What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

"Owner?"

"elder brother?"

Chengyang Muqiu seemed to be in a deep sleep. He was called twice, but there was still no response, so Yinrong lifted the corner of the quilt and got in on his own initiative, and went straight into his arms, spreading his arms and pillowed on it.

Chengyang Muqiu still "didn't wake up", but there seemed to be a smell of burnt flesh in the air. It was strange that the candles were all extinguished in the bedroom... Yinrong sniffed, trying to find the source of the burnt smell, small animal It seemed to be arched, and finally "alarmed" Chengyang Immortal.

Chengyang Muqiu restrained Yin Rong, his voice was low and depressed: "What are you doing?"

The patriarch usually wears white clothes that drag like piles of snow, and looks picturesque, with a desolate and immortal appearance, but in fact, the flesh under Liu Yun's wide sleeves is strong and strong, and the boy can't move when he hooks his arms and elbows.

But Yinrong had already figured out the pros and cons of it, and knew that his ancestor would not really kill him, so he was not afraid for a while, and asked sweetly and boldly, "Brother, are you awake?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

Yinrong didn't struggle, instead, he retreated and said, "It's cold, and the ground is so cold, why don't you let Yinrong sleep on brother's bed for one night?"

The young man's voice was soft and waxy, and his breath was filled with the cold fragrance of apricot plums. Chengyang Muqiu still maintained the posture of strangling him by the throat, but he suddenly remembered the book of stories he read during the day.

[The young man is panting like blue, his skin can be broken by blowing bombs...Thin muscles and flesh, fat goose thighs...Fox ears and tails, a charming figure...]

More or less unsuitable images took root in my mind, and the other hand hidden behind was scalded to the point of scorching and rotten flesh. This time, Chengyang Muqiu did not recite the mantra of clearing the heart, but silently recited the formula, He quietly concealed the pain and suffering, so that the boy would not know.

Yinrong couldn't smell the burnt smell, so he didn't think much about it, and simply relaxed his body, allowing the other party to restrain him, as if Chengyang Muqiu was hugging him tightly.

"My brother wants to hug me, so I won't move."

Chengyang Muqiu let go of him abruptly, cool air came in from the gap of the flipped quilt, but Yinrong refused to go, instead entangled him with hands and feet, even the big fluffy tail on the back of his buttocks On Chengyang Muqiu's thigh, "Brother, what are you hiding? Are you afraid that the silver velvet will eat you?"

"...shameless!"

Silver Fleece rolled his eyes in the dark, "Could you put it another way, I'm tired of hearing 'shameless'."

Chengyang Muqiu accepted advice like a stream, and said succinctly: "...Get lost."

Not only was Silver Velvet not afraid, but it entangled it even tighter, "What's the use of saying get lost? I've been holding you for so long, why didn't you just throw me away?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

Yinrong: "I'll ask you a few more questions. Why did you hug me, walk all over the Eighteen Peaks, declare that I was your fox, and not allow others to bully me? Why did you personally help Luo Bei with the book? Why did you go to such lengths to arrange for me to Participate in the master competition? I am a monster, and my cultivation base is not high. I can't win honor for your sect, and it will damage your reputation... Do you know what your disciples and grandchildren are talking about?"

"It's true that you're being dazzled by a vixen, master? Don't you really hate me?"

"Brother, why are you so nice to me?"

Yinrong spoke one "brother" and called him "Master" harshly from time to time, but every sentence hit the crux of the problem, and Chengyang Muqiu was speechless when asked. The truth that dare not peek is torn apart one by one.

Chengyang Muqiu couldn't bear it any longer: "Shut up! The deity said that if you dare to climb my bed again, then it will be your death—"

But before he finished speaking, he was blocked by the young man's soft and cool lips.

Strangely, Yinrong's body temperature is on the low side, and the whole person has the chilliness of ice and snow, and the sweet fragrance of cold plum, but it can always arouse the most sticky and burning ambiguity.

Something in Chengyang Muqiu's mind "coaxed" to explode, and the emotions and desires that had been suppressed for too long were ignited, and the hundreds of years of insipid penance were suddenly tinged with burning colors.

When the silver velvet quilt "turned the host into the guest", he hadn't had time to think about it, and when he regained his body's autonomy, it was already dawn.

Chengyang Muqiu was so enthusiastic last night, and so ruthless this morning, he approved a coat, and strode away without even turning his head, as if he was running away.

Yinrong: "..." Damn it, you run so fast, it seems like a demon is strong enough to make it difficult for you, obviously you took the initiative...

But Yinrong didn't even have the strength to scold him.

He really deserves to be the number one power in the world, and his stamina and endurance are all superb!Yinrong originally thought that when he was in Pipa Town, the performance of his family's furnace was already superior to the others, and there was no other disciple in the world who could match him, but only now did he realize that at that time, his performance was affected by a serious injury.

The ancestor lost that memory, and at the same time lost his conscience. When he was in Pipa Town, he knew how to kiss his tears away, but Yinrong almost made his voice hoarse from crying last night, and that dog man still only cared about himself.

Nonsence!

The level of torture last night... It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, it hurts to mention it.

Yinrong felt as if his body had been split in half from the middle, and he kept stabbing and stabbing repeatedly. "Quite great than a weapon" is a double-edged sword. Before about four o'clock, Yinrong was still happy, but after that he just There is still pain, and because of lack of strength, the method of supplementing is useless.

So after a whole night of hard work, I only harvested it once, and only one-fifth of half of the demon pill returned. After eating fresh food, but didn't get any benefits, Yinrong was so wronged that he wanted to cry again.

But he was so tired that he didn't feel wronged for long, and fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up again, it was time to light the lamp.

Logically speaking, the "fake mortal" of Chengyang Muqiu would come back to sleep unshakably, but today he was nowhere to be seen. Yinrong groaned and said to himself in a hoarse voice: "Guilt, you were still chaste and strong before yesterday." Yes, I'm afraid I'll tarnish him, but last night it was like that... I'm too embarrassed to come out to meet people."

Thinking of last night, Yinrong still wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry soon - he checked his lost and recovered demon pills, although the returned parts were pitifully small, but...the spiritual power was too much! ! !

And what kind of spiritual power is that!Pure and powerful, moist as clouds and rain, as if the radiance is renewing day by day, is this the essence of a strong man!Only this time, after absorbing such a small amount, the effect is much more significant than that of his hundred years of practice! ! !

From this point of view, it is not a loss to sacrifice for nothing in the second half!He is content! !

Yinrong counted with his fingers, and according to the progress of the cultivation, he would double repair four or five times at most, and then he would be free, and with a powerful cultivation base, he would return to Pipa Town to dominate!

At that time, he will no longer have to look at Chengyang Muqiu's face, begging him to double cultivate with him, who tortured him for a night like a charity, and then pulled up his pants the next day and refused to recognize anyone, as if he was afraid As if I depended on him...

When he returned to Pipa Town, he recruited all the beautiful men in the town, and asked them to compliment him in different ways, and he couldn't stop their sweet words. Then he bought Ruyi Casino for his master, and he became the banker himself. No matter how much he gambled, he would never lose!

Yinrong fantasized about the beautiful scene of getting ahead in the future, and excitedly jumped up from the bed, then her little face wrinkled in pain, and had to fall back to reality.

"..." Damn dog man, you must be swollen after tossing me so much.

Yinrong grinned and lay back on her stomach. The big tail behind her buttocks froze, curled up, and arched the quilt into a big bulge, which took a while to disappear.

After the pain, Yinrong relaxed his body and felt a little more comfortable, only hunger was left.

Just as he was about to take out some dry food from the storage bell for emergencies, when he heard movement outside the door, Yinrong vigilantly raised a pair of fluffy fox ears on top of his head, thinking it was the city. When Yang Muqiu came back, he quickly lay down obediently, and prepared a half-true and half-fake weak expression.

However, it was puppet servants who entered.

The ancestor of Chengyang hid himself from seeing people, but he hadn't completely "destroyed his conscience". His servants were like a cloud, carrying exquisite silver cups and plates, clear porridge with lotus seeds, crispy cinnamon cheese, silky egg custard with mushrooms and chicken... no silver velvet My favorite pheasant snow balls are all liquid food that is easy to digest.