The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Your cultivation time is too casual." Zhemo saw Zhaoyan's figure, stepped forward and stopped in front of him, "It's so intermittent..."

Zhe Mo was talking, and when he caught a glimpse of Zhao Yan's bright red eyes, he froze for a moment.

He turned around and looked around, then looked at Zhaoyan, and was silent for a few seconds before he spoke, "Someone bullied you?"

Zhaoyan's thoughts were interrupted, he quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and shook his head: "No, no... no, I will practice soon..."

Zhemo's usually quiet face showed a trace of bewilderment due to the crying of the other party, and his voice hesitated: "You...you should rest for a while. Adjust your emotions before starting."

"No need." Zhaoyan put down his sleeves and lowered his head, "I can practice now."

Seeing that Zhemo stayed in front of Zhaoyan for a long time, Zheyu couldn't stay there any longer, so he quickened his pace and came to the two of them, standing side by side with Zhemo: "What's wrong?"

Seeing Zhaoyan's abnormally red eyes and nose, he frowned, and opened his mouth and said, "I came early today, and the disciples didn't do anything to you. When Zun comes up later, don't rely on us again."

Xu felt uncomfortable with Zhe Yu's manner of speaking, so Zhe Mo took a step to the side to distance himself from the other party.

Zhaoyan nodded, his voice was slightly hoarse, with a faint cry: "I know...it has nothing to do with you..."

"Since you can practice, let's start." After Zhe Mo finished speaking, he turned his head to look at other disciples.

Finding that most of the disciples stopped practicing, they not only looked at this side, but also whispered to each other. He emphasized his tone and said: "The stage of desire is the most test of concentration. A little trouble is enough to make you stop practicing. How to improve?"

The disciples were trained, one by one, they looked away from the theater, adjusted their posture and re-routed the amulet.

Because of the existence of Zheyu, Zhemo no longer disciplines Zhaoyan alone.

He walked around the phalanx formed by other disciples slowly, instructing and educating at the same time, his expression returned to indifference.

Zhe Yu stared at Zhe Mo's slender figure for a long time, and then turned his gaze back to Zhao Yan. He reproachfully said, "Senior Brother Zhe Mo's legs have not been fully recovered because of you."

Zhaoyan remembered this, and now he was scolded, his eyelashes trembled violently: "I'm sorry..."

"Your Majesty was deceived by your pitiful appearance." Zhe Yu's beautiful face became more and more gloomy under the full of resentment, "Senior brother Zhe Mo also likes you very much, I haven't seen him yet. Which disciple has you cared so much about?"

Zhaoyan slowly raised his eyelids, and when he was full of unkind eyes towards Shang Zheyu, he quickly lowered his eyelids again, not daring to meet her gaze.

"Your Majesty asked me to practice with you." Zhao Yan stared nervously at the tip of his shoe, "I'm not good at training, Zhe Mo, teach me."

"Zhemo?" Zheyu was surprised that the other party called him by his first name, "When did you become so close?"

"Ah?" Zhaoyan didn't understand what Zheyu meant, "My name is Master Zhemo, but he said I don't need to be called that."

Zhe Yu pondered for a while, then nodded casually: "Indeed, you belong to His Majesty, not our disciple. We are not qualified to be your master either."

But knowing this, Zheyu was still upset and called Zhemo by his name, he asked: "Not long ago, did you go to Zhemo?"

Zhao Yan nodded.

"What did you say."

Zhaoyan was forced to recall the unhappy things, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment: "Zhemo, his legs are not feeling well, I'll go see him."

"That's all?" Zhe Yu asked.

"That's all..." Zhaoyan didn't want to tell Zheyu that Zhemo smelled his pheromone, because he was hiding something, he raised his hand uncomfortably to touch his neckband, and found that it was tightly wrapped around his neck. On his own neck, he let out a sigh of relief.

Zhe Yu stared at him dubiously for a long while: "Since it is your lord's stove, serve your lord obediently and don't think about messes. Do you think you can show off your power by pampering you for a few days? You should understand, lord There is never a shortage of stoves, you can't be the only one. Don't make troubles, and save troubles and ink."

Abandoning the warning, Zhe Yu waved his sleeves and left.

Zhaoyan's uncomfortable point was brought up again, even though he tried his best to bear it, the corners of his mouth still showed a grievance.

Xiao Su will really have other furnaces...

Everyone knows that Xiao Su has no shortage of stoves...

But he knew that he shouldn't lose his composure at this time, it would attract ridicule from everyone, so he moved behind the tree, tried hard to hide himself, tried hard to force himself not to think about Xiao Su.

He followed Zhe Mo's words and began to practice. Even if he couldn't concentrate, the process of gathering Qi became much easier.

Zhaoyan raised his hand for the second time to wipe away the slight tears from the corners of his eyes, took several deep breaths, and adjusted his breath.

The faint evil spirit that appeared in the palm seemed to have Xiao Su's shadow, and it seemed to be mixed with some white cold mist. It disappears when you breathe out.

Zhaoyan was unaware of the inexplicable spiritual energy in his palm.

He unintentionally repeated the act of gathering energy, and looked up at the sunny, cloudless sky in a daze. The moment he realized the emotional change in his heart, his brown eyes suddenly tightened.

He is, is he in love with Xiao Su...

Until the end of the practice, Zhe Mo wanted to go to test Zhaoyan's achievements, Zhe Yu suddenly stopped his pace: "You went to find him again? He is the furnace of the lord, and the lord doesn't care about his cultivation, you are so good What are you doing?"

Zhemo looked ahead, but didn't respond.

"You've been avoiding me." Zhe Yu asked with a hurt expression on his face, "Why haven't you let go of your anger? It's been several days."

Zhemo bypassed him and continued to walk forward: "Zhexi's confinement is over. He set up an formation on the top of Hanshan Mountain and set up an enchantment. The top of the mountain is cold and my legs can't stand it. You go and help him. I will go to the mountainside to inspect later."

"Senior brother!" Zhe Yu grabbed his sleeve, his lips trembled, "I don't want to look for him now."

Zhe Mo's eyes fell on Zhe Yu's slender bones and fair-skinned hands, and then turned his eyes away for a moment.

He shook off that hand, his expression so quiet and indifferent.

He continued to walk towards Zhaoyan's direction, but he didn't expect Zhaoyan to hastily lift up his clothes and run away towards the road down the mountain.

Zhe Mo sighed, and used his lightness kung fu to walk towards the mountainside of Hanshan, leaving Zhe Yu far behind.

Zhaoyan ran very fast.

The downhill has a slope, so it is not suitable to rush down in such a big way.But Zhaoyan didn't care about that much, even though his body staggered several times and nearly rolled down the mountain, he didn't slow down.

It wasn't until he followed the guard's guidance to the gate of the main hall where Xiao Su handled things that he stopped panting.

I don't know where the courage came from, he went straight through the heavy guards in front of the hall, pushed open the heavy door without Xiao Su's words, stepped over the threshold, walked into the hall, and stood in front of Xiao Su.

Xiao Su was flipping through the documents placed on the table at this time. Hearing the movement, he slowly raised his eyes and looked in the direction where Zhaoyan was.

"What are you doing here?" Xiao Su raised his eyebrows, "Intruding into the hall without the deity's orders is enough for the deity to kill you a hundred times."

Zhaoyan failed to listen to Xiao Su's words, and his eyes shifted to the young man with a flirtatious face who was kneeling at Xiao Su's feet at the moment.

Eye sockets turned red all of a sudden.

"He, is he, the new furnace?" Zhaoyan raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, wiped away the tears seeping from the corners of his eyes, and said in a crying voice, "Because I'm useless, you found a new furnace... ..."

Xiao Su put down the Chinese book in his hand, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair: "I need your permission to do things?"

Zhaoyan shook his head, his voice broken: "No need."

"Come here." Xiao Su hooked Zhaoyan.

Zhaoyan stood there without moving, and refused with red eyes: "No."

"Come here!" Xiao Su suddenly emphasized his tone, "You are not allowed to be presumptuous in front of this deity."

Zhaoyan trembled in fright.

He stared at Xiao Su in a daze for a while, and finally approached Xiao Su slowly with his head down, and stood opposite the young man, his body was standing stiffly, and he did not move extraneously.

Xiao Su grabbed Zhaoyan's arm and pulled him into his embrace.

Zhao Yan was caught off guard and fell on his lap, smelling the pleasant and familiar sandalwood from Xiao Su's neck, he quickly hugged the other's waist and buried his face in the other's chest.

Xiao Su hugged him back, and hid the smile in his eyes: "Why, you are only allowed to find a new picker, and the deity is not allowed to accept a new furnace?"

Zhaoyan's eyes became more and more red, and he said aggrievedly: "I don't want you to accept a new stove..."

"You said you can't take it if you don't want the deity?" Xiao Su said, pulling Zhaoyan out of his arms with one hand.

He lifted the young man's exquisite chin with his feet, and said to Zhao Yan, "Look for yourself, he is prettier than you."

Zhaoyan was forced to glance at the young man, and quickly looked away in the next second. In order to suppress the trembling in his throat, he was already speechless.

The young man raised his long and narrow eyes slightly, and smiled at Xiao Su cooperatively: "Thank you, sir."

The voice is crisp and melodious, like a warbler singing in the mountains, exciting.

"Although it's only a medium-sized cauldron, his cavity carries spiritual power." Xiao Su continued to attack Zhaoyan, "It's much better than you, a waste."

"Not good..." Zhaoyan shook his head vigorously and cried out, "You have received a new stove, so you don't want me..."

"You are useless at all." Xiao Su took Zhaoyan's hand and put it on Zhaoyan's abdomen, "Feel it yourself, in addition to looting spiritual power from the deity, your stomach can only pretend to be food."

"...It's not useless..." Zhao Yan sobbed, "I'm useful..."

Xiao Su stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, mockingly: "And you know how to cry."

Zhao Yan quickly grabbed his hand, his eyelashes were wet and drooping in front of his eyes.He sniffed: "...I am an omega, not a stove, so I can't play the role of a stove..."

Xiao Su's eyes darkened: "Do you think that the deity will let you go if you don't provide spiritual energy to the deity?"

"I'm not, what do you mean..." Zhaoyan raised his hand to wipe away the salty tears that fell on the corner of his lips, his small nose was pitifully red, "The back of the neck is a gland..."

Xiao Su: "?"

"What you smell is not tripod incense...it's pheromone..." Zhaoyan confessed, sobbing, "It smells like peach..."

"I've never heard of it." Xiao Su's face became more and more gloomy, and the arms around Zhao Yan's waist gradually tightened, "If you want to find an excuse to escape from the deity for the third time, the deity promises that it will break your legs before you step out of the cold mountain. "

"I won't run away." Zhao Yan's heart beat uncontrollably under the intimidation of the other party, he buried his face in Xiao Su's chest again, because he was determined to explain everything to Xiao Su, he cried more and more.

"Don't kill me, please..." Zhaoyan gripped Xiao Su's clothes tightly and begged, "I want to fall in love with you... It doesn't matter if you can't mark me... There is really no way to provide you with spiritual power. If not, I will I can have a baby for you..."