What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

"Hey, are you still alive? I don't want to rape a corpse..." Yinrong shook her hair, turned into a boy, and stretched out her hand to sniff the young man in black.

Snow Cave Valley has just experienced a fierce battle, with corpses scattered all over the field, the young man is unconscious, his black robe embroidered with silver runes is soaked in blood, and the broken jade around him is stained red, it looks very ominous.

Unexpectedly, before touching anyone, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and almost at the same time, the silver velvet was overturned by the strong energy of the body protection, and fell solidly into the mud.

Half of his body fell into the snowdrift, and the red fur was pulled up to his waist, revealing a pair of tender white bare feet, with the soles of the feet facing up, the rolled buttocks sticking out, and a big fluffy tail protruding from the shin pants, flicking nervously. Flicked.

"Hu Meizi?" The young man's tone revealed obvious disgust, "... Wuliangzong actually made such a low level that he colluded with the Yaozu?"

Yinrong didn't plan to speak up, seeing the situation was not good, he was so frightened that he wanted to run away, but the next moment he was caught by the invisible sword energy, forcing him back step by step, until he was close to the young man's leg, the sword net just pause.

"Don't touch me!" Chengyang Muqiu took a step back holding the sword, as if the silver velvet was some kind of dirty thing, and it would stain him if he touched it.

"..."

Yinrong felt that he was rejected, but he didn't dare to argue. Under the terrifying pressure, he shrank into a ball, not even daring to lift his head.

From Chengyang Muqiu's perspective, all he could see was a head of thick black hair and a pair of fox ears that lay down tightly against his head out of fear.

Fluffy and cowardly.

Chengyang Muqiu narrowed his eyes, with a bit of disgust in his doubts: "Such a weak demon?" What can they send it for?

"..." Yinrong felt even more aggrieved.

He also didn't want to be a weak chicken.

Yinrong is a vixen. Since the time of the unweaned Mao Tuanzi, he has followed his master to learn the art of harvesting yin and replenishing yang. Unfortunately, his qualifications are not good. Unable to benefit for a long time, I was so worried that I lost my hair.

He is so eager, not only because of the demon cultivator's instinctive self-motivation, nor because those mean-spirited rivals mock him as a waste all day long, but because if he doesn't find a human double cultivation, he will starve to death.

Nowadays, monks are the most respected in the world, and each of the large-scale sects in the cultivation world has its own territory. In addition to its own fairy mountain cave, it will also take care of the nearby ordinary people. There will also be small sects and immortal cultivating families who will come to join them... In the long run, the Daxian Mansion will become a country of its own, with a territory of thousands of miles and years of tribute.

But their monster clan can only settle in one corner. Between the two major cultivation sects "Wuliangzong" and "Taiweijing", there is a "three no matter zone" with thin spiritual energy. Pipa Town, where Yinrong lives, is in it, which is an inconspicuous place. Although the sparrows are small, they have all kinds of poisons. The town is full of monsters, casual cultivators, and even some fugitives from mortals.

Strength comes first if you want to survive here, but Yinrong, as a little demon with low mana, hangs around with an unreliable gambler master, and often goes hungry for nine meals in three days...

The only way for a seductive monster like him to improve his strength is to find a good double cultivator.

A few days ago, the master made a divination for Yinrong, and calculated that the chance might be in the Xueku Valley. Sure enough, as soon as he entered the valley, he could smell the mellow yang energy, but it seemed that the valley had just experienced a fierce battle, and the corpses were everywhere. , full of blood, Yinrong carefully searched all the way, thinking that he could take advantage of the fire and find a weak and easy-to-control superb furnace, but he did not expect to meet such a fierce boss.

The boss deserves to be a boss, and he spoke again, directly pushing the atmosphere to a climax: "Forget it, regardless of whether it has anything to do with them, if you are a monster, you deserve to die."

Yinrong: "!!!" Even the fairy elders in Taiwei territory who don't like to see the monster race the most, have to talk about the truth before "slaying demons and eliminating demons"!Don't you go through the process! ?

And the killing of the boss is so straightforward and unpretentious, and without sloppiness, as soon as the voice fell, the hidden sword net was instantly closed!

The silver fluff exploded, and the feeling of dying was too real and terrifying, it seemed to be only for a moment, and it seemed to be extremely long, it was too late to cry, and it was too slow to regret, regretting that I believed in my master's prophecy, clearly an old thing So unreliable... Unwillingness, fear, remorse, all kinds of emotions mixed together, fermented until the shortness of breath, the heartbeat like a drum was about to burst the chest cavity, but death did not come for a long time.

"...?"

Yinrong opened his eyes tentatively, the sky was clear and clear, where was the life-threatening sword formation?At this moment, Chengyang Muqiu curled up in pain, his expression covered by wet forehead hair.

That's right, he was also seriously injured. Could it be that the boss's brutality just now is a flashback?

At the same time, Chengyang Muqiu's Lingfu was in severe pain, his ears were ringing, and chaotic memories flashed in his mind.

He saw the serious face of the master: "The way of ruthlessness is changing every day, and it was once flourishing. Do you know why it is now withered and almost lost? Those who practice this way are cut off from love and love, and have a heart of stone. People don't know how many..."

Hearing his youthful voice, he replied sonorously: "There is nothing to be afraid of death, this disciple is willing to seek justice for the lives of thousands of people in the Taiwei Realm, and cleanse the demon clan!"

The master sighed: "Heng'er, every time you enter the Wuqing Dao, you will be backlashed, your mood will be chaotic, and you will go crazy if you are not careful."

"Forget it, maybe one day, you will be able to fully understand the seven emotions, or escape death, and gain a glimpse of the Dao..."

Master's words became more and more blurred, Chengyang Muqiu completely lost consciousness, the protective energy dissipated, and the biting cold invaded his limbs and bones, and finally passed out, and fell directly at Yinrong's feet.

"!!"

Silver Velvet wanted to turn around and run away.

But he had just suffered a life-and-death accident, and his legs were still a little weak. Besides, the majestic pure yang aura of the boss was really fatal to Meihu, who was practicing the harvesting and mending technique.

He couldn't help but take a few more glances.

In fact, when the boss is quiet and not angry, he is very attractive, with deep eyebrows and eyes, and a straight nose bridge. He has a very handsome appearance, but without the body protection, there is a layer of hoarfrost on the sparse eyelashes.

Feeling that his life was passing by quickly, Yinrong was not afraid anymore, and tentatively moved closer, "A good furnace tripod, I found it after a lot of hard work. Before he is completely dead, let's taste it." That's fine too."

Silver Velvet buried her head in his neck and sniffed, then licked his eyelashes and cheeks like a small animal. Seiyao's mending technique is different from the monk's acacia. Kissing can cooperate with the exercises to absorb Yang Qi.

I have to say that the big brother's body is really superb, there is majestic power under the flexible skin, like silver velvet licking caramel, from the raised Adam's apple to the firm chest, and from the thin eyelids to the soft skin. The lips, while licking, absorb the pure yang energy with relish, and the afterimage of the tail is waving happily.

"...Shut up." After an unknown amount of time, the eyelids of the slobbered boss moved and he opened his mouth weakly.

"!!!"

How did he, he, he come back to life! ! !

Silver Velvet's hair was blown, and the fox ears "swiped" down on the ground, and a pair of big amber beads-like eyes widened.

Chengyang Muqiu only felt cold at first, but then he felt something soft and soft slipping into his bosom. The body temperature was obviously low, but it miraculously sucked away the cold air in his body. His consciousness gradually returned, and he vaguely felt that someone was kissing him. When I opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful boy with fox ears.

With black hair and red eyes, thin skin and snowy skin, the dewy water makes people's eyes shine.

He didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all. In the snowy and icy weather, he was only wearing a loose Firefox fur, revealing his tender white neck and a black leather collar with a "dog bell" hanging on the collar.

"You, you, you can't kill me!" the fox-eared boy shouted in horror.

With the previous failure experience, Yinrong didn't dare to run - not only could he not escape, but he would easily annoy the boss.In desperation, he rolled his eyes and blurted out: "You can't kill me because, because I saved you!"

"Yes, that's right, I must have accidentally sucked your cold air away just now." He said angrily, as if to prove himself, the silver velvet scratched the big man's chest in vain, and the wisps of cold air were released. Leaving Chengyang Muqiu's body.

As a red fox, Yinrong is not afraid of the severe cold by nature, and can even control the cold intentionally or unintentionally. Although the control power is limited, but the master said that this ability is quite rare, even those monsters born in the snow-capped mountains feel ashamed.

As more cold air was sucked away, Chengyang Muqiu's frozen body regained more consciousness, and the severe pain all over his body returned, which made his face even uglier.

Yinrong observed the words and expressions, and swallowed loudly: "Do you believe this time? You, you can't repay your kindness with revenge!"

Chengyang Muqiu looked away: "...you go down first."

Only then did Yin Rong realize that she was still straddling the boss's waist, and hurriedly rolled and climbed down, when Chengyang Muqiu asked angrily, "Why should I kill you?"

Silver Velvet: "???"

Has your old man lost his memory?Didn't you give the reason yourself before a cup of tea-"If you are a demon, you deserve to die"?

Chengyang Muqiu struggled to prop up his upper body, and looked around in confusion: "Little demon fox, do you know where this is?"

Yinrong didn't understand why he asked the question knowingly, but answered honestly: "Snow Cave Valley."

"..."

Chengyang Muqiu paused for a while, then slowly asked: "Then do you know... who am I?"

"..."

"???"

What is "who am I"? It's hard to be a prophecy, he really lost his memory! ?

I heard that people have three souls and seven souls, and one of them is responsible for carrying memories. No matter whether the monks are obsessed in practicing kung fu or injured in fighting skills, if they severely damage the spiritual palace and lose the "soul", it is possible to hurt the soul and cause amnesia , and the boss was indeed seriously injured, but it seems strange...

Yinrong suddenly remembered that when he first met, this man mistakenly thought he was from the Wuliang sect, rolled his eyes, and said tentatively: "You seem to be hunted down by monks from the Taiwei realm." As we all know, Taiweijing and Wuliangzong are deadly enemies, Yinrong deliberately said the opposite, in order to see the big brother's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Chengyang Muqiu actually asked: "Taiweijing...what is it?"

"!!!" Yinrong was shocked, "Are you making fun of me? Taiweijing is the number one fairy gate! Even a three-year-old milk baby knows it."

Chengyang Muqiu frowned again, as if he was trying to remember, but obviously failed, and finally he smiled wryly: "What did I lie to you for?"

Yinrong stared blankly at the corners of his pale lips, and suddenly realized what was "weird" about the boss—he had become "human". When we first met Chengyang Muqiu, there was a layer of coldness all over his body. , it was so inconceivable that he didn't look like a living person, but now, he actually had a vivid expression.

It's like a different person.

Yinrong suddenly became bolder and poked Chengyang Muqiu's leg: "Immortal Chief, it's so cold on the ground, why don't you stand up? Is it... Broken leg?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

It seemed that it was really broken, and it hurt so badly.

Wait, serious injuries, amnesia, top-quality stove... don't let him flatten and round, and don't take him back to eat and wipe clean, what are you waiting for.

Yinrong was so excited that he erected a pair of fluffy fox ears, cleared his throat and got up, brushed off the snowflakes on the red fur, and said condescendingly: "I forgot to introduce myself, my surname is Hu and my name is Yinrong. I am an old-fashioned and warm-hearted fox. I just saw it." My friend, you were so badly injured and frozen again, so I came to the rescue. Look at you now, you can't even remember who you are, hey, it's so pitiful, I will be a good person to the end, I will take you out of the valley to heal your wounds, in the humble house How about staying for a few days?"

Although Chengyang Muqiu has amnesia, he is not stupid. Seeing Yinrong's arrogant appearance, he knows that he probably has no good intentions.

I saw Yinrong touched his immobile legs, showing two pointed canine teeth, threatening: "I'm kind, I hope you don't know how to compliment... Eh? Don't you get dizzy?"

In the depths of the Snow Cave Valley, two Wuliangzong cultivators staggered out from the pile of corpses, completely in a state of distress.

The younger one asked: "It's not that the ancestor Chengyang came here to retreat in order to break through the double mirror of transformation of gods. Now is his most vulnerable time. The master master personally set up a killing array and sent me to wait for a sneak attack...why did he , He can still kill? We are almost wiped out..."

The older man said with lingering fear: "You don't know how powerful he is. Don't look at the head of Chengyang as a gentleman now, that's just the status of the superior. 300 years ago, he bloodbathed Lu Wushan and killed the demon king. The means, but it can stop children from crying at night! Chengyang Heng single-handedly revives the Taiwei Realm, he is a genius who is once in a thousand years, and he may have already penetrated the ruthless way, and there is no 'weakness'."

"But the master master said that after encountering an ambush, even if he survived by chance, he would go mad, lose all his memory, suppress his cultivation, and even the emotions he had suppressed for many years would all rebound violently and become paranoid heavy desire..."

The older monk interrupted him: "This is not a place for chatting, you'd better go back and report to your life."

Chengyang Muqiu woke up again and was already lying on the silver velvet bed. This is a shabby but smoky thatched hut. Looking around, he saw that the corners of the room were piled up with "trash": Old lacquered boxes, notebooks without covers, sewing baskets filled with rags, rattan balls full of tooth marks...

Chengyang Muqiu suddenly felt as if he was lying on a garbage dump, he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe, but he didn't care about it, but thought: The demon fox boy saved himself not because of his "old way of heart", but a man who lost his cultivation base Disabled, what's the use?

For some reason, he suddenly remembered what the little vixen did to him in the Snow Cave Valley, not only throwing himself into his arms, but also kissing... Chengyang Muqiu couldn't remember, a thin blush flew up on his cheeks, and he cursed in his heart The sentence "shameless".

"Are you awake?" Yinrong jumped over at some point, reaching out to pull his robe.

Chengyang Muqiu was shocked, and waved his hand away, "What are you doing?!"

"...Why such a big reaction?" Yinrong was taken aback, "Your clothes are covered in blood, why don't you change them?"

"No need." Chengyang Muqiu said vigilantly.

Yinrong murmured: "If you don't change it, you don't change it. It's business. I'm your savior, right?"

This is to talk about conditions, Chengyang Muqiu nodded calmly.

Yinrong: "I know that you people pay attention to 'repaying your kindness'. As for me, I don't ask much... When you recover and can move, this fellow Taoist brother, if you have sex with me a few times, you can just repay me."

"...??!!"

... As expected!He really had such nasty thoughts about himself!

Chengyang Muqiu was angry and ashamed, are all demons so frivolous?How could he, a majestic seven-foot man, suffer such humiliation and sell his body to a monster?But before she could say "Don't have a dream of spring and autumn", she heard Yinrong complained again: "However, you are so seriously injured, the treatment will cost a lot of Lingshi, and I don't know if it is worth the price."

...?

What do you mean, did you make yourself sentimental?

Silver Velvet crawled onto the bed rustlingly. The young man was thin, but the bed was really tight, and it was very difficult to accommodate two people. He had to curl up his big fluffy tail, and said naturally: "So, I have to first Check the goods."