What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

Just when Yinrong was hesitating, a calm and majestic warm current hit the sky and covered the sun, and the frozen half of the street gradually warmed up.

Yinrong was displeased, his small face was wrinkled, murderous intent flashed in his amber eyes, his five fingers were clenched into claws, and he was about to use cold and crisp again. Before he froze the whole city, Chengyang Muqiu held him firmly wrist.

Vigorous and dense spiritual power entered from the junction of the skin, resisted, and Yinrong was instantly controlled by him, dissatisfied in his heart, and when he wanted to make persistent efforts, he heard Chengyang Muqiu whisper his name "Yinrong".

……

Silver fleece?The name sounds a little familiar.

Yinrong temporarily stopped resisting, tilted his head, and looked at the other party suspiciously.

Chengyang Muqiu's eyes fell on the white neck like silver velvet and cold jade, it was like a piece of silk, empty.Chengyang Muqiu's eyes darkened, and he quietly moved his gaze to search. A delicate black jade bell emerged from the slowly melting snow and ice.

"What's your name?"

Yinrong's voice brought Chengyang Muqiu back to reality, and his heart sank when he heard this claim.

Hundreds of years of time could not eradicate his fear and hatred for that person. He also had the same tone, the same self-proclaimed, the same cold lingering, and the same rage that bleeds and drifts away.

500 years ago, that person killed all his classmates, teachers and friends, and 500 years later, the appearance of the fox-eared boy gradually overlapped with that person, and it was hard not to arouse the dusty hatred.

But Yinrong raised her hand, touched his Adam's apple and cheek, and then said in a condescending tone: "You are not bad, how about being Mrs. Yazhai for Gu?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "?"

Yinrong didn't wait for an answer, she was a little anxious, and grabbed Chengyang Muqiu's throat. The young man was not as tall as him, so he needed to straighten his body slightly and raise his face to make this fierce movement.

In the end, Yinrong didn't tighten his fingers, but flung them away angrily, and then said in a tone of "I really can't help you", "Whatever request you want, I can only satisfy you!"

"..."

This is not "he", he would not talk to himself like this, the person in front of him is still Yin Rong.

Chengyang Muqiu's expression gradually relaxed, and he said softly: "Your Majesty, promise to spoil me alone?"

Yinrong thought for a moment, then smiled, and said cheerfully, "Yes."

Chengyang Muqiu: "Your Majesty, don't kill people, okay?"

But Yinrong raised his face and said arrogantly: "These ants are very annoying to look at."

Chengyang Muqiu was silent: "Why do you feel annoying?"

Yinrong: "They skinned my little ones to make alchemy, their hearts are terrible! I... eh?" Yinrong suddenly changed color, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes: "You! Presumptuous! Who allowed you to take that thing? ?”

"You didn't chat with me sincerely, but to trick me into wearing that thing!" While talking, Yinrong seemed to be wronged, and angrily clasped his palms as claws, and pounced on it.

Wuliangzong.

A middle-aged beautiful woman who did not wear any makeup, carrying tea, walked into Xuande Hall, the Yingying Yanyan in the room immediately silenced, Fan Guhong's face showed a slight hint of impatience, but he still waved his hand, Signal them to back off.

Fan Guhong: "Ayun, is there something wrong?"

Fang Shuyun shook her head, she didn't care about those Yingying Yanyan: "I heard you worked hard, so I'll bring you some tea."

Fan Guhong's face was very old, and it seemed that he was more than enough to be Fang Shuyun's father. Fan Guhong took the tea, and the two of them touched their fingers, but Fang Shuyun withdrew his hand.

Fang Shuyun looked up at him, then lowered her eyes: "I'm sorry."

Fan Guhong chuckled lightly, "You and I are husband and wife, there is nothing I'm sorry about, Ayun, I know that my talents are mediocre, at the beginning your father didn't agree with us being together, do you regret it?"

Fang Shuyun didn't speak.

Fan Guhong: "His worries are not unreasonable. I have mediocre talents and I am devoted to seeking the Dao, so I cannot take Zhuyan Pill. Now you see...but don't worry, there are secret books hidden in Taiwei. I didn't do it 500 years ago. What has been done, will be done now, when—”

Fang Shuyun interrupted him: "I, a woman, can't understand your grand plans and great achievements. Drink tea."

Fan Guhong choked, but he still drank the tea patiently. After sending his wife away, he changed his expression and smashed the tea bowl on the square table. I was stunned for a moment, but thinking of the wife in charge I met just now, I didn't dare to ask more, pretending I didn't see anything, and directly cut to the topic: "The formation worked, and the bunch of spirit rings have been peeled off successfully."

"really?"

"In order to ensure everything is safe, the eyes of the formation are set up thousands of miles away, and I will personally guard them. Only then did I succeed, and my subordinates came to report the good news without stopping."

Fan Guhong showed his first comfortable smile today: "Finally, there is good news."

He asked again, "Did Renchen hold him back?"

Renhuan: "This... I don't know. The news didn't come back so quickly."

Fan Guhong: "It doesn't matter, as long as the restriction is lifted, that vixen will be completely finished. The news of him murdering people in the street can't be cleared up anyway. Cheng Yangheng can't stop it."

At the foot of Taiwei Mountain.

The frozen streets melted slowly, and those passers-by who had been frozen into ice sculptures gradually regained consciousness, with frost still hanging on their bodies and faces, but as long as they could move, they dared not delay any longer, stumbled, scrambled and ran away .

And the gaps in the hollowed-out blue bricks were filled with broken corpses—they were the gangsters who hijacked Dongliu. After being frozen by the silver fleece, they were kicked into powder. There is a strong fishy and foul smell.

A seedling drilled out of the mud, retracted again, drilled out again, retracted again, tried several times, and finally found a clean soil, successfully drilled out, turned into wicker, and finally turned into the appearance of Dongliu Daojun .

His two arms were still hanging limply, and he still hadn't recovered. He ran a little funny, but his anxiety was beyond words: "Yinrong! Patriarch! Patriarch Chengyang, how is my apprentice?"

Silver Velvet fell softly into Chengyang Muqiu's arms, his eyes were closed tightly, and his long eyelashes cast a fragile shadow in the dusk. Dong Liu was distressed: "What's wrong with him!"

Chengyang Muqiu tied the bell on Yinrong with his own hands, and there was anxiety hidden in his eyes, but he still said firmly: "It should be fine."

Dong Liu didn't care about being afraid of the big brother, and shouted loudly: "Yinrong! Rongrong!"

"It's all the master's fault. At that time, when you explained the funeral to me, I was still worried after thinking about it, so I planned to follow, but I was walking slowly, thinking that I would not be able to catch up anyway, oops! I shouldn't bet on that. I was caught by them, it’s my master’s incompetence,” Dong Liu slapped himself, “I’ll never gamble again! If I don’t enter that gambling house, I won’t be caught by them, and I won’t be caught by them Catch it, and you won't be troubled to come out to rescue! Master is useless!"

Perhaps Dongliu's thoughts were too disturbing, Yinrong finally frowned, and then opened his eyes.

"You're awake!" Dong Liu was both surprised and delighted.

"..." Chengyang Muqiu felt as if someone had robbed him of his lines.

Fortunately, the first thing Yin Rong did after waking up was not a touching scene like cuddling and crying with her master. Instead, she just stood up straight and plunged into Chengyang Muqiu's arms again, "Ah, Brother Muqiu What is it on the ground?!" It scared me to death!