What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

Yinrong didn't explain, she shrank into Chengyang Muqiu's arms, and pressed against his chest tightly, listening to Chengyang Muqiu's gentle and strong heartbeat, she was preoccupied at first, but listening to it... she fell asleep up.

It can be seen that silver velvet is not a fox that is easy to hurt spring and autumn.

When he woke up again, he had already arrived at the familiar Henggao Residence, the familiar black-robed puppets, the familiar pavilions, the familiar elixir fields...

The silver velvet shook its hair and turned into a young man. Chengyang Muqiu was not here at the moment, and he must have been busy with things in the door. When the puppets who had been waiting outside for a long time heard the movement, they filed in one after another. There is a delicate silver tray, on which there are all kinds of delicacies, from the first-class medicinal food stewed with spiritual herbs to hot, salty and fragrant street food, which makes people's index fingers move.

Since the recovery of the Yaodan, Yinrong has been able to fast, but the gluttons in his stomach are still there, looking at the gluttonous feast in front of him, his saliva flowed out unsatisfactorily.

Silver Velvet still remembers the 'memory fragments' he saw when he tried to untie the bell, and he is still preoccupied, so...he is so preoccupied.

Finally, with a heavy heart in his arms, he entered the bedroom, and found that the big bed where his ancestors usually slept had an extra pillow, which was exactly the same as Chengyang Muqiu's, and they looked like a pair.

Yinrong was in a complicated mood again, dismissed the puppet servants, flung herself on the bed, and buried herself in the quilt.

"Ah, what to do, what to do!"

Like a small silver-velvet animal, he burrowed his head and upper body into the rolled brocade quilt, thinking sadly: Is it a dream or a memory? Could it really be his own memory?Do you want to confess to Yang Muqiu in the same city?But in case it's true...

Therefore, when Chengyang Muqiu entered the door, he saw a curled butt poking out and a big fluffy tail flicking and flicking. He couldn't help but lighten his steps and grabbed Yinrong's ankle.

Yinrong was so frightened that his hair exploded, Chengyang Muqiu took advantage of the situation and hugged him into his arms, his big hands were still grabbing Yinrong's feet, which caused the two of them to pose very indecently.

Yinrong was forced to cross one leg, because the two of them were so close that they could clearly see Chengyang Muqiu's expression. They had done this many times, and Yinrong could see the desire in each other's eyes at a glance. Sure enough, Chengyang Muqiu said in a hoarse voice: "Lying on my bed in broad daylight... on purpose?"

Silver Velvet: "..."

Yinrong: "No! Don't! Let me go, the door is still open."

Chengyang Muqiu didn't let go of his meaning: "There is no one else here."

...That's right, except for the two of them, no one here is panting, but Yinrong is really not in the mood at the moment, struggling: "Don't you have any business?"

"You've been sleeping for too long, and the affairs of the house have been dealt with." Chengyang Muqiu kissed the fox ears on the top of Yinrong's head, which was his sensitive spot, and Yinrong always liked it.

However, just after a kiss, Yinrong took back both the ears and the tail of the fox, and expressed his rejection with practical actions: No!

Chengyang Muqiu was taken aback, but he didn't force him, let go of Yinrong's ankle, and lay down next to him, in a very intimate position, stroking Yinrong's belly with his big hand.

The fox-shaped silver velvet belly is soft, and the human-shaped body has no fat, but the whole person is soft, soft and smooth, and feels very good. Chengyang Muqiu is like a piece of paper. Just a very warm and intimate feeling.

"It is not the responsibility of the Taiweijing family to deal with the rebellious monster clan. I have invited all sects and factions to discuss this matter. This is what I think." Said expectantly, "Take advantage of this opportunity to announce our plan to form a couple."

To make it public to the public and to give Yinrong a "title" was originally requested by Yinrong himself.

This time Chengyang Muqiu not only wanted to announce it, but also announced it to all sects and factions, which can be said to be quite sincere.

However, Yinrong flatly refused: "Wait a little longer!"

Chengyang Muqiu wondered, "What's wrong?"

Yinrong whispered: "It's inappropriate for you to discuss business matters. These days, I have seen and heard many things. In recent days, the monster race has caused chaos and injured many ordinary people's lives. Even the monsters in Pipa Town , In places where people live together, every household puts up demon talismans, and many demons no longer show their ears, tails and horns when they go to the streets. Now the human race hates the demon race, but you want to announce that you will form a Taoist couple with a demon at this time , this is inappropriate."

Chengyang Muqiu was silent, and said, "Yinrong, when you lie, you like to make long speeches."

Silver Velvet: "...?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "So why?"

Yinrong didn't dare to speak any more, and looked away guiltily: "It's nothing."

Chengyang Muqiu: "First you don't want Xianfang, then you refuse my intimacy, and now you don't even want to announce your relationship, Yinrong, you are avoiding me."

Yinrong swallowed her saliva, and the fox ears on the top of her head popped out uncontrollably, sticking to her head nervously, the fox ears were big and soft, making her whole person look fluffy and fluffy, it was almost a "guilty heart" two times. This word was written on the face, but Yinrong didn't notice it, and still said stiffly: "No!"

Chengyang Muqiu: "You can tell me anything."

Yinrong thought: I dare not.

Yinrong didn't dare to say anything, let alone face Chengyang Muqiu, and was about to turn into a little fox and run away, but when he recited the formula silently, his body didn't change at all, and when he looked up, he saw the serious and silent face of his quasi-daoist companion.

"........."

This is roughly the crushing of grades, and Yinrong is even more timid.

Chengyang Muqiu unconsciously released the coercion, and even the small whip hanging on the screen trembled accordingly, making a rattling sound. The little whip Silver Cashmere is very familiar. When I used to be lazy and couldn't recite books, my ancestors He will be beaten with a board. In addition to the traditional wooden board, a whip will also be used. This kind of whip does not hurt, but the sound is very loud. The shame is greater than the punishment itself.

But Yinrong still trembled in fright, remembering the fear of being dominated by the little leather whip. "You, you, what are you doing hanging that thing on the screen?" Could it be that he had already seen that he had concealed it from him, so he wanted to teach him a lesson?

When Chengyang Muqiu heard this question, his expression paused, and his coercion also subsided. If you look carefully, you will find a trace of guilty conscience flashing across his face, and his ears are also a little red.

But Yinrong was even more guilty, she didn't dare to look at him carefully at all, she just closed her eyes, as if waiting to be beaten, she was obedient and cowardly, which made people feel distressed.

After all, Yinrong didn't wait for Chengyang Muqiu's "lesson", only heard the other party sigh inaudibly, and felt a big hand touch the top of his head: "What are you afraid of, I didn't ask for your consent, how could I will hit you."

Yinrong was confused, and hadn't understood the deep meaning of needing permission to be beaten, so she heard Chengyang Muqiu continue to say: "Yinrong, I will never force you, when you want to talk, tell me, okay? As for the matter of becoming a Taoist couple, I also respect your opinion, and whenever you think the time is right, I will announce it to the world."

"Okay," Chengyang Muqiu patted his vixen's head, "If you don't like it, then I won't ask."

I thought that Yinrong's bones were very hard when his ancestor was going to torture him to extract a confession. It can be seen that Chengyang Muqiu is so gentle and easy to talk, but Yinrong felt guilty again. He quietly grabbed the corner of the quilt. In Mu Qiu's even and quiet breathing, in the soft summer wind that passed through the hall with the fragrance of spiritual plants, he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't make a sound, his heart beat faster and faster, and finally said with all his might, "I am Afraid, I will be your enemy!"

Chengyang Muqiu looked at him: "Why do you think so?"

Yin Rong met Shangcheng Yang Muqiu's eyes for a moment, but then he was afraid again. His ancestor's eyes... didn't seem like the gentleness and care he had shown him recently, but closer to what Cheng Yang's head should look like. Facing the turbulent waves, don't get angry and prestige.

Yinrong stammered, "That's right, I had a very realistic dream... It was actually just a dream, ha, ha, I was scared by that dream, and now I have forgotten the content... I just I want, I want to ask you, Xianzun, brother Muqiu, do you think Shifangsha’s words are credible? Why did he choose me? Now I can’t even bigu, maybe I will starve to death one day, or be skinned by a strongman in a fight. The luckiest thing is that I will only live for another 200 years before I die. What does he choose me as a waste Woolen cloth?"

"You're not trash." Chengyang Muqiu interrupted suddenly.

Yin Rong agreed: "Well, I'm not a waste, I can also know the housekeeping skill of the demon king, 'Han Su Tang'. Shifang Sha said that 'Han Su Tang' has no skills, no cheats, no need to deliberately practice, and it can't be cultivated. , it is a gift written in the soul."

"If, I am really, your enemy," Yinrong asked in a low voice, "would you kill me?"

Chengyang Muqiu was still determined, and said decisively: "You are not."

Yinrong persisted and asked, "Then how do you explain Hansutang? What if... I am?"

Chengyang Muqiu gave the answer indirectly: "The grievance between me and Xiangmei was settled 300 years ago."

It is true that he was sure that all the little demons with the blood of the demon king on Luwu Mountain had been exterminated by him, but coldness... was a problem that even he could not explain, so he refused to think about it carefully.Therefore, Chengyang Muqiu was actually a little nervous, and even wanted to ask Yin Rong, if he was really the child of the Demon King, would he avenge his father?

But he didn't dare to ask after all.

"No matter what your identity is," Chengyang Muqiu said in a low voice while holding Yinrong, "you are all you."

Yinrong suddenly felt that the huge pressure that had been pressing on his heart for a long time dissipated in an instant, and he gradually gained confidence in his heart, and said "yes".

If he stayed with Chengyang Muqiu all his life, maybe he didn't have to take off the bell. Yin Rong suddenly didn't want to know all the memories of the Demon King—in that "dream", he became the Demon King himself, calling the wind and rain, and throwing beans Become a soldier, worshiped by thousands of monsters, with a wave of his hand, the monster generals under his command killed more than a thousand people of the Taiwei faction.

But it's just a dream after all.

Maybe it's a side effect of the storage bell itself, maybe it's a trap set by Shifangsha, maybe like Hansutang, it's a mystery to be solved, but he has the initiative to solve the mystery, and he has Chengyang Muqiu's guarantee , he doesn't want to know the answer now.

It's rare to be confused, neither stupid nor deaf, not a family member, let alone the "demon concubine" of the first immortal sect, Yin Rong answered irrelevantly and said: "Before I left, I gave all my family to honor Master, and you will support me in the future. "