What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

The two of them didn't talk for long, when a puppet servant asked Xi He to meet Chengyang Muqiu.

Yinrong was thinking about "amnesia" in his heart, and couldn't help but follow from a distance. Chengyang Muqiu was an apprentice who met in a large hall. Yinrong didn't dare to disturb him, so he turned into a little fox at the door, curling up The big tail is lying on the stone steps.

The ochre-colored tail is fluffy and waxy, and the tip of the snow-white tail flicks and flicks. Mao Tuan'er is thinking about memories: if it is memory loss, it is really easier to explain everything after the reunion.

His own furnace turned his face and refused to recognize the fox, and his whole temperament has also changed.

Thinking about it this way, his current aura is exactly the same as when we first met.Could it be that, as Xi He said, Chengyang Muqiu did not lie to himself, but really lost his memory.

He just forgot to get along with him?

This is also...too doggy!

Yinrong thought angrily, dog man, you really are the chosen Chen Shimei!Amnesia can also be lost just right.

He was angry in his heart, and when he saw the puppet standing guard at the door, he couldn't help venting his anger - he wanted to vent his anger on something Cheng Yangheng made.

Therefore, when Xi He exited the hall, he saw the "Demon Concubine" jumping up and down, swinging her big fluffy tail, biting a puppet.

The master's puppet is described as terrifying, with a black hood, five fingers like dead branches, and because the master himself activated the puppet, it is agile, fast, elegant and treacherous... more like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Even their direct disciples still regard those puppets as childhood shadows that cannot be erased. Now that each of them can stand alone, looking at the puppets, they still feel apprehensive in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, the concubine Yao could chase and fight with them!Sure enough, it is hidden!

Xi He was in awe, and when he decided to go back, he warned all the disciples in his family to welcome Gu Feng, no one can provoke the concubine Yao...Ah, no, Mrs. Wu...Uh, Young Master Hu!

When Xi He left, Chengyang Muqiu also let go of his master's airs, paced out from the main hall, looked at his Mao Tuan'er, and was speechless for a while.

I saw Yinrong biting the back hem of a puppet doll, its hind paws scratching the ground, its waist bent, its round plush buttocks sticking out, its big tail frizzed, and it let out a threatening growl from between its teeth.

It's a pity that the fox is too small, full of momentum but not strong enough, and the puppet can drag him away with a single move.Mao Tuan'er was dragged all the way and refused to let go. When he passed the stone steps, he was hit by a raised relief sculpture to his buttocks, and the whole fox was bumped...it hurts to look at it.

Chengyang Muqiu couldn't bear it anymore, he made a magic trick, and picked up the silver velvet from the air.

Silver Velvet: "...嘤QAQ"

Chengyang Muqiu said expressionlessly: "Do you really regard yourself as a spiritual pet?"

Yinrong licked his nose, looked at him tearfully with a pair of amber eyes, uttered words, and said aggrievedly, "I'm so fucking ballsy."

Chengyang Muqiu: "........."

Yinrong's eyes rolled: "It hurts so much, can you rest for half a day and recite the book at night?"

The ancestor of Chengyang was strict with himself, and even more strict with others. He was always stern and unselfish to his disciples, and he treated all his disciples equally.

Such a troublesome and squeamish little thing should be punished for endorsement. If there are a few words missing, he will type a few boards. Even if his skin is torn, he must finish the task assigned by him.

The head of Chengyang gave a final cold snort, and let go of Yinrong: "As you wish."

After the spell expired, Silver Velvet did not fall to the ground, but was gently supported, and finally fell to the ground. He shook his hair and still felt pain in his balls, but he didn't really rest—Yin Velvet decided to take advantage of this Opportunity, try it out.

He didn't go to play alone, but took out a half-worn puppet from the black jade bell around his neck, and followed Chengyang Muqiu all the way into the study with it in its mouth.

Chengyang Muqiu ignored him as usual, and just read a book by himself.

But Mao Tuan'er held the puppet in its mouth, biting and chasing after it, the fur all over its body trembled with the movement, it was really cute.

"Cute..." Well, Chengyang Muqiu chewed on this word, feeling a strange disobedience in his heart. How many years has he felt that something is "cute"?But since raising this little beast, how many times have such thoughts come to mind?Not only do I feel cute, but I also want to hold him in my arms and touch him.

The little vixen is glutinous, white and tender, and if you pinch it, it must feel very soft...

"!"

Chengyang Muqiu was burned by his fingers, and he suddenly came back to his senses. What he thought of hugging the little fox just now was not his hairball-like original body, but... that beautiful and charming boy with fox ears.

How could this be so?What evil did I fall into?

Chengyang Muqiu irritatedly closed the scroll that he hadn't read from the beginning to the end, and scolded: "Have you played enough?"

Yinrong was taken aback, but quickly returned to normal, and even yawned lazily—after living in Henggao for so long, he has long been used to the uncertain temperament of the ancestor Chengyang.

"If..." Chengyang Muqiu paused, and said vaguely, "If it doesn't hurt there, go and endorse!"

Yinrong flicked his tail, and unhurriedly rubbed against Chengyang Muqiu's feet, put down the puppet he was holding in his mouth, and arched his nose forward, opened his mouth and said, "嘤嘤嘤——!"

"..." Chengyang Muqiu, "Speak humanly, don't act like a baby."

Yinrong rolled his eyes in his heart, and then changed back to his boyish appearance, still maintaining the posture of squatting at Chengyang Muqiu's feet, but the expression on his face had been perfectly adjusted, and he smiled flatteringly with two snow-white pointed canines : "Brother head, didn't you promise me to endorse the book at night? I didn't mean to be coquettish on purpose. It's so troublesome to speak human words when I'm prototyping, my tongue can't control me~"

Chengyang Muqiu looked at the young man squatting at his feet, and felt even more restless, but he habitually suppressed the irritable expression on his face, and said coldly: "Don't call me brother."

Yin Rong let out a "huh", "Sect Master Immortal?"

Chengyang Muqiu felt the lingering irritability, which had the tendency to make Qingxin feel hot again, and felt depressed, so he didn't let the silver fleece go like before, and he was still picky: "You are not my wife. Disciples of Weijing, you don’t need to call me the master.”

"..." Yinrong thought silently: Why does my furnace look awkward when Guishui is pouring in?You are so hypocritical, do your disciples know?Do the cultivation families and people under the rule know?

I am naturally not qualified to be a disciple of the Taiwei Realm, and when the other party is a "stove cauldron", I am called brother, and now he is not allowed to call him, so... I only have one identity left - the "spiritual pet" in name .

It's just in name, and you won't lose a piece of meat if you admit it.

Yinrong bit her lip, went all out, raised Bai Shengsheng's little face, and called out softly: "Master."

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

The young man raised his tender face, his red fur collar showed his delicate collarbone, and on his snow-white neck hung a black leather rope and black jade bells, and he called "Master".

Although Chengyang Muqiu practiced the ruthless way and never had that kind of worldly desire, he has lived for more than five hundred years, so he hasn't seen any monsters?It's hard not to be crooked, is this vixen deliberately seducing herself?

He asked with a cold face: "What is your name?"

Yinrong said frankly: "Master, I am not your disciple, but your spiritual pet, am I not?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

Chengyang Muqiu held back for a long time before saying: "Don't dream, I won't form a master-servant contract with you."

All the monsters in the world are terrified when they hear Cheng Yangheng's name. However, there are as many monsters who want to take the risk of being the spiritual pet of Daoist Chaoyu and take the opportunity to ascend to the sky in one step.

After all, the strong in the cultivation world are respected, who wouldn't want to take shortcuts to become stronger?Being close to the head of the Taiwei Realm, isn't it equal to the continuous supply of opportunities, elixir, and exercises?It turns out that the little fox had such a plan, it is also human nature.

But seeing Yinrong heaved a long sigh of relief, he said happily: "That's great! I don't want to be your spiritual pet either." After becoming a master-servant contract, he lost his freedom. I want to be a wild fox more freely.

"..." Chengyang Muqiu choked for a moment, "Since that's the case, you should practice hard. When you have re-trained the complete demon core, you can choose some exercises and treasures, and then leave on your own."

Yinrong: "I have something to ask you—"

Chengyang Muqiu suddenly interrupted him: "No, you don't want to mention dual cultivation! It's absolutely impossible!"

Yinrong moved her pair of fluffy fox ears blankly: "Ah, I want to ask you... Do you recognize this?"

As he spoke, he held up a puppet doll.

The doll has a round head and a fat body, with a naive look, half-new, with traces of mending, and a pair of colorful black tortoiseshell buttons on its face... Although it has never been seen before, Chengyang Muqiu gave birth to an inexplicable familiarity And the pair of button eyes inexplicably fit his aesthetics and looked very pleasing to the eye, so it was rare for him to ask patiently: "Where did these come from?"

"It's my favorite puppet. I showed it to you before, and you still..." Yinrong rolled his eyes and changed his words, "It was sewn by my friend. Does it look good?"

Chengyang Muqiu's patience ran out immediately, and he said coolly, "It's so ugly."

Silver Velvet blinked her big amber eyes, observing the expression on her own furnace, it seemed that she was genuinely disgusted, not fake, generally speaking, she would never despise her own works...

The puppet was suddenly thrown out, but the ancestor Chengyang was sitting in front of the desk, and said without changing his face: "Next time, don't take out such an ugly thing to be an eyesore, you have free time, serious cultivation is the main thing. "

...confirmed, he absolutely lost his memory.

Yinrong sighed in his heart: Even the dolls he sewed by himself are not pleasing to the eye, and those dolls are obviously as cute as the puppet puppets in his yard!It can only show that the ancestor of Chengyang hates the house and the crow, and hates himself to such an extent!

Forget it, it seems that dual cultivation is no longer possible, and it is unrealistic to stay here for a long time, so we should hurry up and practice, according to the intention of Sect Master Chengyang, leave Taiwei Realm as soon as possible, so as not to be an eyesore to each other.

It's just that it's too boring to be kept here in captivity to memorize and practice every day, and Silver Velvet is so boring that it loses hair.

At this time, he didn't know that the dual cultivation was just around the corner, and the day when the captivity would end and go out to have fun was just around the corner.

Half a month later, the ancestor of Chengyang personally told Yin Rong: "Recently there is a small matter called 'Master's Grand Competition', several schools will send their disciples to enter the secret realm to compete. Disciple competition, you take my token, you can go there to practice your hands when you have time."