Little Fox is not familiar with the business [Quick Transmigration]

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The man who couldn't see his face clearly put his left arm around the young man hanging on his waist, and with his right hand, he threw three darts at random in the open space in front of him.

The cool-slippery creature was stopped by a row of sharp objects that would block its head, and at the same time knew instinctively that it didn't know whether it had the ability to think -- the sharp object would cut itself in two if it moved forward.

The slender, slippery vine-like creatures only lingered in place for a moment, before winding back one after another.

The young man holding the man's shoulder looked back at this weird scene that reassured the fox a little bit, and those beautiful blue eyes that could not fall out of water were not really scared to cry.

He looked back to see the man who had saved the fox's life.

The man in dark clothes had a very handsome face.

The skin color is a darker bronze than ordinary people, the facial features are regular and distinct, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the bushy eyebrows are raised slightly rebelliously.

But the strange thing is that it's such a face that you can't forget once you see it, but it gives people a very vague impression.

The young man stared at it for a while without blinking, his Yingying pupils were a little dazed.

Realizing that he couldn't write it down, the boy didn't hesitate for a while, and planned to let go of his arms and legs and fall off the man's body. After all, although he was rescued, it seemed not good to be entangled in the man's body all the time.

But no success.

The man pressed the legs hanging on his waist with his backhand, and continued to bind the small things attached to his arms.

Looking at the behavior of those rattan anacondas, it's not like looking for enemies, but more like...

To tie the wrists and ankles of this too weak boy - and then drag him back to make some kind of adjustment...

After all, the rattan anaconda is a creature with silvery nature.

If it was the mark of the red sting species that returned to the main gate a few days ago, it might indeed have this effect.

This corroborated Shan Yan's speculation about the identity of the boy.

——It is the furnace-cauldron ready to be sent up to the Lord.

It's just that I don't know why I didn't teach it well, and even ran out secretly.

The light-naked-soft-greasy contact in the palm, there is a dent in the pulp of the finger, he is good at concealed weapons, every knuckle of his hands is the most stable place, he even doubts whether he will not be able to hold it .

Seeing that the man in the dark, hard-wearing man did not let go of himself, the young man was a little puzzled. The fluffy snow-white ears between the black hair swayed from side to side, and the big fluffy soft tail on the back of the waist also hooked up in confusion.

The man stared at the tip of the tail with dark eyes for a while, and felt itchy hands for no reason.

It's best to hold and bind it tightly so that the restless cloud-like snow-white tail can no longer move around.

And from this angle, you can definitely see...

Little things are really not worn.

As long as the tip of the fluffy tail moves, it will be clearly seen.

The man in the dark suit thought.

It is a little goblin of the fox clan.

Although it is very rare to give away the Yao-Zuzuo Furnace-Ding, it is not surprising given the quality of this.

"You...thank you for helping me get rid of those...but..."

The young man whose legs were still wrapped around the man's waist barely supported him, wanting to ask why he wasn't allowed to go down.

The man in the dark suit didn't respond at all, he raised his hand and tied the arms behind him with one palm, and even easily tied a knot with the brocade red lasso.

"...you, what are you doing?"

The young man could only stick the whole fox in front of the man, his long, slender legs subconsciously moved, but was firmly held by his left and right palms.

The palms were not calloused like those of people who have been holding long soldiers all year round, and it was still a little hot for the young man.

Only at this time did the young man feel a little embarrassed by this posture, but even though he took the initiative to approach him in order to escape, his strength is not as strong as this person's now, and struggling is useless.

Unless he can turn into a white fox ball on the spot, he won't be able to get out of this tight shackle.

But he won't...

The boy's watery and beautiful eyes slowly turned red, and he couldn't even push the person's shoulder, as if he was actively clinging to the person's chest.

He didn't know why he had to be treated so excessively for no reason.

With red eyes, the little fox took a bite on the side of the neck of the man in dark clothes, raising his sharp and thin jaws.

He didn't bite, as if biting on a piece of steel.

The little fox bit him and hurt himself, and he was a little bit wronged, so he immediately lowered his head.

As for the man in dark clothes, he just felt... as if he was being licked by a soft tongue for a moment.

The man's Adam's apple moved slightly.

Maybe he was wrong in his earlier guess that the little furnace-ding hadn't been taught.

But no matter what, the little thing is going to be sent up by him now, so naturally he won't check it again.

"Just wait."

The bronze-skinned man didn't respond to this warning, only tightening his grip on those long fair legs.

It didn't take long on this journey, maybe it was because the teenager felt weakened by being pressed in front of someone, maybe it was because the man's pace was already faster than ordinary people.

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There was no one in the pavilion on the top of Wucang, and the man was not surprised, he pushed the door open and entered the inner room calmly, and laid the boy with fox ears on the big dark bed.

The thin white wrist was tied behind the back, and the brocade red lasso knot had rubbed a circle of red on the boy's wrist. This short dismantling and retying only made the eye-catching red mark more obvious.

The man in the dark clothes only looked behind the waist of the boy who was forced to lie down for a while, and then he noticed the noise outside, and he opened the curtain to go outside after a while.

There was a strange fragrance in the air, and Shan Yan could easily recognize that it was a psychedelic fragrance with hallucinogenic and hypnotic effects.

Maybe there is some toxicity, but only slightly.

He knew who happened to come to report to the Lord at this time.

The glamorous woman in the deep indigo long dress slightly raised her willow eyebrows, she didn't look weird when she saw the bronze-skinned man, instead she casually raised her hand and handed the cigarette pot to the man's nose, waiting for him to take a little breath, she took it in again In long sleeves.

Incense is burning in the incense burner outside, which must be the handwriting of a beautiful woman.

"My lord-the master asked me to make a new incense, and it seems that I will send it to the next Xiumen to train anti-medicine."

The glamorous woman said lightly.

"Yeah." The man in dark clothes replied coldly.

"The previous cleanup is done, and I will report back today. I caught the escaped stove on the way - Dingzhong sent it here."

"... furnace-cauldron?" Jianshui Qiutong, who seemed cold and not cold, raised the glamorous woman slightly, as if a little surprised.

"Yeah." The man replied coldly and briefly.

The glamorous woman didn't ask any further questions, but fiddled with the incense burner casually.

It was not the first time that the two of the monks had met, and they only met to exchange the report tasks casually, and then left from the pavilion one after another.

Before leaving, the glamorous woman glanced at the delicate hollow furnace that was still burning, thinking that the leader would not care about this kind of incense at all, so she left directly through the door.

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When the young man penetrated the room from the faint fragrance, he gradually fell into a dream.

He seemed to be in a milky white mist, or floating on soft clouds.

The fluffy fox ball slowly floated up and down on it. I couldn't explain why, but the whole little fox was a little inexplicably enthusiastic.

He seemed to have dreamed of something, someone was rubbing - rubbing the tip of his fluffy tail, all the way to the base of the tail which was becoming more and more untouchable.

For a while, he was in the shape of a small fox ball, and a pair of big hands unscrupulously tossed and rubbed in the center of the palm over and over again, even pinching and kneading the soft and powdery belly wantonly.

His snow-white and smooth fur was messed up, and his limbs were so weak that he could only lie limply in the center of the big palm, almost spreading out into a puddle of fox cakes due to evil intentions.

After that, he was hugged on the firm chest and played slowly, but the little fox ball couldn't escape no matter how much it spun, and the four plum blossom claws stepped on it, only to be held in the palm of the hand with a low smile Pinch-knead, followed by a cloud-like soft tail.

He wanted to bite that person, but he couldn't, and the bridge of his nose rubbed his little nose affectionately. When the little fox was embarrassed, the other hand stroked his belly down.

Too much, too much...

The boy's delicate snow-white cheeks were flushed with closed eyes, and his delicate brows were frowned, as if he was angry.

But she is also very beautiful when she is angry, that crimson is like a fine jade, the whole person should be put in a jewelry clip for collection.

In the dream, the boy finally couldn't hold back and turned into a human form, and hurriedly ran away from the man's arms, but it wasn't long before he was dragged into the white mist by the long, thin, cool and slippery dark creature.

Those things pushed aside the fluffy snow tail that covered his waist, and were about to go inside, and there seemed to be something between his lips that wanted to pry open his teeth, making the sound of fine water inside.

The young man was so frightened that he almost cried out of fright again, he stumbled and ran all the way on the white mist where he couldn't even stand still.

He still fell down, but there were no clouds below, so the boy didn't feel any pain.

But crashed into someone's arms.

He still didn't know who that person was, but the experience he had with Little Fox Ball made him no longer trust people, and he just struggled to run in another direction.

"Crack!" There was a clear pain in the back of the waist.

The young Shui Lingling's blue eyes were wide open, almost in disbelief.

"Crack!" followed by a sound.

The man's big palm slapped mercilessly on the arc that his tail couldn't cover, making him shy and angry.

——How could you... hit him like this!

The boss has never hit him like this... Although it will make him feel the dark hell of fox ball.

The boy's waist twisted, struggling in the overheated arms of the man, imprisoned like an iron cage, making him clearly feel the pain that came up one after another.

Like punishment.

The tender skin, which has never suffered anything other than wrestling himself, is sore and numb now, and he can't touch it, but the endless itching still falls down mercilessly.

The boy's eyes were red, and finally he couldn't hold back and wept on the knee, his whole body was dyed red in this shame.

There were faintly dark golden lines of evil dragons on the robe, and the man's outstretched palm stopped.

The dark satin was shaken by the fluffy ears between the black hair of the young boy lying in the middle, and the thin long clothes on his body were all messed up, revealing the greasy white flesh half-hidden.

The entire bed sheet was also in a mess, crumpled as if some scratchy animal had tossed and tossed on it.

The young man's eyes and brows were full of color, his insteps were tense, but his waist, which was so thin that he couldn't grasp it, was slightly arched, and the curvature of the raised waist was only slightly covered by the fluffy tail.

Already a bright red.

With only a slight hesitation, the slender knuckles pushed the fluffy and wet base of the tail aside.

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