Can the tail be tickled?

"Aww..." The little fox raised its paws, shrunk its neck, half-closed its eyes, like a child who made a mistake, stretched out his palm, waiting for the punishment of the elders.

I didn't mean to break that glass ball...

i can pay you back...

Seeing that Ye Wuhui hadn't moved for a long time, he raised his eyes cautiously, then quickly lowered his head as if being caught, and covered his cheek with his tail, while the other paw was still stretched out, as if he would never fight back if he was beaten or scolded. It's so wronged that I can't do it.

Ye Wuhui lowered his head, tapped lightly on the pink plum blossom mat with his fingertips, and stroked the two dull hairs on the fox's head that were raised because of "fear".

He said softly: "Stay in Qing Yanzong, and leave after cultivating human form."

The little fox showed a black eye, blinked, then lowered its tail tremblingly, stretched out its little pink tongue, and tentatively licked Ye Wuhui's cheek: "Wow?"

Ye Wuhui grabbed the fox's little paw and asked, "Are you willing?"

Nature is willing!

Mo Ziyi's heart almost didn't bloom, but he still had to put on a pitiful look, put his two paws on Ye Wuhui's shoulders, licked the tip of his nose, and then stuck his whole head on Ye Wuhui's shoulders. It touched his neck, and rubbed against Ye Wuhui's body again and again with the soft fur.

It's great to be a fox.Mo Ziyi thought to himself countless times.

The next day, when Mo Ziyi woke up, he happened to see Wushuang holding a small pen, carefully drawing something on Ye Wuhui's forehead.

"Aww?" The little fox moved his head curiously.

"It's all because of you!" Wuxue aggressively grabbed the little fox by the tail, Ye Wuhui just glanced over, she immediately put on an amiable smile, picked up the little fox, stroked him gently, smiled Said, "It's all because of you, the young master will draw a tattoo on his forehead in the future."

"Aww!" The little fox broke away from Wuxue, walked to Ye Wuhui's side on tiptoe, and sat down obediently.

After the spirit beast forms a bond with the monk, a contract pattern will appear on the monk's forehead. The more complicated the contract pattern is, the stronger the bloodline of the contracted spirit beast is.

And Ye Wuhui didn't have a contract with the fox, so naturally there was no contract mark on his forehead.If he wanted him to stay in Qingyan Sect under the name of "Young Sect Master's Contracted Spirit Beast", Ye Wuhui would have to draw a "contract seal" on his forehead. This seal should not be too bizarre. Only being ordinary can make others believe that it is just an ordinary two-tailed fox without suspicion.

Wushuang's temperament is calm, and her hands are skillful. A small and exquisite blue flower blooms in the center of Ye Wuhui's forehead, and "Wuzhuo" just falls in the middle of the flower stamen, like dew in the flower, crystal clear and translucent. .

Mo Ziyi shook his tail, staring at the little blue flower without moving.

"What are you painting?" Wuxue poked her head curiously, and pushed Wushuang who was packing up her things.

"Star Flower." Ye Wuhui stroked the little flower on his forehead, and a clear and clear smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

......

On the Lantern Festival, there is a grand festival of lanterns.

The colorful lights converge into a giant light dragon, winding and swaying, shining the whole world brilliantly.

Three thousand bright lights float in the night sky, like countless stars, carrying people's best wishes to the distant sky.

Beside the Yunshui River, the lanterns floated up and down, drifting away slowly on the long river along with the water waves.

Under the marriage tree, believers who fall in love hold candles, tie their names on red strings, and light fireworks.

Dazzling fireworks bloomed in the sky, like a hundred flowers blooming, with sparks like thousands of shooting stars, falling straight into the night sky.At that moment, the color of the entire world changed, as if it had merged with the fireworks, thousands of golden powders were drawn out, drifting around, releasing a light that made people unable to move their eyes away.

Ye Wuhui stood blankly in the middle of the long street, trying to escape, but the crowds around him blocked his way to escape.

As far as the eye can see, the young man in red is wearing a golden mask, a golden machete and a fiery red whip are hanging from his waist, and a woman in Japanese costume is following beside him.

Mo Ziyi chatted and laughed happily with the woman beside him, and bought a lantern from a roadside stall and handed it to the woman.

He raised his eyes and saw Ye Wuhui who was stunned, and whispered a few words in the woman's ear, upon hearing this, the woman covered her mouth and laughed.

Ye Wuhui turned around and left, but was supported by a hand on his shoulder.

"Little brother, where are you going?" Mo Ziyi jumped up to Ye Wuhui with a smile.

"What does it have to do with you?" Ye Wuhui patted Mo Ziyi's hand away with a dark face.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a place." Mo Ziyi tied Ye Wuhui with his red feathers involuntarily, ignoring the ordinary people who came and went like a tide, and flew into the night sky with a scimitar, facing the Dongying woman. He beckoned, "Chang Zhu, you go back first, I'll be right back!"

In this way, Mo Ziyi kidnapped Ye Wuhui, the young patriarch of Qingyan Sect, for the first time in full view of everyone.

"What are you going to do!" Ye Wuhui struggled.

Mo Ziyi took off his mask, and his slender phoenix eyes were full of jokes: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to stay alone with you for a while."

Ye Wuhui turned his head, thinking of that Dongying woman, he felt angry, he sneered and said: "The women around you are not enough for you to have fun? Why bother to pester me?"

Mo Ziyi evoked a wild smile: "I miss you."

"..."

"Look at me." Mo Ziyi approached shamelessly, "We haven't seen each other for so long."

Seeing that Ye Wuhui ignored him, Mo Ziyi leaned forward again, held Ye Wuhui's chin with his fingers, turned his head away, and forced him to look at him.

"Ye Wuhui." Mo Ziyi put away the smirk on his face, and put on an extremely serious expression, Ye Wuhui's face was reflected in his dark pupils, "I miss you."

The long wind blew, blowing Mo Ziyi's scattered hair on his forehead, everything around him seemed to disappear, and what he saw and heard was only the voice and appearance of the person in front of him.

Ye Wuhui's lips moved, and finally swallowed the "I miss you very much" that was about to come out.

He changed the topic stiffly: "You shouldn't have appeared, the whole cultivation world is chasing you now."

"Are you worried about me? Could it be that you're also thinking about me?" Mo Ziyi's face moved closer, the two of them almost touched the tip of their noses, their warm breath hit Ye Wuhui's face, and there was a panic in his heart At a loss.

"Tengtu." He turned away and tried to calm his breathing.

"If they can kill me, let them come." Mo Ziyi let go of his hand and smiled calmly, "In this life, I will only die by your hands."

Ye Wuhui's heart skipped a beat, he took a deep breath, and clenched his fists: "Mo Ziyi, turn around, don't..."

"Impossible." Mo Ziyi turned around, interrupted Ye Wuhui's words firmly.

Don't... make the same mistake again...

Ye Wuhui stretched out his hand, struggled for a moment, and chose to let it go.

There was no more words along the way, only the whistling wind could be heard, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, Mo Ziyi controlled the scimitar and slowly fell.

The two of them were far away from the world and the hustle and bustle. In front of them, there was a silent forest. A small stream passed through the forest quietly, occasionally splashing a small wave without making a sound.Dots of fluorescent light slowly rise from the stream, like stars rising from the sky, floating above the stream, forming a silver band of light, winding and winding, drifting into the distance.

"What are you doing here?" Ye Wuhui asked while his heart was shaking, but he pretended to be expressionless.

"What else can I do? Of course..." Mo Ziyi tied a red rope to a big tree by the stream, holding a candle, and with a malicious expression, he said every word , "Beg, beg, marriage, fate, ah!"

Ye Wuhui's muscles suddenly tightened, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

"Little brother, write your name." Mo Ziyi handed over a red note, held Ye Wuhui's hand without hesitation, and wrote his name stroke by stroke on the paper.

He tied the note with his name and the note with Ye Wuhui's name on the two ends of the red string respectively, and lit the candle in his hand.

Then, he picked a bunch of small blue flowers by the stream, with five pointed petals, like stars, like starlight.

He put the star-like flower in the palm of Ye Wuhui, raised his index finger and placed it on his thin lips, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, extremely gentle: "Ye Wuhui, in this life, don't forget me."

The golden-red fireworks exploded in the air, like raging flames, dyeing the entire night sky red, taking away the brilliance of the bright moon and stars in the sky, like a huge fireball, bursting open in Ye Wuhui's heart, wildfire started a prairie fire , burning fiercely in every inch of his veins.

The author has something to say: The star flower is also known as - forget-me-not.

No Responsibility Small Theater:

Ye Wuhui held a bouquet of red platycodon flowers, six small triangular petals, coquettish in appearance but beautiful in bloom.

Mo Ziyi:? ?

Ye Wuhui: Mo Ziyi, I will never forget it.

(The red bellflower flower represents the love that will never be forgotten)