Yin Fan'er still put the noisy little ...... The old guy brought it back to the Yin-Yang Pavilion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This little fat ball's demonic spirit is too heavy, and his heart is very naïve, and he may make some mess when he puts it outside.

Well, the most important thing is that it dragged itself and didn't let go, crying and shouting where the master is going, Yin Fan'er was disturbed and had a headache, so he had to take it back to the pavilion with him.

When entering Fang City, Yin Fan'er told him to hide in his clothes and not show his head.

So, Yin Fan'er was holding a bulging ...... chest, ready to unconsciously avoid the crowd and slip back into the pavilion.

However, the aunt who sold fish next door took her hand enthusiastically and asked, "Fan'er, did you catch that monster before?" ”

"Catch ...... If you catch it, it's a little demon, don't panic. Yin Fan'er said stiffly.

"That's good, that's good, it's still the Yin Yang Pavilion is powerful, thanks to you. Eh, you seem to be developing pretty well lately! The aunt said again, squeezing her eyebrows at Yin Fan'er's chest.

Yin Fan'er was embarrassed and ran into the pavilion like a thief, with the heroic laughter of the aunt behind him.

Yin Fan'er slipped into the pavilion and entered his room, threw the little fat ball onto the bed, and asked: "This persimmon, do you have to hide it in my chest if you let you hide it?!" ”

The fluffy creature rolled around the bed several times, and finally froze, raised its little head, and said, "Master, your chest seems to be deflated, and it is not as comfortable as before." Alas, what have been the past few years? ”

This old monster knows a lot! People are only 100 years old! Is it okay to be 100 years old!!

Yin Fan'er took a few deep breaths and persuaded herself not to bother with a fat ball. She sat on the bed and meditated, doing her daily practice, and chatting with the little fat ball at the same time.

"Persimmon, what does your master look like?"

"The master doesn't look in the mirror for himself."

“…… I mean the old days. ”

"Well, the master likes to wear red clothes, not the kind that Tubula is wearing now. There is a little red between the eyebrows, long hair, very white skin, only a little worse than the kind of persimmon. The little guy paused, and then said, "The master's eyes are the most beautiful persimmon has ever seen in the Three Realms, and a big brother once told me that the master's eyes are to be described as soul-hooking." Also, there is a super beautiful red feather mark on the owner's neck, I don't know why it is not there now. ”

The little one said proudly, as if the proof of praise was himself.

Yin Fan'er followed the description of the little guy to imagine, and suddenly felt that the owner described by the persimmon was very familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had seen it.

"Fan'er, come to see me in the secret room." The voice of the Deadwood Daoist came.

Master is out!

Yin Fan'er hurriedly ran in the direction of the secret room, grabbing the fat ball next to the bed by the way.

"It hurts!"

As soon as Yin Fan'er entered the secret room, he saw the deadwood Taoist standing with his hands in his hands.

"Master, you're out of the customs."

"Hmm." A short answer.

After a short silence, the Dead Wood Daoist spoke up: "During this period of retreat for the teacher, it seems that a lot of things have happened? ”

Yin Fan'er thought of Liangchen, and her face couldn't help but sink.

"Daoist, I seem to have seen you somewhere."

Yin Fan'er didn't pay attention, and the persimmon jumped out from behind him and said to the deadwood Taoist.

"Who is this?" The Deadwood Daoist squatted down and looked at the white ball in front of him, and asked Yin Fan'er.

"Picked it up on the side of the road." Yin Fan'er replied awkwardly, she felt that this answer was more realistic.

"Not really!! It was so easy for me to find the owner!! Not picked up on the side of the road!! The little fat ball exploded instantly.

The deadwood Taoist was confused by this singing, so Yin Fan'er had to explain to him: "The people in the city say that it is a demon, which has caused a commotion, please let me catch it." As a result, this little guy insisted that I was her master, and insisted on coming back with me, thinking that he had admitted his mistake, and the apprentice was trying to ask the master for advice. ”

The Deadwood Daoist asked, and asked the hairball in front of him, "Little one, what is your master's name?" ”

"I don't know."

"And what does she look like?"

"That's what it looks like, but it looks much better than it does now." Persimmon said as he pouted in the direction where Yin Fan'er was standing.

"Let me ask you, did your master carry a fan with him, called a red feather fan?"

"Yes, the master is all fanned, but I don't know what it's called. By the way, master, where is your fan? ”

Yin Fan'er was very confused, how could it seem that the master still knew very well. Red feather fan? Did anyone give her a fan? She doesn't think what is hot to do with the fan?

"It's a spirit beast with no heart." The Deadwood Daoist looked at her and said.

Yin Fan'er opened her mouth wide and was surprised. Such a little fat ball turned out to be really the Holy Lord's pet, so why did it have to insist that it was its owner?

"Master......"

The deadwood Taoist was silent: "The time has not come, and the heavenly opportunity must not be revealed." ”

……

Yin Fan'er wanted to ask again, but the Dead Wood Daoist waved his hand to forbid her, and said, "The teacher hasn't asked you yet, what do you have to do with the Qinglong Immortal?" ”

Yin Fan'er was silent for a while, and replied in a deep voice: "It has nothing to do with it." ”

"I advise you for the teacher, the fairy and the demon have different paths, and you can't be soft-hearted."

"The apprentice understands, and the master can rest assured."

The Deadwood Daoist nodded, and slowly walked out of the secret room.

He sighed slightly as he walked, Yan Wuxin's spirit beast was able to find here, and Yin Fan'er was involved with Liangchen again. Sure enough, cause and effect are related, and what can't be escaped can't be escaped after all.

If you can't get it, you may never get it.

Yin Fan'er in the secret room was secretly entangled, and the words of the dead wood Taoist were unclear, which really made her curious, but the master was still playing tricks, so that people didn't know what medicine was bought in the gourd.

She looked down at her persimmon with huge watery eyes looking at her with a nymphomaniac expression, and said helplessly: "The Holy Lord is really your master?" ”

The persimmon jumped into Yin Fan'er's arms with a "sigh" and said: "The master is you, as for whether it is the Holy Lord Persimmon I don't know, anyway, I only recognize the master, does it have anything to do with the Holy Master?" ”

Yin Fan'er smiled, she rubbed the little head of the hairball in her arms, she only liked the master's spirit beast wholeheartedly, it was really cute.

She was really a little envious of Yan Wuxin.

It's just that how can she be virtuous, she is ashamed of herself, where can she dare to compare with the Holy Lord Yan Wuxin.

"Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?" Yin Fan'er lowered her head and asked Fat Ball.

"Persimmons want to eat persimmons."

Yin Fan'er finally knew why this fat ball was called persimmon.

As it turned out, the name given by the Holy Lord was still very apt and down-to-earth.