What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

Chengyang Muqiu looked at the little Maotuan'er tilting his head and smiling obsequiously, and his heart was filled with anger. With a thought, he lifted the restraint, and the next moment, Yinrong changed back to his youthful appearance without warning.

He was still wearing the loose "basic style", because he hadn't realized that he had turned back into a human being, and the tail behind his buttocks was still swaying wildly, lifting the hem of the red fur, revealing two naked long straight legs.

Chengyang Muqiu's eyelids twitched: "Stand still!"

Yinrong was taken aback, and hung his tail obligingly. At the same time, the smile froze on his face, and his mouth slowly shrunk. He was born tender and cute, and his expression looked pitiful.

However, Chengyang Muqiu didn't know how to pity and cherish jade at all, and said with a sullen face: "This is all a good thing you did?"

Then, without waiting for Yinrong to speak, he ordered: "Turn around and lie down."

Silver Fleece: "!"

This tone, this word Yinrong is too familiar, when he was mischievous when he was a child, the master would say with a sullen face, "Turn around, lie down", and then he would be a buttock.

But with his master, he can still act like a baby and beg for mercy, maybe he can get away with it. Facing this ruthless immortal ancestor, he didn't even dare to defend himself.

Yinrong knelt directly on the dirt he dug up, and didn't mind that there were many puppets beside him—they weren't real people anyway—and honestly followed the rules every time he was beaten, and lifted up the hem of his clothes , pouted ass.

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

Punishment of disciples is nothing more than rod punishment or confinement, which has always been the responsibility of the Discipline Hall. He just gives orders, and the deacon disciples execute them. This is the first time Chengyang Muqiu personally punishes.

But although he has never punished himself, he has also watched the punishment, and he has never encountered such... unrestrained, the drawn whip was held in the air, and it didn't fall down.

Chengyang Muqiu's first reaction was not to reprimand Yinrong, but to order all the puppets to retreat.

Then he ordered sharply: "Put on your clothes! How decent is it?"

Yinrong had already closed her eyes to endure the pain, but when she heard this, she was taken aback for a moment, and Chengyang Muqiu urged her again, with obvious disgust in her tone, and added: "This is the name of your Bewitching Monster." Means? Boring."

Yinrong got up again, put down the clothes properly, stood upright and didn't dare to make a sound, but silently complained in his heart: This monster's butt is white and upturned, why is it boring?That's not what you said when you pestered me for Shuangxiu.

But he also understands in his heart that the current Chengyang Muqiu is not what it used to be, no matter whether he is pretending or really losing his memory, no matter what, he is now the high-ranking sect master Xianzun, who has no affection for him.

Yinrong has a good idea in his heart, and when he understands this, he doesn't feel sad. Instead, he is glad that there is such a small episode, which seems to have escaped the board - Chengyang Muqiu flicked the sleeves of the gorgeous robe embroidered with green bamboo patterns , then strode away.

Yinrong heaved a sigh of relief, and rolled his eyes towards his back. In the past, the master would only spank his buttocks when he damaged expensive clothes, decorations, and furniture. Now it is just planing. With just a few flowers, the ancestor of Chengyang became so angry, it's too stingy.

But the complaints are the ones, and Yinrong still chased after him like a dog.

"Brother Xianzun?" Yinrong called sweetly, "I didn't know you would feel disgusted. When my master beat me before, he always had to take off his clothes."

Chengyang Muqiu ignored him, pursed his lips and strode forward, he felt that his ears and Moyu's fingers were a little hot, it was not a good time to teach the little vixen a lesson.

But Yinrong was very clueless, still had a hot face and a cold butt, and couldn't keep up with Chengyang Muqiu's two long legs, so he trotted all the way, "Because when I was beaten, I used to put a piece of cloth in my trousers. A layer of cotton wool, Master doesn't believe me!"

"Brother Xianzun, I promise you, if you want to hit me in the future, I will wear a thin layer of obscene pants, so that your eyes will not be stained with nakedness, and I will not use cotton wool to cheat."

"..." Chengyang Muqiu couldn't bear it anymore, "Shut up."

The tall young man stopped without warning, Yinrong didn't react, and bumped into his back.

The moment the body touched, Yinrong flicked away in a hurry, and said first: "I didn't mean it! Brother Xianzun, I know you hate me, so I didn't touch you on purpose."

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

The other party's attitude of admitting his mistake was so good, but Chengyang Muqiu had nothing to say, and finally he only said with a sullen face: "Don't call me brother."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm used to it, Immortal Venerable...uh, Chengyang Immortal Venerable."

Chengyang Muqiu: "I think you are a first-time offender. Today, I will face the wall and think about my mistakes. From now on, I am not allowed to go near that flower field. Once again, I will punish you for several crimes. I will definitely beat you to pieces."

Silver Velvet is so disciplined that no one can find fault with it: "Yes."

"..." Chengyang Muqiu, "Come here."

Instead, Yinrong took a step back, clutching his buttocks and raised his voice: "Didn't it be agreed not to fight? You, you, you are the head of the sect. If you can't speak, it doesn't count!"

Chengyang Muqiu: "...Come here."

Yinrong walked over with three steps, but he didn't wait for the pain of flesh and blood, but felt the black leather rope around his neck being pulled up, and the head of Chengyang was holding his "dog bell" to look carefully.

The leather rope around the neck was not too long, which caused the distance between the two of them to be extremely close, and their breaths were almost entangled.

It's a pity that being close to Yang Muqiu in the same city now doesn't make Yinrong dream about anything, he swallowed loudly, and nervously separated the relationship: "This bell can't be taken off." It's not that I don't want to untie it, and I want to be away from you on purpose. so close!

Chengyang Muqiu didn't dislike him any more this time, he just asked, "Where did the bell come from?"

Yinrong said honestly: "My master said that when he picked me up, he had this bell. At that time, he saw that the bell was a treasure. At first he only wanted to pick up the bell, but later he found that he couldn't get it off, so he kept it in a daze. I……"

"When did your master pick you up?"

"It's been 300 years," Yinrong said shyly, "My aptitude is very poor, and it's only within a hundred years that I can transform into a form. I'm afraid I'm the lowest-cultivated monster clan in this age group."

Chengyang Muqiu let go of the bell thoughtfully, and said nothing.

Looking at his face, Yinrong felt that the Immortal Venerable was a bit strange, that the old man was a little uncertain, who knew if he would get angry again, and it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he coughed softly: "Then I will retreat to the lower wall ?”

Chengyang Muqiu gave a cold "hmm".

"Uh, this is for you." Yinrong took out a spiritual flower with green petals and snow-white leaves from the storage bell, "I think this flower is strange and suitable for you, so I want to pick it off and give it to you."

Chengyang Muqiu looked at him for a long while before taking Lingshu Bilan with a complicated expression, "You went to plan the medicine field, just to pick flowers for me?"

Yinrong smiled shyly: "Yes." No wonder!

He is a big monster raised in the countryside. His favorite spare time activity is eating grass and flowers. I just gnawed on this kind of green flower and thought it was sweet and delicious. The petals are fat and big enough. More fragrant!He was planning to hide it privately and keep it for himself, and now he is giving him a share, just to calm the immortal.

However, this young Ruthless Dao Patriarch obviously had no heart, and still said with a blank face: "I will not be an example."

Silver fleece had no choice but to roll non-stop.

Yinrong knew that he was terribly disliked, even though there were many pavilions, terraces, pavilions, pavilions, pavilions and corridors in Henggao's residence, but he couldn't get in even a side room, so he honestly chose a room that could not be exposed to the sun. Under the corner of the eaves, stand facing the wall.

Henggaoju was full of puppet puppets wandering around, he didn't dare to be lazy, for fear of being watched by them, he made a small report to his own stove, and then made up for it, but the gain outweighed the loss.

In this way, Yinrong stood from the scorching sun to the west of Jinwu, and finally looked forward to the return of the ancestor Chengyang, and opened his golden mouth to say: "Follow me."

Yinrong stood for too long, and as soon as she was able to move, her legs were a little out of control, and she staggered and almost fell.

Although Chengyang Muqiu didn't help, he also stopped, and when Yinrong followed, he slowed down a little.

The destination turned out to be the bedroom of the sect master Xianzun, Yin Rong hesitated at the door and dared not enter.

"I called you in."

Yinrong said "Oh" and followed in nervously. As soon as he entered the door, he was hit by a book, "Take it and memorize it, and check it in three days."

Silver Fleece: "!!!"

It was "Introduction to Qi Training", and Yinrong wailed: "It's so thick, I can't carry it!" One of the reasons for the decline of the Yaozu is also because there is no serious inheritance of exercises, and Yinrong only follows her own family. Master has learned charm, but because of his poor aptitude, he has never even dabbled in divination.

While slowly taking off his nightgown, Chengyang Muqiu said indifferently: "If you make a mistake in a word, make a mistake."

Yinrong was so frightened that a pair of fluffy fox ears stuck to her head, she turned around and left with the book in her arms, "Then I'll go read." The room was too dark, and there was moonlight outside anyway.

But the door of the bedroom closed automatically, and Chengyang Muqiu lay down on the large carved bed, pointing to the cushion in the corner of the room, "Where do you sleep."

Silver Fleece: "..."

"This deity will not let you go out to mess around alone," Chengyang Muqiu said, "I will recite the book tomorrow morning, when will I raise my cultivation to the level before your Dudan, and when will I be able to leave."

Silver Velvet: "..."

The ancestor of emotion is going to use the method of teaching to make up for his half of the demon core. Logically speaking, having such a powerful person to give advice in person is a good opportunity that ordinary people can't even dream of. But Yinrong has self-knowledge and feels Even if the god Da Luo came down to teach, his rotten wood would not be able to carve flowers.

"This is too troublesome. In fact, let's double cultivate five more times, no, three times, maybe three times, I can get back the demon pill, and I won't bother you anymore."

"...Don't mention this again."

According to Yinrong's experience, when his own furnace spoke in such a tone, his face must have blushed, but the room was very dark, and there was a curtain between the beds, so he couldn't see Chengyang Muqiu's face at all.

But after thinking about it, I know that Mr. Lu Ding is not what he used to be, and it is too late to bother him, so how could he blush?

Yinrong said lazily: "Otherwise, don't repay the favor, I'm stupid, I can't learn."

"Shut up," Chengyang Muqiu said decisively, "Sleep."

"..."

Yinrong shut his mouth, squatted in the corner and glanced at the futon—it was a dog mat, and he couldn't sleep on it in his human form.

Chengyang Muqiu was lying on the bed, but he didn't fall asleep as usual. Through the veil, he saw the fox-eared boy turned into a little ball of hair and climbed up the mat. The mat was not big, so he curled up Very round, looking fluffy and soft, fluffy little ball.

In the next few days, Yinrong really behaved a lot. At night, he turned into a little fox and slept with Chengyang Muqiu on the futon far away. During the day, he melancholy recited books under the eyes of Chengyang's ancestor, and never went to the medicine field again. The black robe that digs holes in the ground, or bites the puppet, is either flawed, or the silver fleece refuses to change after repeated admonitions, and will always call out "brother" habitually.

But most of the time, one person and one fox are reading quietly, which can be called harmony. The head of Chengyang is very quiet, and even thinks it is acceptable to have such a little pet by his side.

It seems that getting along with people is not so unbearable.

This tranquility and beauty lasted until the evening of the third day.

Before Chengyang Muqiu checked his homework, Yinrong knelt down with his back to the immortal, grabbed the ground with his head, and pouted his buttocks. This time he kept his promise and conjured up a pair of thin obscene pants, so thin that they could outline a straight body. With a plump silhouette, there is absolutely no possibility of cheating by hiding cotton wool. There is only a big fluffy tail that flicks back and forth uneasily.

"I really can't memorize it, brother head, you should beat me."