What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

Chengyang Muqiu never expected that the "cengceng" that Yinrong said meant this, and while he was relieved, he also felt a subtle discomfort.

He couldn't tell if he was annoyed that Silver Velvet played tricks on him, or... or something else, he didn't want to get into it, and looked at the little fox expressionlessly.

Yinrong couldn't help but licked his nose again.

Good guy, can't you even accept the body of a fox?How much does he hate me?

However, no matter how much you hate it, you can't back down. This is the stove that you worked so hard to save. How can the duck you got let him fly?There is always a way to make him let go of his prejudices.

Silver Velvet shook his hair, turned out his snow-white belly flatteringly, grinned, and yelled while sticking out his tongue. This was one of his secrets, no one could refuse a hairy belly!Even his stingy master would occasionally give him a little pocket money for it.

Chengyang Muqiu looked at Yinrong, and couldn't help being shaken. It turned out that his real body was so soft and small, and it turned out that the fox yelled "嘤嘤嘤", like a spoiled child.

Silver Velvet: "Yeah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah ~"

——You mother, come and touch!A stinky man with eyes but no pearls, this monster has never been disliked for his looks since he was a child, when did you become blind?

Chengyang Muqiu propped himself up, changed from lying flat to half-recumbent, Yin Rong was on his back, slipping from his chest to his waist unexpectedly, turned over instinctively, and planed with all four claws to prevent himself from falling to the ground go up.

When Chengyang Muqiu grabbed the nape of his neck, Yinrong had already ripped off the inner garment, revealing the tightened waist and abdomen, and there were bloody paw prints on it.

Silver Velvet: "..."

Silver Velvet curled up into a ball, clamped its tail tightly, and whispered sheepishly, "Hey, hey, hey."

—I didn't mean to tickle you, but you deserve it, really.

Who told you to throw me out before, this is called retribution.

Chengyang Muqiu is very good at enduring pain, a little scratching is nothing to him.He noticed that the silver velvet tail was long and fluffy, accounting for almost half of the little fox's body. Its paws were pink fleshy balls, and its amber eyes were watery and moist. No matter how you looked at it, it was harmless and unnerving.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hit you." Chengyang Muqiu's tone softened.

At this point, the silver fleece was completely relaxed, even a little swollen.

He really likes fur balls!This shows that this strategy is correct.

So for a few days, Yinrong maintained the appearance of a fox. At first, he just swung his tail and crawled into Chengyang Muqiu's arms, absorbing his energy and cultivating hard.

It's just that this kind of cultivation method is far inferior to that of a human form. The speed of absorbing essence is very slow, and it also consumes a lot of energy.

From the next day, Yinrong learned to combine work with rest, sucking on the stove for a while, and playing on his own for a while.

There are a lot of broken (toys) in the house. Silver Velvet competes with a rattan ball, sticking out the fluffy buttocks, tilting its round head, and chewing on the broken ball with relish.

The Zhuqiu ball was full of teeth marks, after half an hour of tossing by Yinrong, it became more and more crumbling.

Chengyang Muqiu looked at him quietly, the subtle unhappiness in his heart came back again - what does he mean by this?Before, she threw herself into her arms from time to time, but now it’s nothing more than turning back into a human being, but she started to pretend that she didn’t exist anymore?What trick are you playing?Do you do the opposite to get your own attention?

Suddenly looking at that ball is not pleasing to the eye.

Chengyang Muqiu followed his heart, and subconsciously pinched a spell. At the same time, the Zhuqiu escaped from Yinrong's mouth out of thin air and landed on Chengyang Muqiu's lower abdomen!

"..."

"..."

One person and one fox were stunned at the same time, Chengyang Muqiuwan didn't expect that he could use spells, his meridians were completely broken, and it was obvious that Senior Dongliu had just sentenced him not long ago that he would never be able to recover his cultivation, he looked at him in astonishment. To his hand, does this mean... maybe there is still hope for him to recover?

Silver Velvet was also surprised, why did the ball suddenly fly so far?He looked suspiciously at Chengyang Muqiu, could it be...

Is his bite so amazing?

As expected of me!

He happily ran towards Zhuqiu, his big fluffy tail flicked, but the moment before he was about to pounce, the ball was cut off.

When Chengyang Muqiu picked up the ball, he felt the wet saliva on it, and immediately threw the ball far away in disgust.

Silver Fleece was even more excited.

He rushed out like a ball of hair off the string, his shiny hair dangled with it, grabbed the ball in his mouth, rushed back shaking his head and tail, jumped on the bed, put the ball by Chengyang Muqiu's hand, raised his little head, He grinned excitedly and stuck out his tongue loudly.

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

Yinrong tilted his head, and looked at Chengyang Muqiu curiously, why is this man in such a good mood all of a sudden?The lingering haze in his eyes seemed to have receded all of a sudden, and now he looks easy to talk, no wonder he is willing to take the initiative to play ball with him.In fact, the people in Furnace Ding are pretty good.

Keep throwing!Yinrong arched the ball forward with his nose, eagerly taking small steps.

Then, I saw Chengyang Muqiu retracting his hand in disgust, to show that he would never touch that dirty broken ball.

"...Huh?"

——Damn it, I shouldn't have praised you.

Yinrong used his body to hang out with Chengyang Muqiu for a few days before he had to prepare to go out.He can't fast yet, and there is an injured patient at home, so he has to earn rations and wound medicine.

Chengyang Muqiu finally saw the long-lost boy again. This time, Yinrong was wearing a plain coarse cloth short shirt, and the fox ears and tail were also put back. He looked like a poor farmer, but his skin was too delicate. He is also like a young master whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water.

Chengyang Muqiu: "Why are you dressed like this?"

"It's not for wearing, it's for changing. Three or five fox furs are enough." Poor silver cashmere can't afford cassocks, so they all rely on the most primitive methods to change, but they can only change clothes, and the face and body are determined when they are transformed. Yes, just like the fur color of a fox, it is born and cannot be changed.

"Naturally, I want to earn spirit stones. If you dress too brightly, you will easily get into trouble. This is a lesson learned from life," Yinrong said in a vicissitudes of life.

Chengyang Muqiu felt that his young and mature appearance was a bit funny: "...that's really hard work for you."

The boss actually said hard work to himself?It must be the hard work of the past few days that has worked!Yinrong was a little carried away. Although he was a teenager, he still looked like a little fox, habitually burrowing into Chengyang Muqiu's arms: "It should be! You are my man!"

The cold fragrance of the young man followed, like plum blossoms floating down the branches, which can pull people into a soft dream. Chengyang Muqiu clenched his fingers and subconsciously dodged back: "Who is yours? Don't talk nonsense language."

Yinrong flinched, and moved back awkwardly: "I didn't want to do anything to you..."

Forget it, because he is a wounded patient, so I don't have the same knowledge as him.

Yinrong went out and headed slowly to the Hongxiu Building. Although the shopkeepers in the world are generally black, it can still be regarded as the place where he grew up, and with the face of his master, at least Mama Mei would not default on his wages. The guests who spend a lot of money may even get rewards.

only……

Master and his elders are singing prostitutes, fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, spending most of their time in gambling houses, and occasionally going to sleep in deep mountains and old forests. Yinrong still remembers that Aunt Lanzhi threw him into the boiling water and stuck him with a confinement talisman. That time he was almost bald by scalding. Since then, he no longer serves tea and water in Hongxiulou.

It's not easy for a fox to be born, he really isn't a wolf with a big tail dressed in autumn with Chengyang Muqiu.

Yinrong lived in a remote place, and to go to Huajie, he needed to walk a few miles of mountain roads and then cross a long suspension bridge.

This road is usually seldom crowded, but today there are suddenly many new faces, all of them are well-dressed and broad-sleeved human monks, all of them are extraordinary, and there are several disciples who came from the sword, respecting an old man in white. He saluted respectfully, not knowing what he was reporting.

Those who can control the sword must be at least above the Golden Core level. You must know that there are not many monks above the Golden Core level in Pipa Town.

Which sect and sect of fairy elder is this?Unexpectedly, a group of nobles stepped on the humble ground.

"Hey, that kid, come here!" Some fairy leader opened his golden mouth, the voice was not loud, but it went straight to Yinrong's ear, as if whispering an order in his ear.

Yinrong looked left and right, then pointed at the group of monks, and pointed to himself: "Me?"

"It's you, come here, I have something to ask you." The fairy chief's tone was impatient, as if talking to Yinrong was a great gift.

But Yinrong, a little demon, didn't dare to refuse, so he ran over in a sensible manner, and saw a middle-aged swordsman unfold a picture scroll and asked, "Have you seen this person?"

Silver Fleece: "!!"

The young man in the painting is cool and handsome, bright and bright, but his expression is indifferent, neither sad nor happy, as if he will become a fairy at any time... It is not someone else, but his own furnace!

These people did not come here with good intentions, unlike those who were looking for fellow students, Yinrong suddenly thought of those tragic corpses in the Snow Cave Valley, could it be his enemies who came here?

"Little Demon Fox, I want to ask you something." The fairy elder in white saw through Yinrong's real body at a glance.

Yinrong shrank timidly, acting like a country goblin who had never seen the world, then shook his head sincerely and innocently, and asked in a low voice: "Who is that?"

Naturally no one answered, the elder in white shook his head, the middle-aged man took the scroll, and a monk chased him away like a fly, and warned him fiercely not to ask more questions.

Silver Velvet was shoved aside. Seeing the monks cross the bridge, he couldn't help worrying. He hadn't enjoyed such a big top-quality furnace, but it must not be snatched away by others. Should he just use it now? Report back?But the man couldn't even get out of bed, and he had forgotten his name, so what could he do after reporting the letter?

Just when Yinrong was fidgeting and hesitating, two young monks turned back. They should be young disciples with low cultivation, and one of them, who was darker, pushed Yinrong just now.

"Are you really a vixen?"

Yinrong looked at the two of them and nodded anxiously.

"Then you are a charmer? No wonder you are so pretty, your little face is so tender."

The black-skinned monk stretched out his hand to pinch Yinrong's face, but Yinrong turned his head away and said softly, "Brother, don't do this, you are not afraid of being punished by the elder?"

"What are you afraid of? Master and the others have already left."

The other tugged at Hei Pi's sleeve: "Brother, let's go, don't delay the business."

"It's your turn to teach senior brother a lesson?" The black-skinned monk shook off him, and continued to touch Yin Rong, "I haven't seen a live vixen before, I heard that you jump on men when you see them, why don't you jump on them, you are shy What?"

Yinrong rolled her eyes to the sky, but she asked, "Your master is really far away, can't you hear anything?"

"Naturally," the black-skinned monk thought there was something to be said, "You are so white and your waist is so thin, don't you pretend to be a man? Dare you take off your pants and let me test it?"

"Okay." Yinrong grinned. Immediately afterwards, the two monks smelled a faint cold fragrance, their eyes straightened, their lips smiled, and they stared blankly at Yinrong and did not move.

Yinrong's voice was sweet and soft, like a crimson cloud wrapped in incense powder: "Two big brothers, why are you back again?"

Black-skinned monk: "Master trusts us both, and let us be responsible for finding people in this area."

The other one is more honest: "Because the 'Xunqi Jue' failed to capture the suspected target, so we sent two of us with low cultivation to check for omissions and fill in the gaps."

Good guy, even though they have been charmed, the two people have different opinions, but seeking common ground while reserving differences is always looking for someone.

Yinrong: "...Who is that person in the painting? What are you looking for him for? Is it seeking revenge?"

This time the answer was the same: "I heard that he is a junior who violated the sect's rules. The sect has sent many people to look for him secretly. We are just one of them. This time, we will pretend to be simple and keep it secret."

Does a little disciple who has made a mistake need to mobilize the teacher like this?Yinrong felt that it was unreasonable, but he didn't dare to delay any longer.

His cultivation base is low, and the charm can only confuse the opponent for a short while, and it takes a long time to cast each spell, and it will be too late for the two of them to react.

Yinrong then prepares the golden cicada to shed its shell: "Suddenly I'm very hungry, can any of you help me catch a pheasant?"

The two agreed at once, and went into the dense forest one after another. Yinrong didn't delay, and immediately rubbed oil on the soles of his feet. He ran and thought, it would be useless to report the news when he went home, so he might as well go to the master for help, and he didn't know that he was in Hongxiulou now. Or Ruyi Casino?

But before he ran far, he was overtaken by two monks again.

!!!

Is the trick going to fail so quickly?Could it be that his mana has regressed?He is clearly practicing seriously these days!

Yinrong swallowed, and smiled on his face: "Both of you, it's all a misunderstanding..."

I saw them each take out a roast chicken from their storage bags: "I almost forgot, we brought dry food when we went down the mountain."

Yinrong tentatively asked, "...for me?"

Both of them had a look of dementia that made them dizzy: "Naturally."

Yinrong was excited, could it be that he had practiced with Chengyang Muqiu in the past few days, and it had achieved results?Is the progress so fast? It really deserves to be the best furnace!If you double cultivate in the future, then it’s fine!

Yinrong became more and more determined not to let Chengyang Muqiu be taken away, and he was no longer afraid of going back to the Hongxiulou, and even looked forward to it—the Hongxiulou was where he grew up, and many people used to laugh at him for his low cultivation. He is a little trash who cannot be supported, and now he is advancing by leaps and bounds, and if he goes back, isn't it going to return to his hometown in rich clothes, and walk in bright clothes all day long?

Just think about it and be happy!Especially Lan Zhi, he had to find a chance to be proud in front of her!

As for the monk who was ordered to find Chengyang Muqiu... He may be able to solve the crisis by himself without resorting to others.

This time, Yinrong was more rigorous, emphasizing the word "hands-on", and whispered a few words to the honest, fair-faced junior, and he went into the forest to gather medicine for him himself.

Although I don't know when the charm technique will fail, but the mountain forest pointed by Yinrong is full of little demons who are not likely to hurt people but love to tease people. A little disciple like him with a low cultivation level, no one Ri will definitely not be able to get out, it is expected that he will not have the energy to find someone again.

As for the dark-skinned disciple, Yinrong waved at him and smiled maliciously: "Come here, I thought of something fun..."