Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

In the dark night, a solitary lamp was raised, the candle flame flickered, and the hanging bed curtain could not let much light through. Ye Wuchen opened his eyes in the twilight, leaning on the man instinctively.

The body became scorching hot due to the medicine, and his mind began to blur. A layer of sweat oozed from the skin soaked a thin shirt.

He couldn't see the restlessness in Mo Yun's eyes, the crimson inside was getting deeper, suppressing the churning waves underneath.

He suddenly said, "Let me help Master."

"...!"

Although there is not much sanity left, it seems that he is still not ashamed of such a touch, Ye Wuchen dodges subconsciously, with too much force, he almost hit the bed beam.

"No." He turned his face, "No, you go back, go back first."

Mo Yun didn't force him, but just asked: "Then what does Master plan to do?"

Because his emotions and desires were sealed off, his actions that seemed ordinary to others seemed to him to be haunted by evil spirits.

Ye Wuchen would not obey, he would only torture himself.

Mo Yun knew this very well, "Is this how it is?"

Ye Wuchen didn't speak, suppressing the turbulent heat in his body had taken his boss's thoughts, he opened his eyes and closed them again, his brows were furrowed, he really planned to survive.

"Hey, be obedient." He grabbed his collar and said with the last sliver of reason, "Go back."

"I'm disobedient." Mo Yun grabbed him from the corner and guided him, "I won't do anything unnecessary, I'll leave after helping the master, okay?"

He didn't get an answer, but seeing him pick up the fairy lock rope on the bed and intend to tie his hands, Mo Yun frowned, pulled the rope and pressed him into his arms.

But no matter what he could do, Mo Yun suddenly thought of Meihu's words.

"No matter how noble a person is, he will only beg others to love him."

...removed here...

In a trance, Ye Wuchen seemed to think of another similar voice in his mind.

It's just that that voice is more restrained, forbearing, and indifferent than the current one that is lingering with love, which makes people feel distressed.

A picture crashed into my mind, the bitter smell of the medicine, the feverish body, Mo Yun sat in the middle of the four seasons, staring indifferently at the soup on the table, paused for a long time, as if he was talking to himself, "This medicine is a bit bitter. "

He glanced at the collapsed bed over there, got up suddenly, and went outside to bring a plate of candied fruit.

Ye Wuchen contracted a cold that day, and was lying on the bed weakly, his white hair was scattered, and his face was extremely pale.

After pondering for a moment, Mo Yun helped him up, saw that he opened his eyes, and brought the bowl of medicine in front of him, asking him to hold the bowl of medicine that looked bitter.

"You are sick, take medicine." He said, "...don't die."

When Ye Wuchen heard the last three words, the hand holding the bowl suddenly tilted, and a little medicine juice was poured out, but was held steady by Mo Yun again. He frowned deeply, found a spoon to scoop up some soup medicine, and stuffed it forcefully. To Ye Wuchen's mouth.

"If you don't allow me to cure you with spiritual power, then drink the medicine obediently."

"The protagonist is seriously OOC, please host..."

The sound of the system stopped abruptly, as has always been the case recently, and suddenly there was no sound, and the only thing that could be heard was Mo Yun's words, "If you are afraid of hardship, I brought candied fruit, eat it by yourself later."

After Mo Yun finished feeding the bowl of medicine, he wanted to leave, but inexplicably stopped where he was, and looked back at him.

"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable." He was silent for a moment, and then added another sentence, "You are not allowed to seek death."

……

After seeing the clouds and rosy clouds, it is already three poles in the sun.

The morning light shone through the window, and some cups of tea on the table were steaming, Ye Wuchen opened his eyes drowsily, moved his fingers, looked at the top of the bed, and was speechless for a moment.

"..."

It took him a while to figure out what was going on, he closed his eyes, and covered himself in the quilt silently.

The body is very clean, even the bed has been replaced with a new one, it must have been taken care of.

Ye Wuchen thought, and pulled the quilt over his head again, unwilling to come out even if he was beaten to death.

Just suffocate him.

His life experience is always so mysterious.

A few days ago, I finally let go of the grudge in my heart and was willing to give it a try, but I ended up having sex with her within a few days. This speed is really fast enough.

Or pester others by themselves.

The more Ye Wuchen thought about it, the more panicked he became, wishing he could die on the spot.

He woke up very late, so he didn't see Mo Yun who just woke up recalling last night with a shy face and didn't know where to put his hands and feet. respect.

"Master is awake." He smiled with affection in his eyes, "Are you okay?"

"..." Ye Wuchen just got out of the quilt when he heard this sentence, and then got in again.

let him die.

Mo Yun laughed, got up and walked out the door, wanting to go to the small kitchen to see if the porridge in the pot was ready, but just as he stepped out of the door, a ball of light appeared next to him.

[Heart rate rises to 20.00% five]

He paused, "When?"

The system replied: "The time display is last night, I hibernated, and only detected the data today."

Mo Yun thought for a while, shamelessly leaned on the door frame, and smiled at Ye Wuchen who had just poked his head out of the bed, "Master, shall we come again tonight?"

Ye Wuchen turned his head and looked at this daring apprentice, "Go to hell."

Mo Yun backed out of the door again, concluding as he walked, "It's not an artificial feeling."

system:"……"

When he returned to the room, he saw Ye Wuchen sitting on the bedside with disheveled hair doubting his life. He heard the door opening and footsteps, and he grabbed the quilt and covered his head again.

It is estimated that there is no face to see people.

Mo Yun lifted his quilt, Ye Wuchen glanced at him, his eyes fell on the bowl of porridge in his hand, brought it over in silence, took a few mouthfuls casually, then returned it to him, and then pulled it away again The quilt covers itself.

"Master." Mo Yun got under the quilt and met his eyes, a little aggrieved, "Tell me that you don't blame me."

Ye Wuchen turned his face away, not wanting to discuss what happened yesterday with him.

too suddenly.

He finally tried to see if he could accept it, and then slept with him. How should he face Mo Yun now.

"Master?"

"Master—"

"Master..."

The increasingly cautious voice forced Ye Wuchen to open his mouth to explain, "It's not your fault."

He pursed his lips, lifted the quilt and wanted to get up to breathe, but he almost knelt down as soon as his feet stood on the ground. Mo Yun supported his waist from behind, and he felt a bit sore from the muscles in his waist.

Ye Wuchen sat on the bed and stared at Mo Yun expressionlessly.

Mo Yun showed a sweet smile, and coaxed him into bed, "Master, rest for a while."

He pinched his earlobe and took off the drop pendant around his neck. The drop pendant was made of ruby ​​with gold trim on the outside. It was given to him by Ye Wuchen when he was in the Xianqi School, and a peach blossom garden was built inside.

"I added some things in it, Master, you can go in and play if you're bored."

Ye Wuchen looked at the drop pendant in his hand, threw it on his face without saying a word, turned over and stopped looking at him.

He remembered that yesterday the medicine was clearly gone, and this brat was pestering him to do it again, and he didn't know when he got it.

Mo Yun stared at the person who stuffed himself completely under the quilt, feeling like he couldn't be coaxed back no matter how hard he tried.

But like this, Ye Wuchen was too busy annoying him, and had no time to be depressed during the period when he was under the control of drugs.

In other words, is it too ruthless?

He grabbed the drop pendant and placed it on Ye Wuchen's bedside. When he was about to leave, he thought of something, turned back to the bedside, lifted his quilt and spoke in his ear.

"Master, if it still hurts, please tell me, and I will help you with the medicine."

"...you go away!"

Mo Yunle walked away briskly.

Feng Yunhe's mansion has always been solemn and deserted, and the few people who pass by casually live in the same family as his own family members, with stern faces without any expression, like sculptures.

Walking through the winding corridors and knocking on the door painted mahogany, when Feng Yunhe saw him, some strange emotions flashed across his face, but he still said calmly and respectfully: "What is your majesty looking for from this subordinate?" thing?"

"There's nothing to do, let's see what you're doing."

Mo Yun knocked on the door frame, looking in a good mood, "Come out and chat, your room is too boring."

"Yes."

Feng Yunhe has always been respectful and respectful, and he seems to be loyal without the slightest mistake.

Walking out of the promenade and stepping on a gravel road, the rockery and green plants next to it are very eye-catching, and the lead-gray sky in the distance is always gloomy, sinking black and heavy, making people breathless.

Feng Yunhe followed behind him, but seeing that he had no intention of stopping, he asked involuntarily, "What is Your Majesty looking for?"

"no."

"Then why did you turn around in my mansion?"

"It's my first time here, I don't know where to go, so I just walk around."

Feng Yunhe stopped to look at his back, and said: "If your lord wants to discuss matters, you can go to the main hall of my residence."

Mo Yun lowered his head and smiled, "Okay, let's lead the way."

There was still a distance from the main hall, Feng Yunhe retreated from the servants, and led the way in front of him, without saying a word, very respectful.

Mo Yun walked behind him, observing this man's human-like system, then caressed the railing of the corridor, and walked to his side.

"What have you been doing lately?" He asked casually.

Feng Yunhe said: "Recently, we are strengthening the external defense of the Demon Realm."

He said, thought carefully, and continued, "Your Majesty brought back Immortal Master Ye a few months ago, but there was no movement from the Immortal Master's Gate, and my subordinates are afraid of their surprise attack."

"There's no need to worry about this." Mo Yun turned the corner, glanced at Feng Yunhe, and chuckled, "I'm not the imprisoned master, and he's still in touch with Immortal Sword Sect. With him around, there won't be a fight. "

Indeed, Mo Yun's methods of managing the demon world are all seen by Ye Wuchen, and he knows clearly whether it is harmful or not.

And everyone said that Ye Wuchen was imprisoned in the Demon Realm, but in essence, he just changed places to supervise Mo Yun, and was only occasionally molested.

When he reached the main hall, Mo Yun found a seat at random and sat down. He picked up the tea brought up by the servant next to him, and took a sip. His blood-red eyes were slightly bent, looking straight at Feng Yunhe.

Feng Yunhe didn't sit down, but stood aside with his head bowed. He thanked Mo Yun only after Mo Yun let him sit down, and sat across from him.

"What is there to discuss with me, Your Majesty?"

Mo Yun let out a long sigh, and put down his teacup lightly, "I don't want to be this demon king anymore. I was actually quite happy when I heard that Meihu wanted to usurp the throne. I thought I might as well give him this seat, so that I can take the throne with me." Master has gone away at ease."

After he finished speaking flatly, his expression was still yearning, then he squinted his eyes and smiled at Feng Yunhe, "You think so?"

Feng Yunhe stood up from the chair, knelt down on one knee, and knocked his knee on the ground with a muffled sound.

"No way, Meihu was just joking that day, Your Majesty, don't take it seriously!"

"Don't panic, I'm just saying that." Mo Yun snapped his knuckles, put them lightly on his lap, paused, and said unexpectedly: "I just want to know, how long are you going to pretend? "

He smiled, with the corners of his mouth raised, and he looked a bit obedient, but the words he said sounded like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

"I hinted at you two a few days ago, and Meihu also made it clear to me, why are you pretending to be here with me calmly?"

"It's been a long time, and I don't believe that Meihu didn't come to tell you."

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew and closed the main hall door with a loud bang.

Feng Yunhe was still kneeling on one knee, raised his head slightly, his crimson eyes were shining with a strange light, finally, he patted the hem of his clothes, and at this moment he could still ask in that respectful tone: "How does your lord know of?"

Mo Yun didn't answer, and made a gesture of invitation, "Sit down and chat."

Feng Yunhe stared at him for a moment, sat down opposite him, and said in a statement tone: "Please don't give the position of Demon Lord to Meihu."

"Huh? Why?"

Feng Yunhe looked at him and saw that he was narrow-minded. He couldn't tell whether he really didn't know or pretended not to know. He lowered his head and said in a flat voice, "Your Majesty, don't you know?"

"I don't know." Mo Yun was very honest.

His position as Demon Lord is very ordinary, but he heard what Feng Yunhe said that day, this position will trap Meihu and make him unable to leave this plane, he has never heard of such a statement.

Feng Yunhe seemed to be thinking about whether to tell the reason, but he froze for a long time and did not speak again.

"Do you want to take Meihu away?" Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Mo Yun threw out the introduction.

Feng Yunhe seemed a little stunned, and opened his mouth without much reaction.

"How much do you know?"

"The main god, the plane, the system space—I know everything you know, and maybe I know a little about what you don't know."

Feng Yunhe was silent, he was slower than Meihu to accept, he raised his head after a while, but asked again, "Are you from this world?"

"Yes."

He looked at the smiling Mo Yun, and sighed softly as if he had figured out something.

"You are the target of his attack, Son of Destiny, if he takes your things, it will directly lead to the failure of the mission, and he will be punished by the system space."

"Ye Wuchen is also mine."

When Mo Yun thought about Meihu drugging Ye Wuchen yesterday, he almost blurted out.

Feng Yunhe glanced at him, "I mean material."

As the main god, Mo Yun has never heard too much about the target of the attack, which will lead to the failure of the mission. After thinking about it, he thinks that those rigid systems think that he can only break through the secrets if he sits on the position of the demon king. Lord God space.

Turning over this article, he looked at the system opposite, "How many years have you been out of the system space?"

"I left the plane just a year ago." Feng Yunhe said slowly, "Otherwise, Meihu wouldn't have created that kind of kung fu to disturb the plane."