What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

Chengyang Muqiu: "...why?" Wouldn't it be twice the result with half the effort to double cultivate with yourself? Why did Yinrong refuse, and the reaction was so fierce?

But Yin Rong didn't dare to tell the truth, and said vaguely: "If you can't do it, you can't do it."

Chengyang Muqiu: "Are you still blaming me?"

Silver Fleece: "..."

Chengyang Muqiu said irritably: "Because I was too harsh on you before, or because I didn't respect you and only let you sleep on the futon like a spiritual pet, so I can't let go, or because of Chen Xiangwan? I can explain what happened to Chen Xiangwan, You can explain it clearly to him in front of you... you have to give me a reason even if you blame me, everything can be resolved, once the matter is resolved, we will return to the Taiwei Realm, this deity has no patience to spend too long with you."

Yinrong finally couldn't take it anymore: "Who wants to go back to Taiweijing! I told you I won't go back!"

This was the first time that the little vixen lost his temper with him, and the ancestor Chengyang was shocked, shut his mouth, and waited for his next words.It was probably the acquiescence of his ancestors that gave Yinrong the courage. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "What Chen Xiangwan, what kind of kennel futon, can't you find the reason for yourself?"

"Maybe I don't like it, just because your job sucks?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "?!"

Yinrong said with a bang: "You are a high-ranking immortal, and you may not understand the vulgar words of the market, so let me explain, the job is bad because you are not skilled enough. With such a large capital, it should be easy to make each other happy. , but you only care about your own pleasure and make others hurt. Didn’t you realize that you made me cry every time? If it wasn’t for this monster who was worried about getting back the demon pill, I wouldn’t have done it with you a second time!”

Even if you are a man, you can't be told that you can't do it. This principle is not exempt from the world's most powerful Daoist Chaoyu. Chengyang Muqiu had an unbelievable and shocked expression: "Really?"

"It can't be any more true!" Yinrong complained, "My demon core has recovered to seven or seven eighty-eight, and there is still a little bit left, so I don't bother the immortal. Please be merciful and let me go, I will have a good time." Only Mei Yao, now that she is free, dare not double cultivate with others, because just thinking about it makes her butt hurt!"

Yinrong was extremely aggrieved, and after finishing her complaint loudly, she realized that she had lost her temper with the legendary Chengyang Patriarch just now. Lying on the head, but the amber eyes are still wide open, the chest is also straight, fierce and cowardly.

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

The ancestor didn't speak for a while, but there was movement outside the cave, the sound of people's footsteps from far to near, followed by the girl's exclamation: "Ah!"

Qi Wugou reminded his disciples in a low voice, and Yao Luo covered his mouth in panic—this elder sister who had experienced a lot of worldly life was also too shocked by the miserable scene in the cave to look directly at her.

After all, Qi Wugou is the head of the sect, and he can maintain his composure even in such a situation of Asura Hell: "Chengyang Immortal, forgive me, we were late to respond, and we encountered fleeing monsters in the mountains, it must have slipped through the net here. Of the fish, only one was killed, and although the other was seriously injured, it escaped."

Only then did Chengyang Muqiu recover from his previous emotions: "It's okay, it's not easy for you to follow, it's not a fish that slipped through the net."

They need to keep one or two alive, and go back and tell their master that Yinrong is protected by his deity, and he is not someone they can covet.

"Get those useless countrymen back," he ordered.

"Yes." Qi Wugou didn't quite understand how these young offspring who had died offended the ancestor, and were called "useless countrymen" by him-you know, the ancestor of Chengyang has always attached great importance to reputation, no matter what He never forgot to maintain the image of a cold and lonely expert—but he still used sound transmission charms to recruit disciples deftly to diagnose, treat and examine the injuries of these more than fifty villagers.

By the way, there is also Master Chen Shao, who has not yet woken up from the illusion, and needs to notify the four people from Wan Jianfeng to come and see Gu Yier.

These follow-up trivial matters were originally not to be troubled by the ancestor of Chengyang, but because Yinrong stayed behind, he didn't leave. He just stood aside with his hands behind his back and watched Yinrong rush to help treat the more than fifty victims. The young man's face was terribly gloomy, and the young female disciples in the Xinghui Building did not dare to breathe, let alone the ordinary people.

Only Yinrong has long been used to the uncertainty of his ancestors, so he wanders among the crowd without realizing it, and from time to time he takes a brush, licks it with his tongue, and then writes and draws in his notebook.

"Yinrong has a pure heart, like a conscientious doctor, prescribing prescriptions." Chen Xiangwan had already woken up, and he seemed to have no sequelae at all. He stretched out his folding fan, his lips were smiling, and he was as warm as jade again. son of the family.

What Chengyang Muqiu thinks of him now is not pleasing to his eyes.

However, Chen Xiangwan has no self-knowledge that attracts people's suspicion: "It's weird to say that if you think you like someone, the more you look at them, the more you like them. Brother Mu Qiu, Xiangwan is not talented, and it's probably the same if you think you hate someone or are afraid of someone. In this way, the more entangled you are, the further you push people away.”

Chengyang Muqiu frowned: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Chen Xiangwan: "Brother Mu Qiu, you rejected the engagement in public, and later said in private that you owed me a favor. Now I think of how you can repay it."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Chengyang Muqiu said decisively: "No!"

"..." Chen Xiangwan, "You don't like him, and you are eager to chase him out, but you just treat him as your possession, as a spiritual pet, and what is the difference from the cats and dogs at home who ran away?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

"Did I hit it?" Chen Xiangwan, "I've figured it out over the years, you practice the ruthless way, and you don't know what liking is, so why bother your heart—"

"How do you know I don't like him?" Chengyang Muqiu interrupted Chen Xiangwan in a murmur, and walked away.

Maybe I really don't know what liking is, but how do you know I don't like him.At least, the love stone of Boguta will not lie, and if there is love in the heart, it will no longer be possible to break open the stone of love and open Boguta with magic.

In just a few words, Yinrong disappeared without a trace. Fortunately, at this time, there is no need to deliberately hide his cultivation, Chengyang Muqiu spread his spiritual sense, and soon found his vixen, and then the jealousy in his heart became more intense :

Yinrong and Yaoluo, the elder sister of Xinghui Building, hid in a deserted corner behind the cave, head to head, talking in an intimate manner.

Chengyang Muqiu pinched a formula, and only then put aside the chaotic buzzing noises around him, and heard the conversation clearly:

Yao Luo: "I really don't understand why the head master must save them. Zhanghe Village is so poor that the "year-old tribute" they handed over is not enough for our sisters to buy a few magic weapons. Treated as a servant! Blame us for not doing things well, and only save people now."

Yinrong: "That's right, and there's also Boss Zhang, when he goes to make trouble on the street, how ugly is his face."

Yao Luo: "They are just not convinced that our Xinghui Building is full of women."

Yinrong: "That's right, they just grow a little thing, and they treat themselves as a dish. Let me tell you, I have inspected the quality, and most of them are strong outsiders. , too weak!" Although the ancestor's work is a bit poor, his own hardware is really strong, with his pearls and jade in front of him, the ordinary "stove cauldron" really can't catch the eyes of "Master Hu".

Yao Luo: "Master always says that it is our duty as monks to help ordinary people and protect the weak, but I just can't get angry."

"Who says it's not, but not everyone is so heartless." Yinrong took out a small notebook, "I wrote down the names of those guys who spray shit all over their mouths."

With a brush in his mouth, Yinrong laughed and said, "Anyway, they were dragged into the cave by monsters, and more or less suffered from miasma. You are just monks, not genius doctors. Who can guarantee that everyone will be completely cured and there will be no sequelae?"

Yaoluo's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help pinching Yinrong's face with her hands: "You're so clever! I never thought that this matter would be left to me, and it's not difficult to punish those ungrateful things... ...Huh? What kind of book is this, the 'Revenge Book'?"

Silver Velvet bared its two pointed and small snow-white fangs, and took back the book: "Tear off these two pages for you, I will put this book away, this is my privacy, in case it is lost, or someone else See, my life is in danger!"

"How can it be so evil!"

"You don't know, I also write bad things about big people."

Yaoluo thought that Yinrong was joking, and cooperated: "That must be put away!"

Silver Velvet: "Of course! Anything can be thrown away, but it cannot be thrown away!"

The next moment, Chengyang Muqiu withdrew his consciousness, and he was already holding the 'Revenge Book' in his hand. The handwriting on it was big and ugly, and the ink was messed up, but it was still legible.

Turning to a random page, I saw that it was written "This time it was clearly Chengyang Shimei who raped me, but he still looked defiled. If he couldn't beat him, he would have been beaten long ago. A person who cultivates the ruthless way People, are they all so annoying?"

"The five-hundred-year-old boy chicken is really terrible. He knew how reckless he was. He almost stabbed me to death. If he wasn't the head of Taiweijing, he would definitely be a bachelor for the rest of his life."

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

Myself, really, is it that bad?

The horse demon pretending to be Xuegu, spread its hooves, and used all its energy to escape from the barren mountain, and then galloped into the Yaoguang Cave hundreds of miles away. After entering the cave, it fell straight down under the throne, crying loudly. Tian: "My lord wants to make the decision for the little ones! My young master, he won't take it hard, he turns his elbows outward, and he joins up with those bull-nosed ones to deal with us in turn. There is a big monk in a black robe, he One man slaughtered all our brothers!"

"Even Brother Snake...he didn't pass a round under his hands! If I hadn't run fast, I wouldn't have come back to see you, my lord!"

The burly man on the throne frowned and said in shock: "The drum snake was subdued by him with one move? Tell me more carefully, what kind of monk is that?"

After hearing the horse demon's narration, the man first scolded him, "If you have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, that's the legendary ancestor of Chengyang!"

After successfully scaring the horse demon out of his wits, he sneered again: "Our 'young master' really hugged his thigh, but we originally wanted to seek revenge from him, just right."

"Ma Tongda, how long do you think you can confuse the young master with his beauty?"

"Master Shifangsha," the horse demon said persuasively, "Young master's appearance and figure are one in a million. My old horse has lived for hundreds of years, and I have never seen him more attractive... Ah, this subordinate should die!" !"

The horse demon slapped himself, and saw that Shifangsha's face was as usual, and he was not displeased because he slandered the "young master", so he was relieved and continued, "My humble opinion, the ancestor of Chengyang should have deliberately let go I have a way out, and the purpose of returning to deliver a letter is to knock the mountain and shake the tiger, warning us not to harass the young master again."

"Then just wait for a while. I've waited for 300 years. It's not too late." Shi Fangsha said calmly. It’s a good time for us to take advantage of it.”

Chengyang Muqiu looked through the "Record of Revenge" word for word at a glance, and came to two conclusions, one: Yinrong really hates herself.Second: Yinrong once liked herself.

The second point undoubtedly made the ancestor of Chengyang a five-hundred-year-old spring heart sprout, but he was soon poured cold water by himself: Yinrong's liking had been extinguished by him a long time ago. It can be seen between the lines that he really hates himself.

Leaving Taiweijing was not because of "piss off", let alone "temper tantrum", but a long-planned self-release. This is the freedom that the little vixen has been looking forward to for a long, long time, and the long, long-awaited [Far away from Chengyang Heng] 】.

Whether he has a marriage contract with Chen Xiangwan or is a Taoist couple with Zhao Xiangwan, he doesn't care at all.

Chengyang Muqiu finally realized the truth: Yinrong not only doesn't like him, he even doesn't need him at all—now that even the demon core has been recovered, his 'humanoid stove' can be discarded as a shoe.

He has no, all, no, value, value for silver fleece.

If he didn't make any changes, maybe his little vixen would really be tricked by hypocrites like Chen Xiangwan.

At this time, it was the final counting stage. The female disciples of Xinghui Building drove the large flying horse carriage to maintain order, let the young villagers get on the carriage, and prepared to return to the city.

Chengyang Muqiu walked to Yinrong's side calmly: "Ask you a question."

"Hey!" Yinrong seemed to be taken aback, unusually vigilant, and then said politely, "Please tell me, Immortal."

"..." Chengyang Muqiu, "If I forcibly take you back to Taiwei Realm, will you...will you hate me?"

The fluffy fox ears on Yinrong's head fell backwards "shua", "Did you pick up something?!"

Chengyang Muqiu said without changing his face: "No."

Yinrong observed the words and expressions, and felt that the ancestor did not seem to be asking the teacher for the crime, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chengyang Muqiu: "You haven't answered yet, will you remember the deity?"

"Of course not!" Yinrong smiled habitually, "The kindness that the Immortal has treated me is like a torrent of river water. Yinrong can never repay me in a lifetime, so how can I bear grudges? It's just that I was originally a wild fox in the country, and I was used to being lazy. I'm afraid I won't be able to serve the Immortal Venerable!"

Chengyang Muqiu was silent for a while, and then he uttered a sentence as if talking to himself: "Little liar."

If he was really taken back by force, the little vixen, who was so penny-pinching, would never forgive himself again.This path is not feasible.

But, what should I do to please him?I really don't know this kind of thing.When Chengyang Muqiu was at a loss, he saw Chen Xiangwan taking off his robe and walking over from far to near.

The old ancestor had excellent hearing ability, and after a little concentration, he could clearly hear his subordinate Xuanfeng say: "It's still cold in the mountains, he's born thin, he needs an extra coat."

Therefore, when Yinrong quietly turned to the storage bell for the fifth time to find the "revenge book", she was suddenly wrapped in a large black robe covering her head and face, and then said to her ancestor's expressionless face, "It's cold, wear it!" superior."