What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

After Yinrong died in the "dream" as the demon king Xiangmei, she became conscious again.

His body shrunk and turned into a little milk fox whose fluff hadn't completely faded. He staggered along the mountain road. There was a strong smell of blood on Luwu Mountain. There were many corpses. Even the pink and purple fairy grass was dyed dazzling. the red.

Little Yinrong and his mother have been missing for a few days, and he is very hungry. He is different from the big monster on the mountain. He is just an ordinary little wild fox. If such a big fox cub has no milk to eat, he will starve to death soon, but The silver velvet has teeth and can barely chew raw meat.

In the past few days, a lot of raw (corpse) flesh (bodies) appeared on the mountain out of thin air. Yinrong picked and gnawed some, but didn't dare to eat more. A scary man came to Luwu Mountain. Kill, the corpses on the mountain were all caused by him.

Beasts have an innate ability to perceive danger, and silver wool is no exception.

But the more you are afraid of something, the more you will come.

Little Yinrong sensed the man's murderous intent, and ran away with her claws, but she made a mistake in her busy schedule, and bumped into the man's shoe just in time.

When he was picked up and kept, Yinrong was stunned. Isn't this Brother Muqiu?And this dream, why does it seem like deja vu?

When he was wondering, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a terrifying giant beast shadow floating in the air, and couldn't help but lift his fluffy head to see clearly, but Chengyang Muqiu didn't notice it at all, and murmured : "There is no trace of evil spirit, that's all, it should not be his seed."

Yinrong was caught off guard and fell back to the ground, shaking his hair, trying to catch up with Chengyang Muqiu, but was caught by the shadow of the giant beast in the air.

The shadow couldn't go around, and made a cry that only the fox clan could understand: "Too weak, but there is no one to choose, it is you." It seemed quite reluctant.

Silver Fleece was a little unconvinced.

But immediately after, a bone-piercing cold air hit from the chest, and quickly traveled to the limbs and bones.

Yinrong felt that he was going to freeze to death.

I don't know how long it took, when Yinrong Youyou woke up, he found that his fur had turned white. He shook his ears in doubt, and turned around to look at his tail. He had just successfully molted, and it was beautiful. What about the fiery red foxtail?

The fiery red foxtail didn't see it, and Xiao Yinrong fell on all fours, and then saw another shadow walking towards him slowly, this time it wasn't a terrifying giant beast, but a human figure.

It was a man in a Taoist robe, a handsome man in his 30s, as if juggling, he took out a small and exquisite black bell, jingled it, and he smiled kindly: "Do you like it? This is a baby, use it It took most of the old man's soul power to carve it out, can I put it on for you?"

Little Yinrong instinctively liked this man, and also liked the little bell exuding a strong spiritual energy. She stuck out her little tongue excitedly, and shook her snow-white and fluffy tail.

The man talked a lot of nonsense, and while putting a bell on Yinrong, he said, "That was my apprentice just now, what do you think of him? He looks a bit fierce, but he has a good heart."

Little Yinrong couldn't understand Taoist Youci's words, so he pulled out his white belly and rushed to the tinkling little bell dishonestly. Taoist Youci then said: "I have been dead for more than 200 years, and I dare not enter the Shenheng Hall. Instead, I chose a place with a treasured geomantic omen, just to leave a wisp of remnant soul on his finger, and today my old bone really came in handy."

"The bell and the finger ring are a pair, they are the same piece of Xuanjing jade..."

Yinrong was listening intently, but Lord Youci's voice stopped abruptly, his mouth was still moving, but another majestic voice came from Yinrong's ears.

[The difficult old guy, with his petty tricks, dares to restrain me? 】

Yinrong: "Who are you? Xiangmei?"

[I am you, and you are me. 】

"You are me?"

[Humans are hateful, kill them. 】

"kill!"

The familiar restlessness came back again. Yinrong got up, and the scenery in front of him changed. All he could see were the hateful faces scorched by fire. He skillfully gathered the cold air and threw it at a person. I know that my own coldness is bound to hit the target.

But the man miraculously escaped his attack.

Yinrong was annoyed, and was about to make persistent efforts, but he heard the man recite a familiar spell, and even the voice was so familiar, sexy and warm, he liked it very much.

【What are you doing?kill him! 】

Standing under Wuliangzong's high platform, within the enchantment drawn by Chengyang Muqiu, the fox-eared boy raised his hand hesitantly, but did not make a move for a long time. It seemed that he was fighting for his body with some invisible force. Control.

Yinrong exerted all her strength to control her hand, and retorted: "No, I can't hurt him, he is..."

Who is he?Why can't you hurt him?

Just at this time, Yinrong felt a warm current, slowly pouring in from his heart, like beads rolling on a lotus plate, slowly flowing through the eight extraordinary meridians, those hateful scorched faces in front of his eyes disappeared, and Yinrong's vision fell into In the darkness, the words of Taoist Youci, who had just stopped in the middle, continued again:

"Little fox, do you know that you have just been injected with a soul by the demon king. He is unwilling, and his soul can't go away, but of the three souls and seven souls, only the soul of the master "killing" is left. When his soul is borrowed from you The moment your physical body grows, you will lose your mind and kill endlessly."

"But don't be afraid, this pair of 'bells' and 'fingers' made of Xuanjing jade both have the meaning of suppression, and the fingers are given to my apprentice to help him calm down and break through the avenue, so the bells are given to you. In fact, they are also A pair of spirit rings..." Daoist You Ci sighed, "I hope you don't need 'spirit rings'."

"If the bell is damaged, you can only strengthen this magic weapon by making a master-servant contract, so as to prevent you from losing your mind. However, from then on, you are a spiritual pet, and you must obey your master's orders for the rest of your life, and you will never be free again."

"Old Ancestor Chengyang, how does it feel to be assassinated by someone you love?" Shifang Sha asked with a smile.

Chengyang Muqiu ignored him, and continued to recite the formula silently. It was the formula used to urge Yinrong to carve Nirvana Feather every day. Demon power, but with little effect—Yinrong didn't attack Chengyang Muqiu again, but struggled instead.

Shi Fangsha guessed that this was related to the spell that Chengyang Muqiu chanted, so he couldn't help turning into a half-demon, opened his bloody mouth, and pounced on him. Injured by Gangfeng, Shifangsha is very aware of current affairs, immediately withdrew his magical powers and changed it to mental harassment: "Cheng Yangheng, no matter how much magic you use, it won't help. His bell has already fallen, and the demon king has awakened." , the young master is now only driven by this seat."

"Do you know why I keep calling him the young master? It's just so that he will do things for me in the future. He will be the puppet demon king, and I will secretly control the overall situation."

Chengyang Muqiu's concentration was extraordinary, he ignored Shifangsha, and still chanted mantras with lowered eyes.

Shi Fangsha began to pace around, sneering: "Your master thinks he's smart, and tied such a bell on him, and asked him to be your spiritual pet and obey your orders, but you have left such a big treasure, and you haven't done it for a long time. , It’s too late now, he can no longer regain his sanity, he can only be used by me.”

However, soon, Shifang Sha was slapped in the face.

Yin Rong, who "can no longer regain his sanity", seemed to be sleeping soundly, waking up from a big dream, raised his hand and tore off the tattered human skin mask, revealing his white, tender and handsome face, with clear eyes, looking at Chengyang Mu In autumn, he even grinned.

He cast a spell to turn the torn red clothes into a clean and new look, held up his palms, and made a grasping movement, and the black jade bell that had been with him since the time of Nai Tuanzi rushed towards him and fell obediently into his palm.

I don't know who shouted: "The remnants of the demon king are here!"

The scene was chaotic again, everyone avoided him like a snake and scorpion, and some people wanted to get rid of him before they were too quick, but all the open and hidden arrows were entangled by Han Su or the strong wind of the ancestor Chengyang.

The two rushed to each other through the turbulent crowd, as if they were the only two left in the world, only looking at each other.

"Master Zhaoyu! You have seen the situation just now. That vixen is a descendant of the former demon king. Are you still obsessed with obsession and disregarding the common people in the world?"

"Even I, Wan Jianzong, don't agree with you doing this! Patriarch Chengyang think twice!"

Chengyang Muqiu remained silent until he held Yinrong's hand, then glanced at the crowd, and said loudly: "Yinrong is not the son of the demon king, but was killed by the demon king, and that's why he went mad twice, each with different reasons. , Rong Muqiu explained to everyone afterwards. But this deity can guarantee with Dao Xin that there will never be a third time."

A cultivator believes in the way of heaven, and if he dares to take a heavy oath based on the heart of the law, it is enough to win people's trust.

Because of the indiscriminate lingering attack just now, everyone was a little embarrassed. After hearing Chengyang Muqiu's words, they all fell silent, gradually calmed down, and approached hesitantly, waiting for their next words.

"This deity has found a solution, which is to form a master-servant contract," Chengyang Muqiu held Yinrong's hand holding the Xuanjing jade bell with his right hand wearing a wrench, interlocked his fingers, raised it, and said to everyone, "This is a pair of spiritual rings, and it is also a magic weapon left in my bag by my master. Today, Yinrong and I will form a bond in front of fellow Taoists all over the world to show our determination."

Everyone is really relieved this time, the master-servant deed is still the bag left by the old ancestor of Chengyang, it sounds so reliable, if the demon fox is willing to be driven by Chengyang Muqiu, all the monks in the world can feel at ease .

After Chengyang Muqiu announced his decision, he softly asked Yin Rong: "Is it possible?"

The last thing Yin Rong wants in this life is to be someone else's spiritual pet, because Dong Liu ruthlessly laughed at him when he was a child for wearing a bell, like a watchdog, and he has silently hated him for a long time, even his favorite Moyu bell What's more, Dongliu has instilled in him the thought of 'Being a spiritual pet has no freedom, and it is easy to die without a place to bury'. He would rather die than form a bond with others.

But now what other way?

If he doesn't become a spiritual pet, his body will be occupied by a big monster. In a sense, Hu Yinrong is dead.

"I would rather die than make a bond with someone"?Hey, it's just that I didn't encounter a matter of life and death.Moreover, if that person were Chengyang Muqiu, things would not seem so bad, and he could even taste a little sweetness.

For life, never leave, and Chengyang Muqiu.

"Yes." Silver Fleece said, "I am willing."

Chengyang Muqiu laughed, and while re-tying the bell for Yinrong with his own hands, he taught Yinrong how to form a bond in a low voice, and asked him to say a word, so that Yinrong could learn a word.

Yinrong obediently followed the script, but vaguely felt that something was wrong.

While he was hesitating, Chengyang Muqiu suddenly lowered his body, knelt down on one knee, held the silver velvet with the finger-wrench hand, devoutly gathered the spiritual power on the Qingxin wrench finger, and used it as a medium to slowly move towards Yinrong. send cashmere.

"This, this is..."

"That's not right..."

"how come……"

The onlookers also sensed something was wrong, and because they were too shocked, it took a long time for someone to ask the question completely in disbelief: "How does the process of this ceremony look like, like Hu Yinrong is the master, and the ancestor of Chengyang is the servant?"

"That's right, it's the other way around!!"

When Yinrong heard these comments, she was also stunned on the spot, looking down at Chengyang Muqiu with a little helplessness. However, the ancestor of Chengyang himself was extremely calm, and he didn't panic at all by mistaken spells.

He still maintains the posture of kneeling on one knee, slightly raising his neck, in a pious and admiring posture, and he speaks sonorously but affectionately: "Yinrong, from today onwards, I, Chengyang Heng, will be your servant, loyal and wise. , Regardless of life and death, serve all one's life."

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