Can the tail be tickled?

Mo Ziyi didn't break his promise, he really didn't bother Ye Wuhui anymore.

But he will send letters, one a day, sealed firmly with a formation, only Ye Wuhui's fingerprints can open it, and then use a mechanical pigeon to creak to Ye Wuhui's side.

The palace is heavily guarded and there are many guards, each holding a magic weapon. Once a living creature passes by, the magic weapon will make a sharp sound immediately, and they will be captured in unison.This mechanical pigeon is different, a small one, hiding from eyes, unable to see or detect.

The wooden bird's beak pecked at the window of Ye Wugui, and the mechanical pigeon "coo-coo" outside the window. There was no other movement in it, just flapped its wings, and fluttered away lonely.

Ye Wuhui opened the letter paper, crooked, not serious at all, very much like a writer——

"Yesterday I dreamed of you, and when I woke up in the morning, I didn't see it as a shadow, so I thought about it."

The fingertips rubbed back and forth on this line of words, as if the words were warm and warm.

These days, Ye Wuhui has never relaxed, and only when he sees these crooked words, he will slightly stretch his frown and show a little smile.

He took a pen and wrote the reply.

The Ye Wuhui in the letter was not the same as usual, he wrote several pages in a rambling manner, writing down what he saw and heard today, and then carefully folded up the letter papers, similar to Mo Ziyi's. Sealed together, carefully put into a gilt box, just like hiding a rare treasure in a thousand years, together with the thoughts in my heart, pressed under the pillow, and I can only fall asleep when I sleep on the pillow every day.

***

The place where Mo Ziyi is located can overlook the entire imperial city. There are many tall buildings, and the golden glazed tiles are gorgeous and dazzling, standing in the middle of a green and quiet Wuding river. calm.

Mo Ziyi squinted one eye, and "carried" the entire imperial city with two.

I don't know which palace Ye Wuhui lives in, what he is doing at the moment, he doesn't even reply to a letter, he really is extremely stingy!

Changzhu Shuli embraced the lyre, stood behind him, with that never-changing smile, said: "If the master thinks hard, just use the formation to hide the breath and get in."

Mo Ziyi shook his head, picked up the Blood Moon Demon Knife, his figure flashed quickly, a knife bent a limb at a strange angle, pierced through the heart of the humanoid monster with dull eyes and pale complexion, the monster fell to the ground in response Green smoke rises, and the terrifying appearance gradually fades away, returning to the appearance of a mortal.

Beads of blood meandered down the crescent-like blade, Mo Ziyi was already indifferent, his face was as usual, without raising his head, he said indifferently: "I can't go, the 'puppet poison' has spread from the realm of comprehension to ordinary people."

Changzhu Shuli handed him a handkerchief, and said, "The one hiding in the dark...that person is in a hurry."

"En." Mo Ziyi wiped off the bright red on the blade, stepped over the monster with a blank expression, and stepped over the corpse, "Changzhu, clean it up, we must not leave a trace here."

"Yes."

Pluck the strings with your fingertips, and as the sound of the piano flutters, a mist gradually rises, covering everything in front of you, covering the corpses and blood all over the place, and the entire mountain village is submerged in this nameless fog, which disappears in an instant, leaving no trace. Houses and tiles, there is no place for talking and laughing, as if there has never been such a village, and such people have never been born.

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——"Ayi, be good."

The word "good" is very light and soft, as if drugged, Mo Ziyi lost his mind for a moment, forgot to struggle, and Ye Wuhui grabbed his ankle.

"Little brother, you know it! You can't touch your ankles, it's the same as going to bed!" Mo Ziyi was a little flustered, and kept his legs away, but was held tightly by Ye Wuhui. not open.

He used clever tricks to keep Mo Ziyi from escaping, but he wouldn't hurt him either.

Ye Wuhui said: "Let me see your wound."

A cold and soft touch came from the wrist, and the fingertips slowly climbed up along the calf, slowly rolling up his trousers.

The calf was wrapped with a layer of snow-white silk ribbon, perhaps because of the struggle just now, the wound was split open, traces of blood seeped into the silk ribbon, and were exposed outside.

Ye Wuhui's brows were tightly knit together, as if the tip of his heart had been pricked several times by a thin needle, it hurt like blood, he gently removed the silk belt, the wound was deep enough to see the bone, and there was a faint smell of blood .

He kept this movement, holding Mo Ziyi's ankle, mobilizing his fingertips to gently inject spiritual power into the wound, his tone was half resentful, but also half relieved: "Ziyi, you still plan to hide it?" How long am I?"

Mo Ziyi insisted: "I didn't hide it from my brother? Are you talking about this wound? I accidentally hurt it yesterday, yesterday when I was fighting with my brother! It's not in the way, it's not in the way!" He tried to retract his leg again. .

Ye Wuhui whispered: "Don't move."

Sure enough, it was the same place where the little fox was hurt...

No wonder the little fox is always so similar to the person he thinks about day and night;

No wonder the little fox can always lick the wound in his heart;

No wonder I couldn't find him no matter what,

It turns out that you have always been by my side...

Ye Wuhui raised his head and stared at Mo Ziyi, but the boy's body suddenly started to tremble. Ye Wuhui thought he had hurt him, so he hurriedly stopped to check, but saw Mo Ziyi pursing his lips, cold sweat dripping down from his forehead, and his chest twitched rapidly. Ups and downs, excruciating pain.

Mo Ziyi pushed Ye Wuhui away, and shrank back: "Ye Wuhui, don't look."

"What's wrong?" Ye Wuhui was worried.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Mo Ziyi kicked off his shoes and socks, shrank back on the bed, covered himself in the cloud silk quilt, trembling all over, pushed Ye Wuhui away, insisted, "You Don't look... Ye Wuhui, don't look."

Ye Wuhui hugged him through Yunsi, patted his back lightly with his palms, and comforted him softly: "Well, I don't want to watch."

Mo Ziyi was still on the run, Yunsi was blocking his view, he didn't know that he had shrunk to the inside, and hit the back of his head with a "clang".

Ye Wuhui hugged him, but after the sound, a ball of fluff suddenly appeared in his arms.The snowball-like tail spread out listlessly, drooping in his arms.

Mo Ziyi smashed and threw off the cloud silk quilt.The young man's eyes were red, filled with tears, his cheeks were covered with an unknown rosy glow, his hair was messy, and two soft ears came out from between the hair, and the tips of the ears moved up and down with his slightly trembling body .

Ye Wuhui was at a loss, his hands froze in mid-air: "Zi...Ziyi?"

Mo Ziyi picked up the pillow, he was not willing to use force, so he threw it so lightly, and slapped it softly on Ye Wuhui's body, a pure white feather floated out from the pillow, whirled around, and fell to the ground. It reached the top of Mo Ziyi's head.

He took off the feather, pouted, threw it away as if angry, and then hugged his own tail: "I told you not to look at it."

Ye Wuhui raised his hand, poked Mo Ziyi's ear on top of his head childishly: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Mo Ziyi asked sullenly: "Little brother, what do you want me to tell you, to tell you that I am a fox? To push me away, to hate me, to hate me?"

Since ancient times, the relationship between spirit beasts and humans can only be the master and the spirit pet. Relationships beyond this limit are not recognized and will be ridiculed!

When he was a fox, Mo Ziyi just wanted to be a quiet pet and stay by Ye Wuhui's side, but one day he turned into a human body, and he became greedy, not only wanted to be with him, but also wanted to be with Ye Wuhui. , wanting more... wanting him even more.

That's all!But in this life, I will be hated again, that's all!

"Hmph." Mo Ziyi turned his back, stopped looking at Ye Wuhui, and buried his head in the three tails, neither listening nor seeing nor indifferent.

Ye Wuhui was dumbfounded: "If I knew from the beginning that you were A Yi, I would never have let you leave me three years ago..."

Mo Ziyi didn't hear Ye Wuhui's words, and his body changed again. At that moment, the red glow flickered, and the red clothes shrank instantly, only bulging, and a little fox slipped through the neckline. Come out, pick up the clothes and throw them under the bed, and then continue to bury them in their tails.

Ye Wuhui bent down, lay down in front of the little fox, and stroked the two dull hairs on his head.

The little fox quietly moved its tail away, revealing a black eye, then quickly blocked it, and turned around with its tail in its arms, leaving Ye Wuhui with a big buttock.

Ye Wuhui poked the little fox: "Ayi?"

The little fox snorted softly and ignored it.

Ye Wuhui called again: "Ziyi?"

The little fox covered his ears together.

Ye Wuhui patted the fox's little butt helplessly, picked up the fox involuntarily, and supported his two little paws: "It's clear that you are lying to me, why did you lose your temper?"

"Aw—" The two dumb hairs stood up angrily, and the little fox suddenly raised his head, grinned and made a grimace, then aimed at the finger supporting him, and bit off it.

He didn't use much force, just sucked it weakly, grinding it with the small tines like a demonstration, and worried that he would accidentally bite through it, so he repeatedly licked that piece with his soft little tongue.

"Ziyi." Ye Wuhui looked at the little fox, and said seriously and solemnly: "I...I never thought you were bad, and I never hated you, and I also...very Miss you."

Regardless of past life or present life, Ye Wuhui has never said such words, nervous, stuttering, and shyness that Mo Ziyi has never seen before.

The fox's ears moved, and the little fox held Ye Wuhui's finger, raised one side of his face, and blinked blankly.

As if going back in time, the bloody boy knelt in the ruined temple, on the dilapidated and dusty mud floor, and in front of the broken statue——

I hope that there will be no bloody storm in the next life, and I hope... Ye Wuhui no longer hates him.

It was impossible for Mo Ziyi to be angry again.

He let go of his mouth, the whole little fox was dumbfounded, its little paws were carefully stroking the place where it had been bitten just now, it raised its tail and rubbed against Ye Wuhui's hand, stretched out its little paws in an aggrieved and pitiful way, There was a small whimper in his throat.

Ye Wuhui showed a shallow smile, hugged the fox in his arms, put his chin on the fox's head, and stroked his back one after another.

Then, Ye Wuhui built a soft nest with the cloud silk quilt, and placed the fox inside: "Ziyi, wait for me for a while, I'll go find something to eat."

"Aww——" Mo Ziyi bit Ye Wuhui's cuff, gurgled and rolled in the quilt for a while, stretched out a small paw, the hair on it disappeared, revealing a bright red wound.The spiritual power warming just now has some effect, the wound has stopped bleeding now, and a scab of blood has coagulated.

He raised his paws high, just barely in front of Ye Wuhui, the plum blossom mat deftly circled around, the fox's tail was raised high, a small paw propped his face, his dark eyes narrowed , extremely arrogant.

You touched my ankle just now, which means you slept with me, and you have to be responsible, understand?

Ye Wuhui pinched the fox's little foot, took a piece of clean silk ribbon, took out the plaster from the turbidity, gently applied it on the wound, carefully wrapped the wound with the silk ribbon, and used a small piece of plaster left on his fingertips to clean it. Point the white ointment on the tip of the fox's nose: "Understood, I will take responsibility."

"Hmph." Satisfied with being served, the little fox put away his legs contentedly, wiped off the plaster on the tip of his nose with his little paws, and rolled under the blanket.

*******

After Ye Wuhui dragged Mo Ziyi in, Wushuang paced outside the courtyard for a long time, her face flushed, she didn't know whether she was excited or thought of other weird things, seeing Wuxue coming back from outside, it was as if she had found a vent, Pulling her and talking non-stop: "Wuxue Wuxue, do you know!! Our young suzerain brought a boy back! That's right, it's that Mo Ziyi you mentioned last time, dragging and dragging everyone I'm completely at a loss! Those who didn't say a word were dragged in!!"

"I have never seen the young suzerain like that. A person who was cold and lifeless suddenly became popular, angry and happy. What do you think the young suzerain is doing in there now? It can't be... "Wu Shuang imagined it for a while, the scene was too glamorous, and she didn't dare to think about it any more.

Holding her hands in front of her chest, Wushuang continued to tsk her tongue: "No wonder the young suzerain has never been close to women, and is always so indifferent. There is a saying in the poetry anthology, 'Long satin brocade robe with happy eyebrows, and there is an extra one One', tsk tsk, you are talking about the young suzerain!" [Note]

Wuxue nodded solemnly, and summed up in a simple and clear way: "Sovereign Young Master, I really like him."

Coincidentally, Ye Wuhui opened the door and walked out. Wushuang glanced at the room curiously, but Ye Wuhui quickly closed the door without letting her see anything. "Bad thing" speculation, walked forward uncertainly: "Young Sect Master, the side room to the east is still empty, I'll go and tidy it up, so that young master can rest today?"

Ye Wuhui said: "There is no need to clean up."

"Oh, yes!" Wushuang stepped back, and glanced at Wuxue with a look of "you see, I'm right".

Wuxue has always been quiet and reticent, but at this moment she showed a knowing smile that only a girl can understand.

On the other hand, after Ye Wuhui left, the group arena was no longer angry, and ended amidst the boos of all the female disciples.

Yin Wuqing is an old fritter, anticipating what will happen later, so he patted his apprentice on the shoulder, gave him a positive look, and ran away without saying a word.

Yang Xinghe hadn't figured out what his master's expression meant when he was surrounded by a large group of female disciples.

He had never seen such a battle before, the girls around him were all elite female cultivators from various sects, fair and beautiful, with eager expressions, they clinged to him one after another.Yang Xinghe suddenly floated, the leopard's tail was raised high, and he wiped his nose, knowing everything and talking endlessly.

"You ask when my junior brother and Sect Master Ye Shao met? I don't know it very well. I only heard from my junior brother that they knew each other in the previous life!"

"What? What is the relationship between them now? Everyone has been arrested! You ask me what is the relationship!"

"How did you catch up? My junior brother likes Master Ye Shao so much, I spend all day researching what he likes and what he likes to eat. If you chase after him, go for what he likes!"

"You ask me what Sect Master Ye Shao thinks? I guess, he probably likes my junior brother very much, and he even made an appointment to go shopping yesterday!"

"However, I only found out today that I have become so intimate! Tsk tsk tsk, the hiding is deep enough."

"..."

Yang Xinghe talked eloquently, and at the end, he did not forget to reprimand these female cultivators earnestly: "All of you, what do you say that women should be reserved, and you can't be too active, you have to wait until you are worthy of him before you agree Do it, look, it's too late, isn't your sweetheart cut off?"

The female cultivators lost their minds in a daze, sighed, and even cried out while covering their faces with glassy hearts.

As the saying goes, a woman is equivalent to fifty sparrows, and these dozens of female cultivators are hundreds of sparrows. Once these "sparrows" dispersed, the news spread in an instant, and within a day, the entire cultivation The world knew that "Ye Wuhui captured the disciples of Zizai Sect", and even more troublesome people analyzed Ye Shaozong's previous indifferent behavior, coupled with the repeated stern rejection Princess Zuo Junqi, so they came to a conclusion——

Ye Wuhui, the young patriarch of Qingyan Sect, turned out to be a broken sleeve! !

The realm of comprehension has always been peaceful, fighting back and forth, and compared with each other, it is also closed in its own sect. It is rarely revealed to outsiders, and it is harmonious in front of others. Therefore, it is interesting to make such a statement in Qing Yanzong. After hearing the news, the world of self-cultivation, which has always been boring, seemed to have found a fun toy, and the whole world of self-cultivation was boiling.

There are all kinds of headlines and pamphlets on cultivation, all of which are eloquent and flamboyant, and the person concerned is almost invited to show up!

Ye Wuhui himself didn't have much reaction to this rumor, but later, when someone came to him for questioning, he held the young man's hand tightly, blocked him behind, and said seriously: "I am not a broken sleeve, I have never I like other people, but I just like Mo Ziyi, and I want to like him day and night."

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Ye Wuhui floated out of the door, came back fragrant, and brought a lot of delicious food, all of which were in Mo Ziyi's favorite style, and brought back a basket of sweets, arranged all of them, and put them on the table.

The little fox didn't even look at the food, it jumped straight on Ye Wuhui, hooked his little paws around his neck, and rubbed against him every now and then.

Ye Wuhui hugged the little fox, let him sit on his lap, sandwiched a piece of sweet and sour fish roll, and waved it in front of the little fox.

The little fox moved his head slightly, sniffed the fish roll, opened his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp. It tasted good!He patted Ye Wuhui's knee, opened his mouth wide, and Ye Wuhui picked up another piece in a good temper, and fed it to the little fox one bite at a time.

There was a pipa prawn dish. Ye Wuhui was worried that the little fox would be stabbed by the shell, so he peeled off the shell of the prawn with his own hands, put it in a small plate, and handed it to the little fox.

The little fox happily pawed at the table, buried it in the plate, raised its three tails happily, revealing a round, fluffy fat buttocks.Ye Wuhui immediately recalled yesterday's fantasy scene of Mo Ziyi turning into a small ball of hair, curiously raised his hand, stretched out his finger, and poked lightly on the little fox's buttocks.

The little fox suddenly raised his head, tilted his head and looked at Ye Wuhui, his eyes blinked, food residue was still on the corner of his mouth, and he looked puzzled.

"It's okay, let's continue eating." With a smile in his eyes, Ye Wuhui added some delicacies to the little fox's small plate.

Mo Ziyi was full, his stomach became round and swollen, he hiccupped, slipped into bed and felt sleepy, just as it was getting dark, he dragged Ye Wuhui directly to bed and rested.

Ye Wuhui just let him go, changed into a set of pajamas, and lay on the bed with the little fox in his arms.

The little fox, just like before, burrowed into Ye Wuhui's arms, leaning against his chest, listening to his heartbeat before falling asleep obediently.

A night without dreams.

The next day, Mo Ziyi was woken up by the sound of arguing outside the door.

"Let me in, I'm going to ask Brother Wuhui for clarification!!" Zuo Junqi rushed into the room with the Nine Phoenix Chiyun Spear in his hand.

Wushuang and Wuxue held Zuo Junqi's hands and dutifully blocked her way: "Young suzerain is still resting. If the princess wants to see the young suzerain, please wait in the side hall."

The spear slammed into the ground, and Zuo Junqi roared: "Why sleep! I just didn't go to the group arena match yesterday, what's going on outside? Brother Wuhui robbed the disciple of Zizaimen and locked him in the room , Yunyu night???? Don't stop me, let me ask clearly!!"

Wu Xue asked back: "That's all nonsense outside, when did the young master do such an unethical thing?"

Zuo Junqi said: "I'll know when I go in and see it! If you two stop it again, it's true!" After finishing speaking, she shook off Wushuang Wuxue's hand, broke through the obstruction of the two of them, and rushed straight past.

Wushuang Wuxue hurriedly followed: "Princess, you can't go in!!"

The little fox rubbed his eyes. It was really noisy outside the door. He shrank himself into the bed, intending to sleep again, but when he heard Zuo Junqi wanting to rush in, Wushuang Wuxue's footsteps were flustered, and he suddenly woke up!

If Wushuang saw that the boy who came in yesterday turned into a fox today...

Ye Wuhui patted the little fox's back, raised a finger to his lips, and signaled him not to make any noise, and was about to get up, but Zuo Junqi was impatient, almost flew over, "bang" He slammed open the door without giving them a moment to react.

At the critical moment, Mo Ziyi clicked out the transformation formula almost without thinking, and directly transformed into a human body.

When Zuo Junqi came in, he was stunned, and Jiufeng Chiyun smashed to the ground with a "bang".Wushuang Wuxue was also stunned, both of them covered their eyes, and turned their backs in unison.

On the bed, a young man's hair was loose, the ink-like strands of hair were scattered down very casually, a few strands were hooked behind the ears, and a few strands were entangled with Ye Wuhui's hair strands, just blocking his face , making it difficult for people to see his face clearly, one can only speculate from the hazy profile that it must be a fresh and handsome face.

The young man pressed on Ye Wuhui's body, propped up his body with both arms, the cloud silk quilt just slipped off, revealing the neck and the beautifully lined collarbone, as well as a still arm like white jade, the muscles were undulating, it seemed just right Thin, not stout.

The maple red robe and inner shirt were casually thrown on the ground, and one could tell with eyes that this young man was naked|naked at this moment!

Mei's eyes widened, and Zuo Junqi was speechless immediately: "You...You...Brother Wugui...???"

Ye Wuhui put his arms around Mo Ziyi's waist, pressed him down, lifted the cloud silk quilt, and tightly covered the person in his arms. He was expressionless, sullen, and whispered: "Get out."

Zuo Junqi was stunned and didn't know what to do, Wushuang Wuxue reacted quickly, one dragged Zuo Junqi away, and the other closed the door.

Zuo Junqi was dragged to the side hall by Wushuang in a daze, and was stunned for a while, not even knowing that the pistol in his hand had been dropped, but then he sat on the seat and sobbed: "Brother Wuhui, how could you ,it turns out......"

Wu Xue brought a cup of tea: "I stopped the princess earlier and told her not to go in."

"How do I know that the rumors are true!! Brother Wuhui is actually... woo woo woo..."

Wushuang handed Zuo Junqi a handkerchief: "Princess, let's be sad. The young suzerain is ruthless to you. It is impossible to be with the princess. Is it better to be with men than to fall in love with other women?"

**

"Um......"

Mo Ziyi felt a little embarrassed.

He usually prepared his clothes before transforming, and put them on when transforming, but yesterday he threw the clothes under the bed in anger, and then forgot to pick them up, and went to sleep directly after filling his stomach , Who knows that when I wake up in the morning, it will come out like this.

This Zuo Junqi, no matter in what life, he will never give him good fruit...

Mo Ziyi was pressed into the clouds by Ye Wuhui, his eyes were pitch-black, he couldn't see Ye Wuhui's expression, it was really uncomfortable.He moved under the quilt, and he didn't know what he touched. Ye Wuhui shuddered and hugged him a little tighter. Mo Ziyi was pressed against his chest, and his heartbeat gradually disappeared from his chest. Normal becomes like the beating of a drum.

Mo Ziyi didn't dare to move at once: "No regrets...? Are you okay...?"

"It's okay." Ye Wuhui said in a low voice, but his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

Mo Ziyi moved again, squeezed a gap, and looked out from the gap: "Little brother?"

"You..." Ye Wuhui felt a little embarrassed as he felt the changes in his body, "Don't move."

"Hmm..." Hearing this, Mo Ziyi obediently rolled to the empty seat beside Ye Wuhui, wrapped his arms around his waist, and leaned against his chest.

The embrace was so warm, Mo Ziyi hadn't touched it for a long time, he closed his eyes and thought about it, his heart was at ease, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

When he woke up, Ye Wuhui was no longer in the room. The clothes were neatly folded and placed on the bedside. Eat fresh.Mo Ziyi put on his clothes, looked at the time, it was still early, and the human form could hold on for a while. After eating something, he opened the door and walked out of the yard.

He didn't go back all night, so maybe that Yang Lao Mazi Xinghe is going crazy, he must be whispering in his ear, "How can you not come back all night, what should you do if the original body is seen, your cultivation base is not enough, What to do with your own safety, what to do with the secrets of Zizaimen" and other words.

In order to prevent this from happening, he still had some meat left, and he was going to pack it back and cover Yang Xinghe's mouth with food.

The sun was just right, hitting warmly on his body, Mo Ziyi stretched his waist, and the corners of his eyes were gradually covered with water.

Wushuang was cleaning the yard. Seeing the door being pushed open, she looked left and right to make sure there was no one around, so she approached Mo Ziyi mysteriously: "Mr. Mo, what do you think of the Young Sect Master?"

"Huh?" Mo Ziyi didn't know why Wushuang would suddenly ask these questions. He thought about it for a while, and answered honestly, "Very gentle."

Wushuang continued to ask: "The young suzerain is... powerful?"

"Young Sect Master is naturally powerful." Mo Ziyi was puzzled, "Why are you asking these questions?"

"It's so powerful at first glance, Mr. Mo can't even get out of bed, after staying up for so long." Wushuang muttered softly.

"what are you saying?"

"It's nothing, cough cough." Wushuang said seriously, "When I got up in the morning, the young master asked me for some plasters to relieve pain and stop bleeding, Mr. Mo put them on? This... Wushuang can't do it for you gone."

Mo Ziyi said: "A plaster for pain relief? Oh, my little brother has already applied it for me."

Wushuang covered her mouth, her brows and eyes were curved, and she smiled maliciously "hehehe" twice: "Mr. Mo is going back? Then you should have a good rest. You must have been very tired last night."

Mo Ziyi suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, during the journey back to Zizaimen's residence, what Mo Ziyi saw and heard all confirmed his premonition.

There was no arrangement for the Zongmen General Assembly in the morning. Most of the monks who came to participate would use this period of time to practice hard. Qingyanzong also specially arranged a place for cultivation near the residence. Several groups of Qingyanzong disciples were also arrested Arranged here.

At the moment when they were resting, several disciples gathered together and chatted.

A little monk said: "Have you heard that yesterday the Young Sect Master arrested the disciples of the Zizai Sect and went back!"

The other said: "Not only that, I heard that they were kidnapped and kidnapped!!"

Another said: "I didn't expect that the young master, who is usually so serious, can be so wild."

Mo Ziyi happened to pass by and heard something.

wild? !Young suzerain? !

He slowed down his pace, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully.

At this moment, another little monk from Qing Yanzong rushed over and shouted: "Latest news, latest news!!"

The scattered disciples all surrounded them at once, and Mo Ziyi also took advantage of the confusion to sneak into the crowd.

The little monk was still panting, and kept patting his chest: "Exclusive news! Huh...huh..." The little monk took a few deep breaths, and finally calmed down, " This morning the princess broke into the residence of the Young Sect Master! Not long after entering, she ran out crying, and the Nine Phoenix Chiyun Spear was gone!"

"And..." the little monk pretended to be mysterious and gasped, "I got the news from Sister Wushuang that the disciple of the Zizai Sect couldn't get out of bed this morning, and the young master ordered a lot of plasters." Come!"

Mo Ziyi looked blank:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

He almost didn't cough up a mouthful of blood: "What? Say it again?"

These disciples were not able to watch the sect competition, so they didn't recognize Mo Ziyi, they only thought he was a casual cultivator passing by by chance.The little monk was very enthusiastic, and patted Mo Ziyi's shoulder: "My fellow Taoist, seeing you is unfamiliar, you must not have come to watch our group arena match yesterday! Yesterday, the young suzerain tied a boy back to his room , quite a cloud and rain!!"

There were many question marks on Mo Ziyi's head: "Ah????"

The little monk told Mo Ziyi all the rumors, such as "Young suzerain likes men, no wonder he never gets close to others", "Young suzerain is so skillful", "What princess is heartbroken" , "Why did the two know each other in the previous life?" Yunyun, all kinds of guesses were told to Mo Ziyi, and he was confused.

"..." Mo Ziyi was shocked: "We met in the previous life????"

The little monk covered his mouth with his hand mysteriously: "It's absolutely true! Brother Zizai Men Yang revealed it himself, there can be no mistake!"

The little monk wentssiped again and guessed: "Just now the suzerain called the young suzerain away, and Senior Yin was also called away! I guess it is to discuss the marriage!"

The little monk talked with Mo Ziyi for a long time, and answered other people's questions along the way, until the rest time was over, everyone dispersed, leaving Mo Ziyi alone, standing in the empty alley in a daze superior.

The amount of information was too huge, and Mo Ziyi couldn't digest it for a while. He drooped his head and let go for a long time before Mo Ziyi gradually recovered his sanity, and the first thing he did when he regained his sanity was to decide to beat Yang Xinghe up. .

"...Yang Xinghe, you bastard!!!"

The young man in red rode on a black leopard, took out a yellow talisman, and stuck it on the black leopard. Suddenly, a huge thunder appeared in the room out of thin air, and hit Yang Xinghe with a "rumble".

Yang Xinghe screamed, turned over and threw Mo Ziyi off his body.

Mo Ziyi squeezed out the Sanwei Zhenyan and threw it at the leopard's tail. The little flame immediately burned the fur on the tip of the tail to black: "Why did you say everything!!"

Yang Xinghe clutched his butt and shouted: "What did I say!!"

Mo Ziyi made another cluster of flames, stood in front of Yang Xinghe, and threatened to ask: "What does it mean that we met in the previous life!"

Yang Xinghe lost his confidence: "You told me, you have known each other since your previous life..."

Mo Ziyi slapped Leopard on the head heavily: "You also told everyone that I like Ye Wuhui! You also said that I planned it meticulously and for a long time! This matter is getting bigger and bigger, and I blame you! Hate me, I want you to look good, you stinky leopard!!" Mo Zi was furious, and grabbed the leopard's ears twice.

Yang Leopard felt aggrieved, and lay down on the ground. After a while, as if thinking of something, the whole leopard jumped up, and its thick paws immediately knocked Mo Ziyi to the ground: "I haven't said anything about you yet, why did you say that?" It’s revealed! If the secret of Zizaimen is known to others, I will only ask you to look good!”

Mo Ziyi counterattacked: "Wugui is not someone else!"

Yang Xinghe glanced at him squintingly, and made up his sword: "They said they want to marry you or marry you as brother, why are you not someone else?"

The two senior brothers couldn't argue with each other, and they fought into a ball. Mo Ziyi punched Yang Xinghe, and Yang Xinghe kicked him; Yue...until the two of them had paint on their faces and bodies, the boy turned into a fox, and the leopard fur and fox fur fell all over the ground, and they leaned together panting.

The black panther used its sharp claws to pick at the fur on the top of the fox's head: "Are you really determined to break your sleeve with Ye Wuhui?"

"Wow." The little fox patted off the panther's sharp claws, and stroked the top of his head.

"That's good, so no one will come to grab my sister from me." Yang Xinghe flicked the thick leopard's tail, and put it on the little fox's belly with a "slap".

"Aww." Mo Ziyi rolled his eyes and bit the tip of the leopard's tail.

Yang Xinghe drew back his tail: "Just do whatever you want. The reason why Zizaimen is called Zizaimen, I guess, is that the ancestor didn't want us monsters to feel the bondage of the world, but also wanted us to be free. survive."

The black leopard patted the little fox, and said seriously: "No matter how late you come back, brother will hold the door for you."

The little fox turned around and looked at Yang Xinghe seriously.

"Of course, one spirit stone at a time, or one roast chicken!"