The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhaoyan's joyful expression froze for an instant, his delicate brows furrowed slightly, and he was stunned for a while before he asked uncertainly, "Is what you said true?"

Xiao Su lowered his eyelids, and said in a casual tone, "This deity looks like he's joking?"

Zhaoyan swallowed, grunted his small Adam's apple, and shook his head.

Xiao Su stared at his fearful expression, and curled his lips in satisfaction.

"Can I not go..." Zhaoyan also felt that the other party was not lying, he slowly lowered his eyes, and said in a discussing tone, "I don't want...to do bad things."

"You are not qualified to say no in front of this deity."

Zhaoyan took a deep breath and nodded silently.

Xiao Su stretched out his hand to wrap the obedient Zhaoyan in his arms, while enjoying the light and pleasant-smelling pheromone from the opponent's neck, he put his hand on the opponent's flat abdomen, trying to find out the Taoism contained in the furnace.

Unfortunately, there is nothing in it.

Zhaoyan's body tensed immediately, and the skin on his neck felt Xiao Su's even breathing at close range, the exhaled breath was so hot, he felt that he was about to be burned.

"It's very fragrant." Xiao Su praised without hesitation, he puffed up the corners of his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, resisting the urge to try to bite the other party.

Zhaoyan knew nothing about it.

His thin back was forced to press against Xiao Su's chest, his eyelashes trembled uncomfortably because of embarrassment, and mist gradually appeared in his eyes, which were as beautiful and pure as amber.

"Why can you smell..." Zhao Yan didn't understand, "You're not an alpha, you don't even know what a gland is..."

After hearing this, Xiao Su was silent for a few seconds, and immediately tightened his arms holding Zhao Yan: "Which man's name are you calling?"

Zhaoyan was stunned for a moment: "Huh? I don't have a man's name."

The next second he reacted quickly: "Did you mean alpha? No, it's not a man's name. The kind of people in our house who can smell my scent and think it smells good are called alpha."

"Equal to the picker?" Xiao Su's tone became a little better.

Zhao Yan did not dare to argue with Xiao Su: "Well, it is equal to the picker."

Xiao Su was satisfied, he patted Zhaoyan's growling stomach lightly, got up from the bed: "Wash up and go have breakfast, as soon as possible."

Zhaoyan blushed embarrassingly.

His staple food yesterday was pastries, and he was full after eating, but his stomach always felt empty.

"Is it rice?" Zhao Yan had just finished asking expectantly, when his voice suddenly dropped. He didn't know what to think of, and suddenly apologized, "I'm sorry..."

"Huh?" Xiao Su frowned because of this inexplicable apology.

"I can't make demands." Zhaoyan unconsciously clenched the bed with his fingertips, ready to be scolded.

"If you want to have breakfast in the morning, I will let someone arrange it for you." Xiao Su looked at Zhaoyan's pitiful appearance and said.

After Zhaoyan heard his words, he raised his head abruptly.

"Can't you remember?" Xiao Su raised his lips, "You are the furnace of this deity, so this deity will not abuse you."

The corners of Zhaoyan's mouth slowly showed a gentle arc, and he said sincerely, "Thank you."

Xiao Su glanced away from his smiling face: "When you are practicing, you are stubborn, but your ability to seduce people is not shallow."

Zhao Yan's body froze: "?"

"It's a pity that this deity is not interested in touching a waste cauldron."

Zhaoyan: "..."

He didn't want Xiao Su to touch him at all.

Zhaoyan was very satisfied with the meal.

Although Xiao Su looked at him from the side, which made him very uncomfortable, he still ate two bowls in a row and wiped out all the dishes on the table.

While chewing the rice, he held the bowl and praised in a low voice: "It's delicious. Meat is rarely eaten in my family. Thank you for entertaining me like this."

And in the past, when he made money and bought meat, he would desperately put it in his father's bowl, and give his father all the best.

Xiao Su has not touched mortal dishes for many years, so he is not interested in them at all.

However, he stared playfully at Zhaoyan's shiny lips that were stained with oil for a long time, and mocked without malice: "What do you take to thank the deity, with your useless body?"

Zhaoyan pursed his lips, clenched the chopsticks in his hand, and pondered for a while: "It's not your body...can I do housework for you, clean the house you live in...I can also wash your clothes..."

Xiao Su smiled: "Since that's the case, you will take care of the deity's daily life from today on."

Zhao Yan nodded and made his words clear: "I will take care of you only after I eat your food."

When he escapes, he won't eat Xiao Su's food, so he doesn't have to take care of Xiao Su anymore.

Xiao Su was very dissatisfied with Zhaoyan's words, his eyes darkened instantly, Zhaoyan was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head to pick up the rice, almost buried his whole face in the bowl.

After breakfast, Zhaoyan hurried to the pharmacy, where Fengyue was already waiting.

"Come here and try." Fengyue couldn't wait to get up from her seat as soon as she saw him.

She opened her palm, revealing a pitch-black pill, and said excitedly: "I made it according to Kaiding's prescription last night, and it took a lot of my spiritual energy. Take it and let me see the effect."

Zhaoyan looked at the things in the opponent's hand for a while, nodded, reached out, took the pill from Fengyue's palm, and put it in his mouth.

He was about to chew, but unexpectedly, the pill with spiritual power slid down his esophagus and slipped in.

The discomfort in his throat made Zhaoyan cover his mouth and cough loudly, his whole face flushed red.

"Are you okay?!" Fengyue asked with concern, her eyes widened.

"No..." The voice was extremely hoarse, "It's okay... I choked..."

"I thought there was something wrong with the pill." Fengyue breathed a sigh of relief, "If I break the furnace of the Lord, he will definitely punish me."

She looked at Zhaoyan's drooping slender eyelashes, sighed, and continued: "Brother was punished by His Highness yesterday."

Zhaoyan froze: "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Fengyue saw Zhaoyan's nervousness, and smiled to reassure her: "It's okay, I know it's not you who are listening to my lord, after all, you followed me in the medicine room all day yesterday. But, now the whole Hanshan has spread the word."

"What are you passing on..." Zhaoyan raised his eyes to look at Fengyue, who was used to being unknown was suddenly pushed to the forefront, and the panic in his heart could not be concealed at all.

"Your Majesty dotes on your own furnace, even the big disciples he has favored for many years can't compare with it." Fengyue said truthfully, "It's just that Brother Zhexi has a high prestige in Hanshan, so you should pay more attention when you walk on the road in the future." .”

"Okay, I will, thank you."

"Is the pill I gave you effective yesterday?" Fengyue asked while pinching Zhaoyan's wrist to help him feel his pulse.

"...No." Zhaoyan looked at Fengyue's fingertips on his pulse, and shook his head.

"Your Majesty hasn't used you yet."

Zhaoyan choked, glanced uncomfortably: "No."

"You can try it tonight." Fengyue replied after deliberation, "This pill is suspended in your body and cannot be absorbed. It will work when you and the Supreme Master practice dual cultivation."

Zhaoyan's cheeks turned red all of a sudden.

It's so shameful.

He is a conservative omega, he would not be willing to hand over his body just after meeting a man a few times.

It's too small to help Xiao Su improve his cultivation. If he becomes pregnant, he will be involved in it all his life...