Mo Qian saw that the fox was suddenly quiet in Xiao Zexiao's arms, and there was a trace of injury in his eyes, so he quickly retracted, glanced at the fox and Yan Qinqing's little tails a few times, and turned around and walked towards the windowsill. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xiao Zexiao looked at his slightly gloomy back speechlessly, feeling pitiful and funny, and put the fox next to Yan Qinqing.

As if he was frightened by Mo Qian, the fox quietly crawled to the foot of the bed, glanced at Yan Qinqing with pitiful eyes, and found a place to lie down.

"What's wrong with my brother?" Yan Qinqing stared at the fox with a curious expression, was this thing insulted by Mo Qian?

The fox lay on the bed and replied angrily: "Human beings are really perverted, it's terrible, I want to sleep." ”

"Oh, then you can get some rest. Yan Qinqing replied perfunctorily, looked up at Xiao Zexiao with an inquiring face, and shook his head.

Xiao Zexiao saw that the fox was fine, so he patted his little head soothingly, got into bed, took Yan Qinqing in his arms, turned to the wall and fell asleep.

The fox's little body was lying on the corner of the bed, moving a little bit, moving to the very corner, and honestly lying on its stomach and not moving.

In the dead of night, the entire inn fell silent, and there was even a faint sound of snoring.

Xiao Zexiao and Yan Qinqing's breathing sound was also steady and heavy, and they fell asleep when they heard it.

The fox, who had been lying on the corner of the bed honestly, moved slightly, slowly raised his head, and his little ears were facing the outside of the room, as if listening to Mo Qian's breathing.

Mo Qian's martial arts skills were very high, and his breathing was steady and slight, but he could still hear that he was asleep.

The fox stood up little by little, glanced at the backs of Xiao Zexiao and Yan Qinqing, and shook his body slightly.

Soon, a figure floated out of the body of the little black pig fox.

A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a red robe, was extremely attractive and tall.

He was covered in a layer of white mist, which could not hide his radiant appearance.

The sword eyebrows are slightly raised, and a pair of deep and introverted eyes are particularly beautiful, the dark red eyes are like top-level rubies that converge on the light, and the eye waves are flowing, sweeping the outside of the screen.

The charming and shining eyes are like a bottomless whirlpool, attracting people and unable to extricate themselves.

A pair of thin lips under the straight bridge of the nose are pursed lightly at the moment, and the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, as if they are smiling.

If Yan Qinqing was awake and saw him at this moment, she would probably exclaim, this is the best-looking boy she has ever seen, there is no one.

Even Xiao Zexiao's face, which is almost perfect, can't compare to him, not only his facial features, but also the temperament of his body.

He lifted his wide sleeves slightly, pinched the corners of his sleeves with his white and slender fingers, lowered his eyes and looked at the robe on his body, and the corners of his mouth picked out a range of disgust, as if he hated this red.

After a long time, he slightly opened his lips and did not make a sound, but a sigh surrounded the room, "Hey......"

The sigh circled the house a few times before slowly dissipating, but it did not wake up the two people and a pig inside and outside the house.

He scooped the corners of his sleeves and patted the body of the fox on the corner of the bed, as if he was coaxing it to sleep, his eyes softened, and soon the corners of his mouth were raised, and with a wave of his wide sleeves, a faint mist dispersed.

The powdery mist was like a ribbon, circling around Xiao Zexiao and Yan Qinqing, sliding in the air, and heading towards Mo Qian on the windowsill.

The boy stretched out his hand, and the mist swam like an obedient pet from the air to his side and burrowed into his body.

He stood there and tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and a petal-shaped red mark appeared between his smooth and white forehead, flashing red, and then disappeared into his forehead.

Xiao Zexiao originally hugged Yan Qinqing tightly and slept soundly, but after being entangled in the mist, the hand holding her gradually loosened, and it seemed that he was sleeping even deeper.

Yan Qinqing's little pig's trotters were still trembling slightly in the air, and their whole body stiffened when they were surrounded by mist.

Mo Qian, who was sleeping by the windowsill, was surrounded by this burst of fog, and his whole person fell to the ground stiffly, and he didn't wake up.

After the red mark on his forehead disappeared into his skin, the boy handsomely waved his sleeves, took a step, and instantly reached the windowsill and looked at the night outside.

With his eyes closed, he shrugged his nose slightly, as if he was smelling something, and soon opened his eyes, his eyes flashed red, and he turned his head and looked to the right.

With a gentle grip on the windowsill, he jumped over the windowsill like a light bird.

He jumped out of the ledge, spread out his hands, and the two wide sleeves of the robe were like a pair of wings, blown by the wind in the air, and glide smoothly through the air with him.

The scenery of the surrounding buildings flew past him, and he was like a gust of wind, and like a gust of fog, only to be in another place in the blink of an eye.

He looked at the sign on the fence at the entrance of the village on the ground, which read, "Xiumei Village".

Flipping in the air, landing lightly, flicking his wide sleeves, looking up at the sky, closing his eyes, stretching out his hand, another mist came out of his body, and headed towards the village.

After all this, the boy stood at the entrance of the village and waited quietly, as if waiting for someone.

Soon a pure white figure ran from a distance, with limbs a little light on the ground, jumping a few meters, extremely fast, and nine furry tails behind him swayed with the wind.

When the pure white nine-tailed fox ran in front of the boy, its figure leaped into the air and turned into a male and female human.

Wearing brown deerskin boots, wearing a white power suit, his face is stunningly beautiful, his long hair is tied up by a silver headband, and the towering ends of his hair are swaying slightly with his movements.

If it weren't for his prominent Adam's apple and flat chest, he would look like a beautiful woman at first glance.

The eyebrows are of appropriate shades, with a bewitching charm between the eyebrows, the eyes are narrow and long, the tails of the eyes are raised, with the straight and beautiful nose bridge and the lips with beauty beads, the mature appearance of twenty-three or four-year-old, it seems that everything is just right.

The man quickly walked up to the boy, knelt down on one knee, and looked up at the boy with tears and excitement in his eyes.

His thin lips were slightly open, and he was about to say something, but the boy turned his head to look at him with cold eyes, "How did you escape?"

The man was slightly stunned when he heard this, a wry smile appeared on his face, he choked for a long time, and shook his head, "Qingrong knows that he is guilty of capital crimes, but the original master ......"

He was interrupted in the middle of his sentence by the boy's sneer, "You really deserve to die!"

"The master is no longer there, Qingrong must ......"

The man was halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by the boy's mocking voice.

The boy looked up at the sky with a complicated look in his eyes, and quickly looked down at him and sneered, "You should have died a long time ago!

Qingrong's body trembled when he heard this, a bitter smile of remorse appeared on his face, his throat moved, and he lowered his head, "Yes, Qingrong should be damned." But before dying, Qingrong must ......"

"Hand over the demon pill. The boy didn't seem to want to hear him, and with a sarcastic smile on his lips, he put his slender fingers in front of the man, "Hand it over." ”

Qingrong was stunned, looked at the boy's hand, closed his eyes, collected all his emotions, and slowly fell to the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground, and his voice trembled, "Your ...... I haven't found it yet, Qingrong can't yet, can't ......"

The boy neatly closed his hand, waved his wide sleeves, laughed loudly several times, gradually sneered, turned his back, "Get out of here! I will call you when I need you!"

"No!" Qingrong kowtowed fiercely, slowly stood up, looked at the boy's back with nostalgia and guilt in his eyes several times, turned around, jumped in the air, and turned into a nine-tailed fox again and ran in another direction.