Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

In the evening, it snowed again, blowing in front of my eyes, and the cold wind was bitter, and in just a moment, a barrier against the cold was raised around, and the frost and snow danced down, and a few spots of ice white condensed on the barrier, which was fleeting.

Thousands of lights in the distance decorate the night, as bright as day.

Mo Yun dropped the barrier smoothly, raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Yunhe who was coming from the corner.

The other party was as respectful as ever, and stepped forward to salute him, "Your Majesty."

He nodded in response, then looked Feng Yunhe up and down, "Is the dungeon of Immortal Sword Gate so easy to break into?"

Feng Yunhe raised his head slowly, met his interested eyes, pursed his lips and then lowered his head, "This subordinate is just lucky, and happened to bypass those traps."

"Good luck." Mo Yun smiled.

Meihu held up a red umbrella, and her eyes fell on Ye Wuchen from the beginning to the end. The man kept staring at the enchantment in front of him, staring at the barrier in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

The blue eyes flashed with jumping flames, and after opening and closing, he had unconsciously walked forward a few steps, about five steps away from Ye Wuchen.

He was stopped by Feng Yunhe.

"Huh? Your Majesty didn't even speak, what are you doing to stop me?" Meihu swept away his hand that was blocking her, and took a few steps forward, staring at Ye Wuchen.

"What is the fairy master thinking?"

A smear of red appeared in the field of vision, and before he could see clearly, he was pulled behind a person, and a low voice came from the front, probably imitating his own tone just now.

"What's with you?"

Ye Wuchen bit his nails, thinking that the protagonist had a serious bug.

Mo Yun's gaze stayed on Feng Yunhe, who was hesitant to speak, for a moment, and then looked at Meihu lightly, "There are some troublesome demon cultivators in Liangzhou, you go and bring them back."

Meihu froze for a moment, curled her lips, and said indifferently: "The demon cultivator just went to the mortal world to play, how could it be called making trouble? unsatisfied."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his eyebrows evilly, "I will be able to usurp the throne then."

Feng Yunhe frowned and scolded, and said to Mo Yun: "He has such a temper, please don't blame him."

Unexpectedly, Mo Yun thought about this question seriously, narrowed his blood eyes, stared at Meihu with a light smile, and said something unexpected.

"How can I blame you? I don't even bother to take this seat, if it's for you, that's fine."

Suddenly, the sound of copper bells jingling was heard not far away. Groups of children were playing and running into the alley. One of the children with a horn pierced ran too fast and bumped into Feng Yunhe.

He was still young, and he wore a golden jade longevity lock around his neck. A few flakes of snow the size of goose feathers fell on top of his head, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold.

He raised his head, Feng Yunhe's expressionless face was reflected in his clear eyes, he was dazed for a moment, and took two steps back carefully.

"Are you General Feng?"

There are three generals in the Demon Realm whose abilities are far beyond human comparison. Both Meihu and Song Zhiyi are called sons, and only Feng Yunhe is called a general, because whether it is his appearance, temperament, or rumors, he is too much like a pair. The loyal general of the devil world.

Feng Yunhe didn't look at the child, but looked at Mo Yun in front of him, suddenly knelt down on one knee, and spoke respectfully.

"The position of the Demon Lord has been passed down from generation to generation, and outsiders should not prosecute it. Your lord, please don't make fun of your subordinates with this matter."

Mo Yun waved his hand, "I was joking with Meihu, why are you nervous?"

He held Ye Wuchen's hand with a smile, passed the two of them and walked to the front. When he was about to leave the alley, he suddenly turned his head and reminded, "Remember to bring those demon cultivators from Liangzhou back."

Seeing that no one answered him, the child stretched out his hand and patted the snow on his head, walked into the pile of children with small steps, and continued to play with his companions.

Feng Yunhe stopped in place, looked around at the falling snow, tapped his forehead with his fingers, and looked at Meihu.

His ankles were still clasped with shackles, and he was standing barefoot on the slippery ground, holding a red umbrella casually, his snow-white neck protruding from the thin collar, with a few red marks.

"What do you want from me?" Meihu waved her hand in front of his eyes, then yawned lazily, turned around and looked at the backs of the two people who had walked into the crowd, raised her eyebrows, lacking in interest, "Go down Come find me again, I'm in a bad mood right now."

Feng Yunhe didn't hold back, but just uttered a word behind him.

"Do you remember?"

"Ah..." Meihu sighed, turned her eyes and smiled slightly, "You know."

He licked the corner of his mouth and continued to walk forward. The shackles on his ankles jingled and scraped against the marble floor, making the sound inexplicably harsh.

In the dark night, the voice became farther and farther away, blending into the hustle and bustle of human voices.

The snow that fell tonight was getting bigger and bigger, and the frost pierced the bones, dispelling the warmth of Changye Street, but after a while, another light layer of snow was spread on the ground.

Ye Wuchen walked forward in silence, occasionally glancing at the formation in front of him, he would frown slightly.

This protagonist ooc is too serious.

Thinking of this, he will deliberately distance himself from Mo Yun, and inadvertently move towards the edge of the barrier.

Mo Yun noticed his small movements, took him to his side, led him through the bustling crowd, and occasionally stopped in front of a shop following his line of sight.

"Master?"

It's normal for Mozun to come out for a stroll from time to time, nothing unusual, but the shop owner still didn't dare to provoke Mozun himself, so he stepped aside and let them see for themselves.

This shop sells knives, and the warm yellow lights can't melt away the cold white blades, just exposed in front of your eyes, some exquisite knives are also gold-plated and inlaid with jade, decorated like things on the dressing table of a rich family.

Ye Wuchen was not interested in those bells and whistles, he just stared at the short knife closest to him, with an indifferent expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

After several attempted suicides, the Four Seasons Residence in the Demon Realm was no longer equipped with weapons.

He blinked slowly, reaching for the knife.

Suddenly, Mo Yun pulled him aside and away from the shop, the smile on his face remained the same, but his hair was terrified in his heart.

He did not forget how much Ye Wuchen in his previous life wanted to die.

Only then did Ye Wuchen regain his senses.

After he left the shop, he returned to normal, walked forward with a flat face, without saying a word.

Suddenly, he remembered an unresolved problem, and asked the system in his heart: "Why did you kiss him just now?"

【This is the plot】

"There is also a bug in the plot?"

【The host just needs to follow the plot】

"..." Ye Wuchen stopped talking, and was led forward with a slightly numb expression.

Walk all the way back to the magic palace, pass through the antique corner corridor, and walk into the area of ​​Four Seasons Residence under the moonlight. The snow on the ground has been spread two fingers thick, overflowing the moonlight.

As soon as I entered the house, before it was shrouded in darkness, the wall lamps in the house turned on spontaneously, illuminating the entire Four Seasons House as bright as day.

It was windy and snowy outside, so Mo Yun went to the window and closed it, and lowered the plug to block the frost and snow outside.

The surroundings are very quiet, as if you can hear the sound of snow falling, rustling, dancing from the sky to the branches, passing the eaves and falling to the ground.

Ye Wuchen leaned against the door with his back, walked to the table and sat down after a long while, lowered his eyebrows, and unconsciously tapped the edge of the table with his fingers.

I still don't understand what's going on, the system gives vague answers, and there are always some inexplicable tasks. The completely collapsed plot and unharmed body are incredible.

How to sleep everything around has changed.

He was silent at the table, his brows and eyes were indifferent, but he could vaguely feel a little defensive.

After a long time, he asked, "Are there parallel time and spaces?"

【The host please don't think about it】

"……Oh."

Ye Wuchen then fell silent again, rubbing the center of his brows, and after a long time he asked unwillingly: "Did I destroy the protagonist when I kissed Meihu?"

【no】

"But I remember you said that the protagonist likes Meihu."

【Don't you believe it? It was a lie to you】

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, "Why are you lying to me?"

The system did not answer.

Afterwards, he asked various conjectures and got countless negative sentences. Ye Wuchen could only stop guessing. He took off his clothes when he felt sleepy, and planned to go to bed to rest.

After turning off the lamp, he stood in the dark for a while, and involuntarily lit an oil lamp on the table.

Looking at the flickering candlelight, he frowned in confusion, but he still didn't stop, walked to the side of the bed and lay down.

At this time, there was a sudden sound from the screen, and there was a sound of water splashing, and Mo Yun's voice was heard.

"Master is sleepy?"

Ye Wuchen frowned, his voice was still calm and indifferent: "Didn't you leave?"

"..." Mo Yun stood up from the bathtub, put on his clothes and squatted down in front of the bed with wet hair, "I've been here all the time."

The luxuriant candlelight sprinkled lightly behind him, his eyes soaked in moisture were bent, long eyelashes were still condensed with tiny water droplets, and his skin was pale.

Ye Wuchen looked at it for a while, then suddenly frowned in puzzlement, finally stopped for a moment, moved a little inside, and gave up his warm blanket.

"……sleep together?"

Mo Yun was used to shamelessly rubbing the bed, the first time he met Ye Wuchen took the initiative to keep him, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

The drops of water that fell down his hair accidentally dripped into his eyes, he rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Ye Wuchen looked at him strangely.

"What are you crying for?"

"No." Mo Yun pursed his lips, looked at Ye Wuchen's expression and felt that he probably didn't need to explain, so he got up helplessly, "I'll go and wipe my hair."

When he came back, his hair was completely dry, and Ye Wuchen unconsciously fell asleep on the side of the bed again, his eyes slightly squinted, staring at the warm yellow light on the ground.

Mo Yun looked back at the candlelight on the table, and consciously fell asleep inside.

There was a bottle of medicine under the pillow near the inside, which was the medicine that suppressed demons that he would take every night to reassure Ye Wuchen.

The previous full bottle is only half full.

No way, who made him want to sleep with Ye Wuchen but was afraid that he would lose control.

"what did you eat?"

Just as he was about to eat, Ye Wuchen turned over and lay on his side looking at him, a little confused.

Mo Yun then explained the usefulness of this medicine.

What Ye Wuchen heard was the word "becoming a child". He paused, probably thinking, then took the porcelain jade bottle from Mo Yun's hand and pressed it under his pillow.

"Master?"

"No eating."

He casually pulled Mo Yun to lie on the bed, then hesitated for a long time, wrapped his arms around his waist like a surprise, moved an inch towards him, and leaned into his arms.

"Master, master, master?!"

Mo Yun's face was a little smoldering.

Ye Wuchen's casual actions are always his fatal point.

However, in the next moment, Ye Wuchen let go of him on his own, and turned around to face the outside.

Mo Yun: "Huh?"

He blinked, caught him back again, lowered his head slightly and kissed him on the lips, "Master, you can hug him if you want."

In fact, it wasn't Ye Wuchen who wanted to hug him, it was the system that made him do so.

But at this moment, he raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Yun, seeing a deep smile on his face, his eyes flickered slightly, he stretched out his hand to put his waist around again, and hugged him.

To be honest, Mo Yun is quite warm.

The person in his arms was getting more and more sleepy, but Mo Yun felt like he was playing with fire.

In the middle of the night, Mo Yun had no choice but to get up, and just about to get out of bed to blow the cold wind outside, Ye Wuchen was startled awake by his movement, with sleepy eyes, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yun helped him press the quilt, "I'm going out to play."

He knew that the man was easy to deceive in his sleep.

But the fact is not the case. In other words, Ye Wuchen in his previous life was full of vigilance. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was awake. He sat up and looked at the dark night outside. Make up something.

"Are you going to dig a grave?"

Mo Yun looked at his serious and ignorant expression, couldn't help but kissed him on the lips, then immediately put him on the bed and covered him with the quilt, and jumped out of bed and ran away as if fleeing.

No, he can't bear it if he stays any longer, and when Ye Wuchen remembers everything, he suspects that he is only greedy for his body.

Ye Wuchen didn't know what was going on, tilted his head to look at his hurried back, and muttered to himself.

"Perhaps, people have three urgencies?"

The next day, the heavy snow was still falling, no different from yesterday, but it tended to fall more and more.

In Ye Wuchen's eyes, this kind of weather is usually a time to seek death.

He stood in front of the window, his eyes reflected the ankle-deep snow outside, and he stood alone in white, unbelievably deserted.

Suddenly, he turned around and walked out the door——

The cold wind swept over the mat, and involuntarily dropped a barrier against the cold in front of him. He stared at it for a long time before turning to the chef of Sijiju.

The cold barrier is very strange to him now, after all, with his previous spiritual power, he couldn't maintain such a barrier for a long time.

Mo Yun went out very early and sent a few people to keep an eye on Feng Yunhe and Meihu. Those people had his power of the main god attached to them, so they wouldn't be discovered if there were no accidents.

When he came back, there were a few small dishes on the table, Ye Wuchen stood by the window, frowning slightly.

"Master did it?" Mo Yun was stunned as soon as he stepped into the room, he saw the blackness on the corner of Ye Wuchen's robe, and went up to check if there was any injury on his body.

He remembered that there were knives in the kitchenette.

"Master, you don't need to do this, just tell me and let me do it."

After confirming that there were no injuries, Mo Yun was relieved, but he still looked at the snow outside the window, and finally said lightly: "I don't want to either, and people who cultivate immortals don't need to eat."

This is the task given to him by the system, and he doesn't even know why he did it.

Mo Yun paused, looked at his frowning brows, and stretched out his hand to rub away the deep marks on it.

"wait for me."

He turned around and opened the door, standing in the white snow, a black color really eye-catching.

"Did you ask him to do those things yesterday?"

A ball of light appeared in front of him out of thin air, affirming his question with a voice.

Mo Yun paused for a moment, he thought it was Ye Wuchen who took the initiative, but he just obeyed the system, he closed his eyes, "Then explain why he listens to you so much now, are you..."

"No." The system interrupted his guess, and it was silent for a long time before speaking, "According to his memory recovery speed, it can be detected which stage he is staying in the previous life. At that time, because of my words—"

The system stopped for a moment.

"Put most of the responsibility for the collapse of the plot on myself, so I follow my opinion more, that is, in the last year of being trapped in the demon world, didn't you notice that he had more contact with the charm fox?"

"But he was far less obedient than he is now, and only occasionally took the initiative to find Meihu."

After Mo Yun finished listening, he stared at the system without saying a word.

"The last year trapped in the Demon Realm?" He repeated these words with a slightly cold voice, "But I always felt that he lived like a mindless puppet at that time."

The system is silent.

"Sorry, occasionally I have to forcefully control his body."