Can the tail be tickled?

"Master." Changzhu Shuli stepped into the ruined temple, and Mo Ziyi was kneeling on the futon, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, most of the bamboo incense had been burned, and the ash fell and splashed.

"Finished?"

"Yes." Changzhu Shuli knelt with Mo Ziyi, "Master, you don't need to blame yourself too much."

Mo Ziyi lowered his eyes: "I killed them."

"The person who caused them to be infected with puppet poison, and the person who deprived them of their rights as a person, is a puppet, not a master." Changzhu tree lit a stick of incense, "May they be safe and happy in the next life."

"Changzhu, don't call me master." Mo Ziyi said, "If one day you can't take it anymore and want to leave, then go, this abyss should not be broken by you alone."

Changzhu Shuli said: "If the master saves Shuli, he will always be Shuli's master. No matter where the master is or what situation he is in, Shuli will try his best to stand by his side... Ye Young master, it must be the same idea."

"Changzhu, thank you."

Mo Ziyi had no more words, and Changzhu Shuli was the only one standing beside him.At that moment, an irresistible impulse surged in his heart. He wanted to hide himself, rushed to the palace, took a look at Ye Wuhui, grabbed his collar, and asked him what was going on in his heart. What do you think.

This idea only popped up for a moment before Mo Ziyi gave up.

He got up and walked out of the ruined temple. The full moon was covered by dark clouds, and the red feathers were as determined as a whipping a lin and a phoenix.A faint red light flashed across his pupils, and it disappeared in an instant.

"Let's go, Chang Zhu, let's go to the next place."

The puppet poison was originally spread only in the realm of comprehension, but now it has spread to the common people for unknown reasons.Those infected with the poison will lose their human form and become puppets with deformed limbs. They will be controlled by the person behind the scenes, neither human nor ghost, and will live forever.Only by piercing the heart with the Blood Moon Demon Knife can these monsters be completely wiped out, restore them to human form, and give the infected people their final dignity after death.

The mountain was hazy with smoke, dark clouds were densely covered, and the raindrops fell from the sky. The raindrops splashed small crowns and brought a river of blood.

Behind, there is a small village infected with puppet poison, corpses are scattered all over the field, some people's houses still smoke, but there is no life; in front of them, there are two children, one big and one small, trembling all over.

The younger one held a small wooden sword tremblingly, protecting the older one behind him.

The child closed his eyes, waved the wooden sword, and walked forward in small steps: "Go away, big devil, go away!" The person behind him, covered in blood tainted with puppet poison, rolled his eyes , the limbs are twitching at a specific and strange frequency.

Ordinary people don't have the physique like monks, and monks can still survive for a few days, but ordinary people, once they are stained with the blood of puppet poison, will immediately become ill.

The blood moon demon knife was still dripping with blood, and the blood beads fell into the soil, stirring up a wisp of white smoke, which was quickly extinguished in the misty rain.

Mo Ziyi just looked at them coldly and didn't move, letting the little wooden sword hit him one after another.

The rain hit his face, winding down his cheeks, converging into crystal drops, and then dripping from his chin.

The person behind the child opened his eyes, his pupils lost focus, and turned into a humanoid monster, waving his hands, intending to attack the child.

He is still alive, but his brain is dead, and his body no longer belongs to him.He didn't have a specific attack target, just because the child was close to him, so he attacked without leaving any hands.

The child was stunned, in a daze, not knowing how to react, the elder brother he was protecting turned into a strange thing before his eyes, his hands were bent strangely, and when he waved it, he was full of undisguised killing intent.

The next moment, Mo Ziyi moved, his figure was like a ghost, pierced his heart with a knife, and then pulled the child out of the range of the blood spray, and the two of them did not get a drop of blood.Chang Zhushu rushed over to clean up the funeral affairs of the small village, and the sound of the piano brought up hazy smoke to wash away the blood on the elderly man.

The child stared blankly at Chang Zhushuli, then at Mo Ziyi, dumbfounded.His eyes were glazed, as if he was wondering why the devil didn't kill him together.But at the same time, he also understood a fact that even he didn't believe it - this devil saved him.If this monster is gone, there are only two endings for him, either, he will become a monster like his brother, or he will die here.

The child was confused for a moment, the little wooden sword fell, and he sat down in the rain, holding Mo Ziyi's calf tightly with both hands, crying loudly.

The cry of the child was loud and loud, and it gave me a headache.Mo Ziyi rubbed his temples, opened the child's hand, left a piece of spirit stone, and left an unopened oil-paper umbrella beside him, and his buckskin boots stepped over the withered grass and the mud: "You can solve it yourself." stop."

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The rumors about Ye Wuhui's broken sleeve continued to spread, and even intensified. The relationship between Mo Ziyi and Ye Wuhui has evolved from "acquaintance in previous life" to "resentful couple in previous life".There are quite a few versions that Mo Ziyi himself heard.

The most widely circulated one is this kind - "The Young Sovereign and Mo Ziyi had no destiny to be together in the previous life, so they have to continue their relationship in this life, but Mo Ziyi has forgotten the past, leaving the Young Sovereign sad alone, searching for it for many years. I finally met by chance at the Zongmen Conference, and I was able to be reborn in love."

Hearing so much, Mo Ziyi feels a little dazed these days, who is reborn?How to talk about the past stories, each one is clearer than himself?As if it really happened.

These two days, Mo Ziyi has been avoiding Ye Wuhui.If you can't go out, you don't go out.

He also has a certain responsibility for the development of the situation.He was worried that if he went to find Ye Wuhui, would he shut him out to avoid suspicion.He had heard too many words of cold rejection in his previous life, but in this life, he was actually a little timid.

It wasn't until the last night of the Zongmen Conference that the Hall of Supreme Harmony held a banquet, and all the monks had to attend, that he had no choice but to transform into a human form and go with Yin Wuqing and Yang Xinghe.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony is the place where Yanzong of the Qing Dynasty specially holds banquets. It is spacious and bright enough to accommodate the disciples of hundreds of immortal families who participated in the Zongmen Conference. This is just the last day, and the purpose is to chat and laugh.

Therefore, there is no special arrangement of seats, but a long table is being placed in the main hall, which is filled with all kinds of delicacies, and you can eat if you want.

As soon as he entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Yang Xinghe was attracted by all kinds of delicacies, and ran towards the delicacies like a wild horse, while Yin Wuqing had to deal with the various monks who came to toast, and he had no time to separate himself. The "lonely and helpless" Mo Ziyi had no choice but to take a piece of sweet pastry and leaned against the wall.His eyes passed through the crowd and hit Ye Wuhui.

Ye Wuhui's temperament is cold and indifferent, but his strength is tyrannical. There are many people around him, coming and going, polite, each person is polite, and then a few glasses of wine are toasted. , there was a touch of red at the end of the eyes, like red plum blossoms blooming in the cold winter, tainted with a little warmth in the coldness like frost and snow.

Ye Wuhui found Mo Ziyi's figure in the crowd, met his eyes, as if the long cloudy sky finally ushered in a ray of warm sunshine, and his eyes shone with light.

Ye Wuhui was about to leave the people beside him and go over to say hello, but Zuo Junqi walked forward aggressively.

Mo Ziyi curled his lips and was about to leave, but Zuo Junqi stretched out his hand and blocked him in the corner, looking left and right at him.

Zuo Junqi's tone was quite contemptuous: "How can I not be as good as you? Why did Brother Wuhui just fall in love with you?"

Mo Ziyi was only obedient in front of Ye Wuhui, but he stopped pretending in front of Zuo Junqi, and brushed his hair narcissistically: "Then it is probably a princess, you are not as good-looking as me."

Zuo Junqi admits that Mo Ziyi's face is indeed impeccable, but how can Ye Wuhui like beauty?She was dissatisfied and argued: "You are a man, the definition of good-looking is different from that of us women!"

"That's right, the princess also said that I'm a man." Mo Ziyi grinned and emphasized the word "man".

"You..." Zuo Junqi was speechless, momentarily at a loss for words, "you" didn't say anything for a long time, and finally just dropped his hands, "I don't accept it, let's compete!"

"The princess's marksmanship is the best in the world, and no one can beat her. I dare not compete with the princess." Mo Ziyi turned his body slightly, avoiding Zuo Junqi's encirclement, rejected her in a few words, walked to the side, and Take a few sweet treats.

Zuo Junqi said: "I don't need a gun, you don't need a whip, let's compare swords!"

Mo Ziyi stuffed a mouthful of snowflake crisps, and licked off the fine residue left on his fingertips: "Sword competition? No way, the princess can borrow a spirit sword anywhere, but I can't, I don't have a sword."

At this moment, Ye Wuhui came to Mo Ziyi's side, and took off Qingyu without hesitation: "Use Qingyu."

Everyone secretly sighed in their hearts, the natal spirit sword cannot be easily separated from the body, and Ye Wuhui's excuse made the rumors that have been rumored these days a reality.

Qingyu is made of silver fused with thousands of years of cold ice deep in the Tianshan Mountains. The hilt is engraved with simple and gorgeous patterns, and a blue gemstone is inlaid in the middle of the scabbard. There was also a throbbing that came from nowhere.

The moment he took over Qing Yu, Mo Ziyi suddenly understood, and sighed in his heart: Ye Wuhui has always been upright and upright, so why would he hate him because of these rumors?This time it's his villainous heart!

Holding Qing Yu, Mo Ziyi took off the red whip around his waist and put it in Ye Wuhui's hands. He blinked at Ye Wuhui and showed a big smile: "Little brother, I will exchange with you."

"En." Ye Wuhui took Hong Yu, with a bright smile in his eyes.

"Humph!" Zuo Junqi pouted, glanced at Qing Yu angrily, snorted softly, turned around and walked out of the hall, took a sword from the monk who was offering swords around her, and jumped to the sword outside the hall. In the open space, holding a sword, he pointed vaguely at Mo Ziyi who was still standing in the hall.

Mo Ziyi looked at Ye Wuhui, and after getting the affirmative look from the other party, he rubbed his fingers on the pattern on the hilt of the sword, leaped lightly, and stood up to fight.

Qing Yu unsheathed, the icy blue sword light wrapped in the scorching flames, the collision of two contradictory spiritual powers, one cold and one burning, unexpectedly sparked enough to burn the sky and destroy the sun.

Zuo Junqi was startled, and quickly blocked the sword in front of him, changing his pace, the sword flower moved, and the dazzling spiritual power poured down like the nine-day glow.

The spiritual power collided, and the figures of the two were as fast as phantoms. Every move was like a phantom. All of a sudden, there was only a collision of spiritual power like a galaxy in front of everyone's eyes, and a piercing cold war came from their ears. the sound.

The battle didn't last long. With a sudden loud noise, the aura suddenly dissipated, and an unknown long sword was picked up, spun in mid-air, and finally plunged straight into the ground, with the hilt buzzing. vibrating sound.

Zuo Junqi was restrained, his hands were empty.Mo Ziyi held Qing Yu with his backhand, and the hilt of his sword rested on Zuo Junqi's throat.

Zuo Junqi's beautiful eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, trembling uncontrollably, she said in disbelief: "I...I lost."

Mo Ziyi put Qing Yu away, clutching his chest with lingering fear.Zuo Junqi was just as in memory, with deadly moves and direct hits to his weak points. If it wasn't for the lightness of this spirit sword, not as long and heavy as a long spear, Mo Ziyi would have been unable to get out of the body several times.

He bowed respectfully, and said to Zuo Junqi: "If the gun is changed, I must be the one who loses at this moment."

"If you lose, you lose. There's nothing you can't accept!" Zuo Junqi threw the spirit sword to the monk who lent her, turned around and took two steps, then turned around unwillingly, as if declaring war,

"I will not give up Brother Wugui!!"

Zuo Junqi deserves to be a princess, she has the bearing of a royal family. In the end, she comes aggressively and walks openly, without using dirty tricks or wearing small shoes. If she won't stab herself again in this life, Mo Ziyi is still very willing to make friends with such a girl. A heroic woman.

After the competition ended, everyone dispersed, Mo Ziyi came back to Ye Wuhui's side, holding Qingyu in both hands: "Little brother, how are you?"

Ye Wuhui said: "Very powerful." He squatted down, carefully hung the red feather on Mo Ziyi's waist, then took Qingyu, stared at the young man's face like the scorching sun, stayed for a moment, Called his name in a hoarse voice, "Ziyi."

"Huh?" The boy raised his head and met his eyes.

"I never thought those words would spread like this." Ye Wuhui, who is so transparent, naturally understood why Mo Ziyi wanted to avoid him.

Mo Ziyi raised one of Ye Wuhui's arms, raised his head, and rubbed against Ye Wuhui's palm like a kitten: "It's me who thought about my little brother carefully. Little brother... ..." He blinked, clenched his fists, curled his wrists, and asked tentatively, "Then... am I still my little brother's little fox?"

Ye Wuhui's breathing stagnated for a moment, his cheeks were slightly hot, and the red clouds at the end of his eyes looked a little shy, and he affirmed, "Yes. It's the most... the sweetest one!"

Mo Ziyi pointed out the tip of his tongue, licked it on the back of his hand, and gently scratched Ye Wuhui's chest with his wrist: "Wow?"

Ye Wuhui held Mo Ziyi's hand, touched his head, and tapped the tip of his nose with his fingertips like a little fox, and parted his thin lips slightly: "Wow."