I became red after being fed by a boss

Hu Youyou has lived in Yunwu Mountain for a long time, and knows the surrounding terrain and environment well.

He squatted behind the thick tree trunk, holding his breath and staring at the simple trap he had set up.

Within a few minutes, the little bird was tempted by the food and jumped into the bamboo basket. He quickly pulled down the wooden stick, and the frightened bird flapped its wings and ran around in the bamboo basket.

After a while, a teenager came out from behind the tree trunk.

He is Hu Youyou who has transformed into a human form, a young man with a beautiful appearance and a lively appearance. From the moment he appeared, clusters of beautiful flowers in the woods lost their luster.

Due to the long-term absorption of moonlight, every part of his skin is white and tender, as snowy as jade.

Fox transformations are most likely to be beautiful...except Tibetan foxes.

What's more, Hu Youyou is still a nine-tailed fox with precious blood.

The boy's facial features are clear and delicate, his jet-black eyelashes are curled and curled up, the tip of his nose is exquisite and small, and it is a little pink because of the white glow, and his lips are in the shape of petals, covered with watery luster.

The most captivating thing is those blue eyes that are as clear as the ocean, not gloomy like the deep sea, but reminiscent of the coolness of summer, the end of the eye is slightly raised, and there is a tear mole dotted at the end of the right eye.

He didn't feel any pain when he stepped on the ground with his bare feet. His long silver hair hung down behind him, flowing down to his waist like a waterfall, rippling slightly under the warm sun, shining like broken silver.

If only there were no occasional silver strands falling from the ends of the hair, and the hair would not be knotted and split.

Hu Youyou will be happier.

He lifted the end of his hair and looked distressedly at the shiny silver thread that fell off to the ground.

It seems that tonight I will stay at the top of Yunwu Mountain to practice for another two hours.

After tidying up her sad mood, Hu Youyou approached the trap, and just about to open the bamboo basket, she suddenly found something hitting her foot.

His eyelids droop.

Good guy—is this the legendary wait for a rabbit?

Hu Youyou smiled with crooked eyes, leaned over and pinched the little white rabbit's long ears tightly to hang it in mid-air, the rabbit's limbs trembled, and its red eyes were about to cry.

Bunny is so cute, of course I want to eat it!

Several ways to eat rabbits immediately appeared in Hu Youyou's mind: roasted rabbit legs, spicy rabbit heads, spicy rabbit diced...

Saliva flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He skillfully took out the lighter left by humans in the mountains, flicked it twice, and with a "snap", the orange-yellow and blue flames danced.

After setting up the firewood, Hu Youyou lit a dead branch and stuffed it into the gap at the bottom of the firewood.

After a while, a single spark burned rapidly.

Ying Rong closed his eyes and rested for less than an hour before slowly opening his eyes.

The black and blue blood vessels under the eye sockets are clearly visible, the fingertips with thin calluses gently pinch the bridge of the nose, and the deep-set eyes are full of fatigue that cannot be erased.

He hadn't slept well for several days in a row. He said he was taking a short nap, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.

The filming time of actors is not stable, and it is common to shoot until two or three o'clock in the morning. Actors who lack sleep have developed the ability to sleep anywhere.

He is different, because of his keen five senses, he will suffer from insomnia at the slightest disturbance.

Over the years, he accidentally found a solution, that is, sleeping with soft fur can relieve this symptom.

Due to the habits he has cultivated over the years, he likes soft things more and more, but his body is actually immune to furry things.

From small ordinary dolls to moderately expensive dolls, to large soft ones made of artificially raised animal fur, his body's desire for softness is getting stronger and stronger.

He really wanted to hold it soft to sleep, he wanted to hug it in his arms, rub the softness with his hands, or put his chin on it and clamp it with his legs.

However, the aura belonging to the ancient beast in the blood lingers all over the body, and the coercion continues to spread outward.

Small animals without exception, they are afraid of him.

"Yang Meng, bring my things." Ying Rong raised her eyelids slightly and ordered the assistant who was playing with her mobile phone.

Yang Meng, who has followed the film emperor for several years, probed his head and kept observing the people coming and going in the theater. He stumbled and said, "Brother Ying, it's not good. There are so many people on the set now, let's go back and touch it at night."

Ying Rong's eyes were cold, and her tone was uncompromising: "I want it now, it feels comfortable, bring it."

People who didn't know thought they were discussing something nasty.

"Brother Ying, you must keep a low profile. Don't let your character collapse." Yang Meng sneakily took out a little white bear from his backpack. The doll was about the size of a palm, and it felt unparalleled in its softness.

I heard that this is the softest doll that Brother Ying has purchased all over the world.

Yang Meng couldn't help but rua a few times, and reluctantly handed the little white bear doll to Ying Rong, "Brother, be quiet, or the paparazzi will catch you liking this thing, and if the walking hormone's personality turns into a macho tenderness, Sister Ling will definitely scold me to death."

"Well, I see." Ying Rong said.

The doll was stuffed into the clothes by Ying Rong. After changing the costume, he only wore a pure black T-shirt on his upper body. His two long legs were folded on the recliner. The soft little white bear stuck to his well-defined abdominal muscles. Through the thin fabric, Ying Rong's slender knuckles pinched a small piece gently and softly.

——The restlessness of the blood became more and more obvious, like drinking poison to quench thirst, his "illness" became more and more serious.

Finally sleepy for half an hour, Ying Rong wakes up and prepares to finish the rest of the script and go back to Yan City with the director at night.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he caught a glimpse of white smoke rising from the top of the mountain not far away, which was very obvious in the emerald green. He was not the only one who noticed this.

The theater staff pointed in the direction of the white smoke and chatted in twos and threes.

"Is anyone having a picnic over there?"

"Crazy, how could it be a picnic, just this place where nothing shits, running all the way here full of food?"

"Fuck, it can't be a mountain fire, the smoke is so big!"

Before a few people said a few words, they were assigned to new jobs by the scene manager, and the whole set was busy.

At first glance, only Ying Rong and his assistant Yang Meng were resting leisurely.

Ying Rong pondered for a few seconds, thinking that it should not be a mountain fire, after all, there was no open fire, only thick smoke.

He suddenly remembered the white figure he saw on the tree before. After hesitating for a moment, he took out his phone, clicked on an app called "Monster Management Bureau", and sent Bai Yan's photo.

[Ying Rong]: Is Yunwu Mountain within your jurisdiction? Are there any registered monsters in the mountain?

The staff on the other side responded quickly.

[Yaoyaoling]: Hello, Mr. Ying, the system has checked that Yunwu Mountain is within the jurisdiction of our bureau, and all the recorded monsters have gone to work in the city as of the year before last. Judging from the pictures you sent, they should be human beings.

human?

Ying Rong frowned and turned off the phone.

"No, brother Ying, where are you going?" Yang Meng took the little white bear thrown by the other party, squeezed it and stuffed it into the backpack.

Ying Rong didn't turn her head back: "Walk casually and be right back."

On the other side, Hu Youyou was so choked by the thick smoke that tears came out of her eyes, she coughed dryly several times in a row before recovering.

He made a mistake. He didn't expect that some of the firewood he stored got wet for some reason. He didn't pay attention, and when they were all burned, the smoke was so choking that people couldn't breathe.

Good thing his bunny was baked.

Think of it as smoked rabbit.

Hu Youyou took off the rabbit meat from the grill, and with his skillful technique, the rabbit meat was roasted until it was golden and oozing with oil.

But handling the rabbit was really troublesome, no matter how careful he was, he still accidentally splashed blood on his body.

Next time I'll eat the bird or the fruit.

Hu Youyou tore off a piece of hot rabbit meat, and his white fingertips were reddened by the heat. He licked his lips, puffed his cheeks and blew twice, and stuffed it into his mouth contentedly.

In the bamboo basket, the little bird persevered in trying to escape.

"Just give up, I'll give you a good time." Hu Youyou sat cross-legged on the ground, her silver hair casually spread on the ground.

Xiaofeng was awakened by the scent, she stood on the tree in a daze and said in surprise: "Yuyou, you caught a rabbit today, your speed is so slow, how stupid is this rabbit."

Hu Youyou was not convinced: "Where is my speed slow? It's just catching rabbits. Isn't it simple for us foxes?"

"Really?" Xiaofeng recalled Hu Youyou's tragic hunting experience, with a look of disbelief.

After taking a bite of the rabbit meat, her mouth was covered with oil, Hu Youyou slurred her ears and explained: "Actually, this rabbit's hind leg was injured, so I'll eat it out of mercy as the gift that came to my door."

Xiaofeng cooed a few times, caught a glimpse of the caught bird, and shook her head: "Which bird is so unlucky."

Ying Rong recalled the place where the white smoke disappeared, walked through a forest, and walked straight to the destination. This is the picture that greeted his eyes.

Under the old tree, sat a young man with silver hair.

He was wearing a loose, pure white robe, the length of the clothes extended to his calves, and the exposed ankles were as moist as the frost of a bright moon.

——Having barbecue?

Ying Rong stared at the long silver hair and the pair of blue glass beads.

The judgment in my heart is more accurate.

He walked over with light steps, glanced around, and saw at a glance the piece of cloth that he tore off with his own hands to bandage the little rabbit's wound.

"..."