Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

"Nonsense?" Meihu took some time to break free from the long whip that bound her body, and after a short period of surprise, she quickly accepted the status quo.

"No, I think His Majesty knows quite a lot."

He tugged at the clothes that were damaged beyond recognition, and sighed long and long, "I don't mean to be sympathetic to the jade when I do it."

The chains that tied both ends of the shackles were dragging on the ground, he randomly grabbed a maple red dress from the side and draped it over his shoulders, hooked the neckline and lay down on the soft couch beside him.

There were several wounds on his fair skin, and he didn't bother to wipe the blood bubbling. The scarlet flow merged into a trickle and dripped down his skin, like plum blossoms falling on snow.

Moxiu has a strong self-healing ability, but those wounds can't heal no matter what, Meihu looked at Mo Yun who had hidden anger in his eyebrows, and smiled very lightly, his teeth were white.

He licked the corner of his mouth, "Why, it's not that I have never kissed the immortal master in my previous life, my lord was so angry before."

Mo Yun already knew Feng Yunhe's identity, so he didn't plan to talk to him anymore, and carefully wiped the long whip in his hand before getting up, intending to leave.

Meihu looked at him strangely.

Mo Yun obviously knew his identity, and he was ready to be questioned, but now he left without saying anything, what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd?

And he also wondered why Mo Yun would know this. Although he was the target of his strategy, he didn't have much contact with Mo Yun. Besides, how could people in the plane know about the system.

It's a pity that Meihu has never been a sharp-eyed person, people don't want to talk to him, and he doesn't bother to post it himself.

So he made a move with his long arm, "Go slowly, Your Majesty."

He smoothed his hair along the sideburns, and put his long legs casually. He didn't want to care about Mo Yun's stay, but suddenly, his eyes fell on the somewhat messy bed, and his blue eyes flashed.

Mo Yun, who had just walked to the door, was stopped by Meihu again, with the same demonic tone and slutty movements.

"If you let Ye Wuchen go, my preparations for the night will be in vain. Why don't you stay and relieve my emptiness?"

After he finished speaking, he clung to Mo Yun's neck and opened his mouth to speak. The moment Mo Yun got close to him, he summoned the ghost and chopped it down mercilessly. He cut it in half.

What met was a pair of indifferent blood eyes, as if there was ice in them, just one glance would make one's heart tremble.

"Tsk." Meihu covered her slashed shoulder, looked up at Mo Yun, with a sarcasm on the corner of her mouth, "If I hadn't made those mistakes before, wouldn't you also be in my pocket."

It's not that he really likes Mo Yun anymore, relatively speaking, he still prefers a calm and peaceful person like Ye Wuchen, rather than a ferocious reckless man like Mo Yun who just pulls out a sword and stabs you through a hole.

And saying that is just to disgust Mo Yun.

Mo Yun was not disgusted by him, and instead led the army, "You haven't performed mission-related matters in the plane for many years, you are quite free."

This is to prove that he knows everything, Meihu is quick to accept, and immediately answered, "My target is not yet born, so of course I'm free."

"So you created the soul exchange technique and gave it to that concubine to watch a three-person farce." Mo Yun turned to look at him with an unusually calm expression, as if he was talking about something to relieve boredom in his spare time.

"Afterwards, I persuaded the former Demon Venerable to take back the fragments of secret law in Su Xianran's hands, and sit on the wall to watch, watching the Song family and Su Xianran fight in the nest."

He spoke in a calm tone, unable to tell what kind of emotion he was in. During his speech, Meihu treated the wound on his shoulder with a smile, and sometimes defended himself.

"No way, it's boring."

"If I guessed correctly, you were the one who helped Su Xianran escape from the devil world."

When Mo Yun said this, he looked at Meihu, and the other party slapped his head, as if thinking of something, "This, I remember, I saw him pitiful back then, so I can help you."

Meihu went to the desk and sat down on her own, leisurely picked up the tea set, narrowed her eyes as clear as ice, "Since your lord knows so much, why don't you stay and chat with us?"

Mo Yun glanced at him, pushed open the door and left without looking back.

He and Meihu have nothing to talk about. In most cases, the main god cannot directly manage the host, and can only use the system to understand the host's tasks.

And the main god doesn't need to take care of hosts that have little to do with the system space.

As long as you find Feng Yunhe, let the system reconnect to the system space, and then report the progress of Meihu's mission, and he will have to go back if he doesn't go back.

As soon as he opened the door, Meihu leaped lightly in front of him again, smiling, "I'm still a little curious, how do you know this?"

His act of blocking people was a bit deliberate, Mo Yun frowned slightly, and passed him directly.

Suddenly a golden cage rose from the ground, directly locking Mo Yun inside, several spells were pinched in Meihu's hands, his lips moved slightly, and entangled thorns grew around the golden cage, with strands of thorns like The devilish energy that was like a thread pierced towards Mo Yun who was standing in the center.

He smiled and threw a few yellow talismans to strengthen the golden cage, "If your lord refuses to say it, then I have no choice but to use violence."

There was blood flowing down the thorns, and a few sounds of flesh being pierced could be faintly heard, as well as the man's painful muffled grunts.

Meihu squinted her eyes, stood outside the golden cage and waited for a while, seeing that there was no reaction at all, she couldn't help becoming suspicious, took a step forward, and suddenly a white light burst into her eyes.

The voice sounded from behind, with a surprised tone.Mountain, and, three, evening.

"That's why the spell that the elder gave me is quite useful."

Mo Yun glanced at the pool of blood in front of Meihu, then his eyes fell on Meihu again, and he smiled faintly.

This spell was given to him by Gu Tang when he first entered the immortal master's gate. The original words at that time were eight characters.

"At critical moments, you can save your life."

He doesn't know whether to save his life or not, but it is very useful to use Qi Meihu.

These days in the Demon Realm, he learned through Feng Yunhe that the reason why Meihu hesitated so much towards Ye Wuchen was because he had an old hole in his heart.

This person is quite strange, thinking that Gu Tang would come to snatch Ye Wuchen from him.

In other words, Meihu has always been unrestrained, and it is better to expect Feng Yunhe to learn how to dance like a girl than to expect him to be alone.

Meihu stared at the lump of blood and flesh in front of him, then turned back to look at the intact Mo Yun, and asked, "What kind of spell is this?"

"How would I know."

Mo Yun tilted his head, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

This spell can create a physical body similar to the user out of thin air to resist all external attacks, and transfer the user's position by the way.

The physical body is of course not real, it is probably forged with a kind of spirit, and it is [-]% similar.

Meihu stared at him, squeezed the unused yellow talismans in her hand, suddenly frowned and said in a low voice: "He never taught me."

The voice is sleepy, suppressed and lost.

Now he seems to be standing at a bifurcation point. On the left is Ye Wuchen, whom he loved devoutly and deeply in his previous life, and on the right is Gutang, which always makes him happy in this life.

Before he remembered his previous life, he walked straight to the old pond. Although he had some thoughts about Ye Wuchen hidden in his heart, it was harmless.

After remembering, he went back to the bifurcation point, fell into the unrequited love of the previous life for a while, and returned to the warmth and playfulness of this life for a while.

Looking back at both ends, I don't know which way to go.

However, what is even more sad is that no matter which of these two roads ends, there will be no good results.

So Tang hated Meihu for lying to him, hated that he was an unforgivable demon cultivator, hated that he had been lying to himself for many years under the shell of a mortal.

Ye Wuchen has always avoided him, staying away gently, and flatly refusing, not to mention that he once played tricks on Ye Wuchen.

Both are unavailable, and both are wanted.

Being too greedy will never lead to good results. If he gets Ye Wuchen tonight, will he use the same method to get Gutang tomorrow?

It's not love, it's just lust.

But Meihu really has no choice, just like what he said to Ye Wuchen.

"I don't know what to do now."

He really didn't know what to do.

Except that this method can give him a short moment to satisfy his little desire for love, can he still hope for a long time, he can't even make a choice, what qualifications does he have to hope for a long time.

In his previous life, he thought that his love would last forever, he thought that his love would last forever, he thought that his love would never die, he thought that——

He thought he couldn't make a choice.

No one will occupy the atrium all the time, too deep obsessions will only hurt themselves, and after going back in time and starting over, they will forget those profound things.

In the end, what accounts for more in memory is the constant companionship day and night, rather than those who refuse indifferently.

Even in this life, he never stopped pursuing Ye Wuchen.

It was the first time in Mianyucun's life that he met Ye Wuchen. When he saw Ye Wuchen, he felt that this person was very attractive, so he hooked his chin and spoke in a doting tone that he didn't realize.

"Don't make trouble, I have something urgent to do today."

When I met him for the second time as Ai Ye, I felt that this person would never tire of looking at him, so I wanted to lean on him.

Ye Wuchen was patient with the child, his peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, tenderness overflowed from them, and he teased him with a smile, "You run to me every day, so the elders will be unhappy."

In this life, he still misses Ye Wuchen, but there is always an old pond around him to disturb his thoughts, even if he is just quietly accompanying him, he can always see some affection from that person's face.

Afterwards, his gender was revealed, and Gutang was at a loss for a while, and he doted on him with shame, but Ye Wuchen rarely appeared in his vision.

Slowly, fade away.

Gradually, it fell.

"Ye Wuchen took the medicine from Yuanyang Pavilion." Meihu raised her eyes, and under the dim light, the pattern on the other side that spread from her neck to her cheeks was even more bewitching.

"My medicine is strong, and it is specially used to treat those disobedient prostitutes. If you take one pill, no matter how noble you are in your bones, you will only beg others to fuck him."

When Meihu said this, his expression seemed to be unbearable, and when he finally saw Mo Yun who was furious on the opposite side, he still raised his eyebrows and smiled, counting the time with his fingers.

"When Your Majesty was talking to me, the medicine had penetrated into the meridians. Immortal Master, he probably found someone else and became his slave."

Meihu smiled lightly, watching Mo Yun's expression change.

I stopped Mo Yun before because he didn't want him to find out that Ye Wuchen had been drugged, and he didn't want to fulfill the good deeds of these two people.

But now that I think about it, who can stand such a strong medicine, Ye Wuchen will not be redeemed for a long time, and under his dim consciousness, he might find some cat or dog to solve it.

Every word was like an awl poisoned, piercing into the heart, Mo Yun's pupils shrank sharply, and he left this place without the slightest hesitation, and disappeared in a flash while holding the teleportation talisman.

What Mo Yun thinks in his heart is completely different from that of Meihu. He knows in his heart that Ye Wuchen is terrible at such things. It is hell to make him obey the medicine. sword.

Rushing into the Four Seasons Residence.

He stopped abruptly again.

As if afraid of alarming someone.

The room was not lit, the curtain on the left was dropped over the bed, a coat was hanging beside the bed, and the hem of the clothes was hanging on the floor, in the darkness, there was a low panting that was lightly weighed down.

Thirst overflowed from his throat, but was suppressed with all his strength, it sounded like the hypoglycemia of a trapped animal.

The person inside leaned against the head of the bed weakly, hiding in the dark, his eyes were slightly closed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, condensing the watery light.

The medicine blurred his vision and hearing, and the sudden sound of the door opening didn't bring him back to his senses. He leaned his forehead against the head of the bed, panting lightly.

The clothes were already messed up, and the exposed skin was covered with a thin layer of red, like rouge, and like sunset.

Suddenly saw a little golden light flashing in the darkness, Ye Wuchen moved lightly, Mo Yun could see clearly that it was he who bound his hands with the fairy lock rope, and because of some struggles, bloodshot eyes had already been strangled.

Subconsciously stepped forward to help him untie the rope, Ye Wuchen opened his watery eyes, didn't look at Mo Yun, and didn't even say anything, just took out another fairy lock rope and tied his hands with spiritual power.

The voice was hoarse and weak, "Stay away from me..."

"I can't help it now."

Ye Wuchen leaned against the head of the bed, the nails of one hand dug into the back of the other hand, because of the medicine, he didn't feel any pain at all.

"Master, it's me." Mo Yun said, a strange emotion burst out from his blood eyes, which was hidden in the darkness.

Hearing his voice, Ye Wuchen opened his eyes and looked over, probably couldn't see anything clearly in his hazy eyes, and leaned towards him a little bit at last.

"Now... what should I do?" He leaned on Mo Yun's shoulder instinctively, in a trance, he probably regarded him as a driftwood when he was drowning, and he didn't dare to let go of him once he grasped it tightly.

The medicine was eroding his sanity, but when he slightly raised his head to look at Mo Yun, he narrowed the distance, saw the man's face clearly, paused, then dodged again, shrank to the corner of the bed, leaned his head against the wall, dumbfounded He said in a low voice, "You go back first."

He put all his thoughts on resisting the nature of the drug, and the words he spoke in an orderly tone seemed to be begging for help, without any deterrent effect.

Although Ye Wuchen didn't know what he looked like now, he could vaguely sense how bad it was in his heart, so he closed his eyes, pressed his warm cheek against the cold wall, thinking that he could hide himself in this way.

But of course you can't hide.

Mo Yun hooked the fairy lock rope on his wrist to hook him over, first untied the rope, and looked at the bloodshot strangle marks on it, feeling distressed for a while.

Ye Wuchen lost his support and crashed into his arms.