Can the tail be tickled?

Yu Xia Cheng Qi, steaming clouds like brocade.

Mo Ziyi's face also quietly climbed into a big red cloud.

His Ye Wuhui laughed again.

The smile, which he had never dreamed of in his life, was shown to him twice in one day.

Mo Ziyi's fox face gradually became hot, as if a fire was about to burn through the fox fur on his face, exposing that flushed face without a doubt.

But at that moment, countless sadness surged in his heart.

Does Ye Wuhui really hate him that much? In this life, he can so easily let go of his guard against a fox, but in the previous life, he was unwilling to give him half of his tenderness.

Mo Ziyi is an optimistic person, otherwise he would have been depressed long ago with so many bad things piled up in his previous life, and within a short while, he would have thrown away all the sadness in his heart.

God was kind to him, and let him be reborn as a big devil who is full of sins in the eyes of the world. In this life, he must pretend to be cute, and be a good fox who loves flowers when everyone sees them. Accompanied by Ye Wuhui's side.

The little fox raised his head, picked up the leftover fish bones in his mouth, and leaned his head against Ye Wuhui's hand, blinking his eyes with great anticipation, as if he could slip out of the stars, as if saying to him : I have eaten very clean, come and touch me!

Ye Wuhui stretched out his fingertips and tapped the two dull hairs on the fox's head.

Satisfied, the little fox raised his paws and rubbed his fluffy face, but he touched a small piece that had solidified due to the seasoning sticking to the fur around his mouth, and dragged a bunch of fluff around his mouth to droop down in an eyesore.

He shyly used one paw to block the front, and the other paw awkwardly touched the corner of his mouth, trying to pick off the dirty thing, but today is the first day Mo Ziyi has been reborn as a fox, and he has not yet He is too familiar with the body of this fox, so no matter how he handles it, it will not go smoothly.

A fox was struggling with the corners of its own mouth, its two paws were clumsily and cautiously scratching the fluff around its mouth.

The result was that it got worse and worse, and the whole fox drooped weakly, turning into a wronged fox group.

Seeing this, Ye Wuhui picked up the fox's head.

A cold face approached slowly, and Mo Ziyi's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and he saw two slender fingers stretched out in front of him, cleaning up the stains around his mouth, gently wiping with a handkerchief, and carefully After careful inspection twice, he was put down.

"Aww~" the fox yelled happily twice, pouted its tail, and rubbed against Ye Wuhui.

It was getting late, and the Qing Yanzong had a curfew. Except for going down the mountain to practice, all the disciples who went out had to return to the gate before Chen Shi. For such a rule, Mo Ziyi in his previous life scoffed, and he had found countless excuses to pull it off. Seeing that Ye Wuhui returned late, he did not see how he was punished.

And now Ye Wuhui is still an obedient young man who has not been harmed by him, and bears the future of the sect, so he can set an example and follow the rules of the sect.

After a while, he had already tidied up the surrounding area.

Ye Wuhui reminded the little fox: "Recently, all the sects are looking for suitable spiritual pets for the disciples of the right age. I can take care of the Qingyan sect, but I can't intervene in other sects."

"If you don't want to be favored by others, you have to hide carefully, so that you won't be discovered by others."

After finishing speaking, he mentioned Qing Yu, and when he was about to go to the sect, he felt his ankle sink.

I saw the little fox trying to support his whole body with his hind feet, covering his trouser legs completely, and holding his calf tightly with his two paws.

"Aww, aww..." The little fox pouted its furry tail, and tried its best to get close to Ye Wuhui. A pair of dark eyes were wronged, and there were countless sparkles in them, as if It's flattering, and it seems to be praying.

Little brother, in this life, take me away.

......

In a secluded palace, countless silks and satins hang down and sway, and the breeze brings the fragrance of flowers into the room. A piece of pink and bright petals, riding the breeze, strays into this ambiguous and messy place, swaying and floating on the exquisite and luxurious round bed superior.

After the cloud and rain that no one could see, Mo Ziyi let go of the red feather that bound Ye Wuhui, pecked at the corner of Ye Wuhui's mouth lightly, covered his eyes with his palm, and showed a playful and indulgent smile, After being forced, he showed a rare thoughtfulness: "I know you feel sick, don't open your eyes, I will help you."

He put on a crimson silk, cleaned up the filth on Ye Wuhui's body, and then adjusted his clothes one by one with his own hands.

"Ye Wuhui." A pair of hands suddenly wrapped around Ye Wuhui's waist, and Hong Yun's ears, which had not yet faded from shame, opened and closed her thin lips: "Take me away."

Ye Wuhui trembled all over, struggling in his heart for a moment, but still pushed away Mo Ziyi who was leaning on him, clenched his fists tightly, biting his lips tightly, afraid that he couldn't hold back, a word "good" Slip it out of your mouth.

Mo Ziyi's body was only covered with a crimson silk, and when Ye Wuhui pushed it, the clothes on his shoulders slipped off, and on the sexy white collarbone, there were red marks like fine needles, piercing into Ye Wuhui's body. Regretful eyes.

He stroked this mark playfully, raised his eyes, and met Ye Wuhui's forbearing eyes: "Little brother, take me away, okay?"

Ye Wuhui gritted his teeth: "I'll do it myself." He closed his eyes, stopped looking at Mo Ziyi's face, turned around and walked out of Wanhuatai without looking back, resolutely.

........

Ye Wuhui picked up the little fox and said: "Okay, you can go back with me and stay for a few days, if you don't get used to it, you can leave on your own, no one will force you to stay."

"Aww!" As if afraid that Ye Wuhui would repent, Mo Ziyi wrapped his claws around his neck, opened his mouth, and bit Ye Wuhui's collar firmly.

Along the way, he maintained this posture, with the tips of his ears shaking up and down with Ye Wuhui's steps.Tired is a little tired, but the beauty is blooming in my heart.

It turns out that Ye Wuhui likes cute ones!In the last life, I used the wrong method!

***

Mo Ziyi had discussed in front of Ye Wuhui more than once in his previous life that Qing Yanzong was only a place for monks to stay.

In Yanzong of the Qing Dynasty, every building was built in the shape of a temple. The eaves extend out in a very elastic curve, and the roof is slightly inwardly curved. There is one main ridge and four oblique ridges. , supporting the slightly upturned corner of the house.

The green bricks and green tiles, the bright pillars are plain and clean, all bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the melodious sound of the evening bell, with a calming tranquility, spreads in this winding path leading to secluded places. The occasional chirping of chirping birds seemed incomparably ethereal and full of charm.

"Young Sect Master is back!"

As soon as she stepped into Ye Wuhui's bedroom, Wuxue's bluffing sounded in her ears.

Wushuang and Wuxue are the two maids of Ye Wuhui, the young patriarch of Qingyan Sect.

A few years ago, Qing Yanzong's disciples went down the mountain to exterminate bandits and rescued two girls. However, they were too young and had no relatives, so they had to be brought into Qing Yanzong's upbringing.

Wushuang and Wuxue are also very well-behaved. Knowing that they have no spiritual roots of cultivation, they became the maids of the young patriarch Ye Wuhui.

Ye Wuhui has always been warm and gentle, but he didn't hold them back. He only asked them to do some simple and easy tasks such as cleaning the yard, and he still did other things by himself.

"Wushuang Wushuang, wake up." Wuxue pushed Wushuang who was dozing off against the wall while holding a feather duster.

"Young Sect Master came back a bit late today, but what fun did you encounter?" Wu Xue saw that she was a talkative girl, "Hey, this fox is so cute!" She stretched out her hand, just about to touch it, Mo Ziyi turned his head and avoided it.

"Is it the young suzerain's spiritual pet! The white fox is the rarest species of foxes, and it is a perfect match with the young suzerain, a natural pair!"

Regarding Wu Xue's words, Mo Ziyi wagged his tail, expressing that he liked to listen.

Ye Wuhui said: "The contract has not been concluded yet."

Wushuang seemed to be a more stable girl: "Young suzerain, the suzerain has just sent a message, please go to discuss with Wendian after you come back. And... um..." She hesitated to speak, fearing that the little The suzerain showed disappointment as before.

"Still... no news..." Ye Wuhui frowned unnoticed, but Mo Ziyi could clearly see the subtle changes that no one noticed.

He didn't know why Ye Wuhui felt sad and annoyed, and he couldn't comfort him, he could only stick out his little pink tongue to lick his cheek.

Ye Wuhui touched the little fox's head, and hugged him to Wuxue.

Wuxue took the fox and swore knowingly: "I will definitely take good care of this white fox for the young master!"

"Yeah." Ye Wuhui nodded and walked towards the Palace of Hewen.

In the night, the slender and tall figure walked alone, maybe because he felt Ye Wuhui's emotions, Mo Ziyi only felt that his figure was full of depression and loneliness.

He just wanted to pounce on Ye Wuhui's side, but Wuxue grabbed his tail: "Fox, my sister will take you to take a bath. Where did you and the young master go? You smell like grilled fish all over your body." ?”

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Mo Ziyi: Do you know why your figure looks so lonely?

Ye Wuhui: Why?

Mo Ziyi: You lack someone by your side.

Ye Wuhui: Who is missing?

Mo Ziyi: Me.