Can the tail be tickled?

"Zizamen, win!!"

At the moment when the winner was decided, the audience was silent, and it was not until the host called out the name of the sect that people asked questions one after another.

What kind of sect is this Zizaimen? I have never heard of it before? ? ?

Although the strength of the Sun Moon Tower is not strong, it is not so weak, how could the key disciples sent by it be defeated by a little-known sect?

Until he stepped down from the martial arts stage, the disciple of the Sun Moon Building was in a daze.

Mo Ziyi returned to his seat, looked at Ye Wuhui from a distance, scratched his head in embarrassment, looked at him innocently, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I didn't do anything, I don't know what happened to him." I'll lose."

Yang Xinghe tilted his head and rolled his eyes at Mo Ziyi: "It's over, why do you need such a fancy move, that person's movements are full of flaws."

Mo Ziyi raised his index finger, narrowed his eyes, and shook seriously: "You don't understand, this is more handsome."

"......"

The next few matches were not of much interest. Those who should win won, and those who should lose should lose. There was no reversal.

The competition on the first day was soon over. As the host, Qing Yanzong naturally wanted to come down to congratulate each winning sect and express regret to the losing sects. This should be done by the elders. But today, I don't know what kind of wind is blowing, the young suzerain volunteered to do this job.

When Ye Wuhui was courteous with the previous sects, Mo Ziyi straightened his collar and forced him to ask Yang Xinghe: "How is it, is there something wrong? Are you handsome, can you fall in love at first sight?"

Yang Xinghe didn't even look at it, and kept saying perfunctory: "No, no, handsome, handsome, yes, yes."

Satisfied, Mo Ziyi turned to Yin Wuqing again.

Even Yin Wuqing couldn't bear to watch this coquettish and contrived, said "very handsome, very handsome", covered his eyes again and again and found an excuse to leave.

While speaking, Ye Wuhui had already come in front of him, he paused unnaturally for half a step, and then, the always aloof Young Sect Master stretched out his hand, held Mo Ziyi's palm, stared at him, holding back After a while, he said slowly, "Very...very handsome."

"..." Yang Xinghe turned his back consciously: "Spicy eyes."

Mo Ziyi blushed.

Ye Wuhui obviously heard the conversation between them!

Shy on the face, but his heart swelled instantly, couldn't hold back for a moment, forgot to pretend to be good, Mo Ziyi raised his index finger, and scratched Ye Wuhui's palm: "Then, little brother fell in love at first sight?"

Ye Wuhui put down his hand a little at a loss, the soft touch just now remained in the palm of his hand, his five fingers couldn't help but clenched tightly, fearing that the next moment, the touch would dissipate with time.

How should I answer?have?Will it be too frivolous?No?Will... drive him away again?

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Wuhui didn't think of the right words, so he simply avoided answering, and asked, "That day, in the phantom formation, where did you... go? When you left, you... .....It looks uncomfortable..."

"I..." Mo Ziyi frowned and thought for a while, then he made an excuse and said, "I was hungry that day, so I went looking for something to eat."

"..." is another very unreliable reason.

"I didn't expect that the little brother whom I met in a hurry that day would be the young suzerain of Qingyan Sect! Ren Xiao is enthusiastic, no wonder he is so observant and caring about the person I met for the first time."

Ye Wuhui frowned, just for you.

Mo Ziyi caressed the center of Ye Wuhui's brows, and smoothed his brows for him: "It must be...very tired."

In his previous life, he had never asked him, was he tired of being the young suzerain?besides......

Being entangled by me... Tired or not...

The young man pursed his lips lightly, and his amber-like pure eyes showed bits and pieces of worry.In Ye Wuhui's mind, an impulse suddenly surged up, like a lion hunting for a long time, waiting for the prey to relax, he raised his hand and grabbed Mo Ziyi's wrist.

"When I see you, I won't be tired."

The four eyes met and blended together, Mo Ziyi suddenly fell into the gentle spring water of the other party, and forgot how to get out.

"Brother Wugui—!" A delicate young girl's voice suddenly came from behind, Zuo Junqi quickly ran over with the Nine Phoenix Chiyun Spear in his hand, and when he was about to approach, he threw the spear back , the red tassel was raised, the gun body turned its direction, and the tip of the gun went straight into the ground. In an instant, within a radius of about three feet around the tip of the gun, the ground cracked and was immediately covered with dense spider web-like cracks.

The ground here is also made of black ice stone, which cannot be easily damaged, and this Zuo Junqi, just throwing it casually, has become like this.The body of the gun shook rustlingly, and Mo Ziyi's heart trembled accordingly. Recalling the moment when he was pierced by the spear in his previous life, his chest ached fiercely, he swallowed subconsciously in his throat, and took a step back.

Zuo Junqi rushed towards Ye Wuhui, Ye Wuhui swayed his footsteps, just avoided Zuo Junqi's figure, and blocked Mo Ziyi behind him.

"Princess Wan'an." Ye Wuhui said respectfully.

Suddenly, Zuo Junqi pouted: "Brother Wuhui, you don't have to be so polite." She took a few steps forward, "Brother Wuhui, who is behind you? Hey, this is not the battle that defeated the Sun Moon Tower earlier." Is that a child of what school?"

Yang Xinghe also bowed respectfully to the princess, and then continued to cover his eyes.

This Zuo Junqi was also impeccably beautiful, but there was a shadow in her heart, no matter how beautiful she was, she was as terrifying as evil, Mo Ziyi unconsciously grabbed Ye Wuhui's clothes.

Ye Wuhui waved his sleeves to block Zuo Junqi's gaze, and said nothing to her, with a cold expression: "Princess must be tired today, please go back and rest quickly."

The young lord issued the order to drive away guests, and Zuo Junqi stopped asking for trouble. He picked up the Nine Phoenix Red Cloud Spear, and looked at the person who would be hiding behind Ye Wuhui in doubt. As he left, he thought in doubt: I was born Is there such a horror?To scare people like this?

Mo Ziyi breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw Zuo Junqi folded back with a spear in his hand, he rushed straight to Mo Ziyi, pointed at his cheek, and asked, "I was born so terrible? Like a demon?" Like a ghost? Don't hide, come out!"

"Don't dare, it's the royal aura of the princess, like a phoenix dancing in the nine heavens, dazzling far away. I have never seen such an aura while living in the mountains and forests, so I have no courage, and I dare not look up." While speaking, Mo Ziyi He shrank back behind Ye Wuhui again.

Yang Xinghe pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration: Junior brother is really good at acting, he pretends to be so obedient, and he is so flattering.

"Don't be afraid." Ye Wuhui comforted softly, held Mo Ziyi with his backhand, his expression slightly sullen, and lightly touched the hilt of the sword with his thumb, Qingyu revealed a small piece of sharp edge, full of cold light.

Facts have proved that the Young Sect Master of Qingyan Sect, who is the head of the fairy sect, is not something everyone can do, and he is the only one who can look directly at the princess, and a single movement can teach her to be obedient, so he has no choice but to leave.

Zuo Junqi took a few steps back, and turned around unwillingly: "Brother Wuhui, do you want to have dinner together?" Seeing Ye Wuhui's deep and serious eyes, he said weakly, "I see. ", and left with interest.

The back of the princess was really lonely, she couldn't even hold the Jiufeng Chiyun Spear, so she had to be dragged by her.Seeing this, the monks who hadn't left gathered around one after another, Zuo Junqi didn't even look at it, brandished the red-tasseled spear, and violently overturned the few people who came to strike up a conversation.

Mo Ziyi stared at Ye Wuhui's indifferent face, and his thoughts drifted away unconsciously: A princess with a noble status like a pearl, it's too late for others to fawn on her, but Ye Wuhui dares to refuse mercilessly. See so rough?Not even a trace of affection!

Seeing that Mo Ziyi was silent, Ye Wuhui hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? But you were injured?"

"It's nothing, it's just my little brother. Are you being too heartless? What if the royal family wears small shoes for Qing Yanzong?"

Ye Wuhui said: "If you don't have feelings, you should have refused. Naturally, the royal family will not understand."

"Then if you don't refuse, you are affectionate?" Mo Ziyi found the point concisely.

"En." Ye Wuhui nodded seriously.

"Then..." Mo Ziyi raised his hand, and Ye Wuhui was holding his five fingers tightly, but he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried, "Little brother, what does this mean?"

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

Zuo Junqi: For love, I would like to have nothing, including dignity.

Mo Ziyi: For love, I would like to have nothing, including life.

Ye Wuhui: Ziyi, in this life, I will give you everything you want, okay?

Zuo Junqi: (⊙﹏⊙) Brother Wuhui, what about me?

Yang Xinghe: Stop making trouble, between the two of them, you don't have a name.

Umm, let him leave the chapter that he clicked wrong... another day, find a time code and fill it in.