Can the tail be tickled?

"Cuckoo cuckoo..."

The fox's belly protested secretly, telling them that it was hungry.

Mo Ziyi lowered his head in embarrassment, covered his belly, and even pulled his ears down in embarrassment.

Ye Wuhui put the little fox down, picked up a few twigs, built a simple grill, squeezed a fire starting formula in his hand, lit the firewood, and then picked up a few fish that were flopping on the ground, Qing Yu unsheathed , Accurately skewered the fish on the blade and put it on the grill.

Mo Ziyi sat squatting, blinking his eyes, this future, demon-slaying sword Qingyu, was treated as a barbecue stick.

Hey!Feelings have long been played quietly like this, and in the last life she put on a good face for herself!

It is obviously not the first time Ye Wuhui has done this. He turned the hilt of the sword very skillfully, and with the other hand, he took out the seasoning from "Wuzhuo" in a timely manner, and sprinkled it on the grilled fish in due course.

Wuzhuo is the name of the magic weapon of space worn by Ye Wuhui. It is a small and exquisite drop-shaped pendant hanging on the forehead, which is the same as the cloud pattern embroidered on the tail of the hairband. A must-wear accessory.

The wood fire made a crisp crackling sound, and the grilled fish gradually took on a golden color, and the natural fresh oil overflowed from the surface of the grilled fish, bringing bursts of delicious and lingering aromas.

The snow-white fox squatted aside obediently, and moved to Ye Wuhui's side little by little, with its fluffy tail resting on his instep intentionally or unintentionally.Seeing that Ye Wuhui didn't show any displeasure, Mo Ziyi moved closer and put his head on Ye Wuhui's arm.

Not only did Ye Wuhui not feel disgusted, but he touched the two dull hairs on the top of the little fox's head.Mo Ziyi, who got cheap money, simply climbed onto Ye Wuhui's shoulder, "rebelliously" stuck out his pink and tender tongue, and licked Ye Wuhui's Adam's apple.

It's really good to be a fox, hehe.Mo Ziyi thought so.

Ye Wuhui was eaten tofu without realizing it, he just thought it was the fox who was urging him so hungry, the next second, he extinguished the firewood, took out another small plate, and put the grilled fish on the plate , holding it to his shoulder, watching the little fox slurping the fish, the past reappeared in his mind again.

.......

Mo Ziyi took a root of grass in his mouth, put his hands on the back of his head, leaned against the trunk of the tree, looked up at the blue sky through the shadows of trees, and said helplessly: "I don't know where Master and Senior Brother have gone. When I saw Lin Zi, I ran away and left me here."

"I don't know what kind of forest this is. I don't even have game. I can only eat fruits. I'm so hungry..."

He picked up a stone and threw it deftly. The stone flew out lightly and hit three floats on the river.

"What are you doing here?"

"By the way, where is this?"

"This fruit is sweet, brother picked it."

"If you still want to eat, brother can pick it for you."

"Hey, by the way, what's your name?"

"..."

Ye Wuhui has never seen a person who gossips so much, and he is a person who seldom talks, so he didn't know what to answer for a while, so he simply pretended that he didn't hear it, and ignored him.

"Friend Daoist, Friend Immortal, little brother, I'm asking you, what's your name?" Mo Ziyi persevered and put his head in front of Ye Wuhui's eyes, relentlessly.

He stared at Ye Wuhui's face, stroked his chin, thoughtfully, "Little brother, I see that you have a full heaven, a round earth pavilion, and dragon and phoenix eyes. I guess, are you called Zhao Tiezhu?"

"..." Ye Wuhui expressionlessly pushed away the big face in front of him that was magnified several times.

Mo Ziyi held Ye Wuhui's wrist with his backhand, licked his fingertips lightly, and said with a smile, "You left a drop of fruit juice on your finger."

Ye Wuhui trembled all over, immediately withdrew his hand, raised his sword Qingyu and pushed Mo Ziyi far away: "Tengtu."

"It's not good to keep a straight face all the time, I have to help you solve problems." Mo Ziyi licked his face again and moved closer, but was pressed against his chest by Qing Yu, he could only kick his legs with his teeth and claws, wanting to get closer no.

He had no choice but to compromise and stopped his movements: "So, if I tell you my name, you also tell me yours?"

"My..." Mo Ziyi straightened his neckline and cleared his throat, "Mo Ziyi, you can call me Ziyi, Zizi, Yiyi, brother Ziyi, whatever you want, brother no pick."

"Oh."

"..."

"........."

The air was quiet for a moment, Ye Wuhui simply turned around and ignored him.

The astonishment at the first sight of this boy was completely defeated by this inexplicable familiarity.

"Hey..." Mo Ziyi stepped aside awkwardly, silently drew circles on the ground with his fingers, and pretended to wipe away his tears, "Why am I so miserable, master and senior brother left me, even if I met you What's the point of life if such a good-looking little brother doesn't want to talk to me—!"

He gnawed two mouthfuls of the fruit, weeping bitterly, and threw the core into the river.

Xu thought that someone was feeding, a fish in the river jumped up, flicked its tail in mid-air, and set off a series of water droplets.

Mo Ziyi's eyes lit up all of a sudden, his tears disappeared in an instant, and he leaned in front of Ye Wuhui again, showing a big evil smile.

Ye Wuhui blocked Qing Yu in front of him and was vigilant: "What's the matter?"

"Hey...hehe..." Mo Ziyi put his hand on the back of Ye Wuhui's hand and stroked it lightly, "That's it..." His fingertips ran along the back of his hand It slipped onto Qing Yu's sword hilt, "I want to borrow your saber, I want..."

"The magic weapon of natal life cannot be separated from the body." Ye Wuhui refused bluntly.

"Then I'll exchange mine with you." Mo Ziyi took out a fiery red long whip from behind.

"Do not."

"Just a moment, I promise."

"Do not."

"Hee hee." Mo Ziyi evoked a malicious smile, and the next moment, the fiery red whip wrapped around Ye Wuhui's waist, tied him tightly, and set him aside.

"what are you doing!"

The saber in his hand was snatched away by Mo Ziyi, Ye Wuhui watched with his own eyes that his Qing Yu was unsheathed, thrown into the air, thrown into the river, inserted upright, the hilt trembled three times.

Mo Ziyi pulled out Qing Yu, and saw several fish neatly inserted on the blade, one of which was still alive and struggling desperately with its tail flicking.

For Mo Ziyi's swift throwing, Ye Wuhui was angry, but he also had a trace of surprise in his heart—this young man's dynamic vision is really excellent, and the timing of the throwing is also very timely. Among several nimble fish.

Mo Ziyi held up Qingyu and shook it as if asking for credit: "I invite you to eat grilled fish!"

"You!!" Even though Ye Wuhui was well-bred and always had a cold face, when he saw the next scene, his face instantly turned dark. How could there be such a flat person in this world! !

He wished he could take Qingyu back and punch Mo Ziyi fiercely, but Mo Ziyi's cultivation seemed to be on par with his own, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from the long whip that bound him.

He could only watch helplessly once again as his saber was used as a barbecue stick and turned back and forth on the fire.

Seeing Ye Wuhui's face flushed red from anger, Mo Ziyi picked off a piece of white, tender and fragrant fish, and stretched it out to Ye Wuhui with a smile: "Little brother, don't be angry, eat some fish."

Mo Ziyi didn't care whether Ye Wuhui responded to him or not, he blew on it, cooling the fish while blowing the smell of grilled fish to Ye Wuhui, and stuffed it into Ye Wuhui's mouth involuntarily.

The fish was grilled just right, soft and soft, without the slightest fishy smell, and it melted in the mouth.

Mo Ziyi said solemnly: "Your spiritual sword is a magic weapon of ice attribute, and the fish in this river are nourished by the heaven and earth, and part of them are bred with fire attribute, so using your spiritual sword as a fork can just shake it. It smells like fish." He stuffed another mouthful into Ye Wuhui's mouth, "How is it, does it taste good?"

Ye Wuhui: "Huh?"

Mo Ziyi untied the long whip wrapped around Ye Wuhui's body, "Not bad, I'm talking nonsense, it has nothing to do with your sword, the main thing is that I roast it well."

"..." Ye Wuhui was angry, "Get lost."

Without being restrained any more, a stream of icy blue spiritual energy gushed out from his body, turning into ice cones all over the sky, with momentum like a rainbow, attacking Mo Ziyi without reservation.

I don't know what kind of movement method Mo Ziyi made, his figure was like a ghost, dodging back and forth in every ice cone, the speed was so fast that he even dragged out a winding phantom.

With so many and such fierce attacks, he didn't hurt him at all. In the end, he caught a loophole again, leaned in front of Ye Wuhui, threw out the long whip, directly tied his waist, and locked Ye Wuhui in an instant. The spiritual power forced him to stop attacking.

Mo Ziyi smiled cheaply, holding Qingyu in his arms, "Don't be angry, little brother, it's been wiped clean."

God knows how he melted the ice cone under Ye Wuhui's intensive attacks, turned it into clear water, and washed Qing Yu.

Ye Wuhui snatched Qing Yu, although the surface was wiped clean, but the strong barbecue smell still lingered on Qing Yu's body.

He glared at Mo Ziyi, and saw that the blue aura suddenly rose, and a thin layer of ice formed on Qing Yu's blade in an instant. After a while, the ice layer shattered, and the strong smell was absorbed along with the shattered ice. clear.

"Amazing!!" Mo Ziyi's eyes widened in shock, he pulled back the red long whip, held it in his hand, and asked pitifully, "Hong Yu, would you like to spray fire?"

"..."

"........."

......

Ye Wuhui looked into the distance, the morning glow was thousands of miles away, the long sky was covered by red clouds, the sun was shining, it seemed like peach blossoms were blooming all over the sky, and the petals were flying.

The snow-white hairball was eating the grilled fish beside him, and its fluffy tail like a snowball was waving excitedly from side to side.

The fox raised his head, tilted his head, and blinked his grape-like eyes at Ye Wuhui.

Ye Wuhui evoked a calm and shallow smile, as if he was talking to the fox, or as if telling that figure that was still hidden in his memory but could not be found in this life.

"Ye Wuhui, my name is Ye Wuhui."

The author has something to say: No Responsibility Small Theater:

Mo Ziyi: Did you know that I ate tofu for you!

Ye Wuhui: I am willing.

We attacked those who were very strong at the same level and were invincible at that time, but they couldn't beat their wives, right? ! !