Can the tail be tickled?

Yang Xinghe, a foodie leopard, often transforms into a little old man, sighing frequently, how time flies, and disappears in a blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, it has been more than a year, and the younger brother can even put his tail away.

The fiery red whip pierced the sky with scorching fire, spewing out one after another awe-inspiring fire dragons, like nine days of scorching sun, making it impossible to face directly.

The red-clothed boy's set of whipping techniques makes the flow of clouds and flowing water, chopping, cutting, throwing, stabbing, teasing, every move and every style is so just right, with a slightly hot flame, it almost brushes against Yang Xinghe's face, which is quite a joke After that, he knocked down the fruit that was on top of Yang Xinghe's head.

Yang Xinghe was so frightened that his legs trembled. If he hadn't been tied tightly to the stake with a rope, he might have collapsed.

He wailed: "Mo Ziyi, don't go too far!!! Only you can think of using Sanwei Zhenyan to practice the whip!!!"

"Hahahahahahahaha." Mo Ziyi put Hongyu away, pinned it to his waist, a flame ignited from his fingertips, and flicked towards Yang Xinghe. Hongyan walked around him for several times like a joke.

Yang Xinghe closed his eyes tightly, smelled a burning smell, and yelled like a pig: "Mo Ziyi, if you burn my hair, I will fight you hard!!!!"

"What are you talking about?" Mo Ziyi curled up his index finger and knocked on Yang Xinghe's forehead, "When did I ever hurt my brother?"

Yang Xinghe moved his hands, only to realize that he was no longer restrained. It turned out that the burning smell just now was the smell of the rope being burned into a puddle of fine powder.

Only then did Yang Xinghe heave a sigh of relief, straightened his hairstyle, and said strangely: "I'll only bully my brother all day long, I'll tell the master...it's useless to tell the master, he's always pampering you " Paused, showing an uneasy and kind smile, "We will go to Qingyanzong to attend the Zongmen Conference in two months. At that time, I will tell the young lord of Qingyanzong that you are actually that A fox, you can't even hide your tail!"

Over the years, in front of Yang Xinghe, Mo Ziyi has raised his relationship with Ye Wuhui from the relationship between master and spiritual pet to a future Taoist companion.

"Hey." Mo Ziyi shook his head regretfully, and snapped his fingers. Yang Xinghe was surrounded by dozens of flames in an instant, rising and falling, getting hotter and hotter, and the air could be faintly seen burning. ripple.

He threatened: "Brother, I have never tasted this grilled leopard meat, tell me, is it delicious?"

"One, order, yes, no, good, eat!!" Yang Xinghe roared, and wrestled with Mo Ziyi.

*****

Two months later, Qing Yanzong.

The usually deserted alleys are now crowded with cultivators in school uniforms of various sects.

Someone hurriedly urged: "Go, go, the first competition is about to begin!"

One of them still strolled, neither in a hurry nor impatient: "Don't worry, there is nothing interesting in the first competition, and they are all unheard of sects."

Another person echoed: "Isn't it? Has any of you heard of this Zizai Gate? Let alone the Sun Moon Tower, maybe even our Bairi Gate can't win!"

Everyone laughed: "Hahahahaha, it's so!!"

The youngsters were laughing and playing, carrying the magic weapon of their own destiny and huddled towards the Yanwu stage. Seeing the flying magic weapon, they felt a burst of envy in their hearts, but they didn't know that the object of their envy was actually the Zizaimen they made fun of. people.

Yin Wuqing happened to be passing by with Mo Ziyi and Yang Xinghe holding the magic weapon, and heard the conversations of these children clearly.

"..." Yang Xinghe rolled up his sleeves, "You said I threw them here and sealed their mouths, how about that?"

Yin Wuqing held the restless leopard down: "If someone says a few words, your strength is here, so just keep their mouths shut on the field. I'll learn from your junior brother. How stable...heavy... ..."

Before he could say the word "steady", Yin Wuqing saw that Mo Ziyi threw a ball of three-flavored true flame down. The flames danced on these people, exuding scalding heat, but it happened not to burn people. Those talkative boys It was so hot that it jumped up and down, like a frog boiled in boiling water, which was extremely funny.

Mo Ziyi looked at Yin Wuqing and Yang Xinghe who were stunned, frowned, nodded, and said with a serious expression, "Run."

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The author has something to say: Hello everyone, I am the head of Stupid Xiaobing, and I will raise my head to meet you.

There are so many things going on recently, it is really too late, I haven't finished writing, forgive me. (kneel)