Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

[The recovery rate of the host's memory is 80.00% five, the value of the protagonist's heart rate rises to 70.00%, and the value of fear is zero. Eliminate this data, and the value of guilt is [-]%]

[Temporarily keep the progress of the protagonist Raiders secret]

When Ye Wuchen was not paying attention, the system immediately reported the task situation, and then pretended to be dumb.

Ye Wuchen had already returned to Four Seasons Residence at this time, lying on the rattan chair and watching the snow falling under the leaden sky outside, he frowned slightly when he heard the reminder sound in his mind.

"...Let me ask, it's obviously my strategy to attack the protagonist, why is my heartbeat value for him calculated?"

[It is the above requirement]

"Then why keep the progress of the strategy secret?"

【The host please don't ask these things that embarrass the system】

Ye Wuchen remained silent, before saying for a long time: "Then is there any reminder for me to complete the strategy?"

【No】

He blinked and clicked his tongue, "When can I go back to Xianjianmen?"

[After the plot task is over, a special reminder, the plot revolves around the protagonist, which may not be the plot that the host knows]

Well, it's the same as saying nothing, Ye Wuchen can only continue to lie on the rattan chair, close his eyes, and enjoy the quietness alone.

How comfortable it is here is how serious it is on the other side.

Sitting in front of the case, Mo Yun looked down at the wound, and pulled the blood-stained clothes that stuck to his skin, feeling a burst of tearing pain.

"..."

If master is jealous, it will cost people's lives.

He kept the injury, propped his chin on the table, and said to Meihu: "Regarding the matter of world reset, the Lord God is acquiescing, but I didn't expect that there are missing systems and hosts outside."

Before he went back in time, Meihu was still in this plane, so his memory was lost, and he even forgot his identity as the host. willing to go.

"Oh?" Meihu raised her eyelids, covered the wound on her waist that was injured by Gui Sha, spontaneously stopped the bleeding, and stood there lazily, "You mean that I was forgotten by the space, so why do I still want to go back?"

He leaned against the window, lazily tilted his head and looked at the snow outside the window, with contempt in his eyes.

"Your system is not connected to the system space, so there is no way to receive the signal to reset the plane." Mo Yun didn't look at him, his eyes swept over other small wounds on his body, and the content of his words hit the red heart, "Feng Yunhe has already returned to the system space to return, you have to go if you don't want to."

Meihu sneered, leaning on the window lattice with both hands, turned over and jumped into the sea of ​​snow, a lonely umbrella was opened in the snow, the bewitching red color was like a falling plum in the snow.

The love of his two lives fell here, the previous life was annihilated, but the current life has no fate.

She has traveled all over the world with a red umbrella and seen all kinds of attitudes of people in the world, how could she be so easily bound by the net of love.

In fact, each host bound by the system must have an indelible obsession in his heart. He has lived in another world for thousands of years, but his obsession is very vulgar - he wants to find a love that will never change until death.

Unswerving until death, unswerving until death.

It's a pity he's stupid.

It's his destiny, the lone star of Tiansha.

The clouds and rain in the bed tent were churning, and he had seen all kinds of beauties on his bed, but none of them could win his heart. He finally tasted love in this world, but he couldn't get a share of it.

Feng Yunhe's movements were quick, and he left this plane within a few quarters of an hour.

"Hey, what's the next mission?"

"...No, the mission is completed, why haven't you untied me yet?"

"Hmph, the Lord God said, my obsession has not disappeared, so we have to stay tied up."

Outside the system space, Feng Yunhe stared speechlessly at the touch of red in his sight, and sighed long, "This task has been completed, report your wish, and I'll see if I can solve it for you." gone."

"Ah! I will have a wish after the task is completed." Meihu suddenly remembered this, and a sly light flashed in his eyes, "Then I want to go back! I want to settle in that plane."

Feng Yunhe pursed his lips, "Actually, you can make a wish for a lover, and it can be done in the system space."

Meihu glanced at him and snorted softly, "You don't understand the thrill of hunting."

Feng Yunhe: "..."

The host he just brought up has to be brought back to him, so fucking tired.

Since Yirenyitong was still bound, Feng Yunhe could only accompany him down, and the task he received was to repair the error in this plane caused by the two of them.

It is atonement.

Although Mo Yun had figured this out, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he saw Meihu reappear in front of his eyes, and when he saw Feng Yunhe who came down with him, veins popped up on his forehead.

"Why are you down again?"

Then what's the matter with him spending so much effort to get this system back.

Feng Yunhe's complexion was not very good, but he still replied respectfully, "His obsession is still there, and I can't untie him. This trip is to repair the errors that occurred in the plane."

Meihu's expression was as usual, with a pair of charming eyes that flowed with blue waves, she smiled softly and artificially covered her lips, wrapped her slender fingers around her waist, and saluted slightly.

"It's new here, please give me some advice."

Mo Yun rubbed his forehead, looked at Feng Yunhe, and began to avenge his personal revenge, "There are many gaps in the plane, let him fix them, don't leave anything behind, otherwise I will let the system space cancel his wish."

This world is quite big, and the process of restoring the plane is boring and long. Meihu rolled her eyes, curled her lips, stepped into the snow with a red umbrella, feeling very happy.

"I just came back. Anyway, those little problems are harmless, and it's not too late to fix them later."

Feng Yunhe looked at Mo Yun, who was smiling ambiguously, took a deep breath, and said seriously, "Don't worry, my lord, my subordinates will take good care of him and never let him get close to Immortal Master Ye."

"If there was one time, I wouldn't bother to keep him."

Feng Yunhe paused, responded in a low voice, then retreated respectfully, and chased after him with a dark face.

There is no way, Meihu's obsession and wish are not unreasonable things, since the system space is connected, he has to be responsible to the end, so as the system that binds him, Feng Yunhe has to suffer from the boredom of this unscrupulous host. deficit.

Mo Yun casually applied some medicine on the wound, and went to look for Ye Wuchen.

The bamboo forest was rustling, the sky was full of frost and snow, Ye Wuchen was lying on the wicker chair, with several layers of barriers to protect against the cold, closed his eyes defenselessly, lay there like a big cat, and fell asleep.

The moon white gown on her body seemed to be covered with snow, covered with a layer of gauze that seemed to flow, with a warm temperament, sleeping peacefully in the snowstorm all over the sky, like a bright moon in her arms, heaven and earth.

No matter what kind of posture this person presents in the world, he has a unique temperament.

As the cold wind howled, Mo Yun held back his desire to be a hooligan and sat down at the stone table next to him, letting the system report the current situation.

In the end, he started to wonder, "Does Master like me more every time I go to bed?"

system:"……"

He felt that the main god would be beaten.

The main god, who might be beaten up, lay on the table with a smirk, his handsome face buried in his arms, his red pupils soaked in a sweet color, like candied haws sold on the street, soaked in syrup.

His head was full of Ye Wuchen's words, and sweetness suddenly penetrated into his heart, his eyes were bright, stained with the color of snow.

Both worlds are for you.

It turned out not to be wishful thinking.

Sweet ripples appeared in Mo Yun's heart, and suddenly he felt a fishy sweetness welling up in his throat. He stared at the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth on the stone table, and pursed his lips.

The master was jealous and caused him internal injuries.

When Ye Wuchen woke up, he was covered with a thin blanket, and he twisted up a corner of the blanket, thinking that some idiot covered him with a quilt inside the barrier to keep out the cold.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a black color in front of the bamboo forest, he paused, and put the thin blanket on the wicker chair.

Forget it, the cub I raised is just stupid.

Walking behind Mo Yun, he wanted to see what he was doing in front of the bamboo forest, but before he could see clearly, the man suddenly fell backwards, caught off guard.

"Master, it hurts." Mo Yun looked up at him, hiding in his barrier against the cold, with the snow from the outside still sticking to his eyelashes.

As he got closer, he smelled a faint smell of blood, Ye Wuchen blinked slowly, and carried him into the room.

The attack that he received firmly hurt his ribs, and his spiritual power penetrated his internal organs. Although he knew that Mo Yun did not heal on purpose and left it to himself, he still frowned and applied medicine to him, using clumsy methods to treat him. Bandage.

During the period, he couldn't control his strength well, and Mo Yun burst into tears from the pain.

Ye Wuchen glanced at him and seemed to be smiling, "It hurts?"

Mo Yun nodded hastily, but the other party intensified, and his tactics became more serious.

"Master, Master, Master, Master!!!"

"Why don't you feel pain when you leave this wound on your body?" Ye Wuchen bandaged him up, and began to search for a medicine for internal injuries in Xanadu, and when he found it, he stuffed one in, blocking his Howling ghosts and howling wolves.

Mo Yun pretended to be pitiful but was abused by the other party, so he simply exposed his nature and picked up the man who wanted to leave after the bandage, and whispered to each other, "It's better for Master to mess around and chop me up without saying a word. I dare not resist."

The earlobe was bitten, Ye Wuchen paused, silent for a moment, speaking abruptly, "What's going on here?"

Mo Yun: "Huh?"

Ye Wuchen had just figured out his own psychological journey, and finally stepped out of his own circle and began to accept others, but when he turned around, he found that he also kissed and slept on the bed, so it was almost a kiss.

Ye Xianshi, who was in love for the first time, couldn't understand why it developed so quickly, obviously he just fell in love.

So Ye Wuchen always feels that his life is so mysterious. There is a source.

Because of being too obsessed with thinking, Mo Yun started to play hooligans, and Ye Wuchen was slow to react for a long time, so he attacked his wound without saying a word.

"Hmm..." Mo Yun covered his wound and looked at him, his tongue was extremely sharp, "Master, I think you lied to me when you said you love me."

Ye Wuchen was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously retorted: "Did I say it?"

Mo Yun thought for a while, then answered: "Master has said it."

"No."

"Master doesn't love me?"

"..." Ye Wuchen faced Mo Yun, who was eager and thirsty, and walked to the side silently to prevent him from making a surprise attack, and then he was particularly uncomfortable, "No, no."

What he said was cryptic, and Mo Yun insisted on prying his mouth open, "Do you love me or not?"

After Shen Ling for a moment, Ye Wuchen began to bite his nails, "Yeah."

This is a bit hesitant than admitting when anger comes to mind, as if wanting to save face while letting the person on the other side know his intentions, he speaks very lightly, and the tips of his ears turn red.

"Master loves me?"

Mo Yun sat on the bed and looked at him with a smile on his lips.

Looking into his eager eyes again, and knowing what answer he wanted, Ye Wuchen seemed to compromise, so he had no choice but to go along with him, "I love you...don't ask."

Mo Yun didn't want to, so he was about to ask, sweet bubbles appeared in his heart, and his voice was soaked so clean, "Who loves me?"

"Ye Wuchen."

"Love who?"

"……you."

"who am I?"

"go to hell."

Ye Wuchen was annoyed, picked up the teapot in front of the table and threw it over, it happened to hit his bandaged wound, and Mo Yun started to behave miserably again.

Ye Wuchen was speechless to this little bastard.

At night, the moon and stars are sparse, and the bright moon is burning.

Ye Wuchen came out of the shower as usual, sat at the table to wipe his wet hair, suddenly felt sleepy, almost knocked his head on the table, Mo Yun helped him in time.

"Thank you." Ye Wuchen narrowed his eyes and continued to wipe his hair.

Behind him, Mo Yun took the handkerchief in his hand, and steamed it dry with spiritual power silently from the root to the end of the hair.

"Is Master very sleepy?"

"It's okay." Ye Wuchen waited for him to finish wiping his hair, then got up and walked to the bed, sleeping on the outside.

Mo Yun looked at him with dark eyes, and suddenly said: "Master, I think..."

Ye Wuchen was very vigilant, and immediately blocked what he was about to say, "No, you don't want to."

"Master also said that he loves me, and won't let me go to bed."

Although he said it so aggrieved, his actions were very bold and presumptuous. He intentionally stood on top of Ye Wuchen and stole a scent on his face before rolling over to the inner side of the bed, crawling under the quilt and rubbing against him. Beside, the word hooligan is interpreted to the extreme.

Ye Wuchen still had the scent of soap locust on his body, faintly lingering around the tip of his nose, and he grabbed the person and pressed him into his arms, his hair like splashed ink was like silk on his fingertips, passing smoothly through the gap between his fingers.

The body is separated by two thin layers of cloth, and they are tightly attached to each other, but Mo Yun is the only one who suffers.

"Master, I..."

"you dare."

Mo Yun really dared, (swallowed)

The body is attached, the two layers of fabric obviously can't block anything, (swallowed)

There will be no good results if you don't listen to Master's words, for example, he was given another medicine.

Mo Yun's eyes widened in an instant, and the blood in his pupils glistened in the dark night, and he immediately choked up, but he spoke very seriously, saying something very serious in a serious tone.

"Master, I feel like I've been castrated."

"Good, go to sleep."

Ye Wuchen patted his head and closed his eyes in peace.

Mo Yun obviously couldn't fall asleep, sobbing and grabbing Ye Wuchen's lapel, feeling extremely wronged.

In the middle of the night, the soft sobbing finally stopped, the red eyes opened, and the wet eyelashes were raised, looking at the person who had already fallen asleep by the candlelight that was about to burn out in the room.

As if thinking of something, his eyes suddenly dimmed again, and his voice was hoarse after crying.

"Master, how long will you love me..."