The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Hmm..." Zhe Mo opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He knew that Zhe Yu had a bad temper, but he never expected that Zhe Yu would say such things to him.

Therefore, his normally quiet eyes began to be choppy, and the redness around the eye sockets showed the fear, panic, disappointment, and pain in his heart at the moment...

He couldn't struggle.

Even if he was so anxious that his eyes were tearing apart, his body that was restrained by the spell could not move at all.

The belt fell to the ground, and Zhe Yu looked at him and smiled, the unwillingness in his eyes turned into anger, which was cast on Zhe Mo.

He said: "Brother, we can continue to be together... I'm used to hugging you to sleep every night, these few days you're not by my side, I'm tossing and turning every day..."

"Stop, stop..."

A faint voice from behind made Zhe Yu pause.He and Zhemo looked up at the same time, and Zhaoyan's figure came into view.

Even though it took Zhaoyan a lot of energy to survive the pain caused by the spiritual energy, he still heard clearly what Zhe Yu said to Zhe Mo.

Neither are good words.

Zheyu is bullying Zhemo.

"You can't, force it, Zhemo." Zhaoyan looked at Zhemo who was covered by Zheyu on the ground, his voice was not loud, but enough for Zheyu to hear clearly, "I heard what you just said. "

Zhe Yu pulled out a smile, and his eyes were full of sarcasm: "So what do you hear, a furnace, you really think that you can show off your power in front of me if you are attached to your lord?"

"No, showing off." Zhaoyan shook his head, and he stepped forward a few steps, trying to pull Zhemo up from the ground.

Seeing this, Zheyu shook off Zhaoyan's hand, stood up, and hugged Zhemo into his arms.

"Zhemo and I are not what you think." Zhaoyan is not clear about the grievances between the two of them, but Zheyu said that it is absolutely impossible for him to be entangled with Zhemo, "Zhemo taught me For cultivation, I practice according to the words of my lord, and we have communication because of my lord."

"Every furnace I met told me that it had only one owner." Zhe Yu didn't listen to Zhao Yan's explanation at all, "But they still make excuses, they're also full of tricks..."

"That's enough!" Zhemo, who was able to speak, roared in a more emphatic tone, "What right do you have to speak out about your lord's cauldron? Zhe Yu, if you really don't care about your lord, go directly to your lord." Yes, bullying the weak is afraid to take a matter of a furnace without spiritual power, are you proud of it?"

"Why do you always speak for him!" Zhe Yu frowned, he clenched Zhe Mo's arm tightly, his five fingers tightened more and more, until the end of his fingertips were turning white.

Zhemo's arm was congested with blood under his force, and the veins on the back of his hand swelled, like a meandering river, bearing the pain that he tightly restrained between his lips.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly: "Zhe Yu, it's inappropriate to involve an outsider in the matter between us."

Zhe Yu turned his gaze back to Zhe Mo, caught a glimpse of the other party's pained expression, and slowly let go of the other party's hand.

He caught the point from Zhemo's words, and said with a smile: "Do you think Lu Ding is an outsider?"

Zhe Mo was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yeah."

Zhe Yu was happy, put his chin on Zhe Mo's shoulder, raised his eyes and said to Zhao Yan: "Did you hear that?"

"I heard." Zhaoyan nodded, and he slowly lowered his eyes, "I'm an outsider, so I won't disturb you and Zhemo."

After getting a reply, Zhe Yu pulled out a slightly satisfied smile, not interested in dealing with Zhaoyan anymore, and turned away with Zhe Mo.

Zhe Mo didn't speak, even if Zhao Yan was worried about the other party, he didn't seem qualified to stop him.

More importantly, Zhemo is now imprisoned by a spell, unable to resist.If he said something about being close to Zhemo or wanting to help Zhemo, he would definitely anger Zheyu again.

Zhaoyan was not stupid, so he obediently shut up.

He watched Zhemo and Zheyu disappear in place, lowered his eyes, and after a few seconds of silence, he bent down and patted the dust off his body.

When he turned his attention back to himself, he realized that his legs and arms were in severe pain.It should be from the fall just now, the skin was scratched, and the skin was burning and stinging.

Zhao Yan seemed to understand why Xiao Su forced him to practice. Zhe Yu didn't attack him just now, but he would still be accidentally injured by spiritual power.

In this world without spiritual body protection, life will become very fragile.

Zhaoyan sat there for a long time, but no one came to teach him.

The birdsong that has been in the forest for a long time gradually dissipated, and the sunset was pushed into the sky little by little by time, presenting a colorful painting in the eyes.

He looked around in a daze, and in his brown eyes, except for the huge stones and the overgrown trees of Hanshan Mountain, he could not see the slightest figure.

He lowered his head slowly, looked at his dirty clothes for a while, and was about to get up from the ground and go back to eat.

Before he could raise his eyes, a hand was suddenly stretched out in front of him.

It has slender bones, fair complexion, and a familiar, reassuring sandalwood scent, silently staying in the sky.

Zhaoyan opened his eyes wide, and quickly raised his head. The moment he saw Xiao Su's face, he smiled happily and rolled his eyes: "Xiao Su!"

Almost impatiently putting his hand in Xiao Su's palm, he stood up from the ground with Xiao Su's strength: "You, why are you here?"

Xiao Su's eyes were heavy, and there was a flickering evil spirit around him: "What's going on with you?"

"Ah?" Zhaoyan heard the sound, and looked down at himself, "I fell down, and my clothes were torn."

"I fell." Xiao Su's brows had a tendency to burn, and the flames were mixed with anger.He asked a second time as a warning word by word: "Are you sure?"

Zhao Yan's expression changed instantly, sensing that Xiao Su was angry, his eyes gradually became foggy: "I don't know, how should I tell you..."

Xiao Su endured the annoyance in his heart, stared at the other party with his dark eyes, and did not speak.

Zhao Yan was so frightened by his low air pressure that his lips trembled. He pulled Xiao Su's arm. Seeing that the other party still didn't respond, and could no longer hide it, he cried and said, "I came to practice today, and I saw Zhe Mo and Zhe Mo. Yu...they had a fight..."

"I asked, why did you fall?" Xiao Su couldn't hear the point, his patience was exhausted, and his tone was heavy.

"Zhe Yu, use a spell to control Zhe Mo. I was in the woods and I was accidentally hit." After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he looked up at Xiao Su eagerly, as if begging him not to be angry again.

Xiao Su met his moist eyes, was silent for a few seconds, and then lowered his tone: "How long have you been sitting here?"

Zhaoyan saw that his complexion had improved, and tried to slip into his arms.He hugged Xiao Su's waist tightly, his eyelashes were wet: "After Zhe Mo and the others left, it seemed like a few hours..."

"No one came to care for you for a few hours?"

Zhao Yan pursed his lips and nodded hesitantly.

"Heh." Xiao Su sneered, his deep voice carried displeasure, extremely displeasure, "Very good."

Zhao Yan didn't understand what the other party wanted to express, he tightly gripped Xiao Su's clothes, sniffed softly: "Are you still angry? Can you stop being angry..."

Xiao Su hugged his body tightly with one hand, and covered the back of his head with the other hand, gently rubbing it: "How can my furnace be so pitiful."

Zhaoyan felt the burning embrace of the other party, and because he was happy, his voice was also joyful: "I'm not pitiful."

"Still stupid." Xiao Su sighed, leaned over and kissed Zhaoyan's forehead to add his evaluation.

The smile in Zhaoyan's eyes grew stronger, he also raised his head and kissed Xiao Su's chin.The lips were soft and a little wet.

Being with others is not happy, only Xiao Su can make him feel at ease.

So it was not enough to express his joy, he found Xiao Su's lips and moved towards him, asking Xiao Su to kiss him.

Xiao Su's evil spirit gradually dissipated under Zhaoyan's flattery. He stared at Zhaoyan for a long time, and when he glanced over his eyes, a smile finally formed on the corner of his lips.He held Zhaoyan's lips, tasted it carefully, and couldn't help tightening his hands around the other's waist.

But this is not enough to completely calm Xiao Su's anger.

When Zhexi, Zhemo, and Zheyu were kneeling in the center of the hall, each of them had the scars of Xiao Su's reward, they were sitting on Xiao Su's lap, holding a disturbing statement, so cautious that they didn't know where to put it.

"Why, one by one, they feel that their cultivation has reached the end and their wings are hardened, so they can ignore the orders of the deity and act recklessly under the eyes of the deity?" Xiao Su leaned on the chair, and the tone of questioning was obviously soothing, and he couldn't hear it. Mood swings, but chilling.

"Disciple dare not." The voices of the reply were tidy, and the heads were lowered one by one.

"Don't dare? Why don't you dare!"

Xiao Su suddenly increased his voice, his dark eyes were like hawks, he stared straight at the three people sitting down, the invisible pressure wrapped in a strong evil spirit, it made them feel as if they were carrying a heavy mountain on their shoulders, and they couldn't stand upright anymore.

The unsuspecting Zhaoyan trembled with fright, Xiao Su noticed his fear, raised his hand and gently touched his back to comfort him.

"If it wasn't for the deity's whim, I would go to Hanshan to see the results of the cultivation of the furnace." Xiao Su said in a low voice, "I don't know yet, but the deity entrusted to you by the deity is waiting alone in the back mountain. You are really a big shelf !"

"Your Majesty, appease your anger." Zhexi was the first to speak, and he spoke with difficulty despite the evil spirit suppressing his whole body, "The three of us took turns teaching Luding, and it's not a dereliction of duty...it's not me today."

"It's me." Zhemo answered, "We agreed that I would go to teach Fuding, but something happened during the period, so I left early. Please punish me."

"I took Zhemo away." Zheyu tilted his head to look at Zhemo, because he was seriously injured, his voice was extremely hoarse, and he coughed several times before he finished speaking, "Zhemo has indeed gone."

"So why did you take Zhemo away?" Xiao Su asked, scanning the slap marks left on Zheyu's cheek.

"My personal grievances with Zhemo." Zheyu replied.

"Since in your eyes, personal grievances are more important than anything else," Xiao Su smiled, "then I also want to deal with personal grievances with you first."

As he spoke, Xiao Su suddenly grabbed Zhaoyan's arm, and lifted up his sleeve, revealing the scratches on his arm.

The fair skin was broken in a large area, the blood had scabbed, and the wound was not deep, but Xiao Su felt angry in his chest when he saw it, and he gritted his teeth.

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