Can the tail be tickled?

"Danxin Gate, attacked." Mo Tianming took off the note on the feather arrow, and burned it up after reading it.

Mo Ziyi's brows were tightly knit together, and he let out an irritable "chi" sound.

After playing chess with the person behind the scenes all his life, he naturally knew that because Mo Tianming had learned the information in advance, he was obstructed by many parties and his plan could not be planned. He was in a hurry, so he went ahead of time and picked the most remote and most indifferent Danxinmen to fight.

Although the Danxin Sect is dull and calm, all they cultivate are excellent medical practitioners, and they are an indispensable force in the cultivation world. If it falls, there will be chaos.

Mo Ziyi adjusted his mood and calmly said: "Senior, you stay here and let your people leave through the Danxin Gate first, I..."

Ye Wuhui walked towards him and took his hand.

He looked at Mo Ziyi, with the beautiful lake and mountains in his eyes.

Mo Ziyi paused and said, "Let's go."

"Well, good." Mo Tianming agreed.For some reason, Mingming had never asked about the origin of this little fox, but his heart was full of trust in him."Be careful," he exhorted.

After finishing speaking, Mo Tianming gave Mo Ziyi a magic weapon, which was a palm-sized lamp: "There is some spiritual power stored in the lamp, please keep it away for emergencies."

Magical artifacts that can store spiritual power are extremely rare, and they cannot be reused after one use. Therefore, Mo Tianming handed over all the world's no more than one hand to Mo Ziyi directly.

Mo Ziyi took it, put it away, and said, "Thank you, senior."

"Nothing." Mo Tianming said, "Young Sect Master, please take care of the little fox."

"Yes." Ye Wuhui said.

While speaking, Mo Ziyi quickly drew up a teleportation formation. Stepping in front of the formation, he turned his head and said to Mo Tianming: "You must not allow yourself to suffer any harm, and so does your mother and sister. The rest, Let's do it."

His words were nonsensical, but he didn't want to explain too much, so he bowed deeply to Mo Tianming, his eyes filled with a failure-or-benevolence determination.

In the teleportation array, the ground shrinks thousands of miles, and within one step, it is already a scene of thousands of miles. The scenery moves backward at an extremely fast speed, illusory and shadowy.

Mo Ziyi stared straight ahead without saying a word.

He shouldn't have involved Ye Wuhui, but the moment Ye Wuhui walked towards him and held him, his emotions were like a torrent.

Ye Wuhui seemed to know everything, but he didn't say anything, just stood beside him, accompanied him, and supported him.

Mo Ziyi suddenly wanted to tell him everything.

Tell him that he has the memory of his previous life;

It is not a joke to tell him that he has liked him for two lifetimes;

Tell him it might be dangerous in the future;

Tell him that he never fell into the evil way in his previous life, he just wanted to protect him and protect more people...

"Little brother." After hesitating for a long time, Mo Ziyi suddenly opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, he just looked deeply into Ye Wuhui's eyes and said, "Promise me, if you encounter any danger, you will Let's go right away."

Ye Wuhui didn't answer.

Mo Ziyi repeated again: "Promise me."

Ye Wuhui remained silent, his eyes were dark and deep, and he couldn't see what he was thinking, but——

They clasped their fingers together.

This is his answer.

......

Half an hour later, Danxinmen.

Inside the Danxinmen was a mess, bricks and tiles splashed everywhere, and the horrifying puppets bared their teeth and claws, their limbs folded, and continuously attacked the struggling disciples of the Danxinmen.

There were a few puppets, dressed in white uniforms of the Danxin sect, covered with blood, poisonous to the bone, completely losing their senses, attacking their former friends from the same sect with all their strength.

On the roof, the long bamboo tree kept plucking the strings, and the spiritual power continued to flow into her fingertips, turning into a melodious piano sound. Blood oozed from her fingertips, and the blood dripped down, staining the piano red. string.

The thick white mist was misty, blinding the eyes, blocking the pace of the puppet monsters' advance and attack.

The disciples of Danxinmen attacked in formation, all kinds of spiritual energy merged and entangled, like a nine-day galaxy, falling and surging, but the puppets were immortal, so powerful, the counterattack that almost emptied all their energy was useless.

The puppet fell down and got up again, with a fierce and penetrating roar from its throat, turning the attacks of the Danxinmen disciples into futility.

In desperation, a sharp and piercing sound of broken strings suddenly sounded in the ear, the strings broke, the sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the white mist gradually dissipated.

The head of the puppet reacted swiftly, roaring, and leaped out, extremely swiftly, and appeared in front of Chang Zhu Shuli in no time, with the terrifyingly curved claws attacking her crazily with fierce wind.

Changzhu Shuli resisted with all his strength and narrowly escaped, but his body fell backward like a kite with a broken string.

Without restraint, the puppets attacked more ferociously.The formation of the disciples of the Danxin Sect was disrupted in an instant, and they fled around in a mess.

The puppet's sharp claws waved again, and struck again.Changzhu Shuli knew that there was no way he could escape, so he could only hold on and resist.

The sharp claws enlarged in the pupils——

At this moment, a red light flashed, and two red and white figures suddenly appeared in the air. The young man in red held a scimitar in his hand and blocked the puppet's attack. Then he turned his wrist, and the scimitar sank into his heart. Just hearing a "chi", the puppet fell to the ground, lost its sound, and could no longer get up.

Kureha supported Chotake Juri's body.Tears welled up in his eyes, and Chang Zhu Shuli shouted: "Master!!"

Mo Ziyi pulled out the Blood Moon Demon Knife, and the puppet shrank in the black smoke and turned into a normal person, but with a ferocious face and a painful death.

"I've said it several times, don't call me master."

The red feather flung out, brushed past the soles of the puppet's feet, and fell down in an instant. Ye Wuhui saw the timing, the ice surged, and a bone-piercing cold suddenly burst out between the sky and the earth. And open.

The puppet that fell to the ground was frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant, and even the sound of roaring was completely blocked by a thick layer of ice.

"All the disciples of the Danxin sect retreat, don't make trouble! Don't touch the blood, and be careful not to get hurt! Changzhu, fix the piano quickly, we two can't last long!!"

While resisting, Ye Wuhui calmly arranged: "Take the injured person inside for treatment first, and the rest of the people guard the other direction of the door, don't let anyone enter!"

Several elders were injured, and the Danxin Sect had no leader, and now the voices of Mo Ziyi and Ye Wuhui suddenly appeared, like saviors, and immediately followed their words.

The red flames were blazing, and the ice was sweeping, and the eyes were instantly covered with red and blue, which separated into two places. For a while, the disciples of the Danxinmen standing outside guarding could only feel the overwhelming heat or Cold air, what happened inside, no one can see clearly.

"Hong Yu, go help little brother, huh?"

The fiery red whip flew towards Ye Wuhui like a fire dragon.Not far away was a young man whose silvery white crocodile was reflected bright red in the fire. He held a whip in one hand and a sword in the other, and his whole body was glowing with ice blue light.

Carrying fierce ice, the fire dragon rushed out overwhelmingly.

Mo Ziyi held the Blood Moon Demon Knife and stood in the red flames. Ye Wuhui helped him clear the obstacles in front of him. The puppet monsters were blown away by the ice and flew out backwards.It hit the ground fiercely; the strings of the long bamboo tree were reinstalled, the sound of the piano was melodious, and white mist rose up in the wind, covering the entire Danxinmen in an instant.

Mo Ziyi said to Xueyue Yaodao, "Don't be afraid."

The Blood Moon Demon Knife was covered with a red glow, eager to try: "I am evil, I have spent so many dark days in the mass grave, how can I be afraid of these monsters?"

Spiritual power surged, and a ray of red flashed in Mo Ziyi's eyes: "It's the first time we cooperate, please give me your advice."

The Blood Moon Demon Knife was getting hotter and hotter, and the tip of the knife was ignited with flames: "Please give me more advice."

The spirit lamp was crushed, and all the spiritual power stored in it poured into Mo Ziyi's body. The flames swept across the sky instantly, and the sky and the earth were filled with suffocating high temperature. The air was distorted, and white mist visible to the naked eye appeared. Wherever the line of sight reaches, you can only see the curved space around.

Mo Ziyi's figure rushed out, wrapped in irresistible flames, amidst the explosion of the flames, the scimitar swung, penetrated the white mist, pierced the ice, and pierced into the heart of the puppet monster.

The figure turned into a phantom, and the puppets were frozen, roasted, and finally inserted with a machete. In the endless pain, they finally ended their lives.

"what--!!!"

Only one scream was heard.Looking in the direction where the sound came from, I saw a disciple of Danxinmen broke into the battlefield again at some point, the puppet's curved claws cut through his clothes, leaving a hideous wound on his arm.

His cultivation level is definitely not high, the puppet poison entered his body, and immediately exploded, a layer of black mist rose faintly on his body, his bones were distorted, and there was a "cracking" sound.

"Ji Gao!!!!" At the other end, a disciple shouted his name, and broke away from the hand of the person beside him, trying to rush into it. At this moment, a puppet rushed towards him, madly waved his claws at him.

Mo Ziyi flew in front of the man, knocked down the puppet, and cast a formation at a very fast speed. The light curtain blocked the disciple's footsteps and prevented him from taking a step forward, which would only increase the casualties.

"Didn't I already say, don't make trouble?" Mo Ziyi looked at him, his eyes even redder.

All the enthusiasm that is beyond self-control is irresponsible to oneself and others.

The disciple was frightened by Mo Ziyi's angry expression, he squatted behind the light curtain in a daze, and remained silent.

Not far away, Ye Wuhui also saw this scene in his eyes.

Ji Gao's body is mutating.

The limbs are turned outward, the eyes are empty and dull, the teeth are grinded, and there is a hoarse roar in the throat.

For a while, the surroundings were extremely silent, only the "creaking" sound of the bones deforming, penetrating into the bone marrow, making the bones creepy.

Mo Ziyi took a deep breath.

He raised the Blood Moon Demon Knife, his fiery color and spiritual power surged, he kicked his heel heavily, and rushed towards Ji Gao with a surge of scorching heat.

One second he was still such a living boy, but the next second he could only resign himself to his fate and become a monster.

At the moment when the Blood Moon Demon Knife was about to pierce his heart, Ye Wuhui's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and Qing Yu hit him hard on the wrist. The sudden pain made Mo Ziyi loose, and the Blood Moon Demon Knife instantly Snatched by Ye Wuhui.

An ice barrier rose from the ground, blocking Mo Ziyi's body. Inside the ice barrier, Ye Wuhui held the Blood Moon Demon Knife, his palm was so hot that blood gushed out, and the scimitar pierced into the mutated man's Heart, Ji Gao collapsed, with blood in the corner of his mouth, all in pain, and at this moment he was completely relieved.

The ice barrier shattered and turned into tiny ice slags. The sky was filled with frost, like flying snow. It shone faintly in the firelight, and then melted away, blending into the white mist, without a sound.

Blood snaked down and dripped along the Blood Moon Demon Knife.

tick, tick-

Ye Wuhui looked at Mo Ziyi, his eyes reflected red flames, in the red flames, stood his boy, his little fox, and his Mo Ziyi.

He smiled at him, and said, "Ziyi, you don't need to shed blood. In this life, let me do it."