The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Xiao Su stared at Zhaoyan's tearful eyes for a long while, then stretched out his hand to comfort his wet hair just after taking a shower.

"It's not been a day or two since you've been stupid. There's nothing to cry about." The smile on Xiao Su's lips gradually withdrew, and he said seriously, "Did Zhe Mo and Zhe Yu scold you?"

"No..." Zhaoyan wiped away tears with his sleeve, choked and shook his head, "They didn't scold me..."

The flames between Xiao Su's eyebrows tended to flicker, the orange color mixed with an inexplicable black tone, which seemed to be a sign of impatience.

But abnormally, he didn't get angry. Instead, he spread a spell out of the room and ordered people to prepare meals for Zhaoyan.

"What do you want to eat?" Xiao Su lowered his eyes to look at the red-eyed Zhao Yan in his arms, "I asked someone to make it for you."

Zhaoyan froze, the tears on his face were not completely wiped off, he said in a daze, "Yes, do you want to feed me?"

"Yeah." Xiao Su rarely spoke to him in a normal tone, "Lu Ding, you look like you're hungry."

After getting an affirmative answer, Zhaoyan cried even harder. He firmly grasped Xiao Su's sleeve: "I want to eat, I'm so hungry...you can eat anything..."

"Okay." Xiao Su agreed, he caressed Zhao Yan's face, and while wiping away the teardrops on that little face with his thumb, he sighed, "Tsk, how pathetic."

Zhaoyan's lips trembled, he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Xiao Su's dark eyes were suddenly covered with dark clouds, and his face was gloomy like the sky before the rainstorm, which made people feel depressed.

However, when Zhaoyan raised his head, he returned to his normal expression, avoiding making the little thing cry.

The waiters quickly prepared the food and brought it over, including jade belt shrimp, red grilled shark's fin, Buddha jumping over the wall, crispy braised meat, cabbage in white sauce, stir-fried vegetables, and a wide variety of meat and vegetables.

Xiao Su put the rice in Zhao Yan's hands, and passed the chopsticks along the way: "Eat whatever you like."

Zhao Yan smelled the smell of food, and her beautiful almond eyes widened.

He held the bowl in his palm, looked at Xiao Su gratefully, his eyes turned red for some reason, "Thank you."

"Why does he look like he's about to cry again?" Xiao Su patted his thin back lightly, his behavior was quite pampering.

"Before, no one was so kind to me..." Zhao Yan hadn't eaten all day, and his stomach was hurting for a long time.He quickly stuffed a big mouthful of food into his mouth, and mumbled while chewing, crying, "Thank you...Thank you very much..."

"Okay?" Xiao Su raised his eyebrows and said frankly, "I treat you like this because you are my furnace."

After Zhao Yan heard this, he swallowed the food in his mouth, and carefully glanced at Xiao Su: "Then if I can't play the role of the stove...will you kill me?"

"You are useless, what do I want you to do?" Xiao Su's eyes were full of amusement, "Would you like to watch?"

Zhaoyan pondered for a while, and his tightly pursed lips pulled out a grievance and pitiful arc: "Can you not kill me..."

"No." Xiao Su refused.

"I can clean the house for you, and I will listen to what you say in the future..."

"Eat yours." Xiao Su didn't want to linger on this topic, and pointed his index finger at the table, his handsome facial contours looked particularly three-dimensional and profound under the candlelight in the room.

Zhaoyan immediately shut his mouth obediently, lowered his head deeply, and poured food into his mouth mouthful after mouthful.

Eating hastily and quickly, as if it were his last supper.

Xiao Su watched the movement of his bulging cheeks, thought it was quite interesting, and even reached out to touch it.

Zhaoyan didn't know why, and turned his head to glance at him.

Xiao Su simply fixed his head with one hand, and kissed Yu Zhaoyan's soft face forcefully.

"Soft." Xiao Su commented.

Zhaoyan's cheeks suddenly turned red, and the tips of his small ears seemed to be bleeding.The appearance is stiff and shy, like a small animal being loved for the first time, timid and a little embarrassed in his heart.

Xiao Su obviously felt that the other party's vigilance towards him was lowered, and the smile in his eyes gradually became stronger: "A meal, why are you so moved?"

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes, not knowing why Xiao Su suddenly made such a remark, but he still answered seriously: "I am touched, the food is delicious."

The anger in Xiao Su's eyes was fleeting: "This is the food from the Cold Food Hall, the same cook."

Zhaoyan didn't understand the temptation in his words, and just nodded silently.

This meal is said to be very safe to eat, there is no need to worry about bugs being added to the meal, even if the whole bedroom is so quiet that only the sound of his chopsticks hitting the porcelain bowl is left, there is no need to worry about someone saying that he disturbed the cleanliness.

He swept away most of the food on the table, and when he was leaning against Xiao Su's arms to burp, Xiao Su put his hand on his swollen belly again, touched it a few times, and said with a smile: "Lu Ding, you know you What is it like now?"

Zhaoyan blinked his eyes in bewilderment, probably because he was too full to think about it for a while: "...what..."

"Frog." Xiao Su pinched his soft abdomen, and he clearly felt a small raised arc in his palm, "The limbs are slender, the belly is like a ball, very ugly."

Zhaoyan was amused by him, and dodged in his arms to avoid the hand that tickled him: "It's not very similar, I just ate a little more."

"A little?" Xiao Su looked into his smiling eyes, "Take a good look at the plates on the table, how many are empty?"

Zhaoyan glanced at it, his eye feathers trembled slightly, and mumbled, "I can't, it's a waste..."

In fact, he was full very early, but meat dishes are very expensive, and Zhao Yan, who seldom eats these delicacies from mountains and seas, is reluctant to waste them.

Later, I couldn't hold it anymore, so I put down my chopsticks.

Seeing that Zhaoyan was in a much better mood, Xiao Su patted Zhaoyan's flat buttocks that were crushed by all the weight of his body: "Get up, this deity has to deal with something."

Zhaoyan quickly stood up and said in a panic, "You want to go?"

"What kind of expression do you have, you don't want to part with it?" Xiao Su left his seat and said with a light smile, "It's quite rare."

Zhaoyan glanced away, and slightly clutched the sleeve of the robe at hand with both hands. The unexplainable emotion in his heart made him unable to tell what it was for a moment, but before his mind started to turn, he heard his own voice first: " I want to be with you, together."

Xiao Su turned to face the furnace, black mist appeared in his dark eyes, the meaning was unclear.

However, under Zhao Yan's gaze, the hostility and gloom between his eyebrows in the past seemed to have faded a little.

He sneered, pinched Zhaoyan's chin with one hand, and said seriously: "I don't need your company. Instead of flattering me this time, it's better to lie down obediently and let me pick you up. Except for your little role, other deities are not rare at all. .”

Zhaoyan's face was restrained by him, unable to move.

He stared at Xiao Su in a daze, the fear in his heart turned into transparent mist, slowly emerging in his eyes.

"You can try..." Zhao Yan got ready while taking a bath, "But you will be disappointed... I am not a stove, and medicine can't open the cavity..."

"Before that, can I ask you one thing..." Zhao Yan continued, "I'm useless because I'm useless, and it has nothing to do with Fengyue's medicine..."

"At that time, can you just punish me and don't hurt Fengyue..."

This time it was Xiao Su's turn to be shocked.

But he only hesitated for a moment, then pulled Zhaoyan into his arms, bit his lips hard, rubbed his back vigorously, pinched his waist, almost wanted to crush Zhaoyan and embedded him in his embrace.

Zhaoyan didn't reach out to push him.

When Xiao Su hugged him unpreparedly, he didn't refuse.

When the belt was ripped apart randomly, he did not refuse.

When Xiao Su's kiss fell on his neck violently and violently, he still did not refuse.

Zhao Yan clenched the bed under his hands, and slowly closed his eyes in Xiao Su's burning chest.

Xiao Su will find out sooner or later.

He is not a furnace...

Zhaoyan buried his face in the crook of his arms in fear, and bit his own arm hard to prevent himself from whimpering.

But an omega is an omega after all, even if there is no love, under such circumstances, his pheromones are still uncontrollably emitted from the glands, and he naturally hugs and hugs the demon who is not an alpha.

The peach-like sweet and greasy breath seemed to still be juicy, sticking wetly on Xiao Su's lips kissing Zhao Yan's glands.

It seems to be tasteless.

It seems to be sweet again.

Day two.

Zhaoyan slowly raised his heavy eyelids, and the blurred vision gradually recovered after he blinked a few times.

But at the same time, the handsome face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes really shocked Zhaoyan for a long time without saying a word.

"woke up?"

Xiao Su's eyes also reflected Zhaoyan's exquisite little face. He pulled Zhaoyan from the bed into his arms, stretched out his hand to probe the other's head, and made sure that the temperature was normal, and then he sniffed at Zhaoyan's neck with confidence. The smell of residual pheromones.

Zhaoyan was so tired that he couldn't move yet, and lay on the opponent's chest in a weak state, and said "um" in a hoarse voice.

Not long after he seemed to think of something, he suddenly woke up, his eyes full of fear: "Do you remember what I told you yesterday?"

Xiao Su looked down at him lazily: "What's the matter?"

"I don't have the function of a cauldron..." Zhao Yan's voice was full of pleading, "Don't kill Fengyue, it has nothing to do with her..."

"Lu Ding, you don't know anything about yourself." Xiao Su raised his lips and smiled, the little flame burned between his brows like life, and the wildness and unruly lingering in the fire burned more and more intensely. Not even the sun shining through the windows could compete with it.

"What, what?" Zhaoyan didn't understand, he swallowed, and there was a stabbing pain in his throat.

It should be that I cried too much last night and hurt my throat...

"The medicine of Fengyue was indeed absorbed by you under the spiritual power of this deity." Xiao Su's hand fell on Zhaoyan's flat lower abdomen, "She is not useless, so this deity will not touch her naturally."

"What do you mean..." Zhao Yan's eyes widened slightly, he was not a furnace, how could he absorb the effects of the medicine?

Xiao Su did have doubts.

He poked Zhaoyan's stomach, and the skin between his fingers was slightly sunken due to his pressure: "Yesterday, the deity did open your tripod cavity, but the inside was empty, and there was no sign of any spiritual power. Why is that? ?”

Zhaoyan was blinded by what he said, and tried hard to hold back the tears, so as not to let herself cry.

why...

Because it was not the tripod cavity that was forcibly opened by Xiao Su, but his genital cavity...