The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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When Yun Xiangyi heard the words, his hands froze.

He lowered his eyes to look at Zhaoyan, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Child?"

Zhaoyan rubbed away the tears with the back of his hand, tried his best to stop his sobs, and calmed down his voice: "...I have it, his child...me and his..."

Yun Xiangyi's expression didn't change, he stared at the other person for a while, then straightened up from the bed, pinched Zhaoyan's wrist, and felt his pulse.

The room was silent, and Zhaoyan's soft weeping could be faintly heard, like the pitiful whine of a kitten.

A few seconds later, Yun Xiangyi's eyes trembled slightly, and even his brows gradually condensed.

"Over a month." Yun Xiangyi said.

Zhao Yan pulled out his wrist from his icy fingers, as if he was so cold, he hid his wrist by his side, carefully gripping the bed tightly.

Yun Xiangyi moved his eyes downstream, stretched out his hand, and lifted Zhaoyan's quilt that he didn't know when he was covering him.

Zhaoyan's face flushed instantly, his eyes were closed in embarrassment, and his eyelashes trembled violently.

"But you are indeed a man." After Yun Xiangyi checked, he covered him with the quilt again, "Why is that?"

"I'm not, Furnace... I have no choice but to help you improve your spiritual power..."

Zhaoyan turned over in hiding, the feeling of his dignity being trampled on made his body curl up unstoppably in grief.

My heart was gripping fiercely, and the pain in my chest was so painful that I could hardly beat.

The man in front of him inspected him like an object, staring at him with indifference, and touching his fingers was as cold as he feared.

Tears flowed horizontally from the corners of the eyes, dripped into the hair on the temples, and seeped into the bedding against the cheeks.

"I like Xiao Su, I want to be with him like an ordinary couple, and he also said that he will always take care of me..." Zhao Yan's voice was full of pleading, he covered his tearful eyes with his arms, and his posture was humble And embarrassed, "I took a lot of medicine... He thought, to increase his spiritual power, I want to give him what he wants, but I can't...

I am not a furnace, in your... this world, I am a different kind, with fever, pheromones, mood swings, male body can conceive... But I am very happy, I met Xiao Su...

He knew I had a child, he didn't scold me, he was very happy..."

The more he talked, the more sour he felt in his heart, Zhao Yan really wanted Xiao Su to take him away, but Xiao Su was injured, Xiao Su's life and death were uncertain, Xiao Su could not come to him.

"I want to be with him..." Zhao Yan moved his arms covering his face, his body trembling from crying.

Under Yun Xiangyi's gaze, the thin back trembled slightly, and the blue and purple scars left on the skin were as eye-catching as the protruding shoulder blades.

"You are indeed a body of pure yin." Yun Xiangyi said, "I can't fully believe the wording that you are not a furnace."

Immediately, he slowly glanced away and remained expressionless.

After sitting by the bed for nearly a quarter of an hour, Yun Xiangyi finally got out of bed.The body turned into a cloud of white aura and disappeared in place.

Zhaoyan maintained a self-protective posture for a long time, until his arms were sore and half of his body was a little numb, he finally slowly raised his eyes.

Yun Xiangyi was no longer seen in Yu Guangzhong.

Sitting up from the bed stiffly, Zhao Yan looked around the room without seeing him, quickly wiped the cold tears off his cheeks with the back of his hand, picked up his clothes from under the bed, and put them back on for himself one by one.

When tidying up his sleeves, he touched the sugar bag inside, and he sniffed, his eyes turned red again.

After Zhe Mo and Zhe Yu received the news that Zhao Yan was captured by Yun Xiangyi, they hurried from Hanshan to Lingshan.

"Your Majesty has met Yun Xiangyi, the situation is not favorable." Zhe Yu tilted his head to look at Zhe Mo while he was controlling his sword.

Last time he bound Zhemo's body with a body-fixing curse, hugged him for a long time, and coaxed him for a long time, seeing that Zhemo didn't seem to be angry anymore, he lifted the curse on him.

Unexpectedly, after Zhemo regained his freedom, he was seriously injured.

Later Zhe Yu was whipped by Xiao Su because of Zhao Yan's incident, and he recovered after a long time of rest.

But during the recovery period, Zhemo never came to see him.

Even if the two of them are traveling together now, Zhe Mo will not set his sights on him.

Talk, the other side also ignores.

Zhe Yu waited for a long time but did not get a response, Yinmei's face became more and more gloomy, staring at the side face of the other party for a long time, all the helplessness turned into a sigh, confided from the delicate lips.

After flying for a certain distance in the direction of Lingshan, Zhemo felt the strong evil spirit belonging to Xiao Su, and stopped Yujian.

Xiao Su's figure stepped on the long sword and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"My lord." Zhe Mo saluted.

Zhe Yu was disturbed by this sound, and hurriedly saluted: "Your Majesty."

"Where are you going?" Xiao Su frowned.

"When I received the news that Lu Ding was captured, I was rushing to Lingshan to investigate the news." Zhe Mo replied.

When Xiao Su heard this, his pupils constricted instantly.

Anger is rampant.

Suddenly, a stern smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was low: "In this case, let the disciples go out. Burn, kill, loot, and snatch the spiritual weapons of cultivating immortals, do whatever you want. Oh, let's start from Cangxue Town , When you see the disciples of cultivating immortals, do it, let them revenge if they have hatred, and revenge if they have grievances. How can immortal cultivators treat them, how can they return it."

Zhemo and Zhexi opened their eyes wide because of shock: "My lord..."

"None of the three thousand disciples of Luomei Hall survived." Xiao Su didn't want to hear any words of obstruction, and his voice was sombre as if it came from hell, "The thirteen sects that were the mainstay in Cangxue Town were also destroyed overnight by this deity, and the rest Beast, don't tell me that you can't solve it."

Zhemo took the order: "Your cultivation base has been damaged, so be careful."

Zhe Yu followed up and said, "I'll go back and inform the disciples of Jinshan, just do whatever Your Majesty wants, and Zhemo and I will protect the safety of the disciples."

"Leave a hundred disciples to go to the cold mountain with the deity." After Xiao Su instructed this sentence, he raised his eyes, and the boundless sky and blue sky were reflected in the dark eyes.

The clouds revealed a deathly paleness, and the wind was so cold that it seemed to scratch the skin on his face.The peace of the world is trampled under his feet, and it is up to him to decide whether every plant and plant can survive today.

He looked as indestructible as ever, and he still looked as contemptuous and arrogant as he was a thousand years ago.

When he was full of hatred, Xiao Sutian was not afraid of anything, causing the world to turn upside down, ruining the so-called peace that thousands of cultivators dreamed of, and it was just a matter of thought for him.

But now Xiao Su's usual wild eyes and brows drooped little by little amidst the crazily pervasive panic in his chest.

The source of all this is that his furnace was captured.

A group of demons danced wildly at the foot of Lingshan, and the spells in the air sucked the cultivation of the guards of Lingshan.Amidst the screams, the evil spirit was surging, and the red light of the runes was flickering.

The black fog climbed up from the ground, eroding the foot of the Lingshan Mountain, where everything grows, every minute.All the surrounding flowers withered, and the trees suddenly shriveled and collapsed.

The hot wind scatters, and it seems like a ball of fire is burning towards the sky.

"Quickly inform the Immortal Venerable." Xuan Ye received the news from the foot of the Lingshan Mountain, and while rushing to the foot of the mountain, he asked Ziran to go to the Lingdian Hall to find Yun Xiangyi.

Ziran got the order, his body turned into aura and disappeared, and when his body reappeared, he was already standing at the gate of the Spirit Hall.

"Xianzun, something has happened! The demon cultivator besieged Lingshan, and the guards couldn't hold it anymore!" Zi Ran's voice was urgent, and he patted on the gate of the Spirit Hall, quickly and forcefully.

In the hall, Zhaoyan heard the word "Maxiu", and immediately raised his head from his bent knees, his brown eyes flickering.

He rolled over and got out of bed, ran to the door and opened it.

The moment their eyes met, both of them were taken aback.

"You..." Zi Ran blinked blankly, "Where did I meet you?"

Zhaoyan's memory was brought back to the time they met in Zangxue Town by Ziran's face, he was stunned for a while, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head.

"Why are you in the immortal's room?" Zi Ran blinked his eyes in confusion, and when he smelled the vaguely sweet smell in the air, he suddenly realized, "You have become an immortal?" The cauldron?!"

Zhaoyan pursed his lips, trying to avoid the topic: "You just said, Moxiu..."

"Ah, yes!" Zi Ranjing reminded, and suddenly remembered that he was busy with business, "Is the Immortal Venerable in the Spirit Hall, I have something to ask him."

Zhaoyan looked back at the empty room, and replied affirmatively, "Not here."

"Okay." Ziran scratched the back of his head, thinking of the second place, he quickly turned around, "I'll go to the cave to find him."

Ziran seemed really anxious, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, no longer caring about exploring Zhaoyan's origin and the reason for appearing in the Hall of Spirits.

Seeing him leaving, Zhaoyan poked his head out of the door, looked around for a long time, then mustered up the courage to lift up the hem of his clothes and quickly ran in the opposite direction when he came.

The magician is here.

He is going down the mountain.

He is going to find Xiao Su.

Xiao Su is not dead, right? Xiao Su must have come to pick him up...

At this time, the disciples of Lingshan were in a hurry, and the mountain was filled with the evil spirit of demon cultivators.Zhao Yan's meager spiritual power is hidden in it, and the spiritual energy of the immortal cultivator lingering all over his body due to being too close to Yun Xiangyi has not attracted the attention of others.

He was bumped many times along the way, but unlike Han Shan, the disciples of Ling Shan would bow down to apologize to him first, and then walk down the mountain with their swords in hand.

Zhaoyan stumbled all the way, followed the crowd down, looking for Moxiu's figure.

Lingshan disciples could reach the foot of the mountain within half a stick of incense, but Zhaoyan walked for almost half an hour.

His face was flushed with exhaustion, and beads of sweat were beading on his forehead.Lingshan was steep, and when he descended to the point where his legs were sore and he was almost unable to stand still, he finally saw a flat land in the distance.

A group of white-clothed disciples from Lingshan stood on it, their long swords out of their sheaths.

Xuan Ye stood behind Yun Xiangyi, looking down at the scene down the mountain.

The sound of fighting continued in my ears.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd, the moment Zhaoyan raised his eyes, he heard Xiao Su's voice mixed with strong spiritual power, so arrogant and provocative, Zhaoyan smiled and rolled his eyes, with tears glistening in his eyes.

"Don't you care about the common people, don't you have the world in mind, if so many lives can't be exchanged for the furnace of the deity, you are just a pretending hypocrite."

Facing Xiao Su's words, Yun Xiangyi did not change his face, but the long sword in his hand was tightly clenched by his slender five fingers when the sound came out.

"I should have killed you long ago, Xiao Su."