Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The door opened.

Ye Wuchen stood by the table, staring at the table of dishes, heard the voice, looked over, hesitated, and asked, "Don't you like it?"

Although it was a task issued by the system, he also put some effort into it.

Mo Yun closed the door, "I like it, of course I like what Master did."

He smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth seemed to be stained with honey, Ye Wuchen lowered his head and touched the edge of the bowl, and said in a flat voice, "Cultivators don't need to eat."

Mo Yun blinked, walked to the table and sat down, casually said: "Master didn't do anything unnecessary."

Ye Wuchen felt that what he did was too much, and it meant to please him deliberately, so he felt uncomfortable.

He added more bowls and chopsticks, and pulled Ye Wuchen to sit beside him. The other party's attention was still strange, staring at the bowl that Mo Yun took out from Liuyun Ring and asked, "Why do you bring tableware with you?"

Mo Yun: "I brought not only tableware but also cooking utensils, do you want to see, Master?"

"..." Ye Wuchen stared at the bowl and chopsticks, "No need."

The protagonist has a problem with his designated brain.

This is the first time Mo Yun has tasted Ye Wuchen's handicraft. Although he saw Ye Wuchen enter the stove house in the village of Yulujianhua Mansion last time, he just wanted to throw people away and didn't pay attention to other things. Missed the meals made by Ye Wuchen.

And Ye Wuchen probably belongs to the type who doesn't make a sound and is a blockbuster.

He swept away the dishes on the table, looked at Ye Wuchen who was wiping his mouth after eating, and recalled the Ye Wuchen he saw in another world who was easy to handle when he entered the kitchen, and compared it with his hard-working cooking skills For many years, I let out a long sigh.

Ye Wuchen paused, then looked at Mo Yun, "Isn't it delicious?"

"good to eat."

Mo Yun asked the question that has troubled him for many years, "Master, what is the right amount?"

Ye Wuchen stared at him, then suddenly got up and walked to the side, as if he didn't intend to discuss this kind of mental retardation with him.

Mo Yun: "..."

The next few days were very peaceful, Mo Yun got Ye Wuchen who was very obedient, and because he was afraid of his misunderstanding, he didn't dare to make a move, so he could only wander on the edge of man and beast, and finally stood in the middle, acting as something neither man nor beast .

Ye Wuchen watched the protagonist playing hooligans and felt that the protagonist was seriously ill.

A few days later, the snow outside stopped and fell again, and the wind was blowing away, and the whole world was covered with whiteness.

There was hot tea on the table, and the windows were closed to block out the days of wind and frost outside, but Wen Xueluo lightened his body, and Qionghua blossomed.

Ye Wuchen sat at the table all the time, with frosty brows and eyes, staring at the neatly arranged tea sets.

Occasionally he raised his eyes, but he didn't know where to look, but his eyes were still calm and calm.

Quiet as a finely carved jade statue, exquisite, but inhuman.

Four Seasons Residence has set up a barrier to protect against the cold, and he only wears a chiffon moon gauze robe, his black hair is scattered like silk, and his fingertips are pressed against the edge of the table, slightly whitish.

There is nothing to do, so I can only stay here.

He lowered his eyelids and stared at the table feeling sleepy, then lay on the table with his arms under his head, slightly closed his eyes, and gradually breathed evenly.

If it were in the past, he would probably have been tense all day long, and he would never lie down so laxly and put away his minions.

If this was a dream, he hoped it would last longer.

As soon as Mo Yun opened the door, he found that he was lying down, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked a little confused, so he couldn't help reaching out to touch his face.

Ye Wuchen blinked slowly, intending to tolerate his little movement, closed his eyelids, and buried his face in his arms.

"Master, go to bed and sleep."

"Don't sleep."

Mo Yun smiled lightly, "Then shall I carry Master up?"

Ye Wuchen looked up at him with a calm expression, and finally sat up straight without lying down.

This kind of silent resistance was useless to Mo Yun, almost instantly, his body suddenly flew into the air, Ye Wuchen hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck.

Mo Yun looked down at him and said, "Master, you don't need to listen to him."

Ye Wuchen stared at him with his eyes wide open, and he blocked what he hadn't said yet, and got an ambiguous reason.

"I know Master was forced, but I don't need to listen to him now."

The place where he was sitting was not far from the bed, just a few steps away, Ye Wuchen still wanted to say something before he was stuffed into the quilt, the corners of the quilt were pressed, and only half of his face was exposed.

He grabbed the edge of the quilt and pulled him down, opened his mouth to speak, but paused when he met Mo Yun's eyes, then turned over and buried himself in the quilt.

"Ah."

That wasn't a task issued by the system, he might just be afraid of falling.

Mo Yun tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly remembered all kinds of things in his previous life.

For four years, he could not help himself in life and death, endured despair and got used to giving up. In the last year, Ye Wuchen was much more ordinary than before. The turmoil of the world passed before his eyes, and he could not touch him at all.

Death is his way home.

He never really lived.

I accepted what I could accept, and I couldn't resist what I couldn't accept, and I refused to lower the bottom line, so the light in my eyes gradually dimmed, like stars disappearing from the world.

At this stage, he is probably no different from a walking dead, like a pool of stagnant water in the dark, without the slightest wave or reflection of brilliance.

Light as water, heart as dead ashes.

Like a puppet receiving orders all the time, it empties its mind, leaving only a little self-awareness.

Mo Yun reached out to touch his hair, stayed by the bed for a while, and finally spoke very softly.

"Master, if I hadn't kept you for so long, would you be better than you are now?"

Ye Wuchen was under the quilt and didn't hear him.

He broke into a very light smile, got up and left.

"I'm leaving first, Master, let's rest."

It's a pity that he is selfish, even if he does it again, he probably won't let Ye Wuchen go easily.

Ye Wuchen got out of the quilt when the door was closed, "The protagonist really knows, so does he not plan to kill me?"

Still pondering this question, he always feels that being killed by Mo Yun is his destiny, even if he is in this environment that is considered to be a dream.

The system answered simply.

【No one wants you to die here】

Ye Wuchen froze for a moment, subconsciously said: "Is there a system that wants me to die?"

【…】

【No.Also, please don't let the host think about it, you have completely left the previous environment, don't worry]

The mandarin duck pavilion played the melodious music for days, layers upon layers of red gauze curtains, all kinds of enchanting beauties passing by, the fragrance of the powder painted on the face was suffocating, and there was a dance when the sleeves were raised, and every look was filled with a thousand eyes. style.

Mo Yun saw the situation inside through the water mirror in Mozun's bedroom, and cut another water mirror in the void to see the wing where Feng Yunhe was.

The person sent to monitor before told him that Meihu stayed in Yuanyang Pavilion and never returned to his son's mansion. During the period, he met Feng Yunhe here, but he saw people coming in but not coming out.

Meihu's system is out of the control of the system space, so it is unable to report the host's mission situation at any time, and in serious cases, it will cause a lack of plane.

If I remember correctly, the charm fox Moyue became famous in the devil world hundreds of years ago, and it has been until now.

And Feng Yunhe appeared in the Demon Realm only a few years after Meihu became the general of the Demon Realm.

Mo Yun can't freely enter and exit the main god's space now, so let's first observe the host who has existed on this plane for many years, and see what tasks he performs.

A few days ago, I used the power of the main god to check and found that Meihu was trapped here. Feng Yunhe's identity was still unknown, but it was found that he did not belong to this world.

Mo Yun suspected that he might be the host just like Meihu.

That's fun, different hosts appear on the same plane, and the plane is still intact.

Although Ye Wuchen entered this plane as a host, he is a person from this world after all. Apart from him, it would not hurt to have another host, and the plane can bear it.

Another possibility is not ruled out, Feng Yunhe is a system, occupying an identity in this plane and continuing to live.

But this is just speculation, not conclusive.

There is a woman playing the qin in the room. Qianqian jade fingers sweep the strings of the qin, playing a melodious tune, and the sound of the qin is melodious.

The curtain on the other side of the bed had been dropped, so it was impossible to see clearly what was going on inside. Feng Yunhe was wearing a black robe and sat down in front of the desk with a sullen face, looking in a bad mood.

There was a complete set of pens, ink, papers and inkstones on the desk, and beside it was a heavy wooden box with complicated styles. It was the medicine box that Feng Yunhe always carried with him.

After waiting for half a quarter of an hour, a hand with strong bones stretched out from the bed curtain, and slowly hung the curtain painted with mandarin ducks on the golden hook next to it, with the crisp sound of chains jingling.

Meihu squinted her eyes and sat up from the bed, straightened her messy hair, leaned back and stretched her body.

"Huh?" He walked out of the bed with bare feet, and the chains connected to the shackles scratched the wooden floor, scratching small marks on it.

Three thousand black silks hung down on his left shoulder, he picked one strand and wrapped it around his fingers, walked lazily to the desk, dragged his chin to look at Feng Yunhe, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

"I'm not the oiran of Yuanyang Pavilion, you have gone to the wrong room."

Feng Yunhe looked up at him with calm eyes, "I can take you away."

"No."

Meihu walked around to the side cushion and leaned down, picked up the grapes in the fruit plate and peeled them carefully, got the crystal clear flesh inside and looked at it under the light, "I have lived here for so long, I have feelings, It's not like you just leave."

He bit the grape and chewed slowly, the sweet and sour juice overflowed his lips and teeth.

Feng Yunhe was silent for a moment, "This plane has more space power."

"Plane?" Meihu laughed suddenly, "I haven't heard these two words for a long time."

He called the woman playing the piano in the corner from the wing room, looked sideways with raised eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were evil, "But what does it have to do with me?"

"If you go on like this, you will be arrested sooner or later."

"Then grab it." Meihu spread her five fingers and smiled slightly, "This place suits me, there are so many beauties, if I can taste the taste of an immortal master before being brought back, then I will have no regrets."

When he said this, he raised his eyebrows, "So the elder is not bad."

Feng Yunhe looked at him silently, but was stuffed with a moist grape, Meihu was laughing: "What's the use of hiding for so long? It's better to just usurp the throne and get Mo Yun down, and let those people take me down." Wouldn't it be better to be locked in this world?"

Feng Yunhe gritted his teeth, vaguely angry.

"He is the Son of Destiny, your target!"

The mirror closes.

Mo Yun meditated in front of the pear blossom wood desk, then knocked on another water mirror, and issued orders to the systems under him with a serious face.

"Sort up all the hosts, missions, and mission objects of this plane that perform long-term missions and give them to me."

The document appeared on the desk out of thin air, and the dot of the dragon pattern on the forehead was shining with a faint white flower, like snow falling outside the window.

Logically speaking, each plane can only accommodate one host for a long-term mission, but Feng Yunhe's identity is unknown, and it is not clear whether it is the system or the host, so he can only pull out all the hosts who have been to this place to look for it .

He now seriously doubts that there is more than one host on this plane.

But this is not the case.

The plane is a serious plane, and it really only accommodates one host who performs long-term missions, and that is the charm fox.

Feng Yunhe is still unidentified.

Mo Yun stared at the words on the paper, and felt that there was a [-]% chance that he might be Meihu's system, but why he took up an identity in this plane was unknown.

According to the above description, Meihu's mission is to be Mo Yun's childhood playmate in the demon world, gain favorability, raise him into a qualified demon master, and lure him to discover the secrets of this world and enter the origin of the plane.

Mo Yun flipped the paper over and over again, and suddenly frowned.

This means that he was in the devil world when he was young?

How could it be in the devil world?

Both of his parents died, he was wandering in the mortal world, and then he went to the Immortal Sword Gate to learn from his teacher, and he had no impression of the Demon Realm at all.

Why do the above all assume that he will grow up in the devil world?

What about Ye Wuchen?

He turned the document he was pinching at his fingertips into dots of light, summoned Ye Wuchen's system, stared at the small light ball, and said, "Go to the system space and help me check the status of Meihu's missions over the years."

The system replied: "I don't have this authority, and its system has been derailed from the system space, so the possibility of finding it is very small."

Mo Yun closed his eyes, suddenly thought of something, and muttered in a low voice, "The Lord God shouldn't appear in this plane..."

This is just a small plane, how could the Great Lord God appear here for no reason, on vacation?

Or, there was a fatal problem in this plane, and he had to come down to check.

He rubbed the space between his brows, thinking about what he just saw, and murmured unconsciously, "The Phantom Fox came down 400 years ago, and the Lord God appeared more than 300 years ago. If the system breaks away from the system space..."

Mo Yun paused, then took out a water mirror, looked at the surprised Qing Jun, and opened his mouth with some difficulty, "What if the system is out of the system space, unable to report the host's mission status... what will happen? "

Qing Jun looked at him with the eyes of a fool, and told him the common sense question without hesitation.

"If the system cannot report the host's mission status, it will not be able to solve some plane gaps caused by the mission in time. If it is superimposed many times, the plane will be seriously unbalanced, and the plane will be destroyed."

Mo Yun's expression was weird, and his throat was extremely dry, and he said after a long time, "Then how to solve it?"

"Let's find the main god to solve the milder situation, and tell the main god if it is more serious."

Qing Jun frowned, "Why did you forget the common sense question?"

Mo Yun didn't answer him, but turned off the water mirror.

In other words, Ye Wuchen would not have appeared in this world at all, but he survived because of a plane disaster.

He almost never met Ye Wuchen.