The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhe Yu stood on the spot and watched Zhe Mo go away, his pupils trembled slightly, but he didn't take a step to chase after him.

The noon wind in the forest was slightly intoxicating, and the temperature brought by the blowing over the face made people's eyes dry, so it was impossible to look directly at the back of that person.

The disciples have been cultivating in place for more than an hour, and Zhe Mo and Zhe Xi still haven't come back.

They looked in the direction of the bamboo forest for a long time, but there was still no one, so they relaxed one by one after a while.

Zhaoyan didn't stop.

It is true that I feel unwell today, my hands and feet are heavy, my waist is sore and my back hurts.But for some reason, there seems to be a feeling of gathering energy.

The inhaled air didn't pass through the lungs before running out as it did yesterday, but stayed in the abdomen.At that moment of staying, the body suddenly felt energetic, and the whole person came alive.

"It's amazing..." Zhaoyan took a deep breath and looked at his stomach curiously. He didn't understand what was going on...

"Hey."

Zhaoyan's thoughts were interrupted by a voice that suddenly rang in his ears, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Yesterday's disciple who played tricks on Zhaoyan stopped in front of Zhaoyan, followed by several fellow disciples, all of them were tall, with evil spirits on their faces.

Zhaoyan hurriedly backed away, until he leaned against a tree with his back, and there was no way to retreat, so he stopped his dodging steps.

His beautiful eyes were filled with fear and vigilance, and at the same time, they were covered with a layer of transparent mist.

"You...what are you going to do..." His voice was trembling, and he didn't dare to breathe harder.

"You are a respected person, we dare to do something to you." That's what he said, but the disciple looked at Zhaoyan's trembling appearance, and his arrogance grew stronger.

After bullying Zhaoyan like yesterday, there was no movement from Mozun's side, which made the disciples think that the cauldron in front of them had no place in Mozun's heart.

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes slowly, not answering.

"Don't be fooled, we are all from the same sect." The disciple continued, "Seeing that you are walking unsteadily today, and you have been angry for so long, we feel that you are working hard, do you need some help?"

"No, no need." Zhaoyan shook his head, afraid that they would suddenly reach out and touch him, trying to reduce the size of his body.

"Why don't you need it?" The disciple turned his head to look in the direction of the bamboo forest, made sure that Zhe Mo and Zhe Yu were not there, and winked at the people around him.

The people around gradually approached Zhaoyan, and amidst their chaotic steps, the disciple continued: "We have heard that you are a furnace, and your body is weak. The master also said just now that your physique is different from ours.

But we have practiced so far, staying in this cold mountain all day, and rarely have the opportunity to go out to see the outside world.So I was quite curious about what kind of body the furnace gave birth to, to carry the aura that everyone in the world dreamed of.How about you do me a favor and let us open our eyes? "

"I don't!" Zhaoyan was frightened by these words, and big tears welled up in his almond eyes, and the black-clothed disciples who were getting closer and closer to him, all showing bad looks, gave He had a very foreboding feeling.

"Don't be so stingy, look at you and you won't lose a piece of meat." The disciples said, raising their hands to catch Zhaoyan who turned around and wanted to run.

But before their raised hands touched Zhaoyan's arm, a strong evil spirit emerged from nowhere. When they realized it, their chests had already been hit by this powerful evil spirit, and their bodies fell backwards. Tens of meters away, bright red blood continuously overflowed from his mouth as he fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty, it's Your Majesty!" The disciples standing in the line watching the opera opened their eyes wide in fear, and hurriedly knelt down to salute.

Zhaoyan turned his head abruptly, and at the moment when he caught a glimpse of Xiao Su's figure suddenly appearing in front of him, he couldn't understand what was going on in his heart for a while, and cried even harder.

His moist face was pitiful, his nose was flushed, but his lips had faded from the panic just now, revealing a fragile paleness.

Xiao Su pulled Zhaoyan into his arms, and wiped away his tears with his hand. His voice was somber as if he was a ghost from hell, "You all think that this deity does not exist? Are you blatantly insulting this deity under the eyes of this deity?" People, are you tired of living?!"

The few disciples who had been injured before saw Xiao Su, endured the severe pain in their bodies, straightened up from the ground with all their might, crawled up to Xiao Su like a dog, and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we know we were wrong...we are just together He was joking..."

"Just kidding." The haze in Xiao Su's eyes was too thick, and even his aura was extremely suppressed.It was clear that the sky was clear at this moment, but there was a sense of suffocation that was about to blow with strong winds and dark clouds.

"How about I make a joke with you too?" Xiao Su spread out his palms, and flames shot out from the black spell, burning blazingly, "I see that the disciples have not been eating well recently, and there are bugs crawling in the steamed buns, it's disgusting The quantity is not enough, and there is not even a little extra for the furnace of the deity. So the deity is very kind, and I specially give you an extra meal."

As soon as these words came out, not only the expressions of the kneeling disciples suddenly changed, but even the people standing beside them began to tremble.

"Your Majesty, we were wrong, please forgive me..." The disciple who was extremely arrogant a moment ago stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Su's black boots with tears running down his cheeks.

A warm yellow liquid flowed down between his black trouser legs, and when it wet the ground, it gave off an unpleasant fishy smell.

Xiao Su frowned in distaste, and pinched his Tianling Gai, the flames began to rise from the disciple's hair, and the burning smell was strong and dirty.

The disciple uttered a scream, and then his face, neck, and shoulders were ignited successively, and the heat wave was rolling.

The rest of the injured disciples begged for mercy even louder. They kowtowed desperately in Xiao Su's direction. Seeing that Xiao Su didn't respond, they stretched out their hands to pull Zhaoyan's trouser legs: "We were infatuated for a while, please forgive us, please forgive me!" us……"

When Zhaoyan's ankle was grabbed, he was so frightened that he trembled in Xiao Su's arms unexpectedly.

Xiao Su became more angry because of this, split their bodies with his palm, and stopped all the noise in an instant.

The body of the dead person spontaneously ignited in front of the disciples, and after a certain degree of burning, the flames disappeared little by little.

The burnt smell of the clothes mixed with the smell of cooked meat steamed up with the rising heat.

All the disciples looked at Xiao Su in a daze, some of their unsteady legs were already weak, and they knelt down on the ground.

"Your dinner." Xiao Su's eyes welled up with evil spirits, "Eat them now, not a single bone is left."

Zhao Yan thought he heard it wrong, and raised his head in Xiao Su's arms in horror, his wet eyelashes were sticky with tears.

"The furnace of the deity was bullied outside, and these people were onlookers." Xiao Su reached out and rubbed his hair gently, "Didn't anyone tell them that there is a price to pay for going to the theater? "

"No, don't..." Zhaoyan cried, "I don't want to kill them, as long as I don't come to practice in the future..."

"What are you doing in a daze, take your reward!" Xiao Su habitually ignored Zhao Yan's pleading, and kicked the corpse at his feet towards everyone.

Zhe Mo and Zhe Yu came in response to Xiao Su's evil spirit. They saw the Demon Lord, and before they had time to kneel down and salute, they heard Xiao Su say: "You two accept disciples but don't strictly guard them, and let them do whatever they want. Dereliction of duty. Punishment to kneel on the ice for one night, and thirty whips in the execution room."

Zhe Mo knelt down on one knee, with a respectful attitude: "The disciple accepts the punishment."

Zhe Yu stood there for a while, but he didn't understand the reason. Seeing Zhe Mo kneel down, he also knelt down panting, "Punishment."

Xiao Su glanced at them coldly, and disappeared in place with Zhao Yan.

The suppressed aura disappeared, but everyone dared not speak out, and the whole Hanshan was as silent as death.

Cold Mountain Cave.

Zhaoyan stood in front of Xiao Su, with his head bowed and his fingers twisted together. Facing Xiao Su's questioning, he murmured for a while, but he didn't say a word.

Xiao Su sat cross-legged, with his hands on his knees, the evil energy around his body circulated, and his hair fluttered slightly.

"The deity is very annoyed," he said.

Zhaoyan paused, then nodded slowly: "I...know..."

From Zhao Yan's point of view, Xiao Su was annoyed every day.

Although he didn't know the specific reasons for Xiao Su's anger, he knew that most of them were caused by himself.

"I don't know what's good or bad!" Xiao Su, who was planning to enter samadhi, raised his voice and cursed after learning the other party's answer.

Zhaoyan's shoulders shrank from being scolded by him, the corners of his lips twitched in grievance, his eyes were already wet: "Why, you scold me..."

Xiao Su's heart was agitated, and he couldn't concentrate after trying for a long time, so he simply stood up and approached Zhaoyan step by step, grabbed the opponent's collar, and said viciously: "It's hard to tell the truth to me?"

"Or are you questioning that this deity can't make decisions for you? A useless furnace, what is it, is worthy of this deity hiding in the back mountain for more than an hour, just to see why you don't want to practice!"

Normally at this time, Zhaoyan would cry when he scolded him at such close range.

But after hearing what the other person said, his originally red eye circles stopped accumulating tears, and he opened his mouth in shock: "You...look at me..."

"The movements are ugly," Xiao Su said with a sullen face, "it's unsightly."

"Thank you, thank you." Zhaoyan said, a grateful smile penetrated into his eyes, and bursts of warmth appeared in his heart.

Xiao Su's hand holding his collar froze for a moment, and then unceremoniously loosened his restraint: "Abscess."

Perplexed, he added another sentence: "Trash."

His handsome face and tall body were reflected in Zhaoyan's eyes, Mozun's eyes were as dark as before, but the anger had obviously subsided, and it seemed that he was not so fierce...

"Since you're not feeling well, stop practicing today and tomorrow." It's not that Xiao Su didn't see Zhao Yan's pale face, he dropped these words and sat back on the stone seat, intending to enter meditation for the second time to recuperate the evil spirit lingering in his body .

Zhao Yan was very happy, and even wanted to share with Xiao Su the results of his Qi gathering today, it can be seen that Xiao Su had closed his eyes and lost the courage to speak.

He obediently wiped away his tears, found a seat beside Xiao Su, and sat down to rest.

The tragic situation of those people just now lingers in my mind.

Zhaoyan didn't want to think about it anymore, so he opened his big eyes and looked at the scenery around him to divert his attention.

The cave gradually became quiet, and the familiar sound of water drops sounded beside the spring that Xiao Su suppressed him before, tick tock, clear and pleasant.

After a long time, Xiao Su's evil spirit circled around his body, and was about to finish, when the hand on his lap was suddenly lightly touched by someone.

He frowned, and opened his eyes impatiently, only to see the little thing who fell asleep at some time and fell on his lap because he couldn't sit still, breathing evenly, and his eyebrows were extraordinarily quiet.

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