Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Baiyun Canggou, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle.

It has been a while since Mo Yun left that day. At the beginning, Ye Wuchen was like a parent who just sent his child to kindergarten, always worried, but Mo Yun would spontaneously express himself in the contract formation after a while. Ye Wuchen felt a little relieved after the ground reported that he was safe.

Sure enough, it will not be easy to send the raised children out.

Ye Wuchen was lying on the wicker chair, swaying every now and then. He always wore a bamboo hat when he went out these days, and the disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect only added the word "unfathomable" to his cold and aloof label.

With Mo Yun not around, the only person Zhi Qingfeng could talk to was Xiaobaiqiu, who had nothing to do anyway, so Ye Wuchen asked about the "stick to the plot" system.

The little white ball was originally huddled in his palm, but when he asked about it, he immediately turned serious and floated up on the tip of his nose, "Master, why do you ask this?"

Ye Wuchen stared at it first, then realized that staring at the tip of his nose might be cross-eyed, so he closed his eyes, "It hasn't moved for several days."

"Won't you suffer if there is any movement?"

Ye Wuchen thought for a while and said, "That's true."

The little white ball rubbed against his face, rubbed against his forehead along the bridge of his nose, softened into a puddle, and said, "It has been suppressed by me, and it won't wake up for a while."

The illegal system is very stubborn, let alone the illegal system created by the main god himself, it is difficult to suppress, and it may not be able to suppress it for a long time.

"For the time being... Thank you for your hard work." Ye Wuchen said with a smile.

He knew that these days were able to live so peacefully thanks to little white ball, if the "stick to the plot" system hadn't been suppressed, then there would be no such harmony between him and Mo Yun.

Just like those dreams that are controlled by the system.

He can't even protect his protagonist.

The little white ball landed on his forehead, stared at the trembling eyelashes, and solemnly promised: "Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to suppress it forever."

Definitely not letting it separate the two of us like it used to.

"Thank you, just call me if there is anything I need to do."

"No, leave everything to me."

It is already autumn, and there is only a dense bamboo forest at Zhiqing Peak, but from Sijiju, apart from the misty clouds in the morning, you can also see the maple forest on Wude Peak, the spruce and green vines at the top of Ningle Peak, and Golden chrysanthemums are blooming all over Elegy Peak.

The little white ball floated into the air after Ye Wuchen fell asleep, floated slowly, and landed gently on his neck, closing its red eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already changed into a pair of dark and translucent eyes.

It looked up at the blue sky, slowly floated into the air, and didn't feel the sun's glare. It just looked at the sky like this, and it stopped for a long time before falling back to Ye Wuchen's neck.

"Master, long time no see."

The wicker chair creaked and swayed, and the barrier automatically formed a black curtain when it saw the bright sun, allowing the people inside to sleep comfortably.

……

"Master Immortal, are you awake?"

Ye Wuchen raised his eyes, only feeling dizzy, and it took him a while to see who the person in front of him was.

Meihu sat by the bed, still dressed in red, simply put on a bright red robe, the fluffy scarf hanging softly on his chest, his fingers were warm, gently touching Ye Wuchen's face, like Touching a rare porcelain jade treasure.

"You..." Ye Wuchen uttered a little, but felt that his voice was astringent and hoarse.

"Master Immortal, don't talk, just lie down. You have been squatting in the snow for so long, and you feel hot when you come back—is Master Immortal afraid of suffering?"

Meihu suddenly asked a question at the end.

Ye Wuchen shook his head, sat up with difficulty, leaned against the bedpost, and licked his dry lips weakly, "Why... wouldn't it be better to let me die...?"

Meihu paused the hand holding the decoction, then scooped up a spoonful of the dark concoction, put it on her lips and blew it gently.

Blow the medicine to warm it up, and the charm fox will slowly send it to Ye Wuchen's mouth, with a smile like the warm sun in April, burning on the tip of his heart: "The immortal master heals his illness first."

Ye Wuchen turned his face sideways and ignored him.

I never thought that seeking death was such a difficult thing.

Seeing him like this, Meihu put down the spoon, poured the bowl of medicine and put it on the high stool beside him, then put both hands on Ye Wuchen's side, approaching him inch by inch, and finally stopped at a distance of one finger width from him , The warm breath spit on his cold earlobe.

"Isn't the immortal master unwilling to take medicine because he is afraid of suffering?"

He smiled, and rubbed the tip of his nose against Ye Wuchen's chin, with a hint of coquettishness in his words: "If the immortal master is afraid of suffering, I will prepare candied fruit for you. Don't take medicine, okay?"

Ye Wuchen was itching to rub against him, so he hid to the side, but Meihu was propped up above him, and he couldn't dodge wherever he went.

He raised his eyes, and pushed Meihu away without much effort, Meihu obediently left him, got up and brought a cup of candied fruit outside, regardless of whether he wanted to, picked one and stuffed it into Ye Wuchen mouth.

Then he picked up the bowl of medicine and sent the spoon to Ye Wuchen's mouth.

Ye Wuchen's lips were tightly closed, and he didn't know whether he chewed the stick of candied fruit that was fed in, in short, he just looked like he was refusing to open his mouth.

Meihu sighed helplessly: "Master Immortal, you must know that I was a hooligan before I met you."

Ye Wuchen looked at him because he didn't know.

He licked the corner of his mouth, and his docile eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, like an eagle staring at its prey, ready to go.

Meihu put down the medicine bowl, and approached Ye Wuchen suddenly, with only a porcelain white spoon between them.

"If the fairy master doesn't eat again, I will feed you."

Ye Wuchen blinked, and lowered his eyes to look at the spoon on his lips—it was already being fed.

Obviously, what Meihu said and what Ye Wuchen understood didn't mean the same thing. He tilted the spoon and put the concoction into his mouth, and then supported Ye Wuchen's back of the head and body. With a sudden pressure.

The breath is entangled, unclear and unclear.

Meihu still didn't meet Ye Wuchen in the end, he stared blankly at Ye Wuchen's ancient well-free eyes, which were extremely clear but haunted by a faint death energy, as if he was about to lose his soul when he looked into it .

He was in complete disarray in front of such a clean person, as if all the love and love he had experienced in the past were blank.

Meihu swallowed the medicine juice into her stomach, and the bitterness scraped her throat, causing a huge wave in her heart, which couldn't be calmed down for a while.

Ye Wuchen moved, he was not a fool, he wouldn't see the action of Meihu swallowing the medicine and still not understand what he was going to do.

So he removed the hand holding the back of his head, got out of bed, picked up the bowl of hot concoction, and poured it down with his head up.

He didn't chew the candied fruit, and it slipped into his throat mixed with the bitter medicine, making it difficult to swallow.

After drinking, Ye Wuchen wiped the corners of his mouth, slowly raised his eyelids, stared at Meihu, and said in a cool voice, "I've taken the medicine, you can go."

Meihu tilted her head, leaned over shamelessly, took the medicine bowl in his hand, touched his fingertips as if taking advantage, and said: "I want to stay and take care of the immortal master."

Then, he lowered his head again, looked at Ye Wuchen's feet on the ground, pushed him to the edge of the bed without any explanation, pushed him to sit down on the bed, then leaned over, wrapped his arms around his waist, and made a gesture of He hugged him to the bed.

Ye Wuchen sensed his movements, so naturally he couldn't just sit still, so he quickly retreated to the bed, frowned and looked at Meihu, his eyes were finally stained with some annoyance.

Meihu didn't stop, he pointed to the quilt that Ye Wuchen was sitting on, and smiled harmlessly.

For a long time, Ye Wuchen didn't move, and Meihu planned to go forward again, which made Ye Wuchen hide under the quilt autonomously.

Meihu burst into a triumphant smile, waved at him, and left with the medicine bowl.

After going out, there was still snow and ice flying outside, Meihu closed the door of Sijiju, breathed a sigh of relief, then squatted down slowly against the door frame, grabbed the clothes around her heart with one hand, and smiled softly.

A heart beating wildly, it is the tension and joy that has not been seen for a long time. By Ye Wuchen's side, he can always go against the desire of his body and carefully explore the temperature of love.

As soon as Mo Yun came, he saw Meihu's ecstatic appearance. He took a few steps forward, picked up Meihu who was squatting on the ground, and asked inexplicably, "Why are you squatting here?"

"Your Majesty..." Meihu leaned against the door, folded her hands on her chest, and smiled coquettishly: "The immortal master is awake, I am happy."

"He...was awake?" Mo Yun lowered his eyes, thinking whether he should go in or not.

Meihu saw his actions and felt something was wrong, so she said casually: "I have coaxed you to sleep again now, Your Majesty, go back first, the Immortal Master probably doesn't want to see you."

After speaking, he took the bowl and left.

He was confident that Mo Yun would not go in after hearing the last sentence.

But Mo Yun didn't know what kind of demon he was possessed today, he stood outside the door for a long time, and finally pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

He was not reconciled.

Why can Meihu get close to Ye Wuchen.

Why can't he.

Ever since he brought Ye Wuchen back to the Demon Realm, he has never treated Ye Wuchen badly, and it is obviously him who has been treated badly!

However, Ye Wuchen clearly cherished and cared for him secretly, why didn't he even bother to give him a look.

Why can anyone get close to him, except Mo Yun? As long as he is not Mo Yun, he can...

Ye Wuchen was still a little hot, he curled up in the quilt, breathing out the hot air in a dizzy way, the bitter taste filled his mouth, even his mood was a little bit bitter.

He wanted to die but couldn't die, someone always pulled him back from the door of death, always like this.

He really didn't understand what good he was doing to those people by being alive.

Especially Mo Yun.

"leaf……"

"Go away!"

Ye Wuchen perked up as soon as he heard his voice, and quickly shrank to the corner of the bed, looking at him with eyes without any emotion.

"Warning! Protagonist OOC, please pull back the plot as soon as possible, please pull back the plot as soon as possible!"

"...If you fail to pull back the plot within the stipulated time, the punishment will begin."

Ye Wuchen frowned, staring at Mo Yun indifferently: "Either kill me, or get out."

If he heard this in normal times, Mo Yun would definitely leave, but he just couldn't be reconciled, and he just didn't understand why Ye Wuchen was so ruthless to him.

Therefore, instead of retreating, he went straight to the bedside, his blood-red eyes were dark, and he didn't know whether it was anger or grievance hidden in his eyes.

"You hate me so much?"

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, his slender fingers tightly grasped the quilt under his body, his bloodless fingertips became even paler, and he uttered a word with difficulty: "Please get out."

"Master."

Ye Wuchen raised his head abruptly, and looked at Mo Yun incredulously, his eyes were full of grievances, his shoulders trembled a little, and he tried hard to suppress the emotions in his heart.

Recalling vaguely, Mo Yun is only eighteen this year, just a half-grown child.

So what about the Mozun, he didn't just drive the ducks to the shelves, forcing a young man to shed his innocence early and put on a hard shell.

"The protagonist is out of the plot! The protagonist is out of the plot! The protagonist is out of the plot!"

The electric shock intensified, Ye Wuchen lowered his head, his silver teeth were almost shattered, he shrank into a small ball against the wall, looking a little helpless.

"Master, why do you only neglect me?" Mo Yun's voice was choked up, and tears flickered in his bloody eyes. A person like him didn't even fall when he was whipped with a bamboo stick wrapped in spiritual power on Zhiqing Peak. After a tear, it must be extremely uncomfortable at the moment.

Ye Wuchen got used to the electric shock a little bit, raised his head with difficulty, looked at Mo Yun whose eyes were stained red, and sighed.

"Mo Yun, you should hate me, you should kill me, you shouldn't be like this..."

Ye Wuchen buried his head between his arms, facing the wall, his pale hair slipped down like cold snow.

Mo Yun stood, staring at the shrunken body, reluctantly called Master again, Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, the electric shock on his body could not allow him to make any further movements.

After waiting for a long time, Mo Yun was still standing where he was, and he finally spoke, even though his voice was hoarse, almost pleading: "Please leave...go away! I, hate you, Mo Yun, I hate you...I hate you to death , I hate you, Mo Yun, I... hate you..."

After speaking, his voice became weaker and weaker, more and more choked up, and his confidence became weaker and weaker.

He is also a body of flesh and blood, and he also suffers, but this time, it is the heart that hurts more than the body.

If possible, he also wanted to hug Mo Yun and tell that child that he didn't want to snub him on purpose, it wasn't intentional, and he, Ye Wuchen, never hated Mo Yun.

It was he who was sorry for Mo Yun.

He is not worthy to be Mo Yun's master either.

Mo Yun listened, those tiny words were like iron nails, precisely chiseled into his heart, leaving wounds that could not heal.

The snowy wind was howling outside, although staying in the warm Four Seasons Residence, Mo Yun felt that he was on a glacier, and the cold spread from the soles of his feet, slowly freezing his limbs and hurting his heart.

He raised his head, and suddenly burst into a smile, desolate as snow, as cold as ice.

Ye Wuchen hates him, hates him to death...

What is he asking for? !

Thinking like this, until the slightest emotion in her eyes was frozen, and her indifference returned.

"I am leaving."

Mo Yun walked out of the house, looking at the snow falling all over the sky, he felt short of breath, his beating heart seemed to be run over by a wheel, dying and lifeless.

……

Ye Wuchen held his forehead, wiped the sweat from his brow, panted heavily, as if he had just escaped from the gate of hell.

It was dusk at this moment, and the misty red clouds lingered in the sky, dyeing the verdant bamboo grove red and faint. The cool evening breeze passed through the forest, blowing on Ye Wuchen's sweaty body, making it a bit cold.

After a while, Ye Wuchen came back to his senses, and slammed the armrest of the rattan chair hard.

This fucking dream never ends, does it? !

Just because he came here through a book, so the sensory pain is so real!

The little white ball was frightened by his action, it floated up, a pair of small black eyes looked at Ye Wuchen's hand with concern: "Does the host's hand not hurt?"

"It's okay." Ye Wuchen propped his head up, and spoke out what happened in his dream like he was complaining, and walked towards Lingquan while talking.

The little white ball followed him, and said inadvertently: "Since you always dream about these things, why don't you pay more attention."

Ye Wuchen nodded, these dreams are indeed so real that they are weird.

The Lingquan was still steaming and rosy, and the water vapor filled the air. He took off his clothes, kicked off his shoes, and entered the Lingquan barefoot.

Ye Wuchen lay comfortably on the side, suddenly feeling a little unreal—this bath was too comfortable.

Where's the little white ball?

Why didn't you take a peek today?

He looked around suspiciously, always feeling that the thing was staring at him in the dark.

So he yelled.

Hearing the sound, the little white ball came out, except for the redness of the tip of the hair, there was nothing unusual. Ye Wuchen stared at this well-behaved little white ball, and belatedly realized that its eyes had turned black.

"So you're back."

Ye Wuchen held it and heaved a sigh of relief.