What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

Yinrong could clearly feel Chengyang Muqiu holding his hand stiff, for a moment, he felt suffocating coercion, and his ancestor was really angry.

Yinrong was terrified in his heart, knowing that he had played too much, and was about to make amends, but felt that the coercion disappeared again. Looking at Chengyang Muqiu again, he seemed to be holding back his anger, but he didn't say a word after all. .

Yinrong was a little apprehensive, but although Chengyang Muqiu's face was black all the time, he never let go of his hand.

Yinrong gradually felt relieved, secretly thinking that his ancestor's sulking look was a little cute, and then thought: the ancestor of Chengyang has a fierce reputation, and he has killed countless monsters in his life, maybe he is the only one who dares to find him cute.

"What are you laughing at?" Chengyang Muqiu still had a straight face, his anger still lingering.

Yinrong tried to pull his hand out, but didn't pull it, and said with a smile: "I'm happy with brother Xianzun."

As if conjuring, Chengyang Muqiu's face, which was so heavy that water could be wrung out, suddenly cleared up, then turned his head slightly, and said coldly: "What do you call me? You hate the deity in your heart, so you deliberately teased me?"

Yinrong really thought it would be fun to tease this 500-year-old virgin, but before he could continue to play, he saw a man and a woman rushing over—the woman was holding a child in her arms—to Chengyang. Mu Qiu nodded and bowed, "Immortal! Thank you, Ye Xingzi who killed my son has been caught!"

"Yeah, the baby is awake too, thank you Xianzun!"

Chengyang Muqiu was interrupted by the two of them, a little unhappy, and said coldly: "Get up and talk."

The man excitedly lifted up a bloody thing: "Look, this is it, it's a cat demon!"

The cat was long and thin, with ginger-yellow mixed fur, three tails, and a kitchen knife stuck horizontally in its back. It seemed that the blood had drained out, turning into a mummy.

Yin Rong clenched Chengyang Muqiu's hand tightly in fright, and plunged into his arms.

Caught off guard, a handful of warm and fragrant nephrite hugged his arms, Chengyang Muqiu was really in a good mood this time, he wrapped his long arms around Yinrong, and happily said to the two couples: "It's nothing to do with a little effort."

"Where is it? This cat demon has been causing trouble for a long time. The monks in the town say that it is extremely cunning. It can only be caught in a white paper cage. It takes advantage of the child crying in the middle of the night, but it doesn't work at all. Xingzi has been in trouble for half a month, seeing the child crying so weakly, if it weren't for you, the fairy elder, our baby... I would thank you for everything! It's just that my family is poor and I can't show anything. Please leave your name, and we will offer you the Longevity Tablet! Make sure that the incense will continue!"

"No need," Chengyang Muqiu was in a good mood, so it was rare for him to say a few more words, "Subduing demons is a matter of my generation. I don't want to tell you the names of people who are wandering around. Please go back, both of you."

Sending away the thankful couple, Chengyang Muqiu touched the boy's head in his arms, and asked softly, "Are you still afraid?"

"..."

Yinrong got out of his arms, but didn't hold his hand again. After a while, he grabbed his sleeve and said, "It died a terrible death."

Chengyang Muqiu thought that Yinrong was frightened by the death of the cat demon, so he comforted clumsily: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Yinrong was really not in the mood to tease Chengyang Muqiu again this time, she lowered her head and said, "It first harmed other people's children, and it deserves what it deserves, but I'm still a little scared... You said that killing demons and demons is your job." ?”

This is not the first time that Yinrong has witnessed the tragic death of his own family, but it is the first time that he has witnessed Chengyang Muqiu killing an irrelevant monster.

Everyone said that demons and humans are incompatible. Yinrong also grew up listening to the stories of his ancestors subduing demons. He knew it a long time ago, so he was not surprised, but suddenly a little scared.

Chengyang Muqiu sensed that the little vixen was in a bad mood, and said helplessly, "That monster deserves its own fault, and you have never done anything outrageous, you are different from him."

Yinrong whispered: "But if I replenish your Yang Qi, I also steal your cultivation."

Chengyang Muqiu: "If I am willing, it will not be regarded as an evil."

Hearing the phrase "willingly and willingly", my heart was inexplicably sweet, but Yinrong asked in a strange way: "Then what if one day I do something outrageous? Will the immortal kill me?"

Chengyang Muqiu frowned.

Yinrong was a little nervous, and shook the fluffy fox ears uneasily, and heard Chengyang Muqiu say with a dark face: "I will kill the adulterer, and then lock you in Henggaoju, and never see the light of day!"

Silver Fleece: "?"

Yinrong was dragged away by Chengyang Muqiu involuntarily, and had to trot to keep up, thinking contemptuously: What did the ancestors think?Did he think that the only bad thing he could do was make love? Hey, what a prostitute sees prostitution. Who would have thought that the immortal who cultivated the ruthless way would degenerate to such a state, full of male robbers and prostitutes, tsk tsk.

Yinrong originally planned to renovate the house, but Chengyang Muqiu, the "parent of food and clothing", insisted not to allow it, and tempted him with the condition of giving a spirit stone. Yinrong didn't quite understand why his ancestors insisted on keeping such a dilapidated house, but he still couldn't bear it. He gave in to the coercion and lure of the old man, kept the original small thatched cottage, and rebuilt a large tile-roofed house on the open space next to the thatched cottage.

The masons hired by Yinrong are three beaver spirits, different from the 'Ye Xingzi' who sucks the energy of mortal children, they are honest and responsible, earning spirit stones by their craftsmanship.

The three beaver spirits are all half-demons, simple and fat, with the appearance of a strong middle-aged man, with mung bean eyes and a big nose. When they smile, they will uniformly reveal their snow-white sharp teeth. Their hands are in the shape of animal claws, with thick and long nails. Sharp, although fat, but flexible in stature and quick in action, he hugged the high-quality logs customized by "Master Hu" to come and go like the wind, and then gnawed out the mortise and tenon that fit perfectly, and finally built the wall with mud...

The masons were very neat, and they were rushing to work day and night. Yinrong lay on the narrow bed next door, and his ears were filled with the sound of "click, click, click".

Yinrong exhaled comfortably: "It's really nice."

According to Chengyang Muqiu's recent changes, no matter what nonsense he said, his ancestors would answer a sentence or two appropriately, Yinrong waited for him to ask "what's so good about this", and then showed off logically: "this is The voice of Lingshi is the beautiful voice of me, Hu Yinrong, who became rich overnight and became famous."

However, Chengyang Muqiu didn't seem to hear it.

Yinrong tried to push him, but there was no response.

"Are you asleep? You're still sweating." Yinrong muttered.

Living with their ancestors for so long, the two of them played and sang almost every night. Chengyang Muqiu occasionally went to bed early, but Yinrong was not used to it. She always felt that something was missing, so she deliberately poked Chengyang ancestor's Chest, "Are you really asleep?"

Chengyang Muqiu still didn't respond, Yinrong closed his mouth resentfully, took out a sweat towel to wipe off the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and lay down next to him again.

The bed was already narrow, and on weekdays Chengyang Muqiu asked him not to change back to his original shape, so Yinrong was allowed to hold him, but tonight, perhaps because his ancestors were sweating, Yinrong also felt extraordinarily hot, so he simply Transformed back into a little fox, jumped to the edge of the pillow, shook its fur, and dug out a comfortable hole with its paws before curling up into a ball and closing its eyes.

Chengyang Muqiu didn't sleep well that night.

Outsiders say that the ruthless way is the most dangerous. Only the cultivator can feel at ease when he has cultivated all the way to the third level of the god transformation, broke through the great way, and lived the same life as the world. Only the practitioner knows the feeling of being backlashed by the ruthless way.

Before the breakthrough of each level of cultivation base, the monk will have a mental shock, and the further back, the more dangerous it is.Chengyang Muqiu remembered that almost every time before the breakthrough, the emotions of joy, anger, anger, and sorrow that he couldn't feel normally would flood him, almost drowning him, and his mind was buzzing endlessly.

And it's not a one-off, if you have to describe it, it's like a woman's labor pain before giving birth, repeated torture again and again, more and more turbulent, more and more driving people crazy.

But he had just broken through to the second level of God Transformation two years ago, and he forcibly suppressed the realm in the secret realm, which damaged his cultivation base. Logically speaking, he shouldn't break through again so soon...

The "backlash" this time is also different from the previous ones. It is not a grotesque and suffocating emotion, but a specific picture and sound, like a memory.

Since he was ambushed by Wuliangzong dog thieves in Snow Cave Valley two years ago, there was a handsome, white and tender young man who was thrown to the ground by himself, half of his body fell into the snowdrift, revealing a pair of tender white bare feet, and a Big fluffy tail.