Can the tail be tickled?

"I still don't admit it, who is changing my dressing every day? Huh?" Mo Ziyi took off his outer robe, now he no longer needs to be wrapped in bandages, and his scabbed chest and well-defined abdominal muscles just appeared so brightly In front of Ye Wuhui.

"..." Ye Wuhui said indifferently, "Put it on."

"Who is it in the middle of the night when I'm asleep and secretly injects spiritual power to warm and nourish my wound?" He lifted Ye Wuhui's hand and placed it in front of his wound.

On his chest, there was still a cold aura that belonged to his own spiritual power.

Before Ye Wuhui could withdraw his hand, his fingertips lightly touched the blood scab. Mo Ziyi frowned slightly, and took a small breath, "It still hurts."

Ye Wuhui pursed his lips, gathered a stream of spiritual power from his fingertips, and poured it into the wound as if soothing.

The aura entered the body with a little chill, and it was slightly itchy. Mo Ziyi unconsciously took a small step forward, wrapping his arms around Ye Wuhui's neck.

When warming and nourishing the wound, the spiritual power is a bit rushing, so that the injured flesh and blood can be urged to heal quickly, but it is also easy to hurt the new flesh and blood, so it cannot be disturbed in this, in case Mo Ziyi is injured again. Uncomfortable and shaking around, Ye Wuhui had no choice but to reach out to support his waist, and imprison him firmly in front of her.

For a while, the surroundings became quiet, and the setting sun poured into the house through the windows, bringing in a little bit of laziness and also bringing a little bit of ambiguity.The fine dust reflected its own appearance in the pale golden sunlight, each grain was distinct, and then it was solidified by the ice-blue aura like a gossamer, and then shattered, making a tiny crisp sound.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems that there is only one stick of incense time, but Mo Ziyi feels that the whole spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed.The itching on his chest gradually faded away. He leaned on Ye Wuhui's shoulder, playing with his half-shattered hair, and said softly: "...Little brother, our posture seems a little strange."

The young man in red stood in front of Ye Wuhui, with his arms around his neck, and Ye Wuhui, with one arm around his waist and the other on his chest, they were very close, ambiguous extreme.

Ye Wuhui calmly got up and took a step back, walked to the window, looked at the noisy scene outside the window, his eyes lingered on the portrait that was meticulously carved by him stroke by stroke.

His voice floated into Mo Ziyi's ears together with the prosperity outside the window: "I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Mo Ziyi asked.

"The royal family has summoned the remaining immortal families to hold a meeting to subdue demons."

"Fu Mo? Fu who, me?" Mo Ziyi was startled, then sneered, "A bunch of idiots."

He looked at Ye Wuhui's back, clearly close in front of him, but out of reach, he could only look up from the endless abyss of his back: "You...do you want to go too?"

"En." Ye Wuhui nodded.

He has to go.

Only by going there can Mo Ziyi win some opportunities.

"Alright, you are always a righteous person." Mo Ziyi calmly relieved, without disappointment, nor to persuade him to stay.

He put on his clothes, stepped to Ye Wuhui's side, took his arm, and led him to jump out of the window.

"Before you go, I'll take you somewhere!"

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The little fox was running in a dark and quiet mountain forest with a package about the size of his body on his back.

Mo Ziyi didn't need to take such a road, but he didn't have time to return to his residence before turning into a fox, so he had to flee to the forest outside the wall, transform back into a little fox in a deserted place, carry the pastry on his back, Excited, Dundun ran to the residence.

Ye Wuhui sat in the room for a long time, holding the book in his hands, unable to read a single word, and still hadn't recalled that naughty kiss.

Suddenly, a hasty knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Yang Xinghe came to beg someone outside the door: "Ye Wuhui, where did you hide my junior brother? It's so late and he's gone!"

Ye Wuhui opened the door, wondering: "He has already gone back."

"If I come back, I won't come to you to please people!" Yang Xinghe was still worried, if Mo Ziyi turned into a fox in front of Ye Wuhui in a flash of enthusiasm, then he was a monster. Exposure?Follow the clues, won't the secret of Zizaimen be revealed soon...

At this moment, a thin red firework flashed in the air, and "Tingla" lit up and disappeared in an instant.

Yang Xinghe slapped his thigh: "It's over, something happened!"

This firework is Mo Ziyi's distress signal, a small one, hidden in the night sky, not easy to be found.But as a leopard, Yang Xinghe's dynamic vision is much better than that of humans, so he caught it at a glance, and ran towards the direction where the fireworks were burning.

Ye Wuhui followed immediately, and in the woods not far from where they left, he met several monks who were also rushing here.

Those young monks were excited: "I heard that King Dayi Zong Xu caught a spirit fox with three tails!"

"Yes, this spirit fox used to be the spiritual pet of the young suzerain of the Qingyan sect, but for some reason the contract was broken and he went to Zizaimen. It was so easy to come back, and a few days ago, he got into the young suzerain of the Qingyan sect in my room!"

"Hurry up! Go and see the excitement, whoever it is, the three-tailed fox is rare in the first place!"

Hearing their conversation, Ye Wuhui immediately became angry, raised Qing Yu, and involuntarily overturned the little monk who wanted to watch the fun, said the sword control formula in his mouth, lifted Yang Xinghe's collar and went directly to control the sword .

There were bursts of fire in the jungle, billowing thick smoke filled the air, and the trees were burned into charred wood, forming a deep pit.All kinds of pastries were scattered on the ground, and the snow-white fox was lying on the bottom of the pit, grinning and glaring at the people around him, and the trap was biting his hind paw tightly, bleeding.He tried countless times, opening his mouth, wanting to breathe out flames, but he couldn't do anything, only wisps of black smoke like gossamer spit out from his mouth.

Such a poisonous bastard!

This trap was nothing at all, it was just a little painful, but unexpectedly, this Wang Xuyin was ruthless, and directly smeared the poison that was specially used for spirit beasts on it. The poison entered his body and sealed his seven tendons and veins. He could struggle a few times, but gradually, all his spiritual power was cut off, and he could only become a fox waiting to be slaughtered at the bottom of this pit.

He also blamed himself for being too careless, not noticing that there were so many ghosts hidden in the grass!

One person came forward with a knife and held the little fox down.Mo Ziyi struggled and bit the man's hand, who knew that this man had a vicious heart, so he stepped on the trap.

The trap was already powerful, but with the weight of another person added, the pointed ruler bit deeper, almost breaking the bones. The little fox let out a scream, and the man showed no mercy, grabbed the knife and cut the little fox's front paws. Make a hole, put it in a jade bottle, and hand it to Wang Xu.

Wang Xu took the jade bottle, dipped a little on it with a fine brush, and drew a shape on his forehead, then bit his own finger, and applied the blood to his forehead, complacently: "I have heard that there is a lot of blood on Qingyan Mountain. The spirit beasts of his are fundamentally superior, and if they can make a contract, they will definitely get twice the result with half the effort. I just wanted to try my luck, but I didn't expect to find such a little fox, hahahahahahahahahaha!!"

He then gave orders to his followers: "Hold that fox over in a moment, and when I invade his consciousness, the contract will be concluded. At that time, this fox will not be able to escape even if it wants to."

There was a timid follower who looked around and asked, "I heard that this fox has a lot to do with Qing Yanzong...Master, we still..."

Wang Xu had no fear: "What are you afraid of? If you don't have a contract, it is a thing without an owner. If I force the contract, it will become my spiritual pet. Qing Yanzong, what can you do with me? Hurry up, take that fox over, If you are not honest, you will be knocked out directly, and if you are fainted, you will be honest!"

The little fox was covered in mud and blood, bared its fangs, and stared at Wang Xu viciously.

Wang Xu touched his head, with a half smile but not a smile: "Good boy, I will treat you well in the future." He picked up the fox and held it in front of his eyes, releasing his consciousness.

At the moment when the consciousness was about to invade the little fox's mind, the temperature in the forest dropped sharply, and the sky was covered with snow. Qing Yu cut off the consciousness with an ice-blue light, and the tip of the sword touched Wang Xu's eyebrows. Suddenly, fine ice foam covered his entire forehead, and a trace of bright red blood flowed from the tip of the sword.

Mo Ziyi was directly stunned by the icy sword energy.When he lost consciousness, he suddenly saw a white figure descending from the sky, with endless coldness and tranquility, cutting off all the filth that tried to invade.

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Mo Ziyi smashed and threw off the cloud silk quilt.The young man's eyes were red, filled with tears, his cheeks were covered with an unknown rosy glow, his hair was messy, and two soft ears came out from between the hair, and the tips of the ears moved up and down with his slightly trembling body .

Ye Wuhui was at a loss, his hands froze in mid-air: "Zi...Ziyi?"