Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

It was not easy to erase the contract imprint on the soul. It took five days and five nights. During this period, Ye Wuchen replenished the Qingshen Pill several times, and only half of the previously full medicine bottle was left.

Luo Qingyu needs to strip her soul, endure the pain of spiritual power sweeping through her soul, and trust Ye Wuchen wholeheartedly.

With her soul returning to her body, she couldn't hide her pale face, but she still said to Ye Wuchen dignifiedly, "This time, thank you Immortal Master Ye."

Ye Wuchen shook his head, he had consumed too much spiritual power these days, and the Qingshen Pill could not make it up, he sat on the ground and relaxed, and then got up like a normal person: "It's okay."

Luo Qingyu was busy modifying the house rules, bid farewell to Ye Wuchen and went out, Ye Wuchen stood there, suddenly thought of something, so he chased out the door and told Luo Qingyu not to use spiritual power these days.

Then, he met Mo Yun.

Luo Qingyu had already left the place, leaving Ye Wuchen and his apprentice standing one by one and sitting by the other.

The standing one dared not move, and the sitting one couldn't get up.

The scene was as quiet as a chicken for a moment.

Ye Wuchen licked his dry lips subconsciously, and in his head were the three words "Mo Yun'er" that he just said.

He looked around with a pair of water-soaked eyes, flustered like a deer caught in a thief's net, as if he was about to run away as soon as he found the right time.

In the end, those beautiful eyes fell on the young man for a moment, and Ye Wuchen stepped back cautiously.

Just at this time, Mo Yun's legs and feet had already eased, he got up with support, took a step towards Ye Wuchen, and called out tentatively: "Master."

Carefully approaching a frightened cat.

Ye Wuchen was shivered by his shout, and quickly backed away in fright, gently holding the door frame with his pale fingers, and spontaneously formed an enchantment of flowing clouds, white mist, and light.

Mo Yun only took a step forward, Ye Wuchen looked like this, he froze in place, with two thick eyelashes hanging down, his heart was filled with panic.

"Master, don't be afraid, I can't hurt you now." Mo Yun looked down at his red skirt embroidered with curly grass patterns, and added: "I won't hurt you, if you don't like me, then I will hurt you." not close to you..."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes, his dark eyes were full of Ye Wuchen's figure.He stared at it for a long time, and waited for a long time, but he still couldn't suppress the choked sobs in his throat.

"Master, can I...can I go to your side?"

Ye Wuchen was stunned, looking at the tears in the young man's eyes in bewilderment, and there was a blind sound in his ear.

"The protagonist's blackening value... 50.00% five..."

"Why the hell are you awake again!"

In his mind, the little white ball was arguing with the "stick to the plot" system, and it took a while to stop, and the little white ball said out of breath, "Don't believe his nonsense."

But Ye Wuchen didn't know who to trust.

Do you believe in the illusory string of blackening values, or do you believe in Mo Yun who has never hurt himself before his eyes?

He didn't understand.

He relied on the blackening value, so he always thought that Mo Yun was acting. He had been wary of this young man from the very beginning, and he regarded Mo Yun as the protagonist who had been blackened in his writing, as the devil who was destined to kill him.

But the protagonist, who was supposed to be all-powerful, now stands in front of him obediently, begging to be close to him.

The large gap made him a little irritable.

Mo Yun sniffed his nose, lowered his head to wipe away the tears overflowing from his eyes, raised his head with a childish smile: "Master, can't you?"

Ye Wuchen lowered his head, a little dizzy, couldn't hear what Mo Yun was saying, only felt the noise in his ears, and his head was dizzy.Probably because the effect of the Qingshen Pill had worn off, his thinking was a little stagnant, and the barriers all over his body disappeared.

He stared at Mo Yun's smiling face, leaned weakly against the door frame, closed his eyes, and didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't move, Mo Yun took a step forward cautiously and tentatively. Ye Wuchen still didn't move. He stared at Ye Wuchen's face and took a slow step.

He counted the steps in his heart, and his heart was beating fast, as if he was not stepping on a wooden floor, but a sharp iron sheet.

At the ninth step, he stood in front of Ye Wuchen.Mo Yun raised his head hastily, panic accumulated in his eyes, he was afraid that Ye Wuchen would retreat, which would make him more uncomfortable than pushing him away.

But Ye Wuchen didn't, he still had his eyes closed, and it took him a while to realize that there was someone standing in front of him.He slowly opened his eyes, and bumped into Mo Yun's condensed eyes.

Mo Yun also looked at him, looking at his tired face, feeling distressed for a while.

The two looked at each other, but there was no movement, just like the nine steps that Mo Yun took quietly, it was still a long and peaceful torment.

Ye Wuchen rubbed the center of his brows, without raising his eyes, he directly passed Mo Yun, stepped on the nine-step road that Mo Yun finally dared to cross, and went downstairs in a flimsy figure.

He walked by, carrying a gust of wind wrapped in the fragrance of light bamboo, Mo Yun turned his head, only to see that Ye Wuchen had already gone down the stairs without a trace.

Mo Yun gritted his teeth, his heart was like a knife gouging out, dripping with blood, the pain was so painful that he was going crazy.

He wiped his face hastily, caught up with the swaying Ye Wuchen, held his wrist with both hands, pleading with trembling voice: "Master, don't leave me..."

The wrist being held was cold and there was no temperature. Ye Wuchen seemed to be scalded by the temperature of Mo Yun's palm, and suddenly slowed down. He said wearily: "I'm tired, I want to go back and rest."

As he spoke, he quickened his pace, let Mo Yun hold his left hand, and pinched the center of his brow with the other hand.

At this moment, the setting sun was almost dusk, and the bright red glow from the sky fell like silk veil, covering the neat buildings, smearing a hazy yellow.

It doesn't feel good to rely on medicine to survive without sleep for a few days, just like at this moment, he clearly wanted to shake off Mo Yun's hand, but he always felt that he didn't have the strength or the mood.

Walking quickly to the bamboo house, Ye Wuchen hurried into his room, was about to close the door, but found a boy who wanted to cry or not was hanging on his hand.

"...you let go of me first."

Mo Yun looked at him cautiously, then shook his head firmly.

"I'm sleepy."

Mo Yun looked away from his face, and landed on the clean and tidy bed, a little dazed: "I remember that Master doesn't make the quilt when he wakes up in the morning, has Master slept in these few days?"

"..." Ye Wuchen turned his head away, and it was rare for him to get angry with the protagonist: "What are you doing, let go."

Mo Yun didn't let go, but held on tighter.

"Master, I won't let you go." Mo Yun raised his head, his tone was firm, but his expression was cowardly.

"I won't let it go..." Mo Yun whispered.

Ye Wuchen shook his hand, and found that Mo Yun was sticking like a dog's skin plaster, he sighed.Because I couldn't stand anymore, I could only walk to the edge of the bed and sit down, leaning against the head of the bed with my eyes closed.

Close your eyes, the hot touch on the wrist is more clear, the scorching heat is a little scary, as if it is going to burn the skin to death.

Ye Wuchen retracted his hand unconsciously, but Mo Yun thought he was going to withdraw his hand, and grabbed it even tighter.

He opened his eyes helplessly, looked at Mo Yun, saw him kneeling beside the bed, and didn't know how he felt.

His all-powerful wolf cub protagonist, how did he become a little milk dog, and he is still the kind that has not been weaned.

"Don't stay here, I can't sleep." Ye Wuchen struggled feebly, but he was still held firmly.

Mo Yun took a careful look at him, gently released his hand, held his finger again at the moment he retracted, spread his palm, and looked at the pulp of his index finger.

He said, "Master, can we make a contract?"

Ye Wuchen was a little dizzy, and just asked casually: "What contract?"

"White sand and emerald bamboo."

Ye Wuchen frowned and thought for a while, always feeling a little familiar, but now his mind is like a mess, and he can't think of anything.

He looked at Mo Yun, and said seriously, "Will you die?"

"of course not."

Mo Yun smiled bitterly, put his fingers on his fingertips, and repeated in a low voice: "No."

"Then..." Ye Wuchen lowered his eyes, not sure whether he should believe him, so he withdrew his hand, stared fixedly at Mo Yun's dark eyes, and pinched his face when his head got hot.

"Can I trust you?"

He thought, what he believed in was blackening value, could he try to trust Mo Yun once?

Even if... there is an abyss behind this trust.

Mo Yun knelt in front of him, his smile still bitter, he lightly touched the corner of Ye Wuchen's clothes, like touching a cloud that would not disturb the mortal world.He grabbed Ye Wuchen's hand that pinched his face, and said in a coquettish tone, "Master, please trust me once."

"...Okay." Ye Wuchen lowered his eyes——

Bet once, bet on his life.

Mo Yun took out a silver needle, took Ye Wuchen's hand off his face, spread it out, put it on the slender white index finger, and said warmly: "I need a drop of Master's blood, is that okay?"

"Ah."

After getting permission, Mo Yun pricked his index finger with a silver needle, and a bright red blood bead quickly appeared on the white finger pulp.

"What do I need to do?" Ye Wuchen straightened up, staring at Mo Yun's hair.

"Master, just recite a mantra."

Mo Yun looked up with a smile, and handed Ye Wuchen a piece of paper. The ink stains on it seemed to have not dried up, and it was probably newly copied.

Ye Wuchen held the piece of paper, and looked at Mo Yun, with a lazy and hoarse voice, he recited the jerky spell on it flatly.

This spell is somewhat familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it. Ye Wuchen recited it and found his spiritual power gushing out in strands, lingering around Mo Yun like willow catkins.

He paused, suppressed the shaking in his heart, and continued to read.

Although those incantations were jerky, they were smooth and clean when they were recited, and they were extremely pleasant to hear. In addition, Ye Wuchen's gentle voice made it sound like a warbler's cry.

"Master, offended."

Mo Yun suddenly said this, then lowered his head to hold Ye Wuchen's index finger, and licked the blood on his soft tongue.After licking it clean, he carefully wiped his calloused fingertips, then raised his head and looked at Ye Wuchen who looked astonished.

The blue and green spiritual power formed a spell in the void, locking him in one area, and the scrawled characters danced around him, filled with excitement.

He knelt beside the bed, looking up at Ye Wuchen, with a cautious smile on the corner of his mouth, comforting the person on the bed: "Master, don't be afraid, I won't harm you."

As soon as the words fell, all the crazily beating spiritual power hit him, Mo Yun trembled, and lay weakly on the bed, trembling all over.

Every time those spirit spells were cast, Mo Yun's hands gripping the bed sheet became tighter.

Ye Wuchen jumped out of the bed in a panic, and carefully put his hand on Mo Yun's trembling shoulders, with a dazed and ignorant expression: "Mo Yun, what kind of contract is this, what's wrong with you?"

"...Master, it's all right, just leave a mark on the soul." Mo Yun didn't look back, and said softly: "It will be fine in a while."

He said it easily, but the contract of Baisha Cuizhu is also very unequal. It needs the spiritual power of the master to leave an immortal mark on the soul of the servant.

Although Ye Wuchen's spiritual power belongs to the gentle lineage, the spiritual flow is very strong. Even if Mo Yun is reborn, his body is only a child who has just practiced Taoism for a year, and his soul is torn apart. How can he withstand such a powerful spiritual flow.

Ye Wuchen thought that he was betting his life on this contract...

Little did he know that Mo Yun didn't want his life, but only wanted to win his trust, and was even willing to use his fragile soul to coax him to conclude this unequal contract.

But Ye Wuchen was in a daze, how could he know that Mo Yun pulled him into such a contract? Now he looks at Mo Yun who is kneeling and shivering, feeling impatient in his heart, but he doesn't dare to touch him, so he can only helplessly ask: "You What's the matter? Isn't the contract that the souls of both parties need to be imprinted? Mo Yun! What the hell are you..."

He thought with some fear, this kid wouldn't kill himself just to win his trust, would he?

Ye Wuchen was frightened by his own thoughts, the boy kneeling on the ground groaned from time to time, and he was the executioner who caused all this.

How could the protagonist trade his life for the trust of a supporting character?

He squatted beside Mo Yun in fear, with his hands resting on the edge of the bed, he said: "Mo Yun, you... I believe you, are you okay?"

Mo Yun's body stopped trembling, and all the spirit spells around him had hit him, not a single one fell off.He knocked his head on the edge of the bed, and fumbled with one hand on the bed, as if looking for something.

"Master, hands."

"Ah, okay."

Ye Wuchen grabbed his hand and asked again carefully: "Are you okay?"

Mo Yun didn't say a word, the soft red spiritual power was output from his fingertips, diffused into Ye Wuchen's palm, and submerged into the flesh a little bit.

A warm and hot feeling permeates the whole body, as if immersed in the warm winter sun, the golden light flows, warming the slightly cold heart.

"Master's imprint." Mo Yun explained, smiling and turning his head to Ye Wuchen's side, with a strange brilliance in his eyes.

Ye Wuchen frowned.

Seeing him so hastily withdrew his smile, Mo Yun whispered, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's just why you were so uncomfortable just now?"

"Master..." Mo Yun cast his eyes elsewhere, and after thinking for a long time, he pulled out a half-hearted smile: "Because I lied to Master."

Ye Wuchen stared at the cold sweat on his forehead, poked his forehead with his finger: "Don't lie."

Mo Yun just smiled and didn't say anything.

Ye Wuchen looked at him, seeing that he was still unwilling to say anything, he could only sigh, and began to use aggressive methods: "You also don't want to tell me what this contract is for, Mo Yun, how can you make me believe you?"

However, Mo Yun smiled softly at him: "Under this contract, I can't do things that are not good for Master, but Master can."

"If one day I make Master displeased, even if I am cut into pieces, I will not be able to fight back. Master, don't worry?"

Ye Wuchen propped his head, and said dizzily: "You know I don't want to hear this, I just want to know why you were so uncomfortable just now?"

"Master is smart, check it yourself."

"Mo Yun, you are a bit bold today."

"Master is not gentler than before."

Ye Wuchen stared at him for a moment, sighed helplessly, and suddenly smiled gently when Mo Yun relaxed his vigilance, his eyes seemed to be streaming with thousands of stars.

"Is it an unequal contract?"

"Yes." Mo Yun replied subconsciously, and looked at Ye Wuchen who was bullying others with his eyes in astonishment, and was shocked: "Master, how can you do this?"

But Ye Wuchen ignored him, and stood up on his own, with a soft voice, but a distressed tone.

"You are going to make me blame myself for the rest of my life."

He sat on the bed, with a sense of guilt surrounding him. His brain, which had not slept for a long time, relaxed for a moment, and immediately tensed up again. All he could feel was dizziness between opening and closing.

"Master,..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Wuchen suddenly fell down on the bed, and rubbed Mo Yun's head that was knocked on the side of the bed.

"I can't hold it anymore, I'll settle the score with you when I wake up."

He closed his eyes and murmured the words.

His hand was still on Mo Yun's head, before he could withdraw it, Mo Yun grabbed his hand, looked at the man on the bed with some amusement, and then felt distressed.

"How long has it been since you closed your eyes..."

He took down the hand on top of his head, placed it gently on the side of the bed, and took off Ye Wuchen's shoes and socks, took the quilt that hadn't been touched much, and covered Ye Wuchen's body.

Then, after sitting by the bed for a long time, Mo Yun tiptoed back to his room, laying down on the bed relaxedly, chanting a mantra, and a water-blue wicker chair emerged from the palm of his hand.

"..."

The imprint is based on the preference of the reporter who made the imprint.

"I thought it was green bamboo, but Master's favorite is the wicker chair?"