Can the tail be tickled?

Mo Ziyi squatted helplessly by the river, dipped in the water and pressed down the little hair standing on top of his head.

"there!!"

"Found that fox!!"

"Hurry up!!"

Behind him, the excited voices of the teenagers one after another made Mo Ziyi tremble three times, and the dumb hair that had just slid down stood up again.

By the lake, a snow-white fox let go of its feet and fled forward desperately.

Mo Ziyi originally thought that the battle against the demons at the Wanhuatai was his last memory in the world. The moment the divine sword Qingyu pierced his chest, he opened his eyes hard, just wanting to remember this he loves. A person who cannot be obtained in one lifetime.

Smoke rises in the valley, and fallen flowers fly.

That day, in the sea of ​​flowers planted for him, Mo Ziyi slammed into Qing Yu without hesitation, letting the sharp blade penetrate his body.He fell into Ye Wuhui's arms, and with difficulty evoked a smile: "I will live up to the common people in the world, live up to the reincarnation of heaven, live up to the righteous way, and let alone you..."

He tried hard to remember Ye Wuhui's face, but he couldn't see anything, he could only let the darkness take away all his consciousness and fall into chaos.

Mo Ziyi couldn't hear the heart-wrenching cry of the person holding him, couldn't hear the exciting cries of thousands of righteous people outside the Wanhuatai, and didn't know how long he had been wandering in the dark.

All he knew was that when he opened his eyes and saw the first ray of light, he immediately realized—he was reborn! !

only......

Mo Ziyi stared blankly at the pink and tender plum blossom pad, and the fluffy snowball-like tail, feeling at a loss.

Mo Ziyi, the great devil who has crossed the world and slaughtered all the sects of cultivation, has been reborn as a fox? !

Or is it just a fox running around being chased by a few little monks? !

"Hey! This fox runs pretty fast!"

"Can you do it, you can't even catch up with a fox!"

"It's settled, whoever catches this fox will be his spiritual pet!"

The spiritual light flickered, and the little monks mobilized the spiritual energy in their bodies, turned into sharp blades and flew towards Mo Ziyi.

With a kick of his hind legs, his body turned sideways, and he dodged the attack lightly and deftly. Mo Ziyi pouted his tail and shook the little monks provocatively.

"Hey! This fox bastard!" A boy jumped up and down angrily.

Looking at the snow-white uniforms worn by those little monks, Mo Ziyi felt melancholy, not knowing what age he is now, and how Ye Wuhui is doing now.

When recalling that cold and indifferent face and those eyes as deep as containing the stars and the sea, Mo Ziyi suddenly felt that it would be nice to become a fox.

Ye Wuhui must have hated him to the core. In his last life, he kidnapped Ye Wuhui and forced him to do things that violated morality, righteousness and shame. If Ye Wuhui saw him again, he probably wouldn't need to bump into him. Ye Wuhui might directly stab him to death with a sword.

Can't play with these kids anymore.

Thinking of this, Mo Ziyi suddenly stopped running away, raised his paw, bit his fangs, and squeezed out a few drops of blood.

In the previous life, Mo Ziyi was well versed in the way of magic circles. In addition to the proficient study of spirit circles and magic circles, no one dared to claim that Yu could be better than him.

The reborn fox body unexpectedly has a little spiritual power, and it can't do anything else, but it is more than enough to draw a simple formation to hold these little monks back.

Under the guidance of spiritual power, the blood beads left a zigzag light reddish-brown line on the soil, connecting head to tail, and the next moment, a red light suddenly appeared.

At the same time, a white figure suddenly appeared and stood in front of Mo Ziyi. The breeze blew by, and a silver-white crocodile was blown by the wind. His ink-splashed hair stood up high with a snow-white headband, and his hair was full of hair. At the end of the tape, a light blue lotus flower is embroidered.

This young man's face was fair, and his narrow and beautiful eyes were full of coldness and arrogance that made people dare not get close to him. The tear mole at the corner of his eye highlighted his cold air that was not close to strangers to the fullest.

With just one glance, Mo Ziyi was stunned.

The snow-white fox grunted, forgot how to stand and walk, and sat down on the ground, pressing on the hairball-like tail.

The 15-year-old Ye Wuhui is just as immature as he remembers, at an age when he should be carefree, but as the young patriarch of the Qing Yan Sect, he has been tempered by the responsibilities and burdens on his shoulders into an incompetent The close ten thousand year ice.

Ye Wuhui raised the saber pinned to his waist, and pointed at the little monk chasing after the fox. Qing Yu had not even unsheathed, but already exuded an unstoppable aura: "When did Qing Yanzong teach you Hurt spirit beasts wantonly?"

Thin lips opened and closed, Ye Wuhui said in his ice-cold voice: "Forging a pact with a spirit beast requires both parties to be equal. Like you, you want to use your cultivation to suppress the mind of a spirit beast and force a contract. What is the difference between those ordinary hunters?"

When their thoughts were told, those little monks were submissive and dared not raise their heads.

"Go back and receive the punishment."

"Yes......"

Ye Wuhui ignored those little monks, bent down, and picked up the fox.

Mo Ziyi saw a pair of silver-white short boots slowly approaching him, and then, a warm palm supported his body, hugged him into the embrace that he had longed for, and gently caressed him with his slender fingers. His paws caressed the wound that was bitten open by himself, and there was still a trace of blood dripping from it.

For a moment, Mo Ziyi wished he could bite a few more times on his body, wished that these hands could touch every corner of his body.

Until the Young Sect Master carried away the white fox they had been chasing for a long time like this, those monks still didn't dare to raise their heads, and only when they couldn't see Ye Wuhui's figure anymore, they breathed a sigh of relief in fear.

Mo Ziyi nestled obediently in Ye Wuhui's arms, blinking his amber clear eyes, carefully observing the boy who was holding him.

Ye Wuhui's skin is as fair as water, and the lines of his face are as delicate, smooth and clean as if they were carefully carved, and every part is just right and beautiful.

Mo Ziyi also knew that he was reborn to the past. At this time, he hadn't killed his blood relatives, hadn't become the monster everyone feared, and hadn't kidnapped Ye Wuhui. Everything was still the same, peaceful And beautiful.

Ye Wuhui carried the fox to the riverside, beside a tall fruit tree.He stroked the fox in his arms: "Are you hungry? I'll catch some fish for you." His voice was still as calm as before, but with a little more tenderness.

He put the fox down, waved Qing Yu, and held a sword flower in his hand, the silver-white sword light gushed out, hit the water surface, and splashed spectacular water splashes one after another.

Mo Ziyi recognized this place.

He climbed to the tree in twos and twos, took a fruit in his mouth, and when Ye Wuhui walked back slowly carrying a few fish that were still twitching and struggling, he wrapped his tail around the branch, and "swish" from the tree. Half of his body protruded from the green leaves, and he held the delicate and beautiful fruit in his two paws, and handed it to Ye Wuhui eagerly.

Ye Wuhui was stunned for a moment, and immediately let go of the hand holding the fish's tail, and several fish "squeaked" and fell to the ground.

Just for a moment, there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, but more, there was countless sadness.

That year, he and Mo Ziyi met here——

Ye Wuhui, the young patriarch of the Qingyan Sect who couldn't find the spirit beast, sat under the tree in despair, his thumb lightly rubbed the saber at his waist, and in this place where no one was around, he let go of the icy coldness that he had disguised all the year round , buried his head in his knees, and let out a long sigh.

At this moment, among the green leaves above his head, a young man in red suddenly leaned down half of his body and handed him a fruit. A smile like sunshine bloomed on the face of the young man Mo Ziyi: "Little boy!" Why don't you sigh about your age, eat a fruit, and brother will solve your problems for you."

Ye Wuhui took the fruit, took a bite, and the sweet juice entered his mouth, making him remember this young man who is as warm as the sun.

It was such a little sun that made the ice in the young Ye Wuhui's heart crack open a small crack, and a small green seedling emerged.

But this little sun disappeared after Ye Wuhui's rebirth. No matter how he searched, in this time and space, he couldn't find the redness and warmth in his memory.

A thin layer of mist fogged Ye Wuhui's eyes, making Mo Ziyi at a loss for what to do.As soon as his tail was loosened, the whole fox fell down, curled up its limbs, and rolled to Ye Wuhui's side with a grunt, and leaned close to his feet, blinking its round grape-like eyes, and pouted clumsily. Shaggy tail.

Xiao Wuhui, be good, don't cry, I will lend you my tail to play with.

Ye Wuhui picked up the fox, poked the cocked hair on the little head, and smiled at the little fox unskillfully.

The ice cracked suddenly, the snow stopped, and the warm sun penetrated the clouds, illuminating the entire land.

This smile, like a soft arrow with a gleaming heart on the tip, just pierced into Mo Ziyi's heart.

In the previous life, it took so much effort to win the smile of this lonely and righteous No. 1, but in this life, he let go of his guard against a little fox.

Mo Ziyi suddenly felt that being a fox is good.

In this life, no matter if he is pretending to be cute, he will stick to Ye Wuhui's side.

The author has something to say: Thank you for poking in~~ Read more chapters~ You will fall in love with the little fox~~~

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