What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

"What? Isn't it delicious?" Yinrong was taken aback by the action of throwing chicken legs.

Chengyang Muqiu: "The seasoning is rough, like gnawing barberry and swallowing needles, it is difficult to swallow."

After speaking, he pushed the greased paper bag away, almost sweeping it to the ground. Fortunately, Yin Mao was quick and rescued the chicken, "Don't throw it away if you don't eat it! Why are you such a wasteful person!"

Yinrong's own roast chicken only had bones left, and now holding this share, he picked up the drumstick and gnawed it, saying vaguely: "You used to be the young master of some aristocratic family, you are rich and well-fed. Appetite, even this taste is disgusting, how fragrant and fat!"

He probably had enough food in his stomach, and the second one ate more gently than the first one. He could chew slowly—that is, his cheeks were puffed up, but he was not in a hurry to swallow it. The big fluffy tail at the back looks very much like a little squirrel looking for food.

Chengyang Muqiu looked at him biting the chicken leg he had eaten without any distaste, and thought that his own saliva still remained on it, he felt uncomfortable for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Have you always been so careless?"

With the chicken in his mouth, Yinrong asked blankly, "Huh?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "Will you continue to eat what other people have eaten?"

Yinrong stopped chewing, recalled carefully for a moment, and said, "Yes."

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

Chengyang Muqiu suddenly took back the chicken leg: "Don't eat it!"

Silver Velvet: "???"

Chengyang Muqiu began to find fault: "The clothes are so wet, and they stick to the body like this...how is it decent? Why haven't you changed them?"

Yinrong didn't understand why his family's furnace suddenly lost his temper, but this one was different from others, he couldn't retaliate at will, and he was also reluctant to retaliate—Chengyang Muqiu was his darling, he was the one who raised his cultivation base Panacea, not only can't take revenge, but also has to be offered like an ancestor to ensure a happy body and mind, and a healthy body, so that it can be 'easy to use'.

Silver Velvet undressed in a good-tempered manner.

"Listen to my brother. If my brother asks me to change it, I will change it."

Seeing that Yinrong quickly stripped himself naked, Chengyang Muqiu's eyelids twitched—that's not what he meant!

Then I saw Silver Velvet jumping up in front of me - only the big fluffy tail was curled up to cover the key parts - holding a handful of wet fox fur with one hand, and holding it up to Chengyang Muqiu : "Look! The wet clothes are off!"

The room was too small, and Chengyang Muqiu had nowhere to look. From the big tail curled up in front of his body, down to his two straight white legs, to his bare feet on the ground.

"Change back quickly." Chengyang Muqiu subconsciously clenched Mo Yu's fingers.

He meant to change the clothes back, but Yinrong misunderstood it, and turned back into a little fox with an "oh".

Shaking his fur, the little fox consciously jumped to the farthest place from Chengyang Muqiu. There was an old floral cushion, which he picked up from nowhere. The silver velvet lay on it with its tail curled up, like A poor puppy who is being punished for making a mistake.

Chengyang Muqiu felt more and more that his anger was inexplicable, as if he was making trouble for no reason.

So he closed his eyes, stopped losing his temper with Yinrong, and concentrated on sulking with himself.

After a while, I felt the bed tremble, followed by the soft touch of Mao Mao rubbing against the palm of my hand.

Chengyang Muqiu opened his eyes, only to see Yinrong wagging his tail and hitting him with his wet nose.

Is this trying to please yourself?The little fox felt that he was in a bad mood, so he made a special trip to coax him?

Chengyang Muqiu felt a little relieved, and reached out to touch Silver Fluffy's little head.

I saw Yinrong flicking the oil-repellent paper bag with her claws, grinning and sticking out her tongue, panting loudly like a person laughing, and a pair of amber beads-like eyes stared at him eagerly.

...It turned out that it was not to please myself, but to beg for food.

"Let's eat." Chengyang Muqiu said dryly.

I saw Yin Rong obediently dragged the roast chicken to the soft cushion in the corner, and ate it with his back to him. He ate very seriously, completely blocking the oily paper bag, and only a round and fluffy back could be seen.

"...Forget it." Chengyang Muqiu thought.

Looking into it, maybe it's his own villainous heart, and he took a step back. In fact, even if Yinrong is really engaged in skin and meat business, it's none of his business. What's his position?What reason is there to intervene?

...Yeah, why should I mind this?

Chengyang Muqiu always felt that he should be an indifferent person, but in fact, during the days when he was recuperating and lying in bed, his mind was extremely sensitive, as if too many emotions that had been sealed for many years were suddenly activated, and all kinds of strange and distant feelings The scrambling to come alive made him emotional and suspicious, and he was quite easy to "get angry"...

And these emotions that are so full that they are about to overflow have nowhere to vent, and there is only a beautiful vixen around him who keeps saying that he wants to "plot something wrong" with him.

When Silver Velvet was full, he licked his mouth, then jumped onto the doll box in boredom, carefully took off the doll, bit the round body of the doll, shook his head, and made moaning and chirping sounds while shaking, quite pleasant.

But it was not enough fun, because after shaking for a while, the doll's head fell off, and a large ball of cotton wool was exposed inside.

Silver Cashmere moved its ears, raised its front left claw, and fiddled with it, trying to stuff the cotton back, but the sharp hook on the claw hooked more cotton wool out instead.

Silver Velvet frowned, bowed and shrugged, growled threateningly at the puppet, and even straightened its tail.

...as if threatening the doll not to break it again.

Chengyang Muqiu rubbed his forehead, and felt that it was a bit silly for him to pour that emotion on such a fool.

"...You can change back into a human and do it again."

Yinrong moved her ears, turned her head, and tilted her head: "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

--Is it really possible?

Chengyang Muqiu: "If you use your claws again, the puppet will be smashed." He even suspected that the puppet's head was broken like this.

Silver Velvet licked his nose, and the next moment, the little hairball disappeared, and turned into a fox-eared boy in red fur, still dressed loosely, revealing half of his shoulders and the black "dog bell" above his collarbone.

Yinrong seemed to want to lick his nose, but his tongue only reached his lips. He moved his fox ears, picked up the doll and looked at it carefully. Yinrong looked at the doll, and Chengyang Muqiu looked at Yinrong. The petals are red and bright, and the big amber eyes are squishy.

Chengyang Muqiu felt irritable again, and said bluntly, "It's all broken like this, why don't you throw it away?"

Silver Velvet hugged the doll very preciously: "This is my favorite doll, it is very comfortable to bite! It is full of my smell, and there is no other doll that can replace it."

Chengyang Muqiu interrupted him: "Is it because you can't afford a new one?"

Silver Velvet: "........."

Yinrong: "...do you have to take it apart?"

Chengyang Muqiu tried his best to keep his tone calm, trying not to appear eccentric: "If you go to Hongxiulou, won't you have a spirit stone?"

Yinrong said without hesitation: "No, that's money for your medical treatment. You need to save it to buy the panacea and red rhinoceros."

Chengyang Muqiu was momentarily at a loss for words.

How could he have forgotten that the little fox went to that kind of place to make money, but it was actually for himself.

After seeing the silver wool fiddling for a long time, the cotton wool was not stuffed cleanly, but a slight sound of the cloth breaking, which seemed to be worse.

Chengyang Muqiu: "Bring it here and show it to me."

It is rare for Chengyang Muqiu to take the initiative to talk to him, and Yinrong naturally does not let go of this opportunity to get close, but she is still a little worried about the puppet, and keeps telling him: "It's okay, but be careful."

"This doll's head is about to fall off, only half of the cloth is attached, don't touch her head—stop it!!"

It turned out that before Yinrong finished speaking, Chengyang Muqiu had already opened the doll's head, and the cotton wool was completely exposed!

"Stinky monk, this monster is fighting you!!" Yinrong jumped up and bit, Chengyang Muqiu frowned: "You don't even want the stove for a baby?"

"...!" That's right.

Yinrong came to her senses, and quickly let go, only to find that Chengyang Muqiu's hand had two teeth marks from her bite, one of which was still oozing blood.

Chengyang Muqiu seemed to be naturally indifferent to pain, completely ignoring his own injuries, and only looked at the puppet in his hand, his tone was a little imperceptibly sour: "I just care about it so much? Who gave it to me?"

Yinrong licked his canine teeth embarrassingly: "Master bought it for me when I was a child. I didn't know how to change shape at that time. I got into trouble all day long and tore a lot of master's handkerchiefs. He bought this for me. I still have a lot of handkerchiefs left." Layers of protective mantras are very good at preventing bites, but they dissipate after too long, and then they break down like this."

... So it was only given by the master.

Chengyang Muqiu suddenly felt that the puppet was not so unpleasant.

"So, you deserve to know that biting you! This is my baby! You broke it on purpose, you should apologize to me!"

Chengyang Muqiu ignored him, and only ordered confidently: "Go and get the sewing basket."

"?" Yinrong said, "Don't tell me you can be a female celebrity?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "You can try it."

Yinrong offered the needlework basket suspiciously, and saw that Chengyang Muqiu took out all the cotton wadding first, straightened the seams of the puppet's threads, and then threaded the needles, very swiftly, like an old man who is used to it. The tailor sewed the doll's head properly in two or three strokes. The silver velvet looked amazing. He raised the fluffy fox ears on the top of his head and looked around for a moment, his big amber eyes were full of wonder.

Chengyang Muqiu said: "Choose two buttons you like and give them to me."

Now Yinrong is full of admiration for him, without asking why, he picks and chooses, and chooses a pair of colorful black tortoiseshell buttons, and Chengyang Muqiu uses the buttons to make eyes for the doll.

In the past, the eyes of the dolls were painted on, and they were blurred by rubbing for a long time, which was more or less paradoxical and terrifying. Now they are replaced with shiny tortoiseshell, which turns the weirdness into cuteness. The doll looks innocent and round, and has a new look.

The silver velvet tail is almost shaking: "Brother, you are too powerful!"

Chengyang Muqiu: "Now I'm called brother, not a stinky monk?"

Yin Rong salivated and laughed shamelessly: "Brother is really all-rounder, a big man, he can even know how to be a female celebrity!"

"..." I don't know why this compliment sounds unappealing, Chengyang Muqiu coughed lightly: "You don't know how?"

Silver Fleece: "Of course not."

Chengyang Muqiu: "Why are those things so complete?"

Yinrong: "It's all the old things and leftovers that the sisters and aunts in Hongxiulou don't want. I took them all home!"

...Forget that he likes to pick up junk most.

Yinrong hugged the puppet joyfully, with great interest, even with a sweet mouth, and said "brother", "brother, tell me, were you a tailor in the past? Oh, no, you have a sword , should be a sword cultivator, or a super powerful sword cultivator..."

When mentioning this, Chengyang Muqiu fell silent. He still can't remember anything, his past is completely blank, and finally he only said quietly: "Maybe he is a tailor who happens to know a little swordsmanship, who knows? .”

Yin Rong was lying on the side of the bed, and couldn't help imagining how her own furnace would look like tailored clothes, no matter how she thought about it, how it violated harmony, the boss was so aggressive, and that hand was also holding a sword... Wait, there are teeth marks on her hand Seems like it's still bleeding.

Yinrong said awkwardly: "That... I'm sorry just now, let me stop the bleeding for you."

Before Chengyang Muqiu could say "Small injuries are not a problem", the boy with fox ears was already kneeling on the side of the bed, hugging the injured hand, something wet and soft slipped across the back of his hand, and the wound was numb and slightly painful. Yang Muqiu froze in place: "You are..."

Yinrong raised his head, his black hair fell on his shoulders, and a pair of fluffy fox ears stood up vigorously on the top of his head: "We foxes treat trauma like this, just lick it and it won't hurt!"

Then the red lips parted slightly, and she bent down to swallow the wound in one mouthful.