The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"No, it's inconvenient..." Zhaoyan clenched his belt tightly, and his eyes drooped again.

Xiao Su seemed to see through Zhao Yan's thoughts at a glance, his long eyebrows were slightly raised, and his tone was playful: "It seems that it is quite inconvenient to escape."

Zhaoyan's heart trembled when he said it, and he almost wondered whether Xiao Su had some mind-reading skills, peeping out his meager extravagant hopes.

"I just feel that it's not good for me to follow you all the time." Zhaoyan tugged at his belt, his eyes dodging uncomfortably.

"This deity doesn't mind at all, why are you hypocritical." Xiao Su's tone was full of jokes, "It's just a furnace, and there are quite a lot of requests."

Zhaoyan, who was bullied back, didn't have the courage to answer the conversation. After a few seconds of silence, he bent down and put his white boots on.

When he looked up again, Xiao Su was already more than ten meters away from him: "Come here."

Zhao Yan hurriedly stepped forward to catch up, with the smell of medicine all over his body, he followed Xiao Su's heels.

After leaving the medicine room, his vision gradually brightened.

The late summer sun was still glaring, Zhaoyan squinted his eyes for a while to get used to it.

The stone paved road is a bit rough to walk, and there are many flowers and plants beside it.As far as the eye can see, there are elegant houses, and the attendants passing by are all dressed in black robes.

When they saw Xiao Su, they all knelt down and saluted: "My lord."

Such a situation made Zhaoyan uncomfortably tighten his five fingers, and his steps were out of rhythm.

"What are you thinking?" Xiao Su didn't turn his head, but easily sensed Zhao Yan's actions.

Zhaoyan quickly regained his composure, and answered seriously: "The scenery here is very beautiful, unlike my home. There is a lot of dust there, and when I look up, the sky is not clear."

As he said that, he paused: "They call you your lord, we don't call others that."

When Xiao Su heard the words, he suddenly stood still.

He turned around, looked down at the other party with downcast eyes, and a strange danger flashed in his eyes: "Where did you live before?"

Zhaoyan then stopped and raised his head to meet Xiao Su's gaze.

His pure and beautiful eyes blinked at a very slow speed, and according to Xiao Su's words, he recalled the small space he lived with his father, and the terrible alphas around him who often bullied him, and shook his head in discomfort and disappointment: "It's a long way from here."

"I asked, where is it?" Xiao Su was obviously dissatisfied with the other party's evasive reply, his brows were furrowed instantly.

The small flame between his eyebrows turned from orange to black, as if the lingering evil spirit rekindled life in him, and Zhaoyan was so frightened that a layer of tears reflexively formed in his eyes.

He no longer dared to hide anything, and the tone of his answer quickened: "In a small town under the jurisdiction of the ABO Federation, where most civilians live. I have no money and can only live in a very small house .”

"Tsk." Xiao Su temporarily ignored the content of the other party's words, admired Zhao Yan's red eyes with interest, and sneered, "It's really obscene."

"If you don't force it, you won't learn to be obedient." Xiao Su raised his hand and pinched the opponent's stiff cheek, Zhao Yan was almost out of breath under the pressure of the strong aura, "You have to thank the deity for pity on you, if you change now It’s not just as simple as a person’s decapitation in such a prevarication. Do you understand?”

Zhao Yan nodded with a pale face, tears swirled in his eyes, and he dared not fall: "I understand."

"What do you know?" Xiao Su raised his lips.

"I can't make you angry." Zhao Yan said.

Xiao Su smiled, shifted the direction of the hand pinching his cheek, brushed Zhaoyan's trembling eyelashes gently with his fingertips, and wiped away the tears condensed in those beautiful eyes: "This appearance is a little more pleasing to the eye. point."

Zhao Yan was very afraid that the opponent's hand would poke into his eyes without paying attention, but he didn't have the guts to dodge the slightest move, so he could only keep his head up, motionless, until Xiao Su retracted his hand.

"I have never heard of the place you mentioned." Xiao Su returned to the topic.

"It's a small village, and it's not well-known." Zhao Yan rubbed his eyes in fear, it was wet from tears.

"Why did you appear in Lingxi?"

Zhaoyan reacted for a while: "The Lingxi you mentioned is the place where you found me?"

Xiao Su looked at the other party's confused expression, and forcibly suppressed the impatience in his tone: "Otherwise."

"I don't know either." After Zhaoyan answered, knowing that the other party might not be satisfied, he couldn't help shrinking back, "I really don't know..."

"You know what will happen if you go against the will of the deity or conceal the deity, right?" Xiao Su's eyes reflected Zhao Yan's fearful look, and his heart was unreasonably irritable.

He raised his hand, trying to pull the dodging body back.

Zhao Yan suddenly caught a glimpse of Xiao Su's tendency to make a move, and immediately grabbed his sleeve in a panic, just like he used to hold his father's hand holding a stick, in an attempt to relieve the pressure by begging the other party to let him go: " Don't be angry, I really didn't lie to you..."

Xiao Su froze, glanced at the clothes pulled by Zhao Yan, his face turned cold.

This offensive posture caused the passing attendants to lower their eyes in panic, not daring to look directly at him again.

Zhao Yan followed Xiao Su's line of sight to look over, his eyes fell on Xiao Su's clothes that were wrinkled by his own fingers, and his heart was blocked for a while.

"I'm sorry..." His voice was weak, and he slowly let go of his hand.As if feeling that he was not far from death, all the blood on his lips faded away.

"Stupid as a donkey! You..." Before Xiao Su could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden sobbing sound from the side.

Zhaoyan's small face was wrinkled with tears, and while echoing Xiao Su's words, he nodded his head desperately, while replying in a trembling voice: "I'm stupid, I don't know, I don't know how to tell you...the fever period, the body is not feeling well, I'm at home, resting...I'll be pressed by you when I wake up...I didn't lie to you..."

Xiao Su couldn't catch any useful information from his intermittent words, he who should have been annoyed, saw Zhao Yan's bright red eyes, and laughed angrily: "Lu Ding, you can do nothing but cry."

"Zhaoyan." Zhaoyan shook his head. He didn't like the name "Luding" very much, and answered in a crying tone, "Zhao for Zhao, Yan for words, this is, my name."

"Stove cauldron." Xiao Su repeated as if against him.

Zhaoyan sniffled, even though his vision was blurred and he couldn't see Xiao Su's appearance clearly, the invisible deterrent force was clearly displayed in his eyes, so that he couldn't fight anymore, so he could only nod obediently: "Well, Furnace cauldron."

A smile appeared on Xiao Su's lips, and he hooked Zhaoyan's waist with one hand, and the black mist formed by the spell circled around their bodies, and the two of them disappeared in place in a flash.

The rest of the attendants looked at each other in blank dismay, because Zhaoyan annoyed Xiao Su so much but he was still alive.

"After all, it's a stove, as long as the body is easy to use, it can be favored by the superior, so there is no need to worry about the etiquette."

Other attendants reminded: "Do you dare to speak rashly about your lord's affairs?"

The servant who was reminded immediately fell silent, clenched the sword in his hand, and continued to patrol.

Zhaoyan didn't know how he suddenly moved from the yard to the bamboo forest.

He stopped crying immediately, lying in Xiao Su's arms, looking at the quiet and elegant environment around him in shock and curiosity.

The edge of the bamboo forest is a cliff, and beside it is a huge stone with two words carved on it, Hanshan.

Zhao Yan blinked his eyes, Han Shan, Han Gong...

It turns out that the Han Palace is in Hanshan, where Xiao Su lived.

Xiao Su let go of his arms around his waist: "Is there a gathering?"

Zhaoyan shook his head decisively and honestly.

Xiao Su kicked Zhaoyan's foot: "Keep your legs together, relax your body, and adjust your breath."

Zhaoyan hurriedly followed suit: "Do you want to teach me how to practice?"

"If you don't practice, you need to eat every day." A mischievous smile flashed in Xiao Su's eyes, "When the deity doesn't want to use you, you tell the deity that you have to go to the toilet."

After Zhaoyan heard this, his cheeks flushed immediately.His fingers were clenched awkwardly by his side, and his eyelashes trembled violently.

He glanced away uncomfortably, avoiding Xiao Su's playful eyes.