The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhaoyan struggled to adjust his breathing: "That day, did you see me from here... You brought me home, and it was here..."

Xiao Su clearly sensed Zhao Yan's unease.

He considered Zhaoyan's words for a while, and asked suspiciously: "Why, do you have a relationship with Lingshan?"

"No, no..." Zhaoyan shook his head quickly, and said seriously, "In this world, except for you and Fengyue, I don't have anyone I know well..."

Xiao Su smiled when he heard a satisfactory answer.The evil spirit contained in it cannot be hidden even if the face is changed.

Zhaoyan was in a daze, he hastily avoided Xiao Su's sight, and lowered his head.

The two continued to walk forward, and when passing through Lingxi, Zhaoyan glanced at it several times, his eyes flickering.

After arriving at the foot of Lingshan, Zhaoyan still hadn't recovered from his senses, his soul seemed to be lost at Lingxi, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

He didn't even react to Xiao Su's sudden standstill, bumping into the opponent's broad shoulder for the second time, he was so startled that he couldn't help but take several steps back.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Zhaoyan knew he was wrong, and was very afraid that the other party would get angry, and his expression was like a deer obediently preparing to be scolded.

But this time Xiao Su didn't look at him.

Zhao Yan swallowed, and followed Xiao Su's gaze for some unknown reason.

In the hidden place of the boulder at the bottom of the mountain, several corpses lay bloody, and the sword wounds on the waist and abdomen were horrifying.They should have run desperately from the hunter's sword, the soles of their feet were full of glaring blood.

For a moment, Zhao Yan thought he was watching a horror movie, or in a dream, so scared that he was in a trance, opened his eyes wide and shouted: "Ah!"

Xiao Su turned around and glared at Zhao Yan fiercely. It was obvious that Xiao Su was more terrifying than any dead person, so Zhao Yan remained in a startled posture for a moment, then shut his mouth obediently the next moment, shrunk his shoulders and lowered his head. go down.

Xiao Su slowly spread out his palm, and the black mist in his palm turned into the shape of a spell, slowly floating in the air.

With a wave of his hand, three charms stood in the sky above several corpses, and the runes in between penetrated the surrounding mist and shone with crimson light.

After a while, the few corpses who were too frightened to take a second look responded to the call of the rune and turned into thick black mist, which was gradually absorbed by the rune, and even the blood was wiped dry. The tragic situation disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The flames between Xiao Su's eyebrows were burning, and he absorbed the three charms that had swallowed up the evil spirits of several people into his eyebrows.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were pitch black. If the thick ink filled the air, covering the whites of his eyes, it would make people feel oppressed and suffocated if he looked at it for a second longer.

Xiao Su raised his head slightly, and let out a comfortable sigh after completely merging the evil spirit of others into his body.

Zhaoyan stood beside him, seeing Xiao Su's eyes restored to normal, he said tremblingly: "They...are gone..."

Xiao Su grinned when he heard the words: "The cultivation base is not bad, the taste is good."

"Ah?" Zhaoyan looked at him in bewilderment, and then reacted instantly, raising his voice in shock, "You, you ate them all?!"

Xiao Su thought he was noisy, so he rubbed his head lightly, with a playful tone: "Lu Ding, if eating you is more effective than eating these demon cultivators, this deity may leave them with a whole body. It's a pity, You will only eat the deity, but you have not given any feedback to the deity."

Zhaoyan lowered his head in his wide palm, thinking of something, his cheeks flushed slightly.Like a peach blossom trembling on the branch due to the wind, shy but ostentatious.

"who?!"

The sudden voice from behind interrupted Xiao Su's thought of reaching out to pinch Zhaoyan's face.

He raised his eyes and looked over, the displeasure in his eyes was intense.

Several patrolling Lingshan guards held long swords, caught a glimpse of Xiao Su and Zhao Yan, and put on a posture of being ready to attack at any time.

Xiao Su looked at the faces of the people in front of him unhurriedly, and it was consistent with the clues provided in the evil spirit when he swallowed the evil spirit just now—the spies did not attack Lingshan, but the guards in front of him raised their swords first , wanting to eradicate the demon cultivator.

"Guards of Lingshan?" Xiao Su raised his lips, but his face was gloomy.

Because their cultivation was not as good as Xiao Su's, they couldn't feel Xiao Su's evil spirit. After looking at each other, they asked, "Why are you wandering at the foot of Lingshan?"

"Did you open Lingshan?" Xiao Su sneered, "Can you leave and others can't touch it?"

"Recently, there are demon cultivators wandering here. If you don't want to be killed by mistake, you should leave as soon as possible." Lingshan guard said.

"Oh, so that's the case." Xiao Su drew a long tail, "You guys told me such important news, in order to repay your kindness, I will also tell you a piece of information."

The guard of Lingshan felt that the person in front of him was really strange, and he didn't want to bother with him: "Leave quickly, demon cultivators are used to disregarding human lives. If you are not a monk, if you are eaten by demon cultivators, don't blame us for not reminding you."

Xiao Su pulled Zhaoyan behind him, tilted his head and said in a low voice, "Go and wait behind the stone. After half a stick of incense, the deity will take you away."

Zhaoyan nodded quickly, let go of Xiao Su's sleeve that he didn't know when, and turned his head to look around.

After finding a stone that could cover him, he quickly ran over.

Xiao Su looked back at the guards in front of him, and said with a smile, "Don't be in a hurry to chase them away, I haven't finished talking yet."

The guard really didn't have the patience to talk to him, and the task of patrolling the whole mountain to investigate the demon repairman was not yet completed, so he pointed at Xiao Su and said, "What do you want to say, leave as soon as possible!"

"I want to say," the smile on Xiao Su's lips gradually disappeared, and his eyes darkened a little bit, "I see that your seals have turned black, and your death may be imminent."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Su's palms were full of evil spirits, and he attacked those people with lightning speed.

Zhao Yan hid behind a boulder, heard the sound of drawing a sword in the distance, and heard the voice of Lingshan disciples shouting "Demon Cultivator".

He took a deep breath, and wanted to poke his head out to see if Xiao Su was okay, but later he felt that his worry was unnecessary, so he obediently stood back where he was, not to cause trouble for Xiao Su.

But his ten fingers were still tightly clenched into fists, trembling slightly in the long sleeves.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he raised his hand to climb the edge of the boulder, and turned his head slightly to look at Xiao Su who was fighting with others in the distance.

After confirming that Xiao Su was controlling the battle situation with the ability to completely crush everyone, he was completely relieved and ran towards the direction he came from.

That's where Lingxi is.

Standing by the stream, Zhaoyan, who had run wild all the way, pressed his knees with both hands, bent down and panted for a long time, before he calmed down a little.

"How to get in..." Zhaoyan was thinking, and impatiently raised his hand to touch the splashing stream, a hopeful smile appeared in his eyes.

Immediately, he stretched his hands in, but the water was still water, no mutation occurred, and he was not sucked in as he imagined.

Zhao Yan pursed his lips, and after thinking for a long time, he took off his boots and stockings, and used his feet to tentatively adapt to the water temperature for a while.

After his skin got used to the coldness, he began to carefully support the bank of the stream, slowly immersing his whole body.

"Hmm." It's too cold...

Even though the sun was scorching above his head, Zhao Yan's body was still shivering from the cold.

He endured it for a while, and during that time the stream was still a stream, and he was still standing in the water.

He was so disappointed that he was about to cry...

Why is this...

Zhaoyan didn't want to believe it, and gradually walked deeper into the stream, until the stream reached his shoulders, and he finally stopped.

A few seconds later, Zhaoyan's expression suddenly became painful.

Something seemed to be running around in the abdominal cavity, hitting his body almost torn apart.It was even more unbearable than the tearing of Kaiding Pill last time. Without the protection of the medicine pool, blood was slowly oozing from the corners of his mouth.

He covered his stomach with his hands, the water over his shoulders was really dangerous, he turned around vigilantly, and walked towards the shallow water area with a pale face.

Suddenly there was a more violent impact on the abdomen, and at the same time, at a place Zhaoyan didn't notice, the stream became turbulent and targeted the attack.

Before Zhaoyan realized what was going on, a burst of water splashes with spiritual power came towards him after being suspended in the air and overturned at a very fast speed.

His body was pushed and pushed backwards by the huge impact, his feet stepping on the rocks at the bottom of the stream could no longer stand still, and he fell into the bottom of the water.

"Ah!" Accompanied by a short exclamation was the sound of huge waves splashing, he submerged in the water, his breath was quickly robbed, and the feeling of suffocation flooded into his brain with the squeeze of the stream.

I can't breathe...

He was about to be washed away by the stream...

Zhaoyan endured the severe pain in his abdomen, and his hands fluttered to touch the surrounding stones, trying in vain to prevent himself from falling down with the stream that became terrifying for some reason.

"Help, help..." Zhaoyan called out in a hoarse voice when his head briefly surfaced, kicking his legs desperately, trying to get himself out of the water.

The more he struggled, the more he felt that something was pulling him, trying to drag him into the vortex, trying to kill him...

In a crisis, Zhaoyan finally touched a stone near the shore.

He was about to grab this life-saving straw, but the slippery moss on the stone cut off his hope.Even though the wrist was already trembling with force, the five fingers clinging to the stone still slid up little by little, and the moment they were all detached from the stone, Zhao Yan's heart sank completely.

He wants to die here... He doesn't want to die, he wants to go home...

In an instant, a cold hand grabbed his slender arm from the shore, Zhao Yan followed his instinct to hold him back until the person picked him up from the water and saved him from danger.

Zhaoyan, who was leaning against the opponent's arms, had lost consciousness a little. When a large amount of air was poured into his nasal cavity, he half-closed his eyes, panting heavily, and his chest heaved extremely violently.

"Furnace cauldron?" There was no warm voice, and after only one sentence, he was so cold that he felt like he was about to freeze.

Zhaoyan was very uncomfortable, he gradually curled up in the arms of the man with the pain in his abdomen, he groaned in pain intermittently, the stream water mixed with cold sweat dripped from his face, he looked extremely embarrassed.

Zhao Yan, who was about to pass out under such torture, was dazedly aware of a cold spiritual energy passing from his wrist to his abdomen, slowly coming to the source of his discomfort.

The two forces in his body could not be intertwined, as if they were fighting in his stomach, Zhao Yan's complexion became more and more painful, and his lips gradually lost their color.

The man seemed to be aware of Zhao Yan's strangeness, and increased the input of spiritual power.

"You have the imprint of Xiao Su in your body." When the man opened his mouth, the cold spiritual power instantly suppressed the restless evil spirit, and even suppressed Zhao Yan's pain, "Are you his furnace?"

Zhaoyan opened his mouth and panted absent-mindedly, obviously not listening to the man's words.

The man lowered his white eyelashes, quietly staring at Zhaoyan in his arms, and did not speak again.

[The author has something to say: Thanks: murmuring + 1* trilobite, refill

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