The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Knowing that Xiao Su intended to make fun of him, Zhaoyan blushed instantly, unable to lift his head while holding the warm porridge: "We are good at different things, so you make fun of me for things I'm not good at, no good... "

"You also have things you are good at." Xiao Su leaned back on the chair, his tone of suspicion was undisguised, "Except for crying and eating."

"Yes..." Zhaoyan was questioned, his self-confidence was immediately hit, and his straight shoulders drooped, "I can't say I am good at it. If I do a lot, I will become good at it..."

Xiao Su became interested: "For example."

"Mathematics." Zhao Yan said in a low voice, "For a 150-point test paper, you can get more than 140 points, or a full score...English, you can also get a full score..."

Xiao Su: "?"

Zhao Yan looked at Xiao Su full of inquiry, and quickly lowered his raised head: "Mathematics is arithmetic, which was called arithmetic in ancient times."

Xiao Su: "This deity knows it, and it is widely used in silk and porcelain baking."

Zhao Yan nodded lightly: "Well, English is another language. It is different from the language we communicate with now, but the effect is similar..."

Xiao Su pondered for a while, and said, "You mean the symbols used to transmit ciphertext messages? Similar to the deity's mantra."

Zhaoyan was stunned for a moment, and he thought about it seriously: "It's almost... But the use is not limited to passing ciphertext... It can also be used for daily communication."

"for example."

"Ah? Okay..." Zhao Yan responded, "I'm telling you, or writing for you..."

"Can you read your runes?" Xiao Su seemed to have found a surprise, and the smile on his lips became stronger, "Try all of them."

Zhao Yan immediately got off his lap, ran to the desk to get a pen and paper, and walked back to the dining table.

"That's how it was written." Zhao Yan's cheeks started to heat up again, Xu realized that he was showing himself in front of the other party, so he sweated nervously.

His hands were trembling as he was writing English characters stroke by stroke on the paper with a brush that he was not very good at.

Even so, in order to get a higher score on the test paper, he had deliberately exercised like his classmates.The Chinese is written in italics, and the English is not scribbled. It is correct and looks very neat.

"This means... that I'm having breakfast." Zhao Yan slowly moved the brush away, revealing the sentences written in neat handwriting.

He opened his mouth, lowered his eyelids, and read carefully: "I'm+having+breakfast, this is the pronunciation."

Xiao Su's eyes fell on the short symbol on the paper: "Your hometown is far away from the world of cultivating immortals?"

Zhaoyan nodded, and said slowly, "It's far away, and it's not easy to go back."

"How many people know this kind of symbol?" Xiao Su asked.

"...In our house, everyone who goes to school will..." Zhaoyan replied truthfully, "The world of cultivating immortals you mentioned... probably no one has heard of it."

"Sure?"

"Hmm." If there is no second person who inexplicably crosses over like him.

"Time, place, can these symbols be fully represented?" Xiao Su's eyes became more thoughtful, "Is there a rule to follow?"

Zhaoyan recalled the expression about time and place in his mind: "There is a little pattern, but the vocabulary of place is very broad and needs to be memorized separately."

"How much+ do you know?" Xiao Su continued to ask.

"Ah?" Zhaoyan didn't understand why the other party asked such a question, he clenched the pen in his hand, "Normal communication, no problem."

Xiao Su's lips curved slightly in satisfaction, he stretched out his hand through a layer of neckband, stroked the back of Zhaoyan's neck, and explained unhurriedly: "Earlier, demon cultivators often used incantations to communicate, especially in the Fighting or passing on classified information.

But with the passage of time, immortal cultivators with ulterior motives have identified the meaning and laws behind this symbol by collecting a large amount of incantation information.Once the spell information is intercepted during transmission, it is equivalent to being captured by a pigeon carrying a letter. "

Zhao Yan turned his head to look at Xiao Su: "I understand this."

Xiao Su sneered: "What do you understand?"

"You want to say that English, like your incantations, can also be used to convey information." Zhao Yan felt that he had done a reading comprehension, so he was looking at Xiao Su eagerly at this moment, as if expecting a correct answer.

Xiao Su pulled him back to sit on his lap, and bit his ear like a reward: "Guess the last sentence, I will be rewarded."

Zhaoyan's earlobe was held in his mouth by the other party, as if a tiny electric current flowed through his body, causing small tremors in every part of his skin.

His beautiful eyes narrowed comfortably, and his face was flushed: "Xiao Su...so itchy..."

"Wrong." Xiao Su slapped his butt hard, "It's not this sentence."

Zhao Yan's eyes were red with pain, and he gave Xiao Su a grievous look: "I know what you want me to say... Do you want to use English instead of mantras to deliver information for you..."

"You are not particularly stupid." Xiao Su raised his lips, covered his buttocks with his palms, rubbed the place where he had just been taught a lesson for him, and said with a smile, "Except for withdrawing the evil spirit and leaving the deity, the deity can agree to other requests."

Zhaoyan was stunned for a moment, and the unconcealable joy in his big eyes turned into a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Really, can I make any request?"

"nature."

"Can you, remember my name." Zhao Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hands resting on his legs tensed into fists.

"Only this?" Xiao Su's tone was a little surprised, "I won't give you a chance to go back on your word after confirming the deity."

"As long as this." Zhao Yan was very sure.

"Okay, I will remember it." Xiao Su said.

Zhaoyan waited quietly, his heart beating faster in anticipation.

Xiao Su's voice was pleasant, with a strong aura, which always easily attracted his soul and body to resonate.How romantic it would be if such a voice was not used to scold him, but to just read his name gently.

But Zhaoyan waited for a long time, but Xiao Su didn't speak.

He finally couldn't hold back anymore, turned his head to look at Xiao Su, and blinked his eyes.

Xiao Su was indifferent.

Zhaoyan tugged at his sleeve: "You, didn't you promise me that you would remember my name?"

"My deity has written it down." Xiao Su replied, "It's just two words, what's the problem?"

"Then why didn't you call me?" Zhaoyan tilted his head in confusion.

Xiao Su raised his eyebrows slightly: "Lu Ding, this is the second request."

Zhao Yan's hope was in vain, and he instantly felt remorse that he was so stupid.He stared at Xiao Su in a daze, and after a while, mist appeared in his beautiful eyes, and the eye sockets rolled pitifully.

He raised his hand to wipe, Xiao Su grabbed his wrist, took the initiative to help him wipe away his tears with his thumb, and asked knowingly: "Why are you so dissatisfied, why are you crying again?"

Zhaoyan couldn't speak, and when he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop the disappointing tears.

He hugged Xiao Su's body and put his face on his shoulder, without saying a word, his body was still trembling slightly.Subtle sniffing sounds sounded from time to time, but it could be heard that he was trying to suppress it.

"Poor thing." Xiao Su hugged him back, gently stroked his back, and softened his voice, "I am kind enough to give you another chance, do you want it?"

Even though he was still sobbing, Zhao Yan answered quickly: "Yes."

"Okay." Xiao Su said, "Teach the three disciples of this deity this language, you put forward the second condition."

Zhao Yan raised his head slowly from his shoulder, looked at Xiao Su with red eyes, but hesitated for a while, then nodded: "Okay..."

"Ah."

"I will teach well." Zhaoyan has rich experience in being a tutor in the real world. He has tutored many students with poor English skills. Moreover, Xiao Su's three disciples seem to be smarter than him. Easy.

"Are you going to use this as a carrier for delivering messages in the future?" Zhao Yan asked.

"Yes." Xiao Su did not deny it, "It will take a while for the talisman to be passed to the deity. During this period, it may be captured by any cultivator with a higher cultivation level. Soon there will be chaos in the world of immortality, and this deity will need it."

"Don't you learn?" Zhao Yan suddenly realized his usefulness by Xiao Su's side, the smile in his eyes was like waves, "I can help you, I am very happy."

"I don't need it." Xiao Su hugged his body tightly, tilted his head and kissed his cheek, "I will always take you by my side. The superior furnace will become the focus of conflict wherever you go, and you are more dangerous than anyone else." .Since the deity recognizes you, he will not allow others to touch your body."

Zhaoyan smiled and rolled his eyes.

He got into Xiao Su's arms and hugged him tightly, all the grievances disappeared in an instant, and even happily kissed Xiao Su on the lips.

"Do you want to call me?" Zhao Yan smiled, "Call me quickly."

Xiao Su licked his lips, tasting the softness left by the little thing.This time, he didn't bully Zhaoyan anymore, and at the same time he raised the corners of his lips, he called him: "Yanyan."

Zhao Yan was so happy, he immediately said "hmm", but then thought "hmm" was not enough to express his happiness, he leaned over to kiss Xiao Su again, leaving his sweet honey on the other party's body. peach breath.

It made Xiao Su's eyes darken for a while.

After breakfast, Xiao Su took Zhaoyan to the back mountain.

The disciples are all busy in the mountains, and the surroundings are lonely and very clean.

"Let's get started." Xiao Su dropped these words, found a rock and sat down, lazily raised his eyelids, and stared at Zhao Yan's slender figure.

"Understood..." Zhaoyan lowered his eyes, and Xiao Su said that if he didn't show the results of his cultivation, he wouldn't take him to visit Hanshan.

So even though he was afraid of being ridiculed, he still had to muster up the courage to take a deep breath, adjust his breath, and gather his breath as he usually does.

The black evil spirit in his palm emerged with his actions, forming a black mist ball between his palms. Because of his meager spiritual power, the mist ball dissipated in the air within a few seconds.

Zhaoyan who noticed this for the first time was startled: "This, what is this..."

He looked at Xiao Su in panic, Xiao Su also straightened up from the stone, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Yun, Xiang, Yi." Xiao Su stared at the imperceptible white aura between Zhaoyan's fingers, paused every word, and gnashed his teeth to read out the other's name.