Chapter 64: The Little Maniac of the Evil Ghost Prince
The little fox shook her ears, and the wet and warm feeling made her tremble, as if she had been electrocuted, numb all over, and her limbs stiffened.
"Wake up." The Demon Venerable's muffled and feminine voice came, like a brightly colored poisonous snake, snaking down the veins on his ears.
"Honest?"
The little fox nodded frantically, feeling one ear being released, touching the cool air, and suddenly stood up, shaking involuntarily with difficulty, and the poor white hair was wet together, a lock, funny and pitiful.
"Obedient?"
With a smile in his eyes, the Demon Venerable deliberately put his hand on the little fox's soft neck, feeling the beating of the pulse, almost fascinated.
Obedient, obedient.
The sharp and hard touch of the fingertips on his neck made the little fox's head click faster, and soon he was dizzy, and the strength to pull the Demon Venerable's fingers was gone.
Seeing that the goal was achieved, the Demon Venerable spit out the other ear in his mouth, rubbed the little fox into his arms, and touched it up and down, left and right, before he was at ease. I got up and watched the sunlight dappled through the delicately carved windows, and only after a long time did I push open the door and let the dazzling light fall on me.
The little fox in his arms struggled to get out, and his two little ears were completely erect. The claws hooked the fine weaving threads on the gorgeous clothes, and soon hugged the slightly cool neck of the Demon Venerable, poked out his head, and winked at the left and right protectors behind him.
The left protector nodded at the messy and wet white lady, and the right protector turned his head stiffly and his face twitched.
Offense against decency!
The main hall farther and farther behind the two of them is magnificent, towering into the clouds, covering countless small halls of intrigue, and the long shadow is like a demon venerable, which is a lingering shadow for the demon cultivator's life.
The little fox stepped forward, and Bandazi spread on the shoulder of the Demon Venerable, and vaguely saw that the Demon Venerable's clothes were fluttering, and the ancient fierce beasts embroidered on it with teeth and claws were lifelike.
Mo Zishu was uncomfortable, and thought that she had done it herself, so she had to be swayed all the way to Gufeng Pavilion.
She was soaking in the sun, and her mind was full of a thought.
What kind of fierce beast with teeth and claws embroidered, strange and scary, is a gorgeous and venomous snake is the most appropriate.
"Zixuan."
The male voice was warm and reasonable, just like the sound of spring water hitting the golden stone, which dispelled the warm sleepiness, made Mo Zishu's ears move, and pulled the white hair of the Demon Venerable around, looking directly at the person who made the sound.
Sure enough, he is an elegant gentleman!
If you cut it, if you learn it, if you grind, let the fox yearn for it!
The simple white clothes are not decorated at all, but they are forced to wear a beautiful posture like a fairy, and everything seems to be ashamed of itself, making people unable to look like a blasphemous.
But the concern in his eyes pulled this immortal down to the mortal dust.
"Hmm"
The unhappy little fox looked at the little fox directly, and pressed the little fox into his arms, and then responded unhurriedly.
Seeing that the relationship between one person and one fox was harmonious, Wen Xiuya's worries deepened, but she was also happy.
"Not bad. And you in general. ”
The Demon Venerable sat on the ground casually, one leg bent and erect, the other leg straightened, his hands propped back, and he looked back: "You are here to rob my fox?" ”
Mo Zishu was stunned for a moment, climbed out of the open collar, and was caught off guard by the long wind by the lake.
"That's what it meant originally."
Wen Xiuya, who was smiling, stood behind the Demon Venerable, glanced at the little fox, and looked at the beautiful scenery on the lake from afar.
"But this kid is fine."
Hearing the Demon Venerable snort dissatisfied, he said again: "It is the one who can cross you and send you back to dust." ”