What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

"What did you say?" What teasing?

The tone of Chengyang Muqiu's words became more serious, causing the disciples to fall to their knees in shock, "Master Patriarch atones for sins! Disciples dare not speak nonsense!"

Chengyang Muqiu glared at Yinrong, his eyes were too sharp, Yinrong retracted his tongue in fright, licked his nose nervously, and shrank his body at the same time, making him look rounder.

This reunion was faster and more incredible than he had imagined, completely beyond his expectations.

Yinrong can accept that her own furnace is Chen Shimei, who is a deceitful demon pill, but she can't accept that he is the ancestor of the immortal sect.

This is too outrageous, even more bizarre than the story of Mr. Storyteller, and the storybooks dare not make it up like this.

In addition to being surprised, he was more afraid. Although Yinrong worshiped Daoist Zhaoyu, he also knew his thunderous methods against the monsters, so it was a kind of worship of "Ye Gong loves dragons", which can be viewed from a distance and not be played with.

And Yinrong quickly saw how majestic the ancestor Chengyang was.

The air pressure was so low that people were sweating profusely, Chengyang Muqiu's face sank like water, and he asked slowly: "Who did he molested and how did he molested, please tell me carefully."

Brothers and sisters looked at each other, and no one dared to answer. In the end, the person involved wiped off his sweat and said falteringly, "Back to the master master, it's me."

"I, we were having a drink at Jingshui Restaurant, and suddenly that vixen came over. My disciple is not good at learning, and fell into his charm. I only smelled his body, and then I felt that he was sitting on my lap. Legs, uh legs..."

Suddenly there was an ear-piercing muffled sound, and after a pause, the blue brick in front of him was broken, and the cracks spread from the feet of his ancestor.

Qingtang shook violently: "Master, forgive me! Disciple, disciple didn't let him succeed, so he pushed him away quickly! Taiwei sect's school rules - don't get entangled with monster races, disciples don't let him go for a moment. Dare to forget! It’s all because of that demon fox’s shamelessness and sinister intentions. Turning into such a beautiful young man must be an illusion, yes, it must be their sorcery to seduce monsters. With a foxy appearance, bluffing and deceiving, the purpose is to attract people's yang energy..."

That night, Qingtang and other disciples only saw Yinrong's disguised appearance, and no one could see his real face clearly. The warriors who threw themselves into the arms of their ancestors connected.

After he finished his trembling defense, Chengyang Muqiu slowly asked: "Did you push him away?"

"Ah?" Qingtang explained too much, almost forgot what he said, he was stunned before he realized that Master had grasped such an important point, and hurriedly said, "Yes."

Chengyang Muqiu said flatly: "But he still bumped into you."

Qingtang: "?"

The second monk Qingtang Zhang was puzzled, wondering why the head master insisted on this point, so he heard Chengyang Muqiu sternly said: "Who allows you to go down the mountain to drink without permission? You are so indulged in drinking and sex, you can see that you have not put your mind on it." Focus on cultivation! Especially Qing Tang! Everyone goes to the Discipline Hall to receive punishment, and Qing Tang receives heavy punishment."

This voice made everyone kowtow and prostrate on the ground, not daring to breathe, only a few people who were close, caught a glimpse from the corner of their eyes, and saw his master Xianzun pull out the red hair ball, holding it up and looking at it After a while, he put it in his arms and drifted away.

A group of disciples were left looking at each other.

"Did I misunderstand, just now the old master, the ancestor, hugged that fox meizi into his arms?"

"It should be difficult to carry. That fox is round and covered in fur. It's easier to carry it in your arms."

"Qingtang, did you offend the master that day? How do I feel..." A young disciple looked around, lowered his voice, and said, "I feel that today's punishment is a bit, uh..."

After all, he didn't dare to say "deliberately finding fault", but everyone felt sympathetic - Taiwei Sect had never had any bans on 'no drinking' and 'no going down the mountain without permission'.

After this question, Qingtang suddenly remembered that night, the demon fox that jumped into the arms of the ancestor, today the old man took away a demon fox, how did he ever offend the ancestor?It's just that today, he was severely punished after being almost sat on the lap of the fox-eared boy... Could it be a coincidence?Is there such a coincidence?

Qingtang didn't dare to think about it carefully, but made up his mind silently. When he saw that demon fox in the future, he must hide as far away as possible. Sect Master Xianzun said that we should be punished, so we should be punished."

The words hit the spotlight, and everyone went to the Discipline Hall to receive their punishment in dejection. A young disciple asked weakly: "Then what about this rabbit? Will it be sent to the Monster Execution Hall?"

Send it to the Monster Execution Hall, how can it survive?

"Don't!" Qingtang said instinctively, "Don't kill me!"

"That's right, since the master personally intervened with these two little demons, it's unknown if he wants to deal with them himself, so let's raise them first and wait for his elders to show them." The leading disciple also said.

"What do you think will happen to that demon fox?"

"The master has always hated the monster race, especially this kind of enchanting and charming crooked way that relies on sucking people's yang energy to cultivate. It should be more ominous than ominous."

Yinrong Benhu also felt that this time, he was shivering in his own stove—ah no, he was trembling in Daoist Chaoyu's arms.

Daojun's embrace was as strong and wide as in memory, but he was much colder and more ruthless. Yinrong suspected that his death was imminent, so he licked his nose nervously, and clamped his big fluffy tail even tighter.

He thought that the famous Chengyang Patriarch, who was like a fairy, must live in Qiongge in Xianshan Mountain, with servants like clouds, but he saw Henggao's residence with his own eyes, but it was quite different from what he imagined.

Wulian Peak is one of the ten thousand treasures of geomantic omen. It contains a rare heaven-level spiritual vein underneath. Surrounded by veins, it is composed of Qionglou and Jinque, which are scattered high and low. It is indeed called Beiquezhu Palace, Yaotai Langyuan, and it is so luxurious that it is dizzying.

But there is not a single living thing in the huge Henggaoju!

Except for one of them and one fox, they are all puppets wearing black hoods, with hands made of thin wooden sticks stretched out from the hoods, looking from a distance, they look like a large group of puppets with thin legs and round bellies The giant spider, the style of painting changes from fairyland to the underworld in an instant.

Silver Fleece was even more frightened.

But Chengyang Muqiu still held the hair on the nape of his neck and pulled the hair ball out of his arms.

"Tell me." Chengyang Muqiu said, "What did you do to me a few months ago?"

Silver Velvet: "...嘿嘤嘤QAQ"

Chengyang Muqiu frowned, "The original body can't speak?"

Yinrong stared at a pair of round amber eyes, licked his nose nervously, and nodded his head with great effort because the back of his neck was being grabbed.

"...Change back." Chengyang Muqiu ordered, let go of his hands after speaking, and threw the little fox on the ground casually. The half-kneeling posture stabilizes the figure, but the clothes conjured up in a hurry are the most commonly used ones - the way of dressing taught by Taoist Dongliu.

She was dressed in a fiery red fox fur, hanging loosely on her body, revealing half of her round shoulders, a black leather rope hung on her straight collarbone, a black jade bell dangled from it, and a pair of fluffy ochre-colored fox ears on her head, The hem of the red fur coat also reveals the tip of the fluffy tail, and a section of straight white legs. The young man has black hair and snow skin, and a pair of amber eyes. He is looking at Chengyang Muqiu timidly, which further complements the whole People are so tender that water can be squeezed out, and they are naturally charming.

Chengyang Muqiu frowned fiercely, subconsciously squeezed the Qingxin finger on the thumb of his left hand, and reprimanded: "Put on your clothes!"

Yinrong was reprimanded for no reason, and trembled in fright, then obediently pulled up her clothes and stood upright, as if being punished to stand.

Due to the coercive power of the ancestor Chengyang, he actually forgot all the grievances and accusations he had made.

Even though there was no one in Heng Gaoju panting except for the two of them, Chengyang Muqiu still habitually sat upright, and the simple movement of raising his chin was full of the majesty that the superiors could not refuse: "I heard that you saved me a few months ago. Let me tell you now, what happened between you and me, don't hide it."

Silver Velvet: "..."

Seeing that Yin Rong didn't speak, but looked at himself with extremely complicated eyes, Chengyang Muqiu frowned: "Why?" What kind of trick is this vixen playing?

Yin Rong almost slammed the words "knowing the truth" on his face, when Chengyang Muqiu said coldly: "I don't have time to waste with you."

Looking at him like that, it seemed that he was about to make a move.

At this point, Yinrong's full of grievances were finally activated: "You, don't deceive people too much! Is it interesting to play with me by pretending to have amnesia? You have lied to me for so long, the injury has healed, and people have returned to Taiwei , Am I already useless, why, you haven’t played enough yet?”

Pretending to be amnesiac?After thinking for a while, Chengyang Muqiu guessed that the little vixen had misunderstood something, but he didn't intend to explain, his face was calm, and he motioned for him to continue.

Some emotions, once they start, are like a flood from the gate, and they can't be stopped at all, just say it!

How did silver velvet save him in Snow Cave Valley like a bean in a bamboo tube, how did he work hard to buy pills to heal his illnesses, how did he sneak into the underground palace behind his back at the risk of his life in a critical moment, and took the demon pill All kinds of things that were given to him... unceremoniously talk about them one by one.

Yin Rong didn't feel wronged by his temperament, he specifically picked out his own sacrifices, and described it embellished, he didn't want to be like those protagonists in the storybook who made misunderstandings, being a good guy who hides and makes sacrifices silently, In the end, he was bruised all over his body, and only then was he known by his lover, and in exchange for a little pity from the other party...it was too worthless, he didn't want to do this!

Since he wanted to hear it, then he said, it's best to say it to make the other party feel guilty, to make the other party feel ashamed, and it can be considered as a solution to his hatred.

However, Chengyang Muqiu was like a hard-hearted puppet. After hearing this accusation, he was still unmoved, and asked the wrong point: "You gave me half a demon pill? How did you give it to me?" of?"

Seeing his heartless appearance, Yinrong's last idol filter about "Chengyang Patriarch" was also shattered, and he even lowered his fear and aggrieved anger, and said dryly: "We Meiyao has a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to transfer half of a demon pill into the other person's body when performing the Dunlun ceremony, which can save someone's life in a critical moment, but our own cultivation will be greatly reduced. If it is discounted, it will become extremely weak, unless...after the other party recovers, have sex again, and melt the half coin back in the same way."

Chengyang Muqiu was thoughtful, bewitching the demon, Du Dan, in this way, the strange spiritual flow in his body could be explained.

It's just...he looked at the fox-eared boy opposite him expressionlessly, but his mood was a bit complicated. In other words, he had indeed double-cultivated with a seductive monster.

Ruthless Dao cultivates the heart, not the body. The absurd things you did when you lost your memory will probably not affect the Dao... When Chengyang Muqiu was thinking silently, Yinrong opened his mouth again: "At that time , We are in that underground palace, it is very cold, the air is filled with a lingering smell of rotting corpses, the ground is very cold, but your body is very hot."

He suspected that he wouldn't survive tonight, so he just broke the jar, made up his mind to disgust Chengyang Muqiu, and deliberately said viciously, "Your work is very bad, and it hurts me every time, but that time you didn't Except, it is clear that you have been seriously injured and cannot move—”

"Shut up!" Chengyang Muqiu couldn't bear it anymore, when he got up suddenly and approached Yinrong, his ears were already a little red - angry.

He has been in a high position for a long time, and he has never seen anyone who dares to speak rudely to him in hundreds of years—let alone a monster, according to his behavior, he should have slapped him to death long ago.

However, Yinrong reacted faster, said enough nonsense, and said it out loud, and admitted it with lightning speed, "shua" suddenly turned back into a little fox, shrunk to the corner, and the whole fox lay flat , with a big fluffy tail curled up in front of the body, and a pair of fox ears on the top of the head sticking back tightly, making the small head appear rounder.

It's very cowardly.

"..." Chengyang Muqiu couldn't vent his anger, and it stuck in his throat.

He has killed eight thousand monsters if not ten thousand in his life. Squeezing silver velvet to death is almost like crushing an ant. However, the raised hand can't fall down.

This feels very strange, as if there is a weak but firm voice in the depths of my soul, reminding and stopping myself, I can't treat him like this, he is different from other monsters; there is also a distant and sour emotion in my heart—— Not long ago, he also had such an emotional fluctuation. At that time, he heard that Yinrong had molested that little disciple named Qingtang, so he couldn't help but send Qingtang to the Discipline Hall to receive punishment-but after careful investigation, it was like fishing for a moon in water, what? I didn't catch it either, I couldn't figure out why I became like this.

Chengyang Muqiu pinched the Moyu finger on his thumb irritably, and found a high-sounding reason for himself: "I don't kill you because I owe you karma."

Yinrong thought that he was bound to die, but he didn't expect to turn around, so he raised his fluffy fox ears in surprise, and looked at Chengyang Muqiu with bright amber eyes, "Hey, hey, hey, hey!? "

——Then will you return the demon pill to me? ?

His half demon pill doesn't carry too much profound cultivation, and he can be saved without too many double cultivations.

"The causal deity that owes you will pay back," Chengyang Muqiu said coolly, "but it will be done in my way. Dual cultivation is absolutely impossible. Don't daydream."

After saying that, the ancestor Chengyang disappeared from Yinrong's eyes out of thin air, and the door was automatically locked, leaving Yinrong, a fox, standing there dumbfounded with complicated emotions.

Did he narrowly escape death?There was too much information this day, and Yinrong huddled in the corner alone, with a gorgeous glazed brick under his soft belly. He stared at his own reflection in a daze, and hugged it with his claws for a long time. The tail took a bite, and then it blew up from the pain.

... well, this is not a dream.

His own furnace is indeed the most powerful city in the world, Yangheng, and he was thrown into a majestic room like a fairy palace by his old man, and he was suspected of being locked up. He kept saying "ready to repay the favor", but three times Zhen Jiu strongly refused to touch him.

fuck you.

This is not the time for you to be pestering this demon and double cultivator.Do you think this demon is willing to double cultivate with you?The job sucks, every time it hurts me so much that I cry, even if you imprison me here...

……and many more.

Yinrong rolled his eyes, that's right, since he left himself behind, and because of "karma" - all cultivators believe in karma in heaven - he wouldn't take his own life, so what is he afraid of? Woolen cloth?

He has plenty of time, anyway, if he can't get back the demon pill, he won't leave!

To be a fox, you must be able to bend and stretch, and feel wronged for a while, and coax him in a low-key way, and you can always hook people, coaxing him to practice double cultivation with yourself several times. !When the time comes, everyone will return from the bridge to the bridge, and he will take back the demon pill and leave without leaving him even a fox fur. How neat and tidy it is!

After Yinrong made up his mind, he gradually calmed down, and after an unknown amount of time, he rolled into a ball and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky had already completely darkened. Yinrong got up, shook her hair, and walked to the door of the room on tiptoe, tentatively arched it with her nose...the door opened!

When was the ban lifted?Yinrong didn't know about it at all, but it didn't stop him from smelling Chengyang Muqiu's scent to find someone.

Silver Velvet is a fox, with a keen sense of smell like all canine monsters, and can quickly smell the direction of his own furnace—the only obstacle is those puppets in cloaks, who work silently in the night under the heavy dew, Walking, looks even scarier.

However, those puppets had probably been instructed by their masters, and they were doing their jobs on their own. No one attacked Silver Fleece, and even gave way when Silver Fleece approached.

Yinrong then took courage and frowned, and walked all the way to Chengyang Muqiu's bedroom.

Carefully pushing open a crack in the door, Yinrong tilted his fluffy head to look over, and couldn't help moving his fox ears in surprise—didn't it be said that after Yuanying, one could completely replace sleep with meditation and breath adjustment?Why is the number one power in the world still sleeping?

Ancestor Chengyang was still a tall and handsome young man, a few strands of starlight leaking through the window sprinkled on his face, allowing Yinrong to see clearly, the immortal was still soundly asleep.

Yinrong licked his nose, made up his mind after a while, and pushed the door open with his paws. The whole fox squeezed in, and climbed onto the bed. It's bigger, wealth and wealth are sought in danger, you lied to me first, I have to pick it up anyway, and get back what belongs to me.

Chengyang Muqiu's eyelashes trembled, but they didn't move at all. Immediately afterwards, he felt a cold plum-like, bewitching fragrance. The ball of waxy hair behind him turned into a slender, naked fox-eared boy in an instant.