The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"What?" Zhaoyan thought he had heard wrong, and his beautiful eyes widened suddenly.

"If your lord sees you wearing clothes into the medicine pool, he will be very angry." Fengyue explained, "there are thousands of medicinal herbs mixed in the medicine pool, and the medicinal properties are maintained by the lord's spiritual power. It is hard to find a drop in the world of cultivating immortals. How can the clothes that cover the body be ruined?"

Zhaoyan stretched out his hand to cover his belt, hesitated for a while, and then nodded in embarrassment: "Okay."

But he stood there and waited for a long time, but Fengyue never left.

Zhaoyan blushed suddenly: "You, don't you need to avoid it?"

"You just go in, I won't look at you." Fengyue replied with a smile, "Your Majesty's furnace, I dare not be frivolous."

Hearing this, Zhao Yan's gaze fell on his belt, and the tips of his ears protruding from his hair were pinkishly pink: "...I'm just afraid that I'll belittle you..."

"Really? That's not what you said to the deity yesterday."

At the same time as the deep voice sounded, a black spell appeared behind Zhaoyan, and before people had time to see the complicated patterns on it, it turned into a mass of scattered black mist.

Walking out of the fog was Xiao Su's figure.

Hearing Xiao Su's voice, Zhao Yan couldn't stop staggering when he turned around in fright, nearly falling down.

"See Your Majesty." Seeing Xiao Su, Fengyue quickly restrained her smile just now, knelt down and saluted respectfully.

"Have you fed Kaiding Pill to him?" Xiao Su looked at Zhaoyan's pale face playfully and asked.

"The subordinates are waiting for the cauldron to enter the pool, so they dare not feed medicine easily." Fengyue replied.

"En." Xiao Su spread out his left hand, Fengyue immediately got up and put the medicine bottle in Xiao Su's palm.

"Get back." Xiao Su held the medicine bottle, poured out a golden Cauldron Pill from it, and pinched it between his fingers.

"Yes, this subordinate will leave." Fengyue got the order, stood up with her eyes downcast, took three steps back, then raised her eyes and turned to leave.

As soon as she left, the atmosphere in the room quickly froze.

A layer of mist quickly appeared in Zhaoyan's eyes, like a father hiding at home when he was angry, he kept backing away.

His thin body trembled, and he pursed his lips tightly trying to hold back the tears, but when he spoke, he couldn't help crying: "Don't hit me..."

Seeing his frightened appearance, Xiao Su frowned: "Why are you so afraid of me?"

Zhaoyan raised his hand to wipe away his tears: "Because I made you angry."

"Oh?" When Xiao Su heard the pleasant words, a smile appeared in his eyes without hesitation.He approached Zhaoyan step by step, and the evil spirit around him tended to diminish.

He bent down slightly, and brought his face close to Zhaoyan's, so close with an ambiguous distance that Zhaoyan's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

"Tell me, why am I angry?" Xiao Su absolutely suppressed Zhaoyan in his aura, and his tall figure made Zhaoyan, who was shrouded in the shadow, extraordinarily thin.

"I won't let you touch me." Zhao Yan quickly recalled the hand he withdrew from Xiao Su yesterday, and his reaction to admitting his mistake was extremely quick.

Xiao Su's deep laughter came to Zhao Yan's ears: "I know I'm wrong, do you still need me to teach you how to do it?"

Zhaoyan widened his eyes slightly, lowered his head in horror, and stopped talking.

Xiao Su changed his face in an instant, and grabbed Zhaoyan's collar to pull his thin body closer to him: "Even if you test my patience, I can't guarantee it, and I will definitely keep your life."

Zhaoyan's heart sank, and his body seemed to start to ache again, and the place touched by the Demon Lord began to feel a tingling burning sensation through a layer of clothing.

The invisible fire burned more and more intensely in Zhaoyan's silence. Zhaoyan's body convulsed because he couldn't bear it, and his trembling vocal cords made a broken voice: "Know, know...I know what to do...you want me, go to the medicine The pool...soaked..."

"Tsk." Xiao Su pursed his lips and loosened the restraint on Zhaoyan, "If I treat you like this, you will be more obedient, cheap or not."

Zhaoyan fell to the ground, wiped away the tears from his face indiscriminately, hurriedly tore off his belt with trembling hands, and took off all the clothes he had just put on not long ago.

Afterwards, he got up from the ground, walked to the medicine pool and walked in slowly.

"Not very pretty." Xiao Su, who was watching from the side, ignored Zhao Yan's discomfort, and commented, "Your body."

Zhaoyan froze for a moment, bowed his head and remained silent for several seconds before continuing to walk down.

It wasn't until the potion covered his neck and covered all the skin with scars that the sense of security gradually returned to his body.

Xiao Su hooked his hands at him, and Zhao Yan stepped forward, lying on the edge of the pool, looking up and waiting for the other party's next instruction.

Xiao Su lowered his eyes to meet Shang Zhaoyan's obedient gaze, and smiled with his lips curled up.

He pinched Zhaoyan's cheek, and before Zhaoyan could react, he stuffed the elixir between his fingers into Zhaoyan's mouth: "Swallow it."

Zhaoyan nodded, and swallowed Kaiding Dan with a "grunt" of his small Adam's apple.

Seeing this, Xiao Su casually tore off his black tunic robe, revealing his vigorous and vigorous body that had cultivated for thousands of years in the mortal world.

Like a cheetah, with oppression and a kingly aura, a tall and perfect body.

"It might hurt for a while, so don't yell too loudly."

While speaking, Xiao Su had already come behind Zhao Yan in a daze, with his powerful arms bent under the potion, encircling Zhao Yan's slender waist.

The moment his back was pressed against the opponent's hot chest, Zhao Yan's heart suddenly constricted: "You, what are you going to do?"

Xiao Su picked up his chin from behind, and gently stroked the soft and smooth skin here: "Of course, develop my furnace."

Zhaoyan's eyes widened suddenly, and he wanted to turn his head to look at Xiao Su, but the pain that shot up in his body made him suddenly lose the strength to speak, and he collapsed directly into Xiao Su's arms.

Kai Ding Dan forcibly dug a gap in his body to explore the cavity of the furnace that carries the spiritual power.

Ke Zhaoyan is not a magic weapon, and his body is not a carrier of spiritual power.His body and spirit are one, where is the opening for the pill to pass through?

Only when the flesh is torn apart can it contribute to the advancement of the pill.

The blood on Zhaoyan's face faded, he covered his stomach, and knit his brows together.

Did someone cut open his belly, turn it inside out with a knife...

Cracked, the body seems to be cracked...

But because he kept Xiao Su's words in mind, he didn't dare to open his mouth to cry out the pain, so blood gradually oozes from his clenched teeth, running down the corners of his lips.

Xiao Su hugged his exhausted body tightly, put his hands on Zhaoyan's thin back, poured spiritual power into him, and comforted him: "The medicinal properties of Kaiding Pill are too strong, bear with it, it will end soon."

The moment the warmth entered the blood with healing energy, the pain was slightly suppressed, and Zhao Yan, whose hair was soaked in sweat, was like a lost child finally seeing his family, sobbing into Xiao Su's embrace.

"It hurts, I hurt..."