What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

Chengyang Muqiu: "Are you guys used to being crowded into one room?"

Yinrong was almost frightened, and hurriedly explained: "They are all Tianzi suites, and we sleep in separate beds!"

Chen Xiangwan smiled and said, "Muqiu, I didn't lie to you, did I? It's just a room. However, I'm different from you, I've always reserved a bed for Yinrong."

This is alluding to Chengyang Muqiu letting Yinrong sleep on the futon in the past.

"Sleeping bed? Yes." Chengyang Muqiu laughed angrily, "This deity sleeps on the floor and sleeps on a silver velvet bed."

Then the matter was decided in this way, Yinrong still thought he was dreaming, and took advantage of the time when Boss Zhang and others were making the bed, and asked Chen Xiangwan tremblingly: "Do you really want me to share a room with the ancestor?"

Chen Xiangwan rubbed Yinrong's head: "Just be patient for a night, and when this matter is over, you don't have to make it up like this." He actually knew in his heart that he couldn't compete with Chengyang Muqiu, saying those words , but to ensure that Chengyang Heng and Yinrong sleep in separate beds.

Yinrong: "Then I should play the floor?"

Chen Xiangwan: "Don't think that he is pampering you by laying the bed on the floor. With Mu Qiu's cultivation, there is no need to sleep for a long time. He just finds a place to lie down and wait for those ghosts and monsters to come forward and throw themselves into the net. It's the same everywhere. , you are different, you are weak, you need to sleep on the bed, or you will catch cold easily, I just deliberately provoked him, and I can only win these for you."

The ancestor with excellent hearing, although he was not around, but his spiritual sense was always released to care about Yinrong's movements. Hearing Chen Xiangwan's words, he almost slapped Zhang Boss' thatched hut down in anger.

...It was his credit for laying the floor by himself?Why didn't I find this person so eloquent before?

Although Yinrong was lying on the bed, he didn't even dare to breathe. He tidied up his robes and even tucked up his neckline carefully, lest his ancestors suddenly get excited and pick a bone and scold him "clothes clothes" Disorganized", "shameless".

"Silver velvet." The ancestor who was laying on the floor suddenly said.

"Yes!" Yinrong responded reflexively, crisp and nervous, like a little apprentice waiting for the teacher to take the school exam at any time.

"..." Chengyang Muqiu, "Are you so afraid of me?"

Yinrong thought: Isn't this nonsense?Which monster in the entire cultivation world is not afraid of the famous Chengyang Patriarch?

Chengyang Muqiu still had that flat voice: "Let me ask you, what do you think of Chen Xiangwan?"

Yinrong: "..." Why did you suddenly ask your prospective Taoist partner?Are you testing me?How can I answer this question? If he is not good, the ancestor would not think that I still have feelings for him, so he deliberately slandered his ex-fiancé, right?

Yinrong then said: "Sect Master Chen is a talented person, with good talent, high cultivation, both ability and morality, noble background, gentle and kind, he is the best human monk I have ever seen—"

"Snapped!"

Silver Velvet suspected that the floor tiles were broken, and immediately shut his mouth tremblingly.

Chengyang Muqiu was silent for a moment in the dark, before asking: "Do you really think he is so good?" Although his tone was calm as before, Yin Rong felt a sense of gnashing of teeth inexplicably.

...Where did he say something wrong?The ancestors are too difficult to serve, right?

Chengyang Muqiu asked again: "Then what do you think I am later than Chen Xiang?"

Yinrong: "..." Why is your old man suddenly so excited today, can't you just wait quietly for Xuegu to take the bait?

Although I thought so in my heart, I habitually flattered him: "Of course you are more heroic, bold and clear, with a dignified body and a dignified appearance. You are taller and more famous than him. As long as you mention the four words 'Chengyang Patriarch' How can there be someone who doesn’t worship from the bottom of my heart?”

"Slick tongue, hypocrisy." Chengyang Muqiu said this, but seemed to have a smile on his face, Yinrong was about to heave a sigh of relief, and heard him ask: "Then you promise to go back to Taiwei Realm with me?"

"..." Yinrong said decisively, "No."

"That's why what you just said is all lies, you'd better—" Chengyang Muqiu suddenly stopped, "Shut up!"

Yinrong naturally shut up obediently, and couldn't help complaining in her heart: It's obvious that you have been looking for something to talk about, but you asked others to silence you?

It was already late at night, and the sound of horseshoes coming from the window was very clear and noisy, but it also inexplicably helped sleep, making people's eyelids heavy, and the silver cashmere was in a trance. I saw a small figure with a child's figure outside the window, riding a tall horse, from the window. Skimming ahead, I really couldn't resist the drowsiness, and passed out in a daze.

Chen Xiangwan saw the little man on the horse poking open the window paper of his room, and muttered "Three Corpse Blood Girls", then his eyes were dull again, and he asked suspiciously, "Muqiu?"

Chengyang Muqiu, who was next door, had a clear heart, restrained his coercion, and quickly withdrew his spreading consciousness, so as not to startle the snake. He only used his extraordinary ear to hear the obsessive smile faintly coming from the next door: "No, you are silver. Rong? Where are you going, take your time..."

The thing kicked into action.

After a while, Chengyang Muqiu felt something slipping into the room. So far, he has roughly guessed that the method of that thing's "soul seduction" is just some low-end hallucinogenic tricks. Usually this kind of monster is very good at penetrating people's hearts. It draws out what people desire most, the deepest desire, and recreates the illusion, which makes people fall into it and let it be at their mercy.

However, their methods are not important, what is important is where they want to lead people and what is their purpose?Is it really as Qi Wugou said?

Chengyang Muqiu felt the thing sticking to him and exhaled a cold and smelly breath, not only did not move, he even inhaled some of the fascination mist of that thing, but his cultivation base was too advanced, so he didn't fall for it for a long time, but Hearing Yinrong turned over on the bed, she muttered joyfully: "Is there so much? Brother head, is it really you?"

Chengyang Muqiu's heart skipped a beat when he heard the "head brother".

His judgment was not wrong, that monster would indeed arouse the most craving desire in the bottom of the heart, Yin Rong...why did he call out his name at this time?Does it mean that he actually...

Yinrong hasn't had such an arrogant dream for a long time!

He was leaning on the carved beauty couch in the most gorgeous room of the Hongxiu Building, on a soft pillow of mandarin ducks made of gold silk, beside him was Aunt Lan Zhi, who was holding a golden plate full of high-grade spirit stones. melon seeds.

In front of me is a row of fat and thin handsome men, there are about a dozen of them, some are strong and fit, wearing short and coarse cloth, some are thin and tender, holding a scroll, some are gentle and pleasant with smiles on their lips, and some are cold and aloof. With outstanding temperament...the most eye-catching one is a familiar face.

It has to be said that even if the ancestor of Chengyang did not have such a proud cultivation base, extensive knowledge of magic arts and household reputation, he could still be a face-to-face with his appearance alone. In a row of "beautiful men", he still stands out from the crowd, and he can be seen at a glance.

But why did he appear here?Yinrong couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, so he asked uncertainly, "Brother Sect Leader, is that you?"

"Chengyang Muqiu" smiled softly at him: "Of course it's me, Mr. Hu. In the past, I was the one who was wronged by my eyesight and ignorance of Mount Tai. Can you forgive me?"

Yinrong laughed happily: "You can't say that, you also taught me a lot of exercises, and also sucked a lot of yang energy into me, we are even... But if you want to be mean, it's not wrong Yes! Come and join them and beat my legs!"

"Yes." The "Chengyang Muqiu" in the dream said with a low eyebrow, and then together with a dozen other beautiful men, they squeezed shoulders, beat legs, performed their duties, and it was very lively.

Yin·Hu Master·Rong ate the grapes fed by the beauties, and shouted "Rewards! There are rewards for everything!"

Then, the beauties suddenly stopped and stood aside, "Chengyang Muqiu" said on behalf of everyone: "Master Hu, let's go to another place to have fun, how about going to a hot spring? Let's take turns to serve the bed?"

"You want to sleep in?" Yinrong wrinkled his nose, "No, no, your work is too bad, it hurts."

"Chengyang Muqiu" retreated with low eyebrows, and another handsome man stepped forward to say: "There are still a lot of fat chickens that are roasted yellow and oily, Mr. Hu, let us have a taste together?"

Chengyang Muqiu finally fell into the illusion, but there were two scenes in front of his eyes, a phantom-like "silver velvet", taking off his red fur fur, exposing his snow-white arms and large chest, lying on his body and whispering: "Master!" , Yinrong knows I was wrong, I would like to go back with you, Yinrong was self-willed before, you can hit me, use the ruler you used to punish me when I couldn't recite books when I lived in Henggao..."

With the same voice as the little vixen, she spoke in a soft voice, so seductive that even the soft black hair like a waterfall fell on him.

But the finger on Chengyang Muqiu's thumb still maintains the coldness of the jade itself, and his heart is as calm as water. Through the "silver velvet" in front of his eyes who tells of "changing his mind", he thinks half-heartedly: The one I desire most now is indeed him.

At the same time, in his sight, the real silver fleece took a sip of saliva: "Okay, okay, then go and taste it."

Immediately got up, stumbled and followed out.

Chengyang Muqiu followed him with his eyes, guessing in his heart: Maybe it was a dream to eat something delicious with me?

Immediately he got up, with a smile on his lips that he couldn't take back in time, but he crushed "Phantom Silver Velvet" to death, and then followed out with a vacant look and stumbling steps.