Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The ink stains on the clothes had dried, Ye Wuchen sat for a while, rolled up his sleeves and planned to continue writing on the paper, but the runes on it had been soaked in ink long ago, so he couldn't see the original appearance clearly.

He stared at the ink, turned out a stack of rice paper again, and moved it to the bedside, but he didn't write for a long time.

There are more vague things in the memory.

It just flashed by, it seems to be very clear about the details, but when you think about it carefully, it is hazy, like wine with a strong aroma in all kinds of intertwined alleys, you know it is here, but you are confused by the traffic I don't know where it is, let alone what it looks like.

Sitting on the edge of the bed sluggishly, grasping those hazy and unreliable memories, but slipping through the fingers like sand, racking my brains, I can only think of a few paragraphs.

But when I just remembered, I was clearly on the scene, as if I was in it.

He fell silent, trying to recall that weird and vague memory, consciously ignoring Mo Yun.

Still want to escape.

In fact, he never took the initiative to approach others, he always accepted passively, and later he only greeted or watched him off, and he was at peace with the situation.

But in fact, he just painted the ground as a prison, too lazy to advance or retreat.

Unless he encounters something he doesn't want to touch, although he can be pushed back, he can't be made to move forward on his own initiative, and he can only move a small step by force.

Mo Yun stood in front of the closed door, listening to the system report, frowning slightly, "Only one drop?"

He took a deep breath, "Wait a little longer."

He didn't believe that Ye Wuchen couldn't figure it out.

At noon, Mo Yun was bored, went to the small kitchen to cook a few dishes, and was about to take it to Sijiju, when he was told by the system that the guilt value was full again.

Mo Yun squeezed the rim of the bowl tightly, feeling that he needed a system to attack Ye Wuchen.

He entered the door lightly, put the lacquered wooden tray with a few small bowls on the table, then walked to the bed, and before Ye Wuchen could react, he tied his hands and tied them. at the head of the bed.

This time he pushed and fell.

"How did you get in?"

Mo Yun didn't answer, and continued to tie him with a rope.

"..."

Ye Wuchen felt something was wrong, and wanted to use his spiritual power to break free, but found that it was a high-level fairy lock rope, and the more he struggled, the tighter he tightened it.

"You let go!"

The culprit glanced at him, kissed him very roguely on the mouth, and then continued to tie him up.

Ye Wuchen was tied hands and feet by him, lying on the bed unable to move, at this time he deeply realized the meaning of the eight characters "people are knives and I am fish".

"...What are you doing?" He stared at Mo Yun beside the bed, his face full of vigilance, and he was secretly wrestling with the immortal lock rope, but it would only get tighter and tighter, with red marks on his wrists.

Mo Yun loosened the rope around his wrist and said, "Talk to Master."

The rice on the table was just taken out of the pot, and it was steaming, Mo Yun glanced over there, and said to Ye Wuchen: "Hurry up and finish the conversation, the dishes should be cold later."

Ye Wuchen gritted his teeth and glared at him fiercely, "Let me go!"

Of course, it was impossible for Mo Yun to help him untie him, so he ignored this sentence voluntarily and went straight to the point.

"Do you understand?"

He knocked on the edge of the bed, traced his facial features with his eyes, caught Ye Wuchen's momentary sluggishness, and said again: "You didn't do anything to make me misunderstand, no."

"You did nothing wrong." Mo Yun stared at him, stretched out his hand and raised his jaw, forcing him to look at her, opened his mouth to speak, but when he saw those flustered eyes, he slowed down his voice, "If you If you want to blame someone, don't blame yourself, blame me, blame me for treason, okay?"

Ye Wuchen met his red blood dripping eyes, looked away, closed his eyes, "Let go first..."

It is impossible for the thoughts that have been ingrained for several years to come out in an instant, but Mo Yun knows that letting his thoughts go will only make him trap himself more tightly, and he will have to push harder to force him out of the cocoon.

He sat by the bed and said patiently: "I never felt that Master has love for me, nor did I misunderstand your behavior. I just want to like you."

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, a shallow line formed between his brows, he didn't speak for a long time, and in the end, his eyes were only stretched open, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

"You let go first, it makes me uncomfortable."

Whoever is tied up like this and loses the ability to move will feel a little uneasy in his heart, let alone someone watching from the side, Ye Wuchen even took care of his breathing.

But Mo Yun still didn't untie him, and deliberately bent down oppressively, and whispered: "Master, I will let go after I understand it."

As they got closer, when their lips touched his slightly cool skin, it was obvious that he trembled slightly.

It's not true that there is no solution for being confused by the immortal lock rope, but if he tries to break free with his strength, Sijiju will be shattered by the powerful aftermath of spiritual power. If Mo Yun doesn't take precautions, he will also have a few bones broken .

"I know that the master loves me and spoils me because of the friendship between master and apprentice, so there is no misunderstanding, it is all my wolfish ambition."

After talking for a long time, Mo Yun's mouth became parched, and Ye Wuchen finally opened his eyes, revealing the misty eyes under the slender eyelashes, "But I have nothing to like."

He always felt that he did not deserve to be loved.

Because he believed from the bottom of his heart that everything he showed was fake.

Gentleness is fear put on make-up, indifference is natural fickleness, he has never had sincerity, how dare he change the affection of others.

He has nothing to like, if Mo Yun didn't misunderstand him because of his actions, then he really doesn't understand why Mo Yun likes him.

There is a kind of people in this world who give all their tenderness to the world, but keep their depression in their hearts, which is unknown to the world.And there are a few extreme people among these people, they sweep away the darkness for others, and they are still unwilling to admit that they are the light.

Ye Wuchen belongs to the latter, but it may be even more extreme than that. He never admits his goodness, and mistaken his tenderness for a fake, because in the dark night, he was carrying too heavy shackles, and he dared not push away the clouds and mists. See the truth hidden in your heart.

It's not that the appearance is inconsistent, it's that the fog in his heart is too heavy, blinding his eyes and blurring his vision, he forgot that he was a gentle person to the bone from the beginning.

His kindness has always been sincere, but he can't recognize it clearly.

Although the expression on the face can be fake, but what penetrates into the bone can't. He can be nice to others with a cold face, but he thinks that maybe others will be happier when he smiles.

After a long time, he would laugh for the sake of others when he didn't want to laugh, and then defined it as a forced smile in his heart, and defined himself as a liar.

He lived for others in the crowd, and the few moments that belonged to him were allocated to Mo Yun.

Whether it's the modern book, or the idle days on Zhiqing Peak.

But he is always denying himself.

"Again, there's nothing good about me..." His brows were furrowed tightly, his upturned peach blossom eyes were soaked, and the end of his eyes was red. He took a deep breath, "I'm not worth it."

Mo Yun stared at him, leaned over and clasped the back of his head, and kissed him.

Gentle and gentle, without provocation or desire, he was as devout as if treating a precious treasure, he slowly opened his blood-colored eyes, and brushed away the hair from Ye Wuchen's cheeks.

"worth."

"But I'm not good..." He moved his fingers, probably to wipe his mouth, but he couldn't move and had to give up, but his expression was dull, still puzzled.

If it was in the past, he would have escaped without a trace, but this time he couldn't escape, Mo Yun grabbed him very tightly and forced him to move forward.

"Who said it?" Mo Yun held his chin, "Or is it what Master thinks?"

Ye Wuchen blinked slowly, "Yes."

Affirmed his later answer.

Mo Yun looked at this master who seemed to have a bit of inferiority complex, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to help this man sort out his thoughts, counting how good he was.

The voice was not in a hurry, slowly counting the big and small things, lightly, as usual.

"I think Master is very good."

"Are you blind?"

"..."

The dishes on the table were still cold, so Mo Yun had no choice but to reheat them with a tray, but he was stopped when he stepped out of the door, Ye Wuchen looked at the top of the carved bed, "Let go of me first."

Mo Yun smiled at him, "No."

[The plot is in progress, and I received a mission to attack the protagonist, please ask the host to agree to the binding request of the protagonist, and don't struggle]

Ye Wuchen, who had already been tied up and couldn't refuse: "..."

He clenched his fingers tightly, then loosened them, and finally closed his eyes and tilted his head against the pillow.

[The host’s guilt towards the protagonist drops to 90.00%]

The system dutifully reports the value.

And the decline of this piece of value is only a matter of time.

When Mo Yun came back, Ye Wuchen began to wrestle with the immortal rope that bound his wrist again, and there was a light red mark on his cold white skin. Mo Yun saw it and could only help him loosen it.

As soon as Ye Wuchen sat up, Mo Yun pulled him beside him, and whispered in his ear, "I have endured it for a long time, Master."

He paused, turned his head to face Mo Yun's lustful eyes, and gave him a medicine.

Mo Yun: "..."

Ye Wuchen left the crying child sitting on the bed, and moved to another room to continue studying the Lingshi.

And he still couldn't explore that erratic memory, so he could only let it go temporarily.

A few days later, he found something that could hide the demon energy. It was spirit iron mined from a mountain range in the demon world, but the quantity was scarce, and it was difficult to refine, so it could not be mass-produced.

Ye Wuchen then spent half a month tempering the spirit iron. After trying it with the smaller Mo Yun, he began to study the methods of identification and cracking, but he didn't think that every cracking plan would be tried with Mo Yun.

In the end, Ye Wuchen researched it out, and also wrote a letter to Xiao Yichun, but Mo Yun has been getting bigger and smaller these days, and he is almost ruined.

Mo Yun, who locked people in the devil world but only kissed and touched hands, began to think about why he hadn't picked off half of Ye Wuchen's clothes for so long.

Is he so cowardly that even the demons in his heart can't raise his courage?

In the end, the reason was finalized, because Ye Wuchen always gave him medicine, and he always turned into a child at critical moments, experiencing the pain of sudden disappearance of desire.

Just want to cry without tears.

[Received a mission to capture the protagonist, please ask the host to move forward along the virtual arrow]

The system's voice sounded again, Ye Wuchen sat at the table without moving, he was thinking about those unfathomable memories, and was interrupted by the system before he could figure it out.

These days, there are dozens or hundreds of missions for the main character. He occasionally remains indifferent. The system says that the punishment for picking off his clothes has not been fulfilled, so Ye Wuchen doesn't care about it.

An arrow of light and shadow appeared in front of his eyes, Ye Wuchen stared at it for a moment, but there was no movement.

【...Please the host to move forward along the virtual arrow】

"Do not."

[If the host refuses, the system will take tough measures]

"..." Ye Wuchen paused and asked, "What tough measures?"

【Pick off your clothes】

Ye Wuchen ignored the system and continued tapping on the desktop to recall those memories.

【The host please don't challenge the patience of the system】

[After system analysis, the host rejected the task and began to take tough measures]

In the next second, Ye Wuchen felt a moment of vacation, and was suddenly covered by hot air, which wet the ends of his hair, and his body was also immersed in the warm water, up to his waist.

The water in front of him swayed with layers of ripples, and a person walked slowly in front of him amidst the mist. Mo Yun ran his fingers around his wet hair, and pretended to be surprised when he saw him.

"Master came here to look for me?"

Ye Wuchen was stunned for a moment, looked around and saw the surrounding scenery clearly, it was a soup pool, white steam was bubbling out, peach blossoms were transplanted in the corner, the petals floated down, overflowing with soft fragrance in the water.

Little crimson, swimming like a small boat.

He smacked his lips: "Is the peach blossom period in the devil world so long?"

Obviously it's almost winter.

Mo Yun smiled slightly, swam towards Ye Wuchen, leaned close to his ear, wet hair accidentally brushed against the corner of his eyes, and he heard a sentence stained with moisture.

"Master is concerned about what is there and what is not."

Ye Wuchen blinked, and suddenly realized his situation, turned around and wanted to run, but the bottom of the pool was wet and slippery, and the moment he turned around, half of himself fell into the water.

He was caught off guard by the fall and made himself dizzy. He choked on several mouthfuls of water before struggling to get out of the water.

He took a few heavy breaths, and subconsciously looked down at the water surface, which made him look stupid.

The system really took his clothes off.

Only the shirt was left.

He stayed for a long time before looking up, and was startled by Mo Yun, who had dark red eyes in front of him.

Dying.

Ye Wuchen moved back carefully, probably because he was too nervous, and threw himself into the water again, leaning back and blasting another splash on the unleveled water surface.

Mo Yun was smiling over there.

After being picked up by him, Ye Wuchen swam to the shore immediately, coughed a few times while holding onto the bank of the Tangchi, and then wanted to climb up, Mo Yun not only didn't stop him, but encouraged him.

"Master, come back, I won't chase after you."

Ye Wuchen glanced at him suspiciously, propped himself up and climbed ashore, water droplets slid down the hem of his clothes to the ground, leaving a puddle of water stains, suddenly a gust of wind blew, and he shivered.

Just when he was about to leave, Mo Yun lay down on the bank and smiled happily: "Master is so beautiful."

Ye Wuchen paused, looked down at the clothes attached to his body, it was already soaked, it was attached to the skin, faintly visible, and the line of the waist could be clearly seen.

Without even thinking about it, he knew what Mo Yun behind him was looking at him with, so he angrily took out a pile of clothes from Xanadu and threw them on his head, put on a robe and left.

The old man in Xanadu had just finished a sip of wine, but there was less of a pile of clothes piled up between his head and his head. He gasped, "Am I old and dizzy?"

Mo Yun emerged from the pile of clothes, and said to the ball of light that appeared beside him: "I didn't ask you to throw him into the water, did I?"

System: "Are you unhappy?"

"happy."

Mo Yun smiled, put the pile of clothes into Liuyun Ring, and sighed: "But I will be suffocated like this."

System: "The guilt value has dropped to 60.00%, the fear value has dropped to 50.00%, the heartbeat value has risen to [-]%, and because of your actions just now, the heartbeat value has dropped back to [-]%."

Mo Yun, who didn't do anything and released someone for the first time, buried himself in the water and doubted life.