The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"I won't take it off..." Zhaoyan summoned up the courage to shake his head, lowered his eyes and said, "I can't take it off..."

"Because you don't want to be the furnace of this deity?" Xiao Su's tone became more serious.

Zhaoyan hesitated for a while, and then spoke with difficulty after deliberation: "No, I didn't want to refuse... It's just that we just met, a little too soon..."

"Quick?" Xiao Su sneered, he raised Zhao Yan's chin, his eyes were contemptuous, "What kind of love game are you playing with you as the deity, and you still need time to cultivate the relationship?"

Zhaoyan looked at his dark pupils, and said in a firm yet gentle voice, "But in my opinion, this kind of thing can only be done with the closest people."

"But in the deity's cognition, the furnace doesn't need to have an idea, it just needs to lie down for the picker to pick."

Xiao Su rubbed the soft skin on Zhaoyan's chin with his fingertips, changed his previous tone, and played with taste: "Could it be that you want to cultivate feelings with this deity?"

"Ah?" Zhaoyan was startled by this sentence, he couldn't stand and took a few steps back, shaking his head quickly, "No, no, I have no plan to be with you..."

In the middle of speaking, facing Xiao Su's cold expression for some reason, Zhao Yan was timid, and immediately shut his mouth honestly, standing where he was and did not speak again.

"Idiot." Xiao Su let go of Zhaoyan, waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

Zhaoyan could see that he was unhappy, although he was confused about the whereabouts of the two, he could only follow behind Xiao Su and did not dare to ask more questions.

It wasn't until the two entered a nearby inn that Zhao Yan saw that Xiao Su's face was no longer as serious as before, so he said timidly: "You killed someone, why did you stay here? In case someone troubles you, what to do?"

"Are you worried about the safety of this deity?" Xiao Su finally showed a smile on his lips.

"En." Zhaoyan nodded.

Xiao Su: "Although your worries are superfluous, this deity reluctantly accepts them."

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes: "...but I'm really worried..."

Sitting on the stool in front of the table, Xiao Su pushed the food brought by Xiao Er towards Zhao Yan: "I have someone I really want to see, and only when he is there, everything will be interesting."

"It turns out that you also have someone you're looking forward to meeting." Surprised, Zhao Yan hurried over to pull out the stool under the table, and when he was about to sit down opposite Xiao Su, his body was suddenly pulled by an arm, and immediately his whole body He fell to Xiao Su's chest.

"Ah!" Zhaoyan didn't pay attention, and exclaimed in shock.

Xiao Su took advantage of the situation to hug him and sat on his lap, Zhao Yan pressed his leg and was about to stand up, but his waist was tightly restrained by the other party.

"You move again, and this deity will cut off your waist right now." Xiao Su didn't emphasize his tone, but his voice was full of threats.

Zhaoyan froze in place, stared at Xiao Su's handsome but terrifying face for a long time, and shifted his eyes in compromise.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked with a glimmer of hope, "Do you have someone you look forward to meeting, is it someone you like?"

If you have someone you like, can you not tie him to your side...

"Like it?" Xiao Su mocked disdainfully, "Vulgar."

"If you don't like it, why do you want to meet..." Zhao Yan didn't understand.

"Lu Ding, a person's life is a very boring thing." Xiao Su kindly handed the chopsticks into Zhao Yan's hands, "If some interesting things don't happen to add to the fun, how will I know that I am still alive?"

Hearing what he said, Zhaoyan opened his eyes slightly, clenched the chopsticks in his hand, lowered his head and said, "I know, because there is something hopeful, so I am alive."

Xiao Su raised his eyelids, looked meaningfully at the beautiful little thing curled up in his arms, and said softly, "Let's talk about it."

Zhao Yan thought Xiao Su was mocking him, and his long eyelashes drooped even lower in discomfort.

He opened his mouth slowly, with a stubborn voice: "I just know. Thinking that one day they will come, here..."

Zhaoyan said, raised his hand, and tapped his chest lightly with his fingertips: "The heartbeat will suddenly become very fast, and the body will become very hot. At that time, I felt that my life was fresh, and the world also had color."

Following Zhaoyan's actions, Xiao Su's gaze landed on his chest, as if penetrating the other's clothes and falling on Zhaoyan's deeply hidden scar.

Because of these words, he once again began to look at the little thing in front of him.

The face is exquisite, the figure is thin, the skin is delicate, and the complexion is snow-white.He is not tall, and his back is not happy to be straight. Now sitting on his lap, he can't wait to shrink his body so that no one can see him.

A pair of almond eyes are extremely beautiful, but the eyelids are always lowered, habitually firmly covering her beauty.

Xiao Su couldn't imagine that such a low self-esteem and introverted little creature would have something to pursue persistently.

"What are you expecting?" Xiao Su looked back and asked.

Zhao Yan pursed his lips: "I don't want to tell you, you'll just laugh at me."

"Heh." Xiao Su really laughed out loud, "That's right, what kind of ambition can you have, you are just a furnace."

"..."

"Oh, one more thing, don't want to be abused?" Xiao Su guessed.

Zhao Yan's body froze, his plump lips gradually closed, and he stopped answering.

Xiao Su caught a glimpse of the corners of the other party's eyes that started to turn red at some point, his breathing tightened, and he changed the subject helplessly: "Forget it, let's eat."

"Thank you." Zhaoyan thanked the other party for not asking. He held the rice bowl in his palm and stuffed it into his mouth one after another.

After a while, he sat on Xiao Su's lap, moved his buttocks, and said in a low voice, "Can I sit on the stool?"

Xiao Su's eyes darkened: "This deity's legs are not as soft as a stool?"

"No." Zhaoyan shook his head, "It's just that I'm not used to it."

"Then sit a few more times and get used to it." Xiao Su smiled, Zhao Yan couldn't tell whether it was a joke or a tease.

"You don't like me, why do you want to be intimate with me." Zhaoyan swallowed the rice in his mouth, and asked puzzledly, "Although I have never been in a relationship, I understand that only lovers will do this."

Xu was thinking about the meaning of the unfamiliar word "falling in love", and it took several seconds for Xiao Su to answer: "You are different."

Zhaoyan stopped eating, and focused on looking at Xiao Su.The other party's words made him very nervous, so he asked in an unsteady voice: "What's different..."

"You are the furnace of the deity." Xiao Su said, brushing Zhaoyan's glands with his fingertips, so that Zhaoyan shrank his neck reflexively to avoid it.

"Your tripod incense belongs to this deity, and the Taoism in your body also belongs to this deity." Xiao Su grinned, his dark eyes shining brightly under the candlelight, "You have the privilege of being close to this deity, and this deity will allow you near."

Zhao Yan tilted his head, his eyes fell on Xiao Su's face, and when he caught off guard into the other's deep eyes, he turned his gaze away again as if to avoid it.

She looked like a harmless and well-behaved rabbit, the shyness in her eyes and the imperceptible stubbornness of wanting to resist were all snooped out by Xiao Su while hiding.

Xiao Su's eyes darkened uncontrollably, and he stroked all the food on the table with one hand, the porcelain fell to the ground, and the soup spilled everywhere, creating a mess.

He suppressed Zhaoyan who was frightened by his actions on the table, and tore off the demon's human face, revealing his maddened and demonic nature.

Evil energy surged in all directions, permeating the entire room, turbulent and violent.

Staring at Xiao Su's reddened eyes, Zhaoyan's breath stagnates, and then his consciousness seems to be controlled, his vision is chaotic, the surrounding objects gradually disappear, and in the space covered by the black mist, there is only a faint scent of sandalwood left It was pulling his sense of smell, this smell was not pheromone, but it instantly aroused the omega's instinct to be close to alpha.

Zhao Yan opened his mouth slightly and groaned, his slender hands tightly clutching Xiao Su's sleeves, his eyelashes trembling fragilely.