Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Nightmare, a scoop of stardust that can't be seen, caught off guard and fell into deep darkness.

"woke up?"

"...Mmm." Ye Wuchen looked down at the hair hanging down his chest, and his eyes were glaringly white.

The smell of the medicine was bitter, and a bowl of soup medicine was handed in front of him. He paused, turned his head away calmly, and silently resisted.

"Your Majesty told me to watch you finish drinking." Feng Yunhe took his hand and handed the medicine bowl to him, his crimson pupils glanced at him neither salty nor weak.

"You..." He spat out a word, as if he wanted to say something, but there was no follow-up.

The temperature of the decoction was transmitted along the medicine bowl to the fingertips, Ye Wuchen held the bowl of medicine, his fingertips loosened suddenly, and all the warm decoction was sprinkled on the quilt covering his body.

Bitterness permeates.

"The immortal master is disobedient again." Meihu leaned against the door and spoke, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Ye Wuchen tightened his fingers suddenly when he heard this voice.

The system said that Mo Yun liked Meihu. Although he didn't believe it, Mo Yun's blackening value did increase after getting close to Meihu.

The system let him get close to Meihu.

But he doesn't want to.

Feng Yunhe, who was staring at him by the bed, suddenly got up, and said respectfully, "My lord."

Ye Wuchen looked down at the quilt soaked in the soup, and the nails hidden inside were dug into the palm of his hand, and he just stayed there without saying a word.

The air is still.

Suddenly a person walked up to the bed, scarlet color appeared in his vision, and he heard the system in his mind speak in an extremely cold tone.

"You know what to do?"

Ye Wuchen just lowered his head, the continuous low fever these days made his complexion not very good, his pale hair fell down his shoulders, making him even more depressed.

In the end, he said to the system: "Meihu will misunderstand."

The system didn't speak for a long time, and it seemed that it was so angry that it finally let out a vicious roar.

"Then let him misunderstand! Otherwise, how long do you want to stay here?! How long do you want to maintain this inhuman appearance!!!"

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, and gradually loosened his tightened fingers, but there was no other movement.

"Why don't you take medicine?" Meihu asked in his ear.

He was silent for a long time, and just shook his head slowly.

Only in this way can we leave, in this way can we go back, in this way can we get rid of the status quo... These words are repeated in my mind, instilled and hypnotized over and over again.

However, in this way, he only grabbed Meihu's hand, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

"...Me." He was silent, then lowered his voice, "I think, make the medicine myself."

Meihu blinked, and there was some doubt in her green eyes. She didn't understand until she saw Mo Yun's slightly frowning brows over there. He wanted to understand it in his heart, but he opened his mouth to clarify Ye Wuchen's meaning.

"Is the immortal master afraid to drink what His Majesty sent?" The corners of his mouth curled up, "You are still sick, let me help you get through it."

"No..." Ye Wuchen glanced at him, glanced at Mo Yun from the corner of his eye, and lowered his head, "Thank you."

He let go of Meihu's hand and said nothing more.

Meihu wanted to get up to make the medicine, but she paused inexplicably, stretched out her hand to brush the hair from Ye Wuchen's side, and met his Gujing Wubo's eyes.

"A few days ago..." He wanted to talk about the incident of drugging him a few days ago, Ye Wuchen moved an inch to the side inadvertently, and said lightly, "It's over."

When he left, Mo Yun stopped knocking on the edge of the table, looked up at Ye Wuchen, and said something unclear, "Don't you dare to drink the medicine I brought over? Are you afraid that I will poison you? But don't you want to die?" ?”

Ye Wuchen didn't answer.

"You did it on purpose." Mo Yun said, he was sitting in front of the square table, without unnecessary movements, looking at Ye Wuchen with confused eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions, but his eyes stayed on the quilt soaked in the soup superior.

His eyes flickering, he walked to the bed and summoned Guisha to pry the quilt away with the tip of his sword.

"Get up and change rooms."

Pulling the quilt to the side, Ye Wuchen looked at the dark sword, silent for a moment, without any movement, just raised his eyelids to stare at Mo Yun, still lifeless.

Mo Yun looked at him for a moment, then turned his face away silently, and put away Guisha, as if a light sigh escaped from his mouth.

"Did you put those exercises in the inn where I stayed when I was on a mission at the age of 15?"

Ye Wuchen paused, lowered his head and didn't look at him, Mo Yun closed his eyes, "Okay, then let me ask you, is someone coercing you?"

"The protagonist is seriously OOC due to the behavior of the host! Perform memory obscuration treatment! Please pull the plot back to the host as soon as possible!"

The last time I heard the words hazy memory was when Mo Yun was young.

At that time, Ye Wuchen inadvertently saw through the window that the young man covered in scars was frowning and studying a damaged book of exercises. The dim light made those wounds even more terrifying, which looked shocking.

He went back to his room, and according to the memory of the original owner, he struggled to find a few books of exercises, practiced for a few days based on the decent exercises he wrote down, and then thought of handing them over to Mo Yun.

But at that time in Zhiqing Peak, if he acted rashly, he would definitely be suspected, so he could only put away the things he had studied for several months in Liuyun Ring, like pearls covered in dust.

When Mo Yun was 15 years old, he accepted a mission in Liangzhou, and he happened to be invited by the sect there, so the two went to Liangzhou together pretending to be filial as a master and apprentice.

Xiao Yichun and several elders from Immortal Sword Sect also went with them, so they set off on the road in a carriage.

Ye Wuchen and Mo Yun were naturally in the same carriage.

The wheels were rolling and grinding on the mud and gravel. In an overly quiet environment, everything seemed so loud. Even the wind blowing open the curtains and grinning, it was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart.

Mo Yun sat on the side with his head down, crossed his fingers on his lap, and lowered his eyebrows.

When he got to the place, he saluted and said goodbye respectfully. Xiao Yichun originally wanted him to go to Liangzhou's sect to learn more about it, but he declined with a smile. Every gesture was perfectly handled.

Ye Wuchen watched the development of the plot from the side, and left after seeing that there was no problem.

But the fate is very strange, he just thinks that the banquet hosted by that sect is too vulgar, and when he came out to take a breather, he met Mo Yun who had just met Tang Wanfeng in a small inn.

Everything is in the plot, Ye Wuchen wanted to observe the development of the hero and heroine, so he found a corner and sat down, observing secretly.

Mo Yun had a bandage wrapped around his wrist, and he was communicating with Tang Wanfeng about something, probably about exorcising demons and suppressing evil.

But suddenly, when Mo Yun heard a certain word, his face changed a little, and he looked at Tang Wanfeng with some incomprehensible eyes, and finally he smiled and got up to leave.

Looks like it broke up badly.

Ye Wuchen felt a little strange, so he sat on the spot and brainstormed. Before he could turn the corner, there was a commotion over there. Someone accidentally stumbled and fell down from the upstairs.

The inn must have been in disrepair for a long time, and the railing upstairs was a bit unstable, Mo Yun fell down after lying on it for a while.

He was still injured, and he couldn't get up after such a fall.

The owner of the inn was afraid that he would be killed, so he found some people to send him back to the room, and even invited a doctor. After the incident, he promised the onlookers that he would fix the inn to perfection tomorrow.

Ye Wuchen didn't want to rush into this muddy water after listening to passers-by's retelling, but he thought, those doctors hired by the innkeeper were all folk doctors, and they probably could only treat some flesh wounds.

He sat on the spot and fell silent, sighed, stepped upstairs, and knocked on the room that Mo Yun had booked.

Several doctors were bandaging him, the young man closed his eyes, probably in a coma.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"His father."

After Ye Wuchen dismissed the doctor, he walked to the bed, swept the boy's muscles and bones with his wood spirit power, and placed a bottle of pills on the table. Finally, he found the exercises that he had controlled for many years from Liuyun Ring. , placed on the boy's bedside.

Turning back to the doctors, he said, "Give him three pills, and say that a man named Tang Wanfeng gave it to him."

He looked at those people, and appropriately released some coercion so that they would not have any bad thoughts about those things, and then walked away.

However, as soon as he walked out of the inn, the system in his mind gave a cold reminder.

"The protagonist is seriously OOC, and the protagonist will be dealt with with memory blurring. Please follow the plot carefully and don't do unnecessary actions."

It was so then, and it is now.

Mo Yun's expression was blank for a moment, then he frowned, rubbed the center of his brows and continued to say what he hadn't finished, "I saw you upstairs and heard your voice."

Hazy memory Ye Wuchen heard the system explain that it blurred a certain memory so that the person concerned would no longer recall what happened in that memory, but Mo Yun remembered it.

Mo Yun frowned deeply, and his blood-red eyes became darker.

"...I don't think you are like this."

"The memory of the protagonist is being dealt with, please reflect on what the host has done during this time!"

The system opened its mouth viciously, but did not receive an electric shock. There was a deep mark between the young man's brows, and he was still trying his best to remember and grasp those forgotten details as much as possible.

"You are not like this..."

"Ye Wuchen, if you make the protagonist suspicious at all, you will never go back, and you will stay in this ghost place forever, forever!!!"

Surrounded by two voices, pushing and pulling, the front is full of thorns, and the back is the abyss. If you go back, there will be no bones left, and if you go forward, you will be covered with bruises.

There was no way for him to retreat, and Mo Yun behind him couldn't catch him.

He can only move forward, being pushed by the system, stepping on the thorns all over the ground, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

"sorry."

He got up and got out of bed, held Mo Yun's hand holding the sword, his white hair fell down, but his eyes were scarlet.

"I told you to kill me a long time ago."

He wanted to stab through the chest with a sword, but Gui Sha was controlled by an inch. Mo Yun blushed furiously, staring at Gui Sha, who was in flesh and blood, and swept straight over Ye Wuchen, who had a calm face.

The tone was completely different from just now, it was almost furious, but also hidden deep disbelief.

"Do you want to die that much?!"

Blood stained the skirt of the clothes and pierced into the eyes.

Ye Wuchen looked up at him, all solemnly said, "Well, I want to die."

The dead man's eyes pierced his heart like a needle, and Mo Yun's breathing was like a huge boulder weighing a thousand catties, every breath was so deadly.

"But I don't want you to die."

He suppressed it for too long, causing his words to choke up a little. The dull syllables in his throat are like a dry well for thousands of years, sealing all his emotions inside and seeing no light.

He pursued the truth, and for four years, everything about Ye Wuchen seemed so unbelievable. He tried hard to find it, but he never thought that it didn't belong to this world.

His strength is already at the top in the world, but he can't find any flaws when he looks down, like looking for a needle in a haystack, but what he is looking for is not a needle, he is looking for the real Ye Wuchen from all the unsatisfactory appearances.

He got it.

Ye Wuchen looked at him, his eyes were a little moved, the ice on the top was cracked, and there were visible emotions flowing inside, the distress that he dared not reveal on weekdays.

The blood is still flowing.

The ghost stays.

The thin clothes were stained red, piercing deeply into the eyes, and his face was as pale as frost and snow. It was pain, illness, and helpless despair.

"I'm sorry, I wish I hadn't done that."

"...Master?"

"The protagonist is seriously OOC! Please bring the plot back to the host as soon as possible! Otherwise, the punishment will be lowered!"

But what he tried so hard to find was gone.

Those details of his kindness to him, those actions that allowed him to guess the answer are gradually disappearing, blurred and hazy, everything is covered with a layer of black veil, and discarded in a dark corner.

What he found after stumbling for several years, disappeared again.

There is only one heart that still remains doubtful.

The sudden sound of the door opening sounded, Ye Wuchen looked down at the ghost piercing into the flesh, silently took a step forward, but failed.

Mo Yun raised his eyes, lightly pulled away from Guisha, wiped the blood on them, and collected them into the spiritual space.

"I don't want to kill you yet."

"Immortal Master?!" Meihu was holding the medicine, with a surprised expression, frowning and looking at Mo Yun who was sitting at the table again, with a hint of sarcasm, "His Majesty is really a gentleman when you do something to a patient. "

Mo Yun glanced at him, his pupils were piercingly cold, his eyes fell on the bowl of steaming soup, in the end he didn't do anything, didn't say much, and said to Feng Yunhe who was pretending to be the background: "Take care of him."

Then got up and left.

The system's belated punishment came down, Ye Wuchen fell back on the bed, stopped Feng Yunhe and his two actions, neither treated their injuries nor took medicine, endured the punishment silently, and lay down in another room.

Meihu sat by the bed, holding a bowl of medicine and a spoon, as if she wanted to feed him.

Ye Wuchen looked down at the wound, and bandaged it up under Feng Yunhe's supervision. During this period, he wanted to move his hands and feet, but was stopped by Meihu.

"...I'm using you." Ye Wuchen said suddenly, Meihu stopped stirring the soup and smiled, "The words of the immortal master are too hurtful."

"Ah."

Meihu raised his eyelids to look at him, his blue eyes were faint, and after a long silence, he smiled, "Then make more use of it."

Ye Wuchen looked at him, and finally turned his head away, "Don't believe me, I'm really using you."

"Use me for what?" Meihu looked at the medicine juice in the bowl with a smile, and laughed all over her face, "What kind of use can make the immortal master approach me independently?"

"I did not mean."

"But Your Majesty misunderstood." Meihu suddenly put away her teasing tone, glanced at Feng Yunhe who was standing beside her, and said in a soft tone, "Oh, let's continue this drama, the fairy master can also pretend If the play is really done, if you get angry with him, no one will bother you."

Ye Wuchen saw that his face was arrogant, full of dissatisfaction with Mo Yun, and his fingers hidden in the quilt gathered a little.

Maybe the system is telling the truth.

Maybe Mo Yun really has feelings for Meihu, or maybe Meihu approached him because he wanted to reject Mo Yun.