The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

Mo Tianliao recalled Taishi, knocked off the pottery shell twice on the ground, and forcibly turned it back into a wristband, "Huh?" Qingtong raised his head and looked at Mo Tianliao, "What is an easy way?"

"Ahem, this..." Mo Tianliao looked down at him, his cold eyes showed a little curiosity, and his well-shaped mouth was slightly opened because of his raised head, and he could see a pink tip of his tongue, and he couldn't help but move closer. , suddenly felt a little itchy in the left ear, and turned to look.

A furry tiger's head was also leaning towards this side, staring at him with a pair of tiger eyes the size of copper bells, eyes full of curiosity.

I almost forgot, the elder brother is also here.

Seeing the big tiger joining in the fun, Qingtong remembered something and took out the little fox from the bracelet.When I got off the flying boat, I was afraid that other disciples would see it, so I stuffed the fox into the storage bracelet, almost forgot.

The huddled fox shook its fur, took two steps, and fell down on the cushion with a plop.Because of being curled up in the bracelet for a long time, my legs became numb.It took a while for his legs to recover, and he turned into a boy, and was instructed by Mo Tianliao to go outside to get the jade slips.

What Ding Zijin left outside the door was indeed the process of the meeting.

The three conferences will not start until three days later. Before that, they can enjoy the scenery and meet friends in the Liuyun School. The conference starts with skill competitions, refining tools, alchemy, formations, etc. This will last for ten days , followed by spell competition.Those who have participated in the skill competition before can also continue to compete in martial arts. Every competition will have a prize. The specifics are not written in the process, and it is estimated that it will be announced at the conference.

The sky is getting late and the mountain wind is starting to cool down.

In addition to the master bedroom, there are also some rooms for the followers to rest in the small courtyard, as well as a shed for the spirit pets.

Qingtong stood up and yawned, ordered Mo Tianliao to warm up the bath water for him, and Shuangren to fasten his spiritual pet, and then happily entered the master bedroom.

A spirit pet?The little fox blinked and looked at the senior brother beside him, is this it?

Mo Tianliao clenched a fist with one hand, put it to his lips and coughed softly, packed up the cushions and quilts on the floor, and scrambled to heat up the bath water.

Because this courtyard is for distinguished guests, the equipment is very good.

In the bathroom is a bathtub made of white jade, which is very large and can accommodate two people sitting in it.Mo Tianliao quickly fetched water, put his hand in to stir it, and the spiritual power of the fire element immediately boiled the full bucket of water to steaming steam. After thinking about it, he went to the yard to pick wisteria flowers, washed them and threw them in.

Through the screen, watching the people undressing inside, Mo Tianliao swallowed his saliva. Seeing people get into the bathtub, he walked in with a straight face: "Let me wash your hair for you."

Qingtong frowned slightly, this scoundrel, now I have no hair, it is really rude to barge in like this!Looking at the bathtub, the petals were sprinkled all over the water, and I couldn't see the parts below the neck clearly, so I didn't lose my temper.

Looking at his cat's expression, Mo Tianliao knew what he was thinking. He pursed his lips and suppressed a smile, and dragged a high stool to sit by the bathtub: "Let's turn it into white, the black ones won't clean well."

"Lots of nonsense." Qingtong raised his hand, wanting to slap him, but Mo Tianliao caught it accurately, and wiped it slowly with a soft cloth towel.With her fair arms resting on the side of the white jade barrel, it is hard to tell which one is whiter.

"After you became a human, I haven't bathed you yet." Mo Tianliao touched his forearm along the smooth forearm.

Qingtong pulled his arm away, put it back into the water, and said nothing, but his long black hair gradually turned white.This transforming technique is controlled by the soul, allowing it to change into its original color, the soul can relax a bit.

Pick up the wooden spoon for scooping water, gently pour it on the top of the snow-colored hair, wet the hair, apply the dew, and rub it slowly.Mo Tianliao used to bathe the kitten in the same way. Carefully protect the ears and eyes so that the uncle cat won't lose his temper. Gently scratching and rubbing with his fingertips will make him very comfortable.

The white fur is easy to get dirty, and the kitten loves to be clean very much. When Mo Tianliao was not refining weapons, he bathed it almost every day.This uncle cat is usually fierce, but he has always been very good in the bath, which may be the reason why Mo Tianliao is good at it.

Slender and strong fingers ran through the soft hair, gently scratching his scalp, Qingtong squinted his eyes comfortably, lay on his back in the tub, resting his head on the edge of the tub.The side of the bathtub is very thick, and there is an arc-shaped groove on the side of the person sitting on it, which is convenient for putting the head.

"Little Claw." Mo Tianliao looked down at him and called softly.

"Huh?" Qingtong replied vaguely, not caring about the name of the villain.

"Who has bathed you for these 300 years?" Mo Tianliao picked up a wooden spoon to rinse his hair, and carefully protected his ears with one hand to prevent water from entering. There are so many maids in the Qingning Palace. Is it because those women have given you these years? People take a bath, and when I think of others touching this delicate flesh, I want to take those maids to fill the stove.

"Wash it yourself, who else can I ask?" Qingtong raised his hand to pull Mo Tianliao's chin.

Mo Tianliao kissed his wet fingertips, and wiped his hair with a cloth towel: "Your body... Shall I wash it for you too?"

"Hmm..." Qingtong pondered for a moment, then slapped him on the head.

In the end, Mo Tianliao didn't get the benefit of giving Mo Xiaozhuo a bath, so he was kicked out of the bathroom by his master and waited outside.

"Tsk tsk, how could I have such a useless master like you?" The wristband on his hand flickered, and Taishi's voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Shut up." Mo Tianliao turned around to tidy up the bed. My cat likes to sleep on a soft place, and the white jade bed was a bit hard even though it was covered with bedding.Liuyunzong is really stingy, don't you know how to lay an extra cushion?

This is really wronging Liuyunzong. Usually, high-level monks don't need to sleep. They can meditate with a futon, and rest while meditating.Who would have thought that Wo Yunzong's cultivators would need a soft bed to sleep on?

"He was your cat in the first place. He was raised as a magic pet so big that he can talk. Help him restore his soul." Master, are you okay?"

When Qingtong came out, he saw Mo Tianliao burning something, and he brushed his hair while walking nonchalantly.

There was a velvet blanket on the ground, and Qingtong stepped on it barefoot, wearing a loose snow-colored jacket, because there were still drops of water on his body, some places were wet, and it was attached to his body, revealing a little bit of the inside color.

Mo Tianliao dropped Taishi in his hands, walked over and carried him to the bed: "It's cold on the ground, why don't you wear shoes." Sitting on the edge of the bed, he put his fair feet on his lap, wiped them carefully with a cloth towel, and then took the With the cloth towel in Qingtong's hand, wipe his hair.

After wiping it half dry, Mo Tianliao inserted his hands into the snow-colored hair and slowly smoothed it down.The spiritual power of the fire element circulated in the palm of his hand, drying his long hair bit by bit.

Qingtong yawned, glanced at Mo Tianliao's thigh in disgust, raised his hand to pat it, put a cloth towel on it, and then lay down on it, letting him smooth his hair.

Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help pursing his lips and chuckling. Since the little misunderstanding last time, the relationship between the two of them has gradually returned to the closeness they had when they were young. Smooth hair on his legs.He raised his hand to call Taishi over, turned into a comb, and slowly combed the smooth long hair.

"Gulu..." Qingtong narrowed his eyes, let out a contented sound in his throat, and fell asleep not long after.

Mo Tianliao stuffed the person under the blanket and went to take a shower by himself. Just as he put on his clothes, he suddenly frowned. Someone touched the restraint.

Walking quickly to the courtyard, I saw a boy called Shuangren squatting on the top of the wall. When he saw Mo Tianliao approaching, he immediately jumped down and lowered his head guiltily: "Second Senior Brother..."

"Want to go out?" Mo Tianliao raised his hand to dry his hair. The restrictions in this courtyard are two-way. No one else can come in, nor can the people in the house get out.

"I want to go around and find my sister." Shuang Ren pursed his lips, he had a vague premonition that his sister was in this sect.

"No," Mo Tianliao refused without thinking, "There are restrictions and formations everywhere here, and it's too dangerous at night."

"As long as my sister is within five miles of me, I can smell her scent." Frost Blade stubbornly looked at the restriction on the wall.

Mo Tianliao frowned slightly, then opened again: "That's easy, I'll find a solution tomorrow."

"Really?" Frost Blade stared at him with a pair of fox eyes.

"You've been waiting for so long, this night is right, don't cause trouble for Master." Mo Tianliao raised his hand and rubbed the boy's head. Seeing him nodding obediently, he turned and went back to the room.

When he returned to the bed, he found that the person on the bed had opened his eyes again. He thought it was true. The cultivator of Huashen had sharp eyes and ears, so little movements in the yard could not escape his ears.

Mo Tianliao climbed onto the bed and pulled him into his arms: "Go to sleep."

The person in his arms twisted, escaped from his arms, pushed him outward, and turned over to sleep face inward.At the beginning of sleep, Mr. Cat often doesn't like to be held.Xu was used to sharing the same bed on the flying boat these days, so he didn't dare to leave Mo Tianliao.

Mo Tianliao didn't bother him, and wrapped a bunch of snow hair around his fingertips to play with. When the person around him fell asleep, he reached out and hugged him into his arms.

It wasn't because he didn't want to touch Qingtong, Mo Tianliao was naturally willing to do the method of double cultivation that Taishi said, but... Qingtong refused to sign a blood contract with him, because he didn't want to be a servant. How could such a proud guy be willing to be treated like that.

Many of Moxiu's transformed pets will be pulled into bed by their masters, are those pets really willing?It's just that they are bound by the blood contract, so they can't resist.If he possessed him under the pretext of healing, what's the difference from those guys who threatened familiars with blood contracts?

The Demon Lord, who has never had any sense of morality, suddenly became noble when he met his own cat.Mo Tianliao lowered his head and looked at the guy in his arms. His fair side face was buried in Mo Tianliao's arms, sleeping soundly. The lavender pendant hung on his chest, flickering on and off.

Mo Tianliao frowned, and the Nine Soul Crystal pendant reacted, either Qingtong's mind was unstable, or someone nearby used the training horn.

"Hmm..." Sure enough, Qingtong opened his eyes slightly, and muttered, "Headache."

Mo Tianliao leaned over and kissed those pale thin lips.With the Nine Soul Crystal, the power of the training spirit horn was greatly reduced, but Qingtong's spirit was too fragile, and any disturbance would hurt him.The sweet breath permeated between the lips and teeth, making people unable to stop, Mo Tianliao couldn't help but hugged the slender and flexible body tightly in his arms, and the other hand under the blanket couldn't help but slowly poke into the soft underwear.

He just touched it, just touched it, really!

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Carpenter: I'll just touch it

a quarter of an hour later

Carpenter: I'll touch it one last time

an hour later

Carpenter: After touching this one, I will stop

after one night

Carpentry: ...