Can the tail be tickled?

"You really look like him..."

The night sky is like the sea, filled with hazy moonlight and sparkling stars.

"Aww—?" Mo Ziyi leaned forward, his eyes blinking with mist.

like who?

Ye Wuhui said nothing more, lightly tapped the two dull hairs on the little fox's head with his fingertips, and hugged him in his arms: "Ayi, do you want to learn the spiritual array from the masters?"

"Aww—" the little fox shook his head proudly.

No need.

In terms of formation, no one can beat him.

"Don't you want to? That's right, they are not proficient in the study of formations at all." Ye Wuhui said, "Only him...no one can surpass..." In the second half of the sentence, he He said it in his heart, thinking of the hard-to-find Mo Ziyi, his heart was instantly filled with bitterness.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?"

Ye Wuhui in this life is extraordinarily gentle, and his soft words reveal a warmth that he has never touched in his previous life, and even speaks a lot more.

Whether it's as cold as ice, as warm as jade, whether you love him or hate him, as long as it's Ye Wuhui, he likes them all.

The little fox rested on Ye Wuhui's shoulders, and his bright black eyes reflected Ye Wuhui's handsome face, filled with the light of waking up from ignorance, like a calm spring, clear and flawless.

Mo Ziyi stretched out his pink and soft tongue to lick the tip of Ye Wuhui's nose, affectionately patting his neck with his fluffy cheeks, and his two tails dangled mischievously in midair.

I like you the most.

***

After eating, Ye Wuhui took the little fox and was about to leave.

Full of anticipation, he thought that this matter would have something to do with Mo Ziyi, and could bring clues to find him, but when he came here, he was in vain.Ye Wuhui, a sword cultivator, could not get involved in the re-arrangement, so he decided to go back to Qing Yanzong first.

When passing by the meeting hall of Zhaotianmen, the two heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside.

"Aww?" The little fox jumped lightly, resting his two little paws on the window sill, watching the excitement cheerfully.

At the same time, in the dark corner, a black leopard leaped into it at some point, its black fur blended into the night, and a little brown monkey lay silently at the other end of the meeting hall.

Geng Shan, the master of Zhaotian Gate, waved his sleeve robe, and all the tea tables on the table beside him were swept away, scattered into pieces, and the tea spilled all over the floor, "Who the hell! Why did you destroy the mountain guard array!"

"It must be the third brother!" Great Elder Geng had a long scar between his eyebrows, which almost ran through the entire left side of his face, with a vicious look, "The third brother wanted to escape from the sect for a long time, but he was bound by complicated etiquette, so he couldn't do so. Now just want to break the can and smash it!"

"Nonsense!" The third elder, Geng Kong, was named, stood up angrily, and sneered, "Why don't you talk about yourself? How long have you been coveting the position of Zhaotianmen sect master? If you talk about the possibility, you seem to be more Am I bigger?"

"You!" Geng Jian stood up, raising his hand to attack.

Not to be outdone, Gengkong summoned the spirit sword with his backhand, attacking Ling Ran.

At this time, the second elder Geng Heng stood between the two of them, holding Geng Jian's hand with one hand, and blocking Geng Kong's sword with the other: "Okay, okay, big brother and third brother don't want to quarrel. Repair the big formation. I believe it must not be the work of the eldest brother and the third younger brother. In any case, Zhaotianmen is the dwelling place for the few of us, isn't it, Sect Master?"

This person's eyebrows and eyes are slightly curved, the corners of his mouth are turned up, and he has a smile on his face. He looks gentle and gentle, and he looks like a natural persuasion.

But Mo Ziyi felt that no matter how he looked at this person, something was wrong. He always felt that his behavior was a little inexplicably stiff, as if his limbs did not belong to him.

"Nonsense!" Geng Shan slapped the table heavily, "The formation protecting the mountain was broken, and you are still shirking responsibility here! Go back to your position!"

Gengkong and Gengjian glanced at each other, and each returned to their seats unwillingly.

At this moment, the little monkey, which had been dormant in the dark for a long time, suddenly moved, and saw a brown line passing by, and its figure appeared in front of the Second Elder Geng Heng in an instant, with its claws waving sharply. The tip of his claws unexpectedly drew several bloodstains on Geng Heng's face.

This was a harmless blow, and it would not be a problem for ordinary people to dodge it with a backhand, but Geng Heng really endured it, twitching all over his body, clutching the wound on his face, and knelt down.

A few drops of pitch-black blood dripped down and turned into wisps of pure white mist, dissipating in the air instantly.

Mo Ziyi's pupils shrank suddenly, his ears stood up alertly, his hands and feet became extremely cold in an instant—it turned out...it was that thing! ! !

Moreover, the smell on this monkey is exactly the same as the breath left in the formation during the day——

This is not an ordinary monkey, but a monster! !

A powerful monster with spiritual power stronger than the entire mountain protection formation and proficient in formations! !

The little monkey giggled twice, before everyone could react, turned around and ran, and jumped out the window.

Mo Ziyi kept a close eye on the little monkey, jumped off the window sill, grabbed Ye Wuhui by the corner of his clothes, and danced frantically in front of him, gesticulating wildly.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

I'm going to chase that monkey, be careful!That person has a problem!

Then, I couldn't wait to know if Ye Wuhui understood, the moment before the figure of the monkey disappeared from sight, he immediately turned over and chased after it, the snow-white fur ball disappeared into the night and was swallowed by the blackness.

The little monkey rode on the black panther and fled extremely fast. Mo Ziyi bit his claws, drew a scurrying formation on his legs with his own blood, and chased him madly at lightning speed.

There is definitely something wrong with this monkey, it must have something to do with that thing!

......

The eyes are bright red, the sky is full of blood, and the blood flows like a river.

The few people in front of them had empty eyes, pale complexions, wide-open lips, and water flowed out from the corners of their mouths. Every joint in their bodies was twisted into incredible shapes, like puppets on a string, wobbling and rushing. Wearing Mo Ziyi, he approached slowly.

Mo Ziyi was stunned, unable to believe that these people were his most respected parents and his most beloved sister.

"Kill me, kill me, Yi...kill...us..."

Accompanied by a horrific howl, the fire of karma burned, dried up the blood, burned everything in front of them, and burned away the things that forcibly invaded their bodies.

Mo Ziyi hugged three scorched bodies, kneeling and sitting in a raging sea of ​​flames, the flames shone on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks were flushed, like an evil ghost crawling out of purgatory.

......

In the dense forest, the night is oppressive, and the heavy darkness makes it almost impossible to breathe.

Mo Ziyi mobilized his spiritual power, and the flames gathered on his legs, increasing the speed formation, and the snow-white figure flashed quickly, with a touch of bright red, drawing a long and narrow glowing line of fire in the dark forest.

Seeing that he was about to catch up with the panther and the monkey, he saw the two shadows in front of him suddenly stop, and a white light flickered, and he looked again, there were no panthers and monkeys, there were clearly a man and a teenager standing there !

A man was dressed in black, embroidered with red patterns, and holding a folding fan. His facial features were carved like knives, and his eyebrows and eyes were unrestrained.

The other boy's complexion is not the white that looks good in the eyes of ordinary people, but a healthy and dark skin, with eyebrows that grow into the temples, gentle eyes, a straight nose bridge, and a beautiful Zhong Ling.

Mo Ziyi suddenly stopped his pace, and this sudden stop caused his whole body to fly forward, rolled several times on the ground, stained his snow-white hair, and sat blankly in front of those two people.

Master...brother...? ?

The author has something to say: No Responsibility Small Theater:

Mo Ziyi: Ye Wuhui, I like you the most! !

Ye Wuhui: Hmm...

Mo Ziyi: My favorite... um——! ! !