Can the tail be tickled?

——"I am good."

Ye Wuhui's voice was low and hoarse with a bit of bewilderment, as if there was a faint ripple in his heart, it was clearly just a light and delicate surge, but it turned into a turbulent wave.

Su and flirt.

The tips of the little fox's ears suddenly turned red, he raised his head, blinked his eyes: "... how good is it?"

Ye Wuhui hugged him and said, "Waiting for you, and... miss you."

It was clearly just a few simple words, and when they were spoken from Ye Wuhui's mouth, it was like taking an oath, extremely solemn.

He rubbed Mo Ziyi's hair, bowed his head, and then lightly bit Mo Ziyi's neck.

Ye Wuhui said: "...My, little fox."

Ye Wuhui was used to indifference, and never knew how to express it. He could only clumsily imitate Mo Ziyi, imitate him, little by little, without reservation, and took out his heart.

This kind of clumsiness and shyness makes people lose their armor and put their whole heart into such a clumsy sincerity.

The heartstrings were plucked instantly, and Mo Ziyi cursed himself in a low voice.

Pretend to be good or something, let's talk about it tomorrow.

He pushed hard, held Ye Wuhui's wrists with one hand, and pressed Ye Wuhui against the wall behind him with the other, firmly nailing Ye Wuhui to the wall.

"Little brother is good, but..." The brows are raised, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved, "I'm not good, bad fox, I've never been good."

Mo Ziyi's lower body was full of color, and the two chests were pressed together, with almost no gap. The white teeth bit Ye Wuhui's earlobe lightly, and blew a warm breath beside the ear: "I heard that it is the little girl. Brother fell in love with me first? Huh?"

Ye Wuhui couldn't stand it any longer. He broke away from Mo Ziyi's hand, wrapped it around his waist, hooked his knees slightly, and turned around easily. In an instant, his position changed, and he was firmly nailed to the wall. The one on it became Mo Ziyi, and Ye Wuhui held him down with a sense of oppression, a layer of scorching flames ignited in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

"You..." Ye Wuhui pursed his lips tightly, trying to restrain the impulse that surged up in his heart countless times.

"...You annoying little fox." Mo Ziyi finished the second half of the sentence for Ye Wuhui, hooked his backhand, and blocked his lips with a deep kiss.

It was such a naughty little fox who haunted him all his life, missed him all his life, and loved him all his life.

......

Tomorrow there will be a sparring session, so naturally they can't do anything tonight, no matter how annoying the little fox is, after kissing and hugging, he can only lie in Ye Wuhui's arms obediently.

A good night's sleep.

On the second day, before Mao time came and the sky was only twilight, the little fox opened his eyes. He got out of the bed and jumped on Ye Wuhui's body. The cute "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" yelled a lot, woke up Ye Wuhui, hurriedly ate breakfast, and nestled into Ye Wuhui's arms again, with a raised tail and a wave of a paw, Arrogantly urging him to walk faster.

It's not because they are full of expectations for the sparring, but because the sparring is held in the land of winter.

winter land.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth, everything is covered with snow, and the snowflakes are as clean as catkins, fluttering and fluttering.

The little fox stretched out his paws, and a snowflake landed impartially on the pink and tender plum blossom mat, and slowly melted away, with a slight coolness in the palm of his hand.

Mo Ziyi likes snow.

It's icy and cold, just like Ye Wuhui's spiritual power, which can't be touched or seen.In his previous life, he liked to stand on a high place, look at the snow in front of him, and the snow in the sky, miss him, miss him.

The little fox thumped its hind paws twice, jumped out of Ye Wuhui's arms, rolled around "gululu", and got into the thick snow.The cold snow water broke into the body through the fur, and the little fox shivered violently from the cold. The snow layer trembled with him a few times, and a gray head poked out from the snow. , although Daimao was pressed down by a cloud of snow, he stood up from the center of the snow, full of energy.

"Wow..." The little fox looked at his little paws, tilted his head in doubt, crawled out from the snow, and carefully checked the silk tied around his neck, and then Squatting down in front of Ye Wuhui, he put his little paw in front of him in aggrieved manner.

Little White Paws became Little Gray Paws, and Little White Fox became Little Gray Fox.

Fortunately, the silk that Xiao Wuhui gave was not dirty.

The little fox shook Maomao crazily, but it didn't help. After shaking from the beginning to the end, he was still a little gray fox.

Moon Rabbit came slowly with a group of snow-white little rabbits. The little rabbits merged with the snow, bouncing and jumping, like little snow balls, splashing fine and small snowflakes.

These little snowballs surrounded the little fox chatteringly, lifted the little fox up and carried it straight forward.

Moon Rabbit cupped his hands at Ye Wuhui: "Young Sovereign."

Ye Wuhui replied: "Brother Moon Rabbit."

Moon Rabbit smiled warmly, and pointed to the surging crowd not far ahead: "Today's discussion is very exciting, young master, let's come and see it soon."

At this time of year, the Zizai Gate will hold several entertainment competitions. The ancestor Zizai and the elders who stay in the gate will each set up a stage, and each will give a lottery to the final winner.

The little fox was hunched by the rabbits to the platform set up by the ancestor Zizai. Ye Wuhui was about to follow, when he heard a commotion from the other side, he followed the sound and saw Kou Xinglan, the red gold box Flickering in mid-air, sparkling fire leaked out of the box.

Ye Wuhui's mind moved, and he walked in that direction.

Mo Ziyi was forcibly abducted by Tutu to come here. He looked back to look for Ye Wuhui, but saw his figure walking in the direction of the platform built by the elder Kou Xinglan.

Maybe you are interested in the lottery over there?

Thinking about it, the little fox raised his little paws and chased in Ye Wuhui's direction. At this moment, Zizai Patriarch's prize also showed up.

It is a small pendant, packed in a delicate transparent box.

A six-sided dice was carved from the ice phosphorite born of heaven and earth, shining brightly, and a small red bean was inlaid in the center of the dice.

Linglong dice puts red beans on the bones and knows nothing.

The little fox's eyes lit up, and he was determined to stay and not leave. After watching a few sparring sessions, he couldn't bear it any longer, found the clothes from the space magic weapon, read the formula into a human form, and jumped onto the sparring stage.

After the previous scuffle, what remained on the stage at this moment was a wave-patterned tiger. He cultivated his body and used his body as a weapon. His moves were so powerful that he was almost invulnerable.

The tiger's tail flicked fiercely, and with immense strength, it attacked Mo Ziyi. Mo Ziyi did not hide or dodge, Hongyu waved and entangled on the tiger's tail, spiritual power surged, Hongyu ignited flames, Shaking off the tiger's tail, while waving, it made loud explosions one after another.

The Red Whip attacked fiercely, while the Wave Pattern Tiger was fearless, resisting and counterattacking head-on, and the red-gold spiritual power surged like lightning, crashing into the flames.

For a moment, the two were fighting together, inseparable, no one had the upper hand, and no one fell into the disadvantage.

All of a sudden, the wave-printed tiger slumped down, gathering strength in his palms, and at the moment when Mo Ziyi's figure collided with him, he sank into his palm with spiritual power, and punched out.

Mo Ziyi tapped the ground with his toes, and on one side of his body, Bolan Wenhu seemed to predict his position, and the wind of his fist suddenly turned and followed closely.

Mo Ziyi made a move to match, Hong Yu was wrapped in Huo Mang, and collided with the wave pattern tiger. During the contact, a flash of inspiration flashed, and the struggle was instantly undone. Both of them were shocked and took a few steps back.

Although Mo Ziyi resisted, he was still affected by this punch, and the inner palace trembled suddenly, and a sense of strangeness rose slowly.

Tailbone seems to be itchy.

A nameless hotness suddenly exploded in the inner palace, and Mo Ziyi couldn't support himself for a while, and knelt on the ground with one knee, sweating profusely.

Seeing this situation, Bolan Wenhu quickly put away his fists, looked at Mo Ziyi, and then looked at Zizai Patriarch uncertainly.

The opponent didn't step down, and he didn't admit defeat, so the match was not over, but Mo Ziyi's appearance seemed to be in extreme pain, and it was impossible to continue the fight no matter what.

Patriarch Zizai raised his hand, indicating that he can continue to attack.

The wind of the fist surged again, and the figure of the wave pattern tiger rushed towards Mo Ziyi with vigorous spiritual power, but the moment he was about to touch him, he was directly held by a hand.

I saw the red light blooming on Mo Ziyi's body. For a moment, there was only this dazzling redness in front of him. After the red light faded, a tail grew out behind the boy, and four fluffy tails swayed. Dafang, the moment the realm was broken through, the coercion from the nine-tailed fox burst out from the body uncontrollably, the wave wave pattern tiger lost strength in an instant, fell to his knees, and stretched out five fingers to the ancestor Zizai, signaling to admit defeat.

Panting heavily, he cast an envious look at Mo Ziyi: "So strong, is this the nine-tailed fox?!"

The little bunnies in the stands also came up together, rubbing their bellies against Mo Ziyi's tail.

【So soft and comfortable! 】

[Junior Fox has a long tail again, so cool! 】

[You said whether rabbits can grow tails, I want to grow them too, it's really amazing! ! 】

Mo Ziyi never thought that he would break through in such a situation, he stretched out his hand to Bolan Wenhu, helped him up, and said apologetically: "I never thought of using the nine-tailed fox to crush you, this time No, we'll come again."

Wave Wenhu was not obsessed with the outcome of this match. He clenched his fist and placed it in front of Mo Ziyi's eyes: "If you lose, you lose. In sparring, there are wins and losers! I'm really far behind! Make friends, Choose another day to fight again!"

"Okay!" Mo Ziyi fist bumped him.

"Hahahahahaha! Wonderful, wonderful!" Ancestor Zizai stroked his beard on his chin, and with a wave of his palm, the small pendant flew up in the air and stayed in front of Mo Ziyi's eyes, "Take it! Linglong Dice, yes Yours!"

Mo Ziyi took the Linglong dice, bowed respectfully to Patriarch Zizai, returned to the stands, kneaded the rabbits surrounding him for a while, and galloped towards Ye Wuhui.

Ye Wuhui also just ended and came to look for him.

On the snow, the footprints of the two approached little by little, and finally stayed in one place.

"Little brother, I'll give you something!"

"I... have something to give you."

They spoke together and stretched out their hands together.

Linglong Dice was lying quietly in the palm of her hand, Ye Wuhui was holding a sky lantern, the candlelight was flickering.

Mo Ziyi was taken aback for a moment, and then he showed a big smile to Ye Wuhui.

He hung the Linglong dice on Ye Wuhui's waist, and took Ye Wuhui's arm: "Let's go, let's put the lights on together!"

Candle bone lamp, the wax burning at the chassis is made of candle shark bones, it will not melt for thousands of years, and it will never be extinguished for ten thousand years. Such a sky lantern, if you write your wish, it will last forever in the sky, let it go for thousands of years, Let him go through the vicissitudes of life, burn forever, never extinguish.

In the night sky, a bright lamp swayed up, like a star that was close at hand, shining with fiery light, and slowly flew into the sky.

The two teenagers held each other's hands, quietly watching the lamp, gradually drifting away until it became a real star, leaving only a small spot of light, flying wantonly under such a vast sky .

"Little brother, what did you write on it?" Mo Ziyi looked at Ye Wuhui with clear eyes, full of curiosity and love.

Ye Wuhui smiled slightly: "I can't say it."

He looked into the boy's eyes, with light, smile, and affection in his eyes, and then he hugged him, deeply, and kissed his lips full of sincerity.

Unlike Mo Ziyi, who wrote a whole page full, he only wrote one sentence——

You are the only home.

Beads in every word.

Across thousands of mountains and over thousands of rivers, I only wish...to have you at home.