The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhexi raised her eyelids, and her eyes fell on Zhaoyan's neck brace for a while, then she glanced away, her eyes gradually darkened.

When we arrived near the Luomei Pavilion, the sun was already rising.

When Zhao Yan turned around, he suddenly found that the faces of the people around him had changed.

He hastily tightened Xiao Su's hand, which had been holding him firmly all the time, flustered because he was different from the big troops: "Then what about my face?"

"No one here knows you, and your spiritual deity has helped you suppress it." The evil spirit on Xiao Su's body has also been completely restrained, and the face is the same as the one in Cangxue Town last time. It is ordinary, strange, and his eyes Both the lips and the corners of the mouth carry an evil spirit that will never disappear.

"Yeah." Zhaoyan let go of his hanging heart, "Okay, I know."

"What do you know?" Xiao Su thought Zhao Yan's inexplicably serious appearance was funny, raised his eyebrows and asked back.

"You guys have to cover your face so that no one can recognize you." Zhao Yan looked up at Xiao Su, "But I don't need it, because no one knows my identity."

Xiao Su didn't know whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied and smiled, but he didn't reply, he dragged Zhaoyan and continued to walk forward, followed by Zhexi and three disciples.

This place is different from Cangxue Town, the people who come and go around are wearing Taoist robes and holding swords in their palms.

There are no noisy people, no bustling small vendors on the street, the atmosphere is lifeless and very lonely.

As Zhaoyan walked, he couldn't help but lighten his steps, for fear of breaking the cleanliness and attracting the attention of others.

After walking for a long time, they found an inn for practitioners to rest.

After entering the room, Xiao Su pulled Zhaoyan to sit down.

Zhexi stepped forward to pick up a teacup, and after carefully cleaning the cup with water from the teapot, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xiao Su gently.

Xiao Su took the teacup, swirled the light yellow water in the cup, put it to his lips and sipped it.

Disgusted, the next second he pushed the teacup in front of Zhaoyan: "You have a taste."

Zhaoyan obediently took a sip of the teacup with both hands, and then took a second sip.

After walking for such a long time, Xiao Su and the others, who have long been non-human beings, will not feel thirsty, but Zhao Yan will.

He poured tea into his mouth "gurgling", but the teacup emptied within a few seconds.

"Thank you, it's delicious." Zhao Yan wiped off the water stains on his lips with the back of his hand, because he thought Xiao Su was very caring, so his eyes were crooked and he smiled beautifully.

Xiao Su was confused for no reason, he took Zhao Yan's cup and threw it aside: "Idiot."

Zhaoyan looked at him for no reason, then at the cup, not knowing why Xiao Su was angry again, and lowered his eyes and dared not speak.

After a long silence in the room, Xiao Su asked Zhexi, "Is everything ready?"

"Disciples are already making arrangements." Zhexi replied, "He Xiaochuan Shenshi, the owner of Luomei Pavilion, will gather many famous cultivators from Luomei Pavilion to hold a meeting in Wuhe on the matter of exterminating demon cultivators.

Once the conference is over, He Xiaochuan will definitely take this opportunity to meet some practitioners in private, accept their gifts, and do some shady things for them. "

"Gift." Xiao Su's eyes fell on Zhe Xi.

Zhexi met his gaze, and the invisible barrier that separated everyone in Qinghan's eyes gradually dissipated: "Yes."

Xiao Su pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes were a little more playful: "You do it yourself?"

Zhe Xi turned his gaze away: "What can I do, I can use the hands of others to get my revenge."

"It's hard to imagine." Xiao Su's tone was teasing, "Everyone thinks that big disciple Hanshan is not humane, and they don't know what he looks like in disguise, even the deity can't help being curious."

Zhe Xi was teased by him, a slight sullenness mixed with shame intertwined in his heart, he clenched his fists, but because the other party was Xiao Su, he endured the discomfort: "I will continue to take care of this matter, to make sure nothing goes wrong."

Xiao Su waved his hand, allowing him to back down.

After Zhexi left, the restraint that lingered all over Zhaoyan's body finally faded away slowly.

He asked Xiao Su: "Is there something going on tonight?"

"Sit down." Xiao Su didn't reply directly.

Zhaoyan knew what he meant, and quickly got up from the seat obediently, and sat on Xiao Su's lap.

"He Xiaochuan captured Zhexi's close relatives in the name of beheading the demon cultivator." Xiao Su put his arms around Zhaoyan's waist, and then he was in the mood to answer his question, "Zhexi has outstanding looks, and so does his mother.

He Xiaochuan imprisoned Zhexi's mother for several days, and abused her to death. This hatred has accumulated in Zhexi's heart for thousands of years.

Now his cultivation can finally rival He Xiaochuan, so he came here to take his life. "

"Ah." Zhaoyan opened his eyes wide, "He Xiaochuan, you are not a good person."

"There are no good people." Xiao Su said, "The entire world of cultivating immortals is filthy, the higher the position and weight, the more vicious and cruel."

Zhao Yan lowered his eyes with a half understanding, carefully thinking about Xiao Su's words.

A few seconds later, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "You are not a good person either."

When Xiao Su heard this, his eyes darkened: "Indeed."

Zhaoyan smiled and slipped into his arms: "But I still like you."

Xiao Su was stunned for a moment, and there was a smile in his eyes.

He tilted his head and bit Zhao Yan's soft face: "In terms of hooking up with this deity, you are really talented, who did you learn from? Or is Lu Ding inherently obscene and good at charming people's hearts?"

Zhaoyan immediately blushed, and the tips of his ears were hot.

His eyes were lowered, his appearance was obedient, his fingers were twisted together, and he let Xiao Su's teeth grind his cheeks: "Omega, don't be lewd."

"Heh." Xiao Su's low smile came to Zhao Yan's ears, and his hand ran around Zhao Yan's waist, "I have grown flesh, face, waist, and stomach."

Xiao Su didn't have much strength, so he felt Zhaoyan comfortably leaning on his shoulder, and unconsciously leaned towards Xiao Su's neck to sniff, looking for the sandalwood he was familiar with.

Having found it, the smile in Zhaoyan's eyes deepened little by little.He happily kissed Xiao Su's Adam's apple, his lips were soft.

"With a well-behaved and innocent face, his posture is beyond the reach of even a young lady." The itch in his throat made Xiao Su's eyes darken, he pinched Zhaoyan's cheek, and kissed Zhaoyan's disobedient lips.

"Are you hungry? The deity asked the inn to prepare some staple food for you." Xiao Su said while tasting his soft glutinous rice.

Zhao Yan thinks of greasy food, and for some reason, feels uncomfortable in his stomach.

He shook his head quickly: "I don't want to eat."

Xiao Su frowned in surprise: "No appetite, or feeling unwell?"

Zhaoyan stretched out his hand to touch his stomach, and said puzzledly, "I'm a little hungry, and I don't have the appetite to eat meat."

"Then prepare some vegetable food." With that said, Xiao Su pulled Zhao Yan off his body.

"I don't want to eat this either." Zhao Yan held Xiao Su back, preventing him from going out.

His cheeks were flushed, and his eyelashes were trembling: "You hug me and sleep for a while. I want to rest."

"You seem to get sleepy easily recently." Xiao Su spread out his palms and ordered, "Give me your hand and feel your pulse."