The skin on his body was peeled off, revealing bloody flesh and faint white bones.

Whoever sees it, spit out the food in their stomach!

Grandpa Chang only had those eyes intact, and his eyelids trembled slightly, with the slight sound of footsteps.

His silent fear and horror filled his eyeballs.

Curled up like a monster in a dark, damp basement.

"Huh."

The boy's chuckle rang out, and he reached out and scratched the knife mark on it lightly and heavily.

Grandpa Chang could only let out a terrible and hoarse cry from his throat.

Rong Yuan lowered his eyes.

The purple eyes are bewitching, and the original delicate and beautiful face has become ghostly.

Gorgeous thin lips slightly hooked.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

His eyes were cold.

"If you burn a piece of her fur, the main hall will let you return it several times!"

Rong Yuan was condescending.

There was a cold coldness in the purple eyes.

"Die, it's so cheap for you..."

The cruelty of the boy was known only to him.

When the little fox smelled a faint smell of blood.

A little confusing.

Pulling his clothes, she said softly: "A-Yuan's body smells of blood..."She tilted her head: "What did A-Yuan do?" ”

A smile welled up on Rong Yuan's lips.

"Nose so smart?"

He had bathed many times, and his clothes had already been burned.

Who knows, the little fox's nose still smells.

Slender fingers clawed.

He lowered his head and said in a lazy voice: "This hall killed a chicken for you." ”

Su Ci blinked.

"Aren't foxes chicken-loving?"

Rong Yuan had a smile in his voice.

The purple-eyed young man with elegant black hair was holding his little fox and teasing him carelessly.

"That's a weasel."

Su Ci protested.

Pursed his lips slightly: "And.."

She's not really a fox.

She's a money jar spirit.

Nevertheless.

But when the chicken broth is served.

The little fox still obediently ate it.

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Although the chicken soup is delicious, it is still not as good as yang.

The money jar spirit flipped through its belly and was touched.

When she looked at it with wet eyes, her face immediately turned red, and she said softly: "A-Yuan, what are you doing?" ”

The purple-eyed young man smiled: "It turns out that the belly of the fox is so easy to touch." ”

This voice is only narrow, not ambiguous.

But Su Ci felt shy.

Just wanted to get up, but was held down by Rong Yuan: "Let me touch it for a while." ”

Su Ci's long eyelashes drooped slightly: "No.. You can't touch it. ”

She curled her little claws.

"Why can't you touch it?" Rong Yuan knew that the little fox was shy, but he still teased.

Su Ci lowered his eyes and didn't look at people, so he could only say seriously in a good voice: "You just can't touch it, it's a hooligan." ”

The little fox took advantage of the young man's unpreparedness and curled up his body.

Nuo Qi said softly: "You are not allowed to touch it in the future." ”

Rong Yuan's lips flashed with a lazy smile: "So, except for the main hall, no one has touched it?" ”

Su Ci pursed her lips slightly.

She didn't want to talk about touching her belly.

But the purple-eyed young man's slender fingers followed the hair, and his voice was a little hoarse: "If you don't say it again, this hall will have to touch it for the second time." ”

The little fox's ears twitched slightly.

Nodding.

Rong Yuan was satisfied now.

The gorgeous thin lips are hooked, and the already delicate appearance is even more eye-catching.

Wait until the purple-eyed boy falls asleep.

Su Ci secretly went over at this time.

The little white fox stepped on its paws.

He looked down at the boy.

Tilting his head and thinking.

Is A-Yuan asleep?

Will it be like last time, grab the bag?

Su Ci decided to wait.