The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhaoyan was lying on the bed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, the discomfort in his body made him wait for a long time before slowly opening his eyes.

When he saw the black gauze over his head, he sat up suddenly from the bed and looked around.

Still the same as yesterday...

not dreaming...

He touched his neck nervously, it's great, it's not broken.

"Are you awake?" Seeing this, the waitress at the side hurried forward.

Hearing the voice in his ears, Zhao Yan turned his head to look over.

The other party is a girl, not very old, and she looks very cute, which makes Zhaoyan less defensive.

After hesitating again and again, in order to clarify his situation, Zhao Yan plucked up the courage to speak: "Can you tell me, what is this place?"

"This is the Cold Palace, and the place you are in now is His Majesty's bedroom."

Your Majesty?

Zhaoyan's mind suddenly flashed the face of the man who called himself "the deity" yesterday, and he shuddered.

"Your Majesty told me to take care of you." Seeing Zhaoyan fell silent, the girl continued, "If you have any doubts, just ask."

Zhaoyan clenched the quilt next to his hand, his tone was suspicious and uneasy: "Am I sold here?"

The girl smiled and shook her head: "I don't know much about this. I only know that when Your Majesty brought you back, you were lying in His arms, unconscious."

"Who are you?" Zhaoyan paused, "I want to ask, how did you come here, are you the same as me?"

"My name is Fengyue, and I am a maid in the Cold Palace. I am in charge of taking care of His Majesty's daily life." The girl said, "I have been in the Cold Palace since I was born, so I am different from you."

"It's different from me...you're a waitress..." Zhaoyan took a deep breath, recalling what Xiao Su said yesterday, and murmured, "He said, I'm a furnace..."

"That's right, your lord gave an order yesterday to let us take care of you like a furnace."

"I don't know what a furnace is." Zhaoyan said in confusion.

"As a furnace, how come you don't even know this?" Fengyue was surprised, but she still explained patiently, "The furnace is a magic weapon for cultivation, usually with a beautiful enough human body as a carrier, through the technique of double cultivation , to help those who picked the furnace to improve their cultivation. The higher the grade of the furnace, the stronger the effect."

Zhaoyan looked at his body in surprise, if he hadn't been very clear that he was a human being, seeing how serious Fengyue said, he would have almost thought that he was really a tool.

"Each time the cauldron is harvested, the energy will be lost once. Therefore, it needs high-quality elixir to make offerings so as not to lose its lifespan too quickly. However, Your Majesty said that your cauldron cavity is closed, and there is no gain effect for the time being."

Fengyue said, and took Zhaoyan's clothes from the side: "So please wash up as soon as possible, I have to take you to the medicine room later, and use the elixir to recuperate your body, so that you can serve the Lord as soon as possible."

Zhaoyan took the clothes that Fengyue handed over in a somewhat dull manner. He didn't quite understand what Fengyue said, but looking at the tunic with intricate patterns in his hand, his dull thoughts were finally opened.

Has he time-traveled?

It may be that they traveled to a certain era in ancient times, otherwise, the way everyone called others and the clothes they wore would be so strange...

"Who is the lord you are talking about?" Zhao Yan asked after pondering, "He looks very powerful."

In fact, he is very fierce, easy to get angry, moody, and like his father, he has a tendency to domestic violence.

"Your Majesty is indeed powerful. He is a demon cultivator. He has experienced 72 catastrophes, and now he has reached the Mahayana level." Fengyue said with a smile, "Nowadays, there are not many people in the entire world of cultivating immortals who can match him. Furnace cauldron, it is your honor!"

Tribulations, Immortal Cultivation, Furnace Cauldron, and that person's unimaginable power...

Time and space seem to be really messed up...

After a moment of delay, Zhao Yan grabbed the clothes in his hand, and his eyes slowly drooped: "You, you go out first, I will come when I change my clothes."

"Okay." Fengyue responded, "Call me if necessary, and I'll wait outside."

"Thank you." Zhaoyan nodded, and after Fengyue left, he took off his long-sleeved shirt and put it aside.

His body was thin, his body just grown up looked very young and slender, and he was somewhat malnourished.

His white back and abdomen are covered with bruises, marks from being kicked out, and red marks from bamboo branches and sticks that have not faded on his arms. These are all masterpieces of his father.

Father wasn't like that a long time ago.

But later, his father became addicted to gambling and lost all the money in the family.The mother couldn't stand the fact that the father didn't think about making progress, so she married a wealthy family and left him to live with his father.

Zhaoyan has a face very similar to his mother's, beautiful and clean, and when he smiles, there seem to be warm white pear blossoms blooming in the corners of his eyes and brows, the purer and more ironic.Father hated his appearance very much, and whenever he got drunk, he would grab Zhaoyan to vent his anger.

Zhaoyan is very obedient on weekdays, taking care of his father when he was drunk and unconscious, cooking and washing for him.When my father is sober, he still occasionally shows the image of a father, giving him sporadic care.

Zhao Yan has no mother, and because of this insignificant but extravagant warmth, he is attached to his father, thinking that when his father doesn't blame his mother, he won't blame him either.

His relationship with his father will definitely improve, it just needs to wait a little longer.

But his father is sober too rarely, even if Zhaoyan is well-behaved and sensible, even if Zhaoyan never argues with him, his father is never lenient when he strikes.

Now that he came to a completely unknown place, his father would definitely not miss him, or even care about his movements.

Thinking of this, Zhaoyan's expression gradually became silent.Lonely climbed up the brows, and the beautiful stars in his eyes also fell.

The clothes here are cumbersome, Zhao Yan tossed and tossed for a long time before he successfully put them on.

Moxiu's clothes are usually mainly black, as if to show Zhaoyan's special status, the clothes arranged for Zhaoyan are white.

The texture is silky and soft to the touch, Zhao Yan has never worn such fine clothes.

After he put on the white boots dotted with golden threads to outline cloud patterns for himself, he opened the door and said to Fengyue, "I'm done."

Fengyue heard the words, turned around and looked over, looked Zhaoyan up and down, and said with a smile: "It fits well, but the hair is a little short."

"Ah..." Zhaoyan stretched out his hand to touch the hair that was hanging on the top of his head obediently. He didn't know how to explain it, so he could only smile embarrassingly.

"The utensils for water are indoors." Fengyue said, entering the room to lead Zhaoyan.

After Zhaoyan finished grooming, Fengyue took him out of the palace and walked towards the medicine room.

"What are we going to do now?" Zhaoyan followed behind Fengyue, not daring to take a step too fast or a step behind, quite cautious.

"Your Majesty told me to prepare the pill for you." Fengyue replied, "But you are currently a mortal body with no spiritual power in your body, so you may not be able to resist the power of Kaiding Pill, so you have to go to the medicine pond to soak it after eating the pill. lest you get hurt."

Zhaoyan paused for a moment, then lowered his voice: "But I... am not a furnace..."

Fengyue: "Your Majesty said you are, and you are."

As soon as Zhaoyan heard the word "Zun Shang", all the words of resistance were suppressed in his heart, and he didn't dare to speak out.

During the conversation, the two were already standing at the door of the medicine room.

Fengyue pushed the door open and entered, a strong smell of medicine came to the nostrils, making people dizzy.

Zhaoyan wanted to reach out and cover her nose, but Fengyue, a girl, had a normal posture, and Zhaoyan couldn't show discomfort, so she forcibly endured it.

The interior of the medicine room is dark and dry, and the surrounding candles are brightly lit.

Passing through the stone wall lined with medicine bottles, the inside is the medicine pool.

Zhaoyan hadn't recovered from the smell that was penetrating into people's brains when he heard Fengyue say: "Take off your clothes."