The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Isn't there a place in front?" Zhe Yu looked at Zhe Mo and said.

Zhe Mo's avoidance of him for so many days really made Zhe Yu a little annoyed.Without waiting for Zhemo to reply, he continued, "Sitting so far away from the stove, can you hear his voice?"

"Don't bother you."

Zhemo's voice sounded extraordinarily quiet. Facing Zheyu's somewhat aggressive questions, his attitude seemed too cold, as if he didn't take Zheyu's emotions into consideration at all.

Zhe Yu frowned, stared at Zhe Mo without speaking, his expression was gloomy, like the dark sky before the rainstorm.

The sight that seemed to be able to cut people from the front finally attracted Zhemo to look up.

Before Zhe Yu's mood improved because of this glance, Zhe Mo immediately took back all the attention that fell on Zhe Yu.

"Snapped!"

Zhe Yu slammed the table hard, the loud sound made Zhao Yan tremble all over.

"What, what's the matter..." Zhaoyan asked at a loss.

"Nothing, I'll change places."

After Zhe Yu finished answering, he stood up from the stool, bypassed the tables and chairs blocking the way, approached Zhe Mo step by step, and finally sat down next to Zhe Mo, with an undisguised hostility.

Zhemo remained silent.

The atmosphere in the study is getting more and more heavy, the sun is overflowing outside the window, but he is not willing to give it a little bit, let it flow into the study, so as to warm up the bone-chilling air here.

Zhaoyan is not a sociable person, before Zhexi arrived, he couldn't think of any topic of communicating with Zhemo and Zheyu.

In fact, he has no intention of actively talking to others.

So he just stood in front of the two of them, bowed his head and clenched the paper in his hand, like a student who made a mistake and was punished to stand in front of the blackboard.

Fortunately, no matter how upset Zhexi was with Zhaoyan, he would still listen to Xiaosu's words.

Even though Zhaoyan and the others waited for nearly a quarter of an hour, he finally arrived.

"Brother." Zhe Yu saw Zhe Xi and greeted him.

Zhexi nodded slightly, and after finding a stool to sit down, he looked up at Zhaoyan with a cold voice: "Aren't you going to start, do you think I didn't delay long enough?"

Zhaoyan nodded hastily: "It's time to start, now."

He opened the paper in his hand, and his fingertips trembled a little because of nervousness, which made people feel that he was so useless that he was about to lose his grip on the frivolous thing in his hand.

How can you not be nervous?

He still remembers the last time when Zhexi attacked him, now that Xiao Su is not around, he is really worried that Zhexi's folding fan will hit his neck again...

Zhexi stared at him contemptuously, his eyes wandered along Zhaoyan's arm, until he found the black neckband around Zhaoyan's neck.

"What's that?" Zhexi asked.

"What, what?" Zhaoyan raised his head in panic.

"It has at least 50 years of spiritual power on it." Zhexi said, "My lord is born intelligent, and his understanding is beyond the reach of ordinary people. The 50 years he spent, the 100 or 200 years spent by others, may not be able to accumulate such results. "

Zhaoyan followed his gaze and looked down at his chest.

A few seconds later, he realized that the other party was talking about his neck brace, and reached out to touch it: "Is this..."

Zhexi had a cold face.

Zhaoyan was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "This is... a neck brace..."

"Function?" Zhexi couldn't guess.

Zhaoyan pursed his lips, looked carefully at Zhemo, found that Zhemo was also looking at him, and lowered his head in embarrassment: "Last time, I went to find Zhemo, and Zhemo said that I have a furnace on me. Smell...Because a person with a high cultivation base can smell it easily, His Majesty wanted to help me cover up the smell, so he put this on for me."

"You mean, Your Majesty uses spiritual power to prevent others from searching for your aura?" Zhe Xi thought this explanation was unbelievable, and he sneered, "Lu Ding, isn't your tripod fragrance in the Ding Chamber? Your Majesty How do you pick it, use your throat?"

Zhe Xi's words were too insulting, and his face turned red in embarrassment immediately because of the sarcasm.

"What are you going to teach us today?" Zhemo couldn't listen anymore, he interrupted the conversation between the two, looked at Zhaoyan and said, "I heard that it's a language you learned in your hometown, it's very rare."

Zhaoyan nodded, and gave a soft "hmm", trying to adjust his emotions, trying to force himself to raise his head, and trying to keep his words steady: "Your Majesty said, the morning teaching is over, and I will follow you to practice. So, I Let's start talking now."

"Okay." Zhemo answered.

"You don't need to learn the pronunciation." Zhao Yan said, "So you can memorize the runes as you used to, and you can memorize the content I taught today."

"It's not easy to speak, what does His Majesty expect us to learn." Zhe Yu didn't understand why Zhe Mo favored an outsider one after another, the annoyance in his heart was magnified, and he ridiculed on the obvious flaws.

Zhemo glanced at Zheyu, sighed slightly, and said to Zhaoyan, "Go on, I can hear and understand."

Zhaoyan's eye sockets were already flushed red.

He glanced at Zhemo gratefully, and gradually clenched the hand hanging by his side, his five fingers soaking up the warmth of his palm, trying to drive away the cold sweat from his fingertips.

Fortunately, he has been hit a lot since he was a child.

No matter how badly they scolded, it was not as hurtful as his father scolding him "why don't you die" after he was drunk.

Want to cry, but hold on.

Zhaoyan taught the follow-up content fairly smoothly.

He can't speak long sentences quickly, but he reads English words standardly and nicely.Because of his solid English foundation, he can start from the simplest and explain the content bit by bit thoroughly.

This is much easier than memorizing runes.

Zhe Yu listened for a while, and finally shut up obediently, and stopped interrupting Zhao Yan.

As soon as the morning teaching was over, Zhaoyan lifted up his robe and ran out of the study, unwilling to stay for a second longer.

He went straight to the bedroom, but he didn't expect to be stopped by a fan that circled in front of him halfway, and he immediately stayed where he was, not daring to take another step.

Look back.

The owner of the fan is behind him.

Zhexi caught the folding fan that was wrapped around her hand, raised her long and narrow eyelids, and blamed her as soon as she opened her mouth: "Why do you still have the face to stay here?"

Zhaoyan's brown eyes widened slightly, he didn't know what the other party's intention was, his body was stiff and unable to move under the tension and fear: "What... mean..."

"It's fine without the function of the furnace." Zhexi Qinghan's voice almost froze the surrounding air, "Because of you, the place where we kept our low profile was discovered by the cultivators, and it was completely exposed."

Zhaoyan only understood the first half of the sentence, and his eyes were full of confusion: "You are here, what are you talking about..."

"What are you pretending to be stupid for!" Enraged by his expression for no reason, Zhe Xi emphasized his tone.

The folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, the cut air made a painful sound, and Zhao Yan couldn't help but relax his breathing under such a deterrent.

"Now there are less than ten people left in Hanshan." Zhexi said, "The other disciples rushed to other places overnight because you brought Yun Xiangyi's aura here! So far you have not been able to help the venerable to improve his cultivation, and Hanshan has been killed by others." Encirclement and suppression, who are you serving? Who sent you as an eyeliner?"

The aggressive questioning was frightening, but the content of the other party's questioning made Zhaoyan feel even more intimidated. The chill and dizziness surged up layer by layer, and went straight to his forehead, making him almost unable to stand still.

"Hanshan...was surrounded by people..." Zhaoyan didn't want to believe it, but he had to confirm it and murmured, "Because I have Yun Xiangyi's aura..."

"Otherwise?" Zhexi sneered with sarcasm, he stepped forward and approached Zhaoyan step by step.

"Disciple Hanshan moved because of me?" Zhaoyan looked at Zhexi with wet eyes, begging him for an answer.

But Xiao Su said, they are tired of living here...

However, Zhexi ignored his questioning, and lifted his chin with a folding fan, with a full of sarcasm: "You really are a bitch of an Israeli, you really know how to pretend."

Zhaoyan wanted to avoid his bullying, only to realize that his face was clamped by Zhexi's spiritual power, and he could only keep his head up in embarrassment, unable to hide.

The folding fan began to slide down Zhaoyan's face, came to Zhaoyan's neck, and knocked lightly: "How can your lord use you? The tripod incense is here, so is the entrance of picking here?"

Zhexi said, pinching Zhaoyan's mouth, and the words became more piercing: "I made a mistake, the entrance should be here. You are so dirty, does every man who picks you have to go through this way? Your lord, why? Don't dislike you, don't you think you're disgusting?"

Zhaoyan's eye circles turned red a little bit, his lips trembled, but he couldn't speak because of the strength in Zexi's hand.

"Look at your appearance, how pitiful." Zhe Xi tilted his head slightly, because of a smile, his narrow peach eyes curved slightly, "Who do you think you can confuse? Dirty things, I really hope You are the eyeliner sent by Yun Xiangyi.

On the day when Your Majesty sees through your purpose, I will crush you bit by bit! "

After saying these words, Zhexi suddenly let go of Zhaoyan, withdrew her spiritual power, and clenched her folding fan tightly.

But he didn't think it was enough, so he pushed Zhaoyan back a few steps with one hand, and only after admiring Zhaoyan's desolate posture that he almost fell, he threw up his sleeves and left in satisfaction.

Zhaoyan's face regained its freedom, and tears welled up in his eyes at the same time.

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the uncontrollable tears.

Unable to hold back, I rubbed vigorously with my hands.

What really made him lose his mind was not Zhexi's taunt, but the empty surroundings, with no guards or Hanshan disciples.

They really all moved away...

one night time.

It turns out that the attack on the Hanshan Barrier last time was all because of me...

No wonder Xiao Su was so angry.

He brought trouble to Xiao Su, and everyone in Hanshan.

Zhaoyan lowered his head, turned around and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

Xiao Su got angry, but Xiao Su didn't blame him.Xiao Su also told him that it was because those people were tired of living here...

So why am I not a real cauldron, so that it will not be useless at all, but also cause trouble for Xiao Su...

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, Xiao Su who went to Jinshan to set up the enchantment in the morning has already returned.

The new enchantment consumed a lot of his spiritual power, so at this moment he was sitting on the bed tiredly with his eyes closed and meditating to promote his cultivation recovery.

As soon as Zhaoyan saw him, he couldn't help wanting to cry.In two or three steps, he ran up to Xiao Su and hugged him in his arms.

Xiao Su's practice was interrupted, and the evil spirit he was caught off guard caused a sharp pain in his chest.

He endured the discomfort, slowly opened his eyes, wrapped Zhaoyan's body with one hand, his voice was slightly weak, but he showed a playful smile as usual: "So anxious to throw yourself into your arms?"

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