Ruyi suddenly turned over and jumped up, with his back facing him, his chest fluctuated violently several times, and his hands trembled, holding his clothes with one hand and holding the front side of his thigh with the other: "Feng, seal, seal as usual!"

Feng Rugu tilted his head and caught a strange change in him.

He asked boldly: "You have grown mushrooms."

As one: "…"

He didn't dare to say anything more, and quickly walked around the screen and held the edge of the bathtub. The air flow exhaled was extremely chaotic.

Ruyi shouted: "Don't peek!"

Feng Rugu, who had already tiptoed to the screen, said: "...Oh."

If you take a few deep breaths, grit your teeth, carefully relieve yourself, and seal all the sounds in your teeth.

If Feng Rugu dared to come in and say "Are you pulling mushrooms?", he could not guarantee whether he would die of shame on the spot.

Because he was worried about Feng Rugu, he was looking forward to doing things in a hurry, but he was really not good at this. After struggling for a while, he still had nothing to do.

Unable to do so, he clenched the edge of the bathtub, gritted his teeth and let out a low hum: "Entertainment Father..."

After a while, his legs trembled slightly and his waist bent, as if he had done something awesome. He hurriedly pulled the towel, wiped his fingers and palms clean, and burned the towel stained with filth without leaving the silly before he looked like nothing happened and turned out of the screen.

"righteous……"

Ruyi was shocked.

The inn windows were opened wide and the cool breeze was poured backwards.

Feng Rugu disappeared, and the cat lying on the table disappeared.

He didn't hear the bell, so he always thought Feng Ruju stayed outside.

But he actually forgot that Feng Rugu learned everything very quickly.

For him, the mere technique of possession of the body...

Ru was so angry that she was shocked: "Entertainment Father!"

"righteous--"

Like a loud bang in his mind, it was like hills cracking in his chest, gravels piercing through the clouds, instantly smashing his heart into holes and sores.

Before he knew it, his face was covered with sweat, his left chest was numb and hot, and he had to reach out to hold the table so that he could not fall down: "Feng Ruyuan!"

In the past, the scenes of Feng Ruyuan committing suicide in the pavilion swept into his eyes one by one, as clear as yesterday.

...And he went to save Chang Boning, but failed to save his adopted father.

Previously, Ruyi thought she had controlled her emotions well and never lost her composure.

He also thought that he had long forgotten the pain of seeing Feng Rugu commit suicide that day.

He always knew where his adoptive father was, even though he had been away from him for ten years and was unconscious, he was always there.

Ruyi dared not imagine the feeling of truly losing her adoptive father.

His heart was so painful that his face turned pale and his mouth was filled with rust.

It was like a big breath of breath, and his legs were trembling slightly, just like a drowning person. He pressed five distinct fingerprints on the corner of the table with his fingertips, but he didn't realize it.

After a while, my mind was as scattered as before I could recover.

Ruyi did not dare to release the "man pillar" and other ghosts in the sword to search. She was afraid of attracting the attention of those who practice Taoism in the city, so she had to jump into the night, pick a direction, and search along the way.

Feng Rugu was heartless at this time and did not know that anyone was worried about him.

If he hides behind the screen and pulls out mushrooms, he never comes out to play with him. When he feels bored, he comes out to play.

Heaven and earth are his home, he is just wandering around his home.

His tail shaking, and the flesh cushion fell on the wall, making a clattering and cheerful sound.

He jumped lightly in Jiangling City with complex terrain, jumped up the house and enjoyed the joy of freedom.

However, in the dark, he always felt that he had been here.

After a few turns, he jumped to the wall of a courtyard in Nancheng. When he looked up and looked around, he suddenly felt the wall under his feet undulate for a moment.

The mechanism buried inside quickly determined that the person was a cat. After restlessness, it stopped and did not start the mechanism.

Feng Rugu stepped on his four claws, but he did not suspect that this was an illusion. He jumped down the wall quickly and entered the room without invitation.

Under the moonlight, he saw a young man who looked like a Taoist, wearing three silver hairpins on his head and holding a steel long gun. His body was as sharp as a dragon and a phoenix, breaking the clouds through the moon, sweat dripping on his forehead, and sweat dripping down his chin, but it seemed tireless, as if this could relieve the depression in his heart.

Three wine jars were also lost on the ground, and the wine jars were tilted and twisted on the ground, looking empty.

Feng Rugu held his two front paws and lay on the steps and looked quietly for a while, but found that this person was not suitable for long guns.

Feng Rugu couldn't tell the reason, but he felt that this was the case, and he always believed in his intuition.

He cleared his throat and greeted the stranger: "…hey."

Jing Sanchai suddenly stopped the gun. Because he was too fast and he was drunk, he staggered two steps before weaving the gun tip into the cracks of the bluestone brick floor and stabilizing his body.

He looked around and didn't even see a ghost.

Jing Sanchai smiled sadly, pulled the blade out of the crack of the rock, and turned around.

Feng Rugu didn't expect that he would ignore him and quickly stood up: "Hey!"

Jing Sanchai didn't even turn her head back, just lowered her head, buried her face in her palm, and rubbed it hard.

He smiled and said to himself: "...I'm drunk again."

Feng Rugu's aura shook the mountains and rivers: "Hey!"

Jing Sanchai's face changed and turned around like a ghost. She saw a little black cat standing on the steps, holding her neck and opening her round blue eyes, looking at him.

One person and one cat fell into a long-term vision.

Just touching that look evoked Jing Sanchai's memories.

...No way?

"This brother..." Feng Rugu looked at Jing Sanchai, who was stiff all over, and wanted to make his discovery more tactful.

After thinking about it, he said seriously: "Don't use a long gun anymore. Talent is not in your life, so don't force it."

Upon hearing this, Jing Sanchai's expression was more than half a cup of tea.

After a while, the sound of cats flying and dogs jumping in Qianjiyuan, and the miserable cat moans shook the fields.

"Feng Rugu! I'll kill you!"
Chapter completed!