What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

It was a sunny day with no clouds in the sky. Yinrong went to bed late and woke up early as usual. Although she was tired, she was full of fighting spirit because of her longing.

All the spirit stones I earned were used to buy medicine for my own furnace, but I was still struggling. Yinrong yawned, forced her eyelids up, and went to Huajie early as usual. In fact, Huajie is quiet during the day, and many girls don’t get up until after noon. , but the work in the yard is too much to finish from early in the morning.

A day's work starts with sweeping.

Yinrong dragged a big broom taller than him, yawning and sweeping from the east end of the yard to the flower corridor, a figure suddenly flashed in the corridor shaded by flowers and trees.

Before Yinrong could see clearly, it was dark in front of his eyes.

The silver velvet was put into a special black cloth bag. No matter how hard you struggled, even if it turned into its original shape, it couldn't be scratched with sharp claws. Suddenly, I realized: this is an intermediate magic weapon, only for monks and magic power below the foundation establishment. Lowly goblins work.

As for the guy who likes to collect this kind of strange magic weapon, he happened to know one.

"Big mouth! What are you doing?"

Outside the cloth bag, Toad Jingtu Yuandao laughed loudly: "He has a pretty good head, but unfortunately his aptitude is too poor, so he's just useless no matter what."

Yinrong kicked angrily through the cloth bag, but unfortunately the cloth bag dissipated most of the force, and it still didn't hurt or itch when it hit Tu Dazui.

Tu Dazui: "I just like your cute, wasted effort."

Silver Velvet didn't move: "What are you going to do?"

Tu Dazui walked steadily: "Little Yinronger, there is no doubt that you are a good-for-nothing, but do you know what is more tragic than a good-for-nothing?"

"It's a beautiful waste." He asked himself, "beautiful, but has no self-protection ability, just like you. I can't wait to taste you, but you are too good at hiding, ever since I almost If you succeed, you will move to some corner, you will no longer appear in the Hongxiu Tower, and you will not hang out in crowded places, so you are so afraid of me?"

Silver Fleece: "..."

Tu Dazui: "When you were in Hongxiu Tower, your master was like a hen guarding her cubs, staying close to every step, so I didn't find a chance to do it until now. Why isn't he here today? Finally couldn't help but go back to gamble?"

Silver Fleece: "..."

Tu Dazui: "Speaking of which, you, like your non-male and non-female master, also practice dual repair and mending techniques. He is a bitch who can do his best. Why do you pretend to be noble and refuse to give in—"

Before the words fell, Tu Dazui felt the Qiankun bag lighten behind him, could it be...?But it shouldn't be!How could that little trash like Yinrong escape from the shackles?

However, immediately after, Tu Dazui's eyes blurred, a large ball of fiery red hair flashed past his eyes, and then he felt a tingling pain on his face and neck, and it was actually a little fox that bit him!

The hair on Yinrong's whole body exploded, biting Tu Dazui's throat tightly, and at the same time let out a low growl of a cub——

It's obviously not a human language, but Tu Dazui understands it:

My master is not a whore!He is practicing!You are a bastard!Even if this demon is a double cultivation, not everyone can do it, especially a toad like you!

Tu Dazui was so angry that his neck and cheeks swelled up, and at the same time the silver velvet was ejected, he sacrificed a magic weapon, and the white light flashed, and the silver velvet's hind legs felt a sharp pain, but he still endured the pain , fled desperately.

Tu Dazui never expected that Yinrong's cultivation would improve by leaps and bounds in a short period of time, and he escaped from the Qiankun bag unexpectedly, and caught him off guard.

But Yinrong also knew in his heart that with his own strength, it would be too small to keep his virginity, and he might die. He had to escape as soon as possible. It was better to have a broken leg than to lose his life.

When he was about to die, he could always unleash his endless potential. Yinrong endured the pain in his leg and tried his best to escape from the sky. When he ran into the house, Chengyang Muqiu panicked. Clutching the notebook in his hand, he frowned immediately: "What's wrong with you?"

The little fox was limping, the fur on its hind legs was wet, and it smelled like blood.

Yinrong knew that it was easier to treat wounds in a humanoid state without hair, so while taking out herbs from the storage bell, she transformed back into a boyish form and climbed onto the bed, "Brother, help me deal with it, it hurts so much."

The young man's voice trembled a little, which made people feel distressed. Chengyang Muqiu took the hemostatic herbal medicine, and without a word, he pushed aside his red coat, and he was really naked inside, and the wound was actually on the inner thigh.

Fair skin, scarlet pus and blood, the comparison of the two, the whiter is whiter, the red is redder, shocking.

"..."

In order for him to see the wound clearly, Yinrong was lying on the bed enduring the pain with her buttocks pouted slightly, she couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you do it?"

Chengyang Muqiu's voice was inexplicably cold: "This herb is very irritating and will hurt very much."

It turned out that he was caring about himself, Yinrong was a little touched: "Well, good medicine tastes so good, don't be afraid that I will hurt, just move—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Before the word "hand" was finished, it turned into a scream that was caught off guard. Yinrong was so painful that tears came out, and asked in a nasal voice: "Are you willing to let me hurt?"

Chengyang Muqiu said with a cold face, "Good medicine tastes bitter."

Yinrong: "..." All right, you have said everything.

Chengyang Muqiu: "How did you do it?"

Yinrong felt that all the sensations in her body were gone, leaving only the burning pain at the junction of her buttocks and legs, and said perfunctorily, "I was hurt by a bastard."

Chengyang Muqiu only felt that the stagnant air in his chest these days was about to reach its limit, and maybe today was the critical point of the outbreak, so he asked coldly, "Is he perverted?"

Yinrong said without hesitation, "Pervert!" There is probably no monster in this world more perverted and annoying than Tu Dazui!

Chengyang Muqiu: "..." Very well, Yinrong not only does skin and meat business, but also meets perverted customers. No wonder he came back so early today. These days, he left early and returned late, earning a lot of spiritual stones.

According to Chengyang Muqiu's initial inertial thinking, he would definitely think, "As expected of a seductive monster, he has no shame, and he deserves to be injured like this, but he has been taken care of by Yinrong for so long, and he can't do it again." I can't say such heartless words.

A little pauper like Yinrong, who could barely afford food, didn't betray his appearance, but in order to heal himself to buy medicine, he entered a dirty place like Hongxiulou, willing to degenerate, hurt by this unspeakable place.

Chengyang Muqiu unconsciously squeezed the remaining herbs into grass juice, and exhaled, "Silver velvet."

With his back turned to him, Yin Rong didn't dare to move because he was afraid of the pain, so he agreed, "Huh?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "I won't take the wound medicine anymore."

Enduring the pain, Yinrong straightened up and turned her head, and asked nervously: "What? Are those medicines ineffective? That's right, your internal injury is mostly healed, maybe you should change the prescription, I'll ask Master to check your pulse again."

Chengyang Muqiu: "That's not what it means."

Yinrong: "Although my master is not a medical practitioner, he is well-informed and knowledgeable. Look, the prescriptions he prescribed are still useful..."

"I mean," Chengyang Muqiu interrupted him, "don't go to that kind of place to make money anymore. It's dangerous."

Yinrong blinked her big amber eyes and let out a large teardrop from the pain, but said happily, "Brother, are you caring for me?"

Chengyang Muqiu pursed his lips and did not answer.

Yinrong: "People's hearts are made of meat. I know it even if you don't tell me. I treat you well. You don't hate me that much anymore. Master said..."

"I don't hate you." Chengyang Muqiu said suddenly.

Yinrong raised her tear-filled eyes, curled her lips, and said in a low voice, "Liar."

After all, he concentrated on enduring the pain.

The medicinal properties of that herb were fierce, and the moment he spoke, the whole piece of silver velvet started to hurt from his thigh to half of his buttocks. The black jade finger fell to the ground and hit the grass juice squeezed out a moment ago, and the herb juice instantly turned into flying smoke.

"Can you stop calling?"

"?" Yinrong sniffed, "It hurts."

Chengyang Muqiu: "If it hurts, yell out loud, don't do this, you make me..."

He hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't say "what's his name?" instead, he stopped beating around the bush and expressed his feelings straightly: "Yinrong, don't go to Hongxiulou, my leg has basically healed up, as for the other injuries, medicine and stones won't help." , you don’t intend to make any more money.”

"As for double cultivation," Chengyang Muqiu said slowly, one word at a time, "it's better to be with me, and stop catering to the benefactor who hurt you."