

"Send you back to the Immortal Sword Gate..."

"never mind."

"Let's put it in the devil world to watch."

The man's voice was very flat, and it became more and more hazy in his mind, ethereal and far away.

Back to chaos.

Ye Wuchen woke up, lying on the bed, recalling this dream as if he had experienced it himself, and wanted to kill the system and Meihu.

He grabbed the quilt and covered his mouth and nose, as if he could still smell the strange fragrance, he simply held his breath again.

My brain throbbed.

He lay on the bed for a while, and just as he opened the curtain to get up, he was scared back to the corner by the person at the table.

"Master Immortal." Meihu sat in front of the table, crossed her fingers and rested on her chin, and looked at him with a smile.

"Does the fairy drink tea?"

"……Do not."

Ye Wuchen sorted out his mood, told himself again and again that it was all a dream, then straightened his clothes, tied up his hair casually, and planned to leave.

Meihu stopped him, her blue eyes were extremely clear, seemingly harmless to humans and animals, but secretly wrapped her arms around his waist, leaned slightly, the corners of her mouth were alluring.

"I don't know if I will be lucky enough to spend the spring evening with the immortal master?"

Ye Wuchen twitched the corners of his mouth, and kicked his crotch mercilessly, he managed to dodge, then walked around behind Ye Wuchen lightly, brushed his slender fingers across his neck, and smiled lightly.

"I haven't seen you for many years, but the immortal master is still the same."

Meihu dodged his stabbing sword behind her, put her hands behind her head, stared at him complicatedly for a while, and finally sighed, her brows and eyes were filled with unknown emotions.

He sat back at the table again, stared at the pot of warm tea, raised his hand to pour the tea, flicked the teacup with his fingernails, and the clear tea rippled.

"It's all changed."

He said.