After leaving Qianjiyuan, one person and one cat returned to the inn.

Feng Rugu heard enough good words and became more proud and energetic. When he returned to the inn, he couldn't help but jump up and down.

Ruyi caught him, he still lay on his arm without giving up and wanted to squeeze out.

Ruyi really couldn't do anything to him, so she said "sorry", forced a finger on his forehead and urged him.

Feng Rugu suddenly felt sleepy like a tide sweeping over and drowning in it. Before he even had time to protest, he lost consciousness and hung on Ru's arm and fell asleep deeply.

Ruyi withdrew her fingertips and whispered: "...Only tonight, give me some peace of mind."

After saying that, he gently pressed his forehead against Feng Rugu's soft ventral side, and his hair slid down his ears a little, but he didn't notice it, and only held his mind tightly to confirm that he was still beside him and had never left.

After the pillow was dark and sweet, Feng Rugu didn't care about the fact that he forced himself to sleep yesterday, and he still jumped around.

And Ruyi also returned to normal. When he was normal, he seemed to have been lost last night, regret and sweet words, both were Feng Ruyuan's dreams.

Fortunately, Feng Rugu can remember things more easily recently.

He decided that this was true, that was true.

Feng Rugu knew that Ruyi loved him very much, but he never thought that he would love him like this and he would continue to feel pain in his heart. He immediately became arrogant due to his favor and took advantage of his petite and soft body to rush around his wide monk's robe and play with him.

Ruyi was disturbed by him so much that he could not control the sword well, so he could only whisper: "Don't be frivolous."

Feng Rugu ignored him and only poked a cat's tail from his neckline, with a slightly bent tip, and he slapped it with pride.

For example: "..." Alas.

Feng Ruyuan doesn’t have to know the way, he just wants to be like a mess.

After a few days, when they arrived at the crowded place, Feng Rugu immediately lost most of his interest in Ruyi, lay on his shoulders, and enjoyed the prosperous scenery of the world.

There are many Taoist temples here, and many shops are named "cool". I guess this is what the irritable sister of Sanhuan is called "cool valley".

Feng Rugu had a natural favor for these three words, and he really wanted to meet the rumored person in the valley.

Who would have thought that they met two uninvited guests halfway.

Ruyi was walking on the road and suddenly heard a sarcastic greeting from the teahouse.

"Oh." A man dressed in a Taoist holding a teacup in one hand and supporting his cheek with the other hand, his voice sharply, "Isn't this Ruyi layman? I haven't seen him for a long time. Where are you busy?"

In contrast, his companions were much more upright and whispered: "Don't pay attention to him! Don't mention the word "Landist" and insulted the name of the layman for nothing! He was in the same spirit as the monster with the surname Feng, and he had a combination of nature and had a face left in Buddhism. He was as thick-skinned as the surname Feng!"

If one side does not change his expression, he walks by the two of them.

The man had deliberately spoken loudly before, just to see Ruyi embarrassed him. Seeing that his face was not red for a moment, he felt that he was being despised. He slapped the sword sheath inlaid with gems, and the sword body popped up, blocking Ruyi's way, and the sheath edge just brushed across Ruyi's waist.

If you look down at the sword, you will feel that it is a good sword.

...I feel wronged when I am compliant with this person.

"Hey, Monk Hua." The man said provocatively, "I'll keep your father filial piety."

Ruyi glanced at them coldly, and a sharp light swept across, causing the person who blocked the road to suddenly stuttering, and his hand holding the sword was almost unstable.

But he looked around and quickly realized the pros and cons: this person is a Buddhist and a well-known lay Buddhist, and he should not dare to take action in public.

Thinking of this, his arrogance rose three more points in vain and deliberately patted his chest: "Oh, it's so fierce, so scared. You..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly slapped on his face by a powerful and cold aura, and his body flew into the air, knocking down a tea table, and a clear and blue palm print quickly appeared on his face, as if he was slapped by an arhat.

Ru, once she took out a silver bag around her waist, took out a tael of silver, and patted it on the table: "Dr. Tea, pay for it."

The owner of the tea stall who lost money was hesitating whether to get angry. When the silver light shook, his heart suddenly disappeared. He laughed and wanted to come up and get it. He even politely greeted him: "There are too much, more."

The man who walked with the sarcastic man was shocked and angry, and slapped the table: "Bald donkey, how dare you-"

Before he could draw his sword, he was pressed down on the tea table with a simple and rough palm.

As a calm voice sounded: "It is true that the adoptive father is a monster, but you can write off the deep kindness of the past without any regard for it. You are also indestructible when you wait for your face. I am willing to give up the disadvantage."

The man struggled hard, but was shocked to find that under the suppression of his cultivation, he could not escape the palm of righteousness.

Ru rubbed his face against the rough tea table for several degrees while talking. After applying this face to the table, he smashed the man's head down, and a table broke through the middle.

Ru let go of her hand and bowed coldly to the dull boss Qingqing: "...Two tables, one tael of silver, are not a lot."

After saying that, the two men who cursed themselves regardless of the fact that they held the "image of sentient beings" and took the cat away.

Feng Rugu, who was lying on his shoulder and basking in the sun, opened one of his eyes.

His clear and blue eyes recorded the appearance of the two men and closed them lazily.

The two of them got up in a mess, their faces were bruised, red and white, and they were very lively.

When passers-by saw the tragic situation, they all laughed secretly.

The sharp throat consciously lost face, and the turbid air surged between his chest. He held the sword and wanted to fight him to the death: "Bald donkey! Don't leave! Stand for me-"

The next moment, his voice choked in his throat.

——He only pulled out one scabbard.

Surprised and horrified, he immediately turned the scabbard upside down to check the situation.

I saw that his cold iron sword that had been tempered for thousands of times had turned into a box of star sand and slipped out of the sheath like quicksand!

His pupils began to tremble, and he turned to another person, and showed him the sword box, which was so shocked that he lost his voice.

The other person was quite worried and hurriedly drew out his sword to watch.

His sword also melted all the dust in the sheath for no reason.

The two men's sword boxes were all filled with demonic energy, but they were so invisible that they were invisible.

But neither of them noticed it and only hated the skill of distracting the spirit. The bald donkey, who lost both of them, would have gone where they could escape.

As an innocent and pitiful kitten, Feng Rugu licked the tip of his claws that stretched out from the meat pad, looked at the sun, and tiredly yawned with sharp teeth and tongue, and rubbed his itchy ears on Ruyi's neck.

...

When visiting Qingliang Valley, do not do it rashly.

If one is a Buddhist, not a Taoist sect. If you just arrive at Qingliang Valley, you will hurry to find the master of Qingliang Valley. If you are witnessed, you will inevitably add a little bit of suspicion.

Therefore, he lived in a small town near Qingliang Valley, bought a prayer letter, and after writing it, he planned to present it the next day. After crossing Ming Road, he calmly took Feng to meet his close friends and relatives as usual.

The spring outside was chilly, and Feng Ruju was not satisfied with the heat of the inn. He stayed on Ruyi's body and put his claws on Ruyi's chest, while keeping warm, he stepped back and forth.

Ru, as soon as he was trampled into his heart with one claw, a frozen heart was trampled warmly: "...Entertainment Father."

Feng Rugu excitedly poked his head out of his slightly open monk's robe and looked opposite to him: "Meow!"

Ruyi shook her head and covered his ears, feeling the tip of his ears moving restlessly in his palms, his eyebrows slightly condensed, as if he had thought of something, but he didn't dare to completely determine whether the situation was what he thought, so he had to shut up and not speak for the time being.

However, you will come whatever you are afraid of.

When it was late at night, Feng Ruju had an unusual situation.

He was so itchy all over his body that he rubbed against the bed post for a long time but couldn't relieve it. He screamed in a sad voice, and then snuggled in the edge of a palm, biting his sleeve, and pulling it in aggrievedly.

...Wake up and look at me.

As early as when Feng Rugu was rubbing against the bed post, Ruyi woke up.

Feng Rugu secretly attacked the two rude Taoists today, which was beyond Ruyi's expectations.

...Unclearly, has Feng Rugu's body power filled up to this point?

What Ruyi can do is just erase the traces of demonic energy that he did not restrain when he took action.

The sudden activate force accelerated the growth of Feng Rugu's soul body, and he was living in the body of a cat. The result of his growth was to activate his little love intestine, causing him to suffer from the suffering of animals.

Ruyi first pretended not to be aware of it, because she wanted to leave him a little bit of thin air. Unexpectedly, Feng Ruguo acted coquettishly at him, causing his heart to be completely softened.

He turned over and sat up: "Entertainment Father, if you are really uncomfortable, please come out and I will find a way for you."

Feng Rugu felt uncomfortable, so he naturally became much more obedient and obedient.

He crawled out with his hands and feet, and the golden bell tied to his neck with a red thread shrank as his body shrank, hitting his collarbone, and the red line soaked in slightly sweat loosened and fell off. The golden bell fell on the pavement, rolling twice, making a tingling sound.

The soul has lost its body, but the remaining power still exists. Feng Ruoyuan curled up pitifully at the corner of the bed, staring at Ruyi with his eyes.

Ru Yi took off the monk's robe, took off his pants with his close-fitting clothes, and respectfully rolled the sleeves on both sides of the bed to level. Then he knelt on his knees, picked up the bell, tied it to his thin white ankle, and let the red line circle on the snow-white skin for a few times: "... The adoptive father has always liked this bell, don't lose it."

After saying that, he held Feng Rugu's knees, and his uncombed black hair fell down like clouds, blocking his red cheeks: "Entertainment Father, offend."

The fish plays between the lotus leaves, spinning around the green stems, occasionally touching the thorns, causing the flowers and leaves to tremble slightly and the lotus pearls to roll off.

Feng Rugu was wearing a pair of snow-white and thin silk stockings, and his arch was stretched out as a thread.

He couldn't bear it, and he grabbed Ruyi's long hair tightly, his whole body trembled, and the red lines on the ankle bones sounded.

Ruyi did not cry out for pain, nor did she dodge, and looked up at him with a clear look, as if he did this, completely out of admiration, but his eyes were filled with mist, and Feng Ruju in his sight was the immortal king in the clouds.

It was like the hands that were placed on my knees and the joints were crackling, which was like trying hard to restrain the demonic heart.

He repeatedly recited Feng Rugu's name in his heart, but his reason was still there. He knew that the person in front of him was his adoptive father, and he should respect him and make him feel comfortable and comfortable.

The lotus leaves finally tilted, and a stream of clear dew flowed into the water like a line, leaving only a few quilt spots, like bamboo moss marks, and the rest were swallowed by fish.

If you are holy and cold in your life, you will wipe away a trace of the corner of your mouth with your finger and lower your head to admit your mistake: "I offend you, I am offending you."

Feng Rugu curled up on the bed, bullied so much that he couldn't speak.

Ruyi didn't know if he was angry, and said uneasy for a moment, "I will visit Qingliang Valley tomorrow. Let's sleep here. I'll go to the outside room..."

Before he finished speaking, his sleeve was pulled by someone and he shook it like a show of weakness.

If one heart is immediately soft and unpleasant, he said "Yes", just wash and turn on the bed.

Feng Rugu did not have any disgust or resistance to him, and even naturally leaned his head in his arms.

The cold touch in my arms sounds like Ruyi is both sober and addicted.

He thought, is this the so-called dependence on one's life?
Chapter completed!