What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

The next moment, Jinniang felt her hands empty, and the boy in her arms was snatched away. Almost at the same time, the sharp knife went straight through her chest, and Chengyang Muqiu's frosty face was reflected in her pupils.

"Cheng, Chengyang Patriarch...!"

"Sect Master Immortal Venerable?!"

Chengyang Muqiu hugged Yinrong, looked at Jinniang coldly, and didn't even look at Qing Ben who was aside, and Qing Ben was already under his tyrannical coercion, unable to move.

"If you want to die quickly," Chengyang Muqiu said, "you can answer whatever I ask you."

Jin Niang seemed to be fixed by the sword, she couldn't even move a single finger, but the whole monster was trembling, dripping down like cold sweat, as if she was experiencing extreme pain.

At the same time, outside the secret realm, the heads and elders of the various sects had different expressions. Some of them seemed relieved after a catastrophe, but some looked in awe, some were happy, and some were afraid.

"Did you see it? Chaoyu Daojun only used one sword, one sword!"

"One sword has killed so many Gu beasts!"

"Although it is low-level, he has suppressed his cultivation! What's more, there are hundreds of thousands of disciples, and he is mixed with so many disciples! All the Gu beasts were killed, but the disciples were not injured! What a precise sword technique this is, what kind of swordsmanship! Sophisticated mana! As expected of a fairy, I can't match it."

"The ancestor entered the secret realm, arrived at the Fuyuan Cave, and killed the Gu beast. It took only a few breaths of time, but he was still completely undetected by the secret realm! Ordinary monks have already been injured and ejected from the secret realm!"

Bu Jingzhi and Yourong said: "Daoist Chaoyu is a high-spirited and upright person, desperately trying to damage his cultivation, but also decisively enters the secret realm and saves the disciples of the sect. His kindness is incomparable to others."

After finishing speaking, he also looked at the head of Wuliang Zongfan meaningfully.

Fan Guhong: "..."

"It's just that after Patriarch Chengyang rescued his disciples, the Bihai Golden Mirror failed again, and he couldn't see anything. I don't know the casualties."

"Since the Gu beast is dead, everything is a foregone conclusion. With the ancestor here, everyone can rest assured."

Another person said: "Young Master Chen also contributed a lot to this matter."

"That's right," someone said half teasingly, "As soon as the young master opened his golden mouth, Daoist Zhaoyu went to save people single-handedly."

Chen Xiangwan pursed his lips, but did not suppress his smile, "Seniors, don't make fun of me."

It was probably because Chengyang Muqiu was sitting in the town, giving people a sense of the dust settled, and the atmosphere became more relaxed. Seeing that Young Master Chen didn't mean to be angry, someone actually brought up the engagement from that year. However, Chen Xiangwan didn't mind, someone always did. .

Jing Cen, Xi He, Du E and other direct disciples of Chengyang's sect master all looked a little unhappy - it was obvious that their own masters were upright and clean, and they did their best to save people, so why did it become Wan Jianzong's credit instead?

Xi He couldn't hide his words the most, and said with a smirk: "My master is fighting to save the disciples of various sects. You all have leisure time to chat here, and even talk about my master's privacy."

If the disciples of other sects talk to the "elders" like this, they will definitely be reprimanded, but one, Xi He and Jing Cen, were trained by Chengyang Muqiu himself, and their cultivation level is not lower than that of many other sects' heads. Then they bear the title of "personal disciples of the Daoist Chaoyu" and "Taiweijing", even if they are idiots who don't know anything, the world will give them three points.

This is the prestige of Chengyang Patriarch.

Those masters were contradicted by their juniors, and they didn't dare to care about it. After a haha, they forcibly changed the subject: "What happened to the Bihai Golden Mirror? It lost all its mana. Why is it still an ordinary mirror that can't connect to the secret realm? ?”

Inside the secret.

Jin Niang burst into tears and begged for mercy: "I'm just a little demon who obeys orders, please forgive me! Please give me a good time!"

Chengyang Muqiu still maintains the posture of holding Yinrong, the hands that are worn under the boy's legs, the hands with sharp joints, the index finger and middle finger are close together, and with a light swipe, the sword hanging in front of Jinniang's eyes suddenly cuts , Cut off the front half of her body at once!

The plump and exquisite carcass was instantly bloody and bloody, but even so, she was still alive, and was hanged by the spiritual power of the ancestor Chengyang.

"I ran into him here just now," Chengyang Muqiu said expressionlessly, "It's an eyesore. You can slowly scrape off the other places piece by piece, and then crush your demon pill..."

"I'll say! I'll say!" Jinniang couldn't stand the torture, she explained who she listened to and how she sneaked into the secret realm: "Master Shifangcha has been hiding his strength and biding his time these years, and wants to make a comeback..."

"No, no, we didn't raise the Gu beasts. We are monsters after all. How could we kill our own people to make that kind of monsters? Shifangsha got them from other places... I really don't know the specific servants."

"He told me to get the bell on the little vixen's body."

"I will lay a net here, and Qingben will lead him here. We should cooperate from inside to outside."

"I don't know what the bell is for. I just heard from Shifangsha that the little vixen's life is threatened, so that thing can be untied..."

"Demon poison, I don't have an antidote... Xianzun, please listen to me! I use demon poison to kill people, and I never thought of saving people! Naturally, I will not prepare an antidote... But it is easy to save him, he is Mei Yao, as long as you give him your Yuanyang degree with the method of double cultivation, it will be fine... However, he has fallen into a coma and cannot take the initiative to refine his energy, so he needs your guidance. I won't dabble in such dirty methods."

"I also know a little bit about the method of double cultivation, Xianzun, I will teach you, in exchange, please spare my life—"

Jinniang's words stopped abruptly, and the spiritual power that maintained her life was suddenly withdrawn. She twitched twice, and her body quickly withered and corrupted, losing her last trace of energy.

Kiyomoto, who fell to the side, was frightened by this situation, and let out a hoarse scream.

Chengyang Muqiu glanced at him.

Qing Ben trembled all over, prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed continuously: "Sect Master Immortal! Disciple is convicted! You shouldn't listen to their rhetoric, you shouldn't be greedy for a while, and promise their benefits! It's them, the monster clan, They gave me a lot of marrow washing pills, raised my cultivation to the peak of Jindan, and instead of doing things for them, I just, I just want to get ahead..."

"You are very noisy." Chengyang Muqiu frowned slightly, and immediately after, Qingben's throat was cut with a sword, blood spattered on the spot, and immediately a raging fire engulfed his body, destroying the corpse.

It was finally quiet.

Chengyang Muqiu finally found time to take a good look at the boy in his arms, the scorching fire using Qingben's corpse as a firewood, illuminated the cave as bright as day, and also showed the outline of the boy in his arms.

The facial features are exquisite and charming, but the face is a little childish. She is a young seductress with only full hair. She combs the ball head of a Taoist boy, and her black hair is neatly tied with a hairpin. Strands of hair hang down, and there is a little fluffy soft hair at the corner of the forehead, which makes people obedient and soft.

Yinrong was still wearing that student uniform. Kui Yue's robe was a little too big for him, with a loose neckline. At some point, the bell returned to Yinrong's neck automatically. Yu's bell is particularly eye-catching, Chengyang Muqiu tried to tear the bell off, but even he couldn't do anything with it, and was afraid of hurting Yinrong with brute force, so he had to give up.

Finally, holding the boy in his arms, he strode away from the cave full of cobwebs and the smell of burnt corpses, followed the twists and turns of the secret passage, and found a dry and uninhabited sinus that was connected to it.

Chengyang Muqiu took out a high-quality vestment embroidered with runes from the storage bag, used the vestment as a bed, and carefully put the silver velvet on it.

The boy's lips were red enough to bleed, and his face was whiter than paper. This is a typical symptom of being poisoned by a demon.

"Double cultivation?" Chengyang Muqiu murmured, "Only dual cultivation can save you?"

The dignified head of the Taiwei Realm, the most powerful person in the world, and the world's respected "immortal-like" ancestor Chengyang, if he wants to relieve the poison of the little demon and save people, is this the only way?

But Chengyang Muqiu selectively forgot the technique of Zhu You, which he had dabbled in before, and he was so cautious about the spider spirit's advice that he pushed aside the slightly baggy student uniform on the boy's body almost devoutly, and tore it into pieces— ——He had already disliked the clothes.

He has cut off the connection between the Bihai Golden Mirror and the secret realm. In this dark cave, there is no one else, and no one will know what happened today... Chengyang Muqiu carefully prepared himself psychologically before bending down, He kissed the boy's overly red lips.

Silver Fleece was awakened by the pain.

It was pitch black all around, and the ground was a little hard, but not cold, like a layer of fine brocade separated from the rough ground, and my body was a little sticky, with familiar aches and pains.

Silver Velvet: "?!!!"

Yinrong panicked. He clearly remembered that before he lost consciousness, he was facing a big spider. The spider spirit seemed to have a strange attitude towards him. mother spider? ?

Why does his ass hurt? ? ?

"What did you do to me? What did you use?" Yinrong asked fearfully and angrily.

Could it be her spider legs?That's disgusting too!

It was not Jinniang's female fairy who answered him, but a familiar but hoarse voice, with a bit of after-the-fact satisfaction, sounded very magnetic: "Are you awake?"

"!!!!!!"

This voice, this voice...

Yinrong pinched his thigh, and the fur on his tail exploded in pain. It wasn't a dream, so why did he hear that ancestor's voice?

Chengyang Muqiu's voice quickly returned to the coldness of the past: "When you wake up, get up, it's time to go."

Silver Velvet: "..."

Very good, it's still the ancestor who hated him too late, the love just now was an illusion, it shouldn't be a dream.

Yinrong tried to stand up, only to feel that both legs were weak, and she almost fell, but fortunately, she was held up - the speed of helping people was so fast, it was as if she was standing by and watching herself all the time, but Silver Fleece knew this was impossible.

It must be because the five senses of the ancestors are too sensitive, tsk, it is indeed a great talent!

"Does it hurt?" Da Neng said.

Yinrong: "Ah? What hurts?"

It's no wonder that Yinrong couldn't react well. The last time it was over, the ancestor pulled up his pants and left, as if it was unlucky to even look at him. Why did he ever care about him?

"... Where are you?" Chengyang Muqiu held back for a long while, but didn't speak very clearly, and Yinrong reacted belatedly.

"It's okay," Yinrong said, "it's much better than last time."

This is true, the last time he was so hurt that his throat was hoarse from crying, the ancestor still only cared about his own enjoyment, and almost didn't torture him to death, but this time, it was just sore and swollen, without the kind of tearing pain.

Either the ancestor's conscience discovered that he knew how to love others, or he was not in high spirits and tossed less frequently.

Silver Fleece leans towards the latter, but...

"Zu... uh, brother head, why are you... why are you treating me... uh, you are..."

"To save you." Chengyang Muqiu said, and briefly explained what happened in the cave, his tone was calm and alienated, and it was impossible to tell that they had an intimate sex not long ago.

Fortunately, Yinrong doesn't expect his ancestors to have any friendship with him, and feels that it is reasonable to have such a layer of "life-saving grace". After all, Chengyang Muqiu hates him so much, but still keeps him by his side, isn't it just because of Is it still the cause and effect of "life-saving grace"?

Anyway, after being saved, Yinrong was grateful to Chengyang Muqiu, and then quietly adjusted the spiritual power in his body, and found to his surprise: him!build!for!again!increase!long!up! ! !

Not only did the spiritual power in his body become more pure and abundant, even the demon core recovered half in an instant!

The completeness of the demon pill has reached three quarters!Calculated in this way, as long as he double repairs once or twice, he can completely recover!This time, Yin Rong didn't even care about the pain behind him and the weakness of his legs, he jumped up joyfully, and plunged into Chengyang Muqiu's arms, "Thank you brother!"

"Master, you are so kind!!"

Although the cave is dark and dim, the higher the level of cultivation, the more astonishing the eyesight of the monks. Chengyang Muqiu could see clearly that the young man was hugging him tightly, and the big fluffy tail was flicking excitedly behind him, so he couldn't help but think of how soon Before, how slender and flexible this body was.

His body froze: "Relax, go and get dressed."

Yinrong let out a "huh", knowing that he was rejected again, but he was not depressed - his cultivation base had increased by a large amount, and he was too happy - he happily went looking for clothes in the dark.

Then he stopped and said hesitantly: "The clothes... seem to be broken, they must have been scratched by that big spider, oh, what's the matter, this robe belongs to Kui Yue!"

Ancestor Chengyang snorted coldly in the darkness: "The clothes he gave you are broken, do you feel distressed?"

"Of course!" Yinrong said, "But it's not a gift, it's a loan. This disciple's uniform is issued only a few years ago, and it's very expensive. That's good. I'll pay him a large sum of spirit stones."

"It's just a set of robes, I think he won't mind." Maybe I wish I could give it to you.

"No way," Yinrong said dejectedly, "I'm not related to him, so how can I take such a big advantage?"

He is a poor and accustomed little country demon. He knows more about the meaning of Lingshi than those young masters from aristocratic families and disciples who grew up in a large sect. Let alone that he has no relatives with Kui Yue, even Brother, we have to settle accounts clearly.

Chengyang Muqiu missed the point: "You don't think you are familiar with him?"

Yinrong held the tattered disciple uniform and sighed, but she didn't notice that she answered "Yes".

Chengyang Muqiu was satisfied.

The Chengyang patriarch, who has always been indifferent to emotions and anger, is prone to "uncertainty" in front of Yinrong. For example, now, the old man throws a robe to the fox-eared boy—it is also better than Kui Yue's inner disciple uniform. Hundreds of times more valuable——command: "Put it on."

He said again: "It's just a set of disciple uniforms, the deity will buy some new ones for someone else, you just take them and return them to him."

Yinrong was so happy that a pair of fluffy fox ears on the top of his head stood up: "Really? Brother, why are you so kind to me?"

Chengyang Muqiu ignored him and strode out of the cave.

The cave suddenly opened up, the sky was clear and bright, Yin Rong Pi Dian Pi Dian followed out, this time the "double cultivation" was really good, not as intense as before, which made him unable to get out of bed for a few days, now except for a certain Aside from a dull pain in the chest and a little soreness in the legs, the whole person was refreshed without any effect.

Yinrong stretched comfortably, and then found the hickey on her arm.

"..." He tore open the neckline, and lifted the hem of the clothes, and found... there were hickey marks everywhere! ?

Yinrong was very puzzled. Didn't he say that "double cultivation is only for saving lives" this time?Then just go straight to the battle with a gun, what's the point of kissing?

Chengyang Muqiu obviously also noticed that he had left a lot of marks on the little vixen, so he looked away uncomfortably, but his words were still impeccably cold and upright: "I have something to ask you—about your Moyu Bell—let's find a place where we won't be disturbed."