The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Fengyue obviously also looked unbelieving.

And when Zhaoyan said this, she was shy and positive, which made her really want to raise her hand to probe the other person's head, to make sure if the other person had a fever.

"Oh——" Fengyue elongated the end of the answer in an unclear manner, she looked away from Zhaoyan, and tried her best to hold back the increasingly intense smile on her lips.

Zhaoyan blushed, and immediately lowered his head in embarrassment.Both hands clenched into fists in their respective sleeves, suppressing the words that were eager to explain back to the bottom of their hearts.

None of them would believe it, and would laugh at him.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you get the contraceptive pill, the next plan will be easy to arrange.

The previous few times when I left Hanshan, I always followed Xiao Su, and I was so far away from the ground in a blink of an eye, so that Zhaoyan didn't know much about the surrounding scenery of Hanshan.

Now going down the mountain together with Fengyue, although Fengyue will use lightness skills to take him flying for a while to speed up, Zhao Yan can at least see the area where Hanshan is located.

Very remote.

Away from the bustling city, surrounded by towering trees, there is no other noise except for the crisp singing of birds in the forest.

It is firmly hidden in the hidden corner of the vast world, unknown to the world.

"Let's go a little further to the street market." After leaving Hanshan far away, Fengyue pointed forward to a place that looked like there were fireworks on earth.

Zhaoyan nodded: "Okay."

"I don't usually go down the mountain. I only go there when I have tasks to perform or festivals." Fengyue turned her head to talk to Zhaoyan as she walked forward.

"Is it boring to be on the mountain all the time?" Zhaoyan asked.

"I have a lot of things to do, so I don't have time to be bored." Fengyue said, "And I'm accompanied by my seniors. I'll go to them when I'm free. I also took time to visit them this morning."

When this topic was mentioned, Zhaoyan stiffened uncomfortably for a moment.

His eyelashes trembled: "I'm sorry... your senior brother, they..."

"It's okay." Fengyue shook her head, "I've always only stood by the side of my lord."

She smiled and patted Zhaoyan's thin shoulder lightly: "Whatever you do is right, because he is not a person who doesn't know right from wrong. Since he punished the three senior brothers for you, it means that the three senior brothers have done it." Wrong thing."

"Ah..." Zhaoyan's eyes were a little reddened instantly, a grateful smile appeared on his lips, and the voice of thanks was very sincere, "Thank you, thank you. I thought you would blame me for this..."

Fengyue smiled cutely: "How could that be?"

As she said that, she recalled the embarrassing atmosphere she felt in Lidian this morning, and asked Zhaoyan with a sideways look: "Do you know what happened the day your lord punished Zhemo and Zheyu senior brother? Zhemo and Zheyu senior brother had a quarrel ?”

"I don't know about this." Zhaoyan shook his head, "I practiced with others, and they left first."

"That's it." Fengyue blinked in confusion, and told what she knew, "I brought some pastries to Lidian this morning to visit the three senior brothers. The atmosphere among the three of them is not very good."

"Yeah." Zhao Yan didn't know anything about those three people, but he listened seriously, "Do they all live in Lidian?"

"There are many rooms away from the temple, and the houses of the three of them are not far apart."

"Ah."

"Senior Brother Zhemo was injured when he killed a demon cultivator, and his legs are most afraid of ice." Fengyue said distressedly, "When Senior Brother Zhexi was helping him with his legs, Senior Brother Zheyu happened to come to Brother Zhemo's room.

But before Senior Brother Zheyu could sit down, Senior Brother Zhemo asked him to leave. "

Zhaoyan focused on the four words "the most taboo of cold ice". Zhemo was punished because of him. No matter what the process was, he couldn't get rid of it.

Thinking of the handkerchief that Zhemo handed him, Zhaoyan's heart suddenly became blocked.

"Is it because of a conflict..." Because of his low mood, Zhao Yan's tone was a bit heavy.

"I don't know, they have a very good relationship on weekdays." Fengyue shook her head.

Both of them didn't know the reason, and slowly put down the topic and didn't bring it up again.

Zhaoyan was full of guilt, and when he was thinking about going back to see Zhemo, he suddenly heard Fengyue's voice: "Here we are."

Zhaoyan quickly raised his head, the scene of people coming and going in front of him was not much different from the previous Cangxue Town.Hepuxu, Yangliu Tingzhou, and Lanzhou Flying Chow are more lively and beautiful than Hanshan.

"Let's go to the pharmacy." Fengyue concealed the demonic aura of a demon cultivator, and walked forward with Zhaoyan.

Different from Xiao Su's restraint when he was together, Zhao Yan looked left and right along the way, and the surrounding vendors saw him dazzled and very happy.

After entering the pharmacy, Fengyue looked up at Zhaoyan, and asked the doctor to grab some herbs for Bizi.

Zhaoyan held the medicine bag in the palm of his hand, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and there were stars twinkling in his eyes.

Fengyue suddenly felt that Zhaoyan had misunderstood Shuangxiu.

As soon as the purpose of this trip was achieved, because Xiao Su had just committed a huge murder case, Fengyue was afraid that other monks would notice the figure of the demon cultivator, so she took Zhaoyan back as early as possible.

"You go to the bedroom to have lunch first, and I'll cook the herbs and send them to you." On the way to the Hanshi Hall, Fengyue turned her head and said to Zhaoyan.

Zhaoyan, who wanted to go with Fengyue, stopped in embarrassment because of his resistance to the Cold Food Hall: "Then please trouble Sister Fengyue, thank you Sister Fengyue."

"It's my job to take care of you." Fengyue replied, she took the herbal medicine from Zhaoyan, and shook the medicine bag at him.

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Not long after he left, Fengyue held the medicine bag and planned to go to the Cold Food Hall, but the moment she didn't want to look up, she suddenly met Xiao Su's gaze.

She opened her eyes wide and hurriedly knelt down on one knee to salute: "Your Majesty."

"What is this?" Xiao Su stretched out his hand to Fengyue, and Fengyue quickly handed over the medicine package.

"My lord, this is what the furnace wants..." Fengyue paused, "Bizi's herbal medicine."

"Bizi?" Xiao Su raised his eyebrows and sneered, "He's out of his mind, so you follow? He said he was a woman, did you rush to buy him rouge and a bellyband too?"

Fengyue was scolded, and her head drooped: "The furnace said that you knew about it."

"Because of such an unimaginable reason, it is so courageous to go down the mountain at such a critical juncture! If the furnace of the deity is snatched by the monks investigating the case, can you bear the responsibility?"

"The subordinate knows his mistake!" Fengyue realized the seriousness of the matter, and her expression became serious.

Xiao Su weighed the medicine bag in his hand, then suddenly squeezed the herbal medicine tightly, and when he spread his palm again, the medicine had turned into powder and scattered from his fingers.

The powder brushed against Fengyue's face due to the wind, and she remembered Zhaoyan's expressionless eyebrows and eyes when he had just fulfilled his wish, and there was a trace of helplessness hidden in his tone: "Your Majesty, I just promised Lu Ding to deliver the medicine to him later."

When Xiao Su heard this, he flicked his sleeves in distaste, and his voice was full of anger: "It's ridiculous."

Abandoning this sentence, he turned and left.

After a few steps, he suddenly stood still.

There was a teasing smile on the corner of Xiao Su's handsome lips, his dark pupils were bottomless, he turned his back to Fengyue, and said in a playful tone: "You boil him a bowl of soup to help him conceive, I want to see it , he can give birth to something."

Fengyue couldn't understand the emotions in her heart, and after answering "yes", she watched Xiao Su's gradually receding figure, and slowly stood up from the ground.

Fertility medicine...

Fengyue gasped, looked at the powder on the ground, and comforted herself.

Fortunately, Zhaoyan is not a woman, whether it is for avoiding children or for helping to conceive, it should be the same for Zhaoyan...

After Zhaoyan finished his meal, Fengyue's decoction was also delivered.

She put the bowl on the table, unable to look directly at Zhaoyan's grateful eyes: "Your medicine."

"Thank you, Sister Fengyue." Zhaoyan quickly picked up the still steaming soup and rolled his eyes with a smile.

He couldn't wait to taste a little bit carefully, the hot concoction made his lips red, which forced him to suppress the eagerness in his heart, wait for it to cool down before drinking it.

"Sweet?" Zhaoyan was a little surprised when he sipped the slightest taste.

"Yeah." Fengyue's eyes fell on the thick soup, "I'm afraid it's too bitter for you to drink it, so I added some sugar."

"I'll drink it up." Zhao Yan was very moved in his heart, his big brown eyes were like crystal clear glass beads covered with a layer of tulle under the steam, beautifully pure and hazy.

He was about to thank him again when the sound of the door opening not far away caught their attention instantly.

Xiao Su stepped on the black boots bordered with gold thread, and before saluting in the windbreaker, he said, "Go out."

"Yes." Feng Yi responded, just as she was also distressed at how to explain the medicine to Zhao Yan, she turned and left in a hurry.

Before leaving, he specially helped Xiao Su and Zhao Yan close the door.

Seeing Xiao Su, Zhao Yan nervously held the extremely hot bowl tightly in his hand, fearing that the other party would snatch it away, even though his palm was red hot, he was not willing to put it down.

"Hey, what are you drinking?" Xiao Su couldn't hide the teasing in his eyes, he sat next to Zhao Yan, and asked knowingly, "It smells like medicine, are you sick?"

Zhao Yan vigilantly turned his body away from Xiao Su, his buttocks hadn't moved much when Xiao Su suddenly grabbed his arm.

"I'm not sick." Zhaoyan shook his head, looking down at the things in his hands, afraid of spilling them.

"Sit down." Xiao Su ordered.

Zhaoyan carefully turned his head to look at Xiao Su, Xiao Su glanced at his legs, and then looked at Zhaoyan playfully.

The moment he met Mozun's eyes, Zhaoyan once again hugged the bowl in his hand tightly.

"Don't let me remind you a second time."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yan immediately got up from his seat, walked between Xiao Su's two bent legs, and put all his weight on the other's left leg.

"What kind of medicine do you take if you are not sick?" Xiao Su asked.

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes, and whispered back: "It's not harmful to the body, it's okay..."

"Oh, that's it." Xiao Su's hand landed on the opponent's abdomen, and touched it meaningfully.

"Itchy." Zhaoyan accidentally laughed out loud, twisted his body, and almost spilled the soup.

He hastily brought the bowl to his lips for the second time, blew on the edge, and took a sip.

"Delicious?" Xiao Su asked again.

"En." Zhaoyan nodded.

"I will try it too."