The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Your Majesty is already a demon, how else can he go mad." Zhexi said.

Feng Yue answered with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhexi, what I mean by being obsessed is not that you become a demon. The evil spirit is too strong, it is difficult to absorb in the body, and colliding with each other will not only hurt the body, but also easily make people lose their minds."

Zhexi Qinghan's eyes darkened: "He went crazy early tomorrow."

After Fengyue heard this, her expression gradually froze on her face.

She withdrew the spiritual power in her palm, glanced at the alchemy furnace to make sure there was no problem, then stared at Zhexi in surprise.

"Senior brother, were you just... talking about your lord?"

Zhexi glanced at Fengyue, Xu realized that he had spoken too seriously and controlled it a little, but his words were still sharp: "He did too many excessive things because of the furnace, and attacked Lingshan in order to save the furnace regardless of the safety of his disciples. , even ignoring his own life and death and confronting Yun Xiangyi, this is not dementia or anything."

"But that's why I feel that Your Majesty is like a human being." Fengyue couldn't agree with Zhe Xi, she remembered how His Majesty stood by the bed and cared for the past few days when delivering medicine for the stove, she smiled and bent her eyes, "My Majesty used to He has a lot of hostility, he is a high-ranking demon, with weak emotions, only revenge, giving people a sense of distance that is unattainable, I have never seen him show a different side for anyone.

But after the furnace came, His Majesty didn't seem so unkind anymore.He would joke with the furnace, peek at the furnace through a layer of gauze, just like a normal mortal, he would be happy because of the person he likes.I am very happy that the Luding Gangzun has recovered the seven emotions and six desires. "

Hearing this, Zhexi clenched the hand hanging by his side a little bit, and his breathing became heavier: "So, you also think that the furnace is special?"

"It's not that strong to me. I think Lu Ding is a young and beautiful child who knows little and has a simple mind." Fengyue didn't notice Zhexi's resentment, and answered seriously, "But for Your Majesty , he is special."

"...how special." Zhexi's clenched fists were trembling, "more important than our life and death?"

"What do you mean?" Fengyue didn't understand, "Senior Brother Zhexi, Your Majesty has been protecting us all this time."

Zhe Xi's face became more and more serious: "The furnace was entangled by Yun Xiangyi's spiritual power, he exposed our position. Your Majesty can't take him to Jinshan, because the furnace will bring him to Jinshan for the same reason. Danger.

But we have to stay with the furnace in a cold mountain that may be besieged at any time, and we are reduced to guarding the furnace.An insignificant waste, is it worth what we pay for him? "

"But Luding is also protecting Jinshan's disciples." Fengyue said, "He will not cause trouble to the new place only if he stays in Hanshan. He has attracted all the attention of the cultivators. After all, from the very beginning, Luding It is not the target of the immortal cultivator.

More importantly, Your Majesty is also here, with His Majesty's enchantment sitting in command, we don't have to be afraid. "

Zhexi didn't want to listen to any words from the side of the stove, and the unbearable gloom under Qinghan's face became more and more serious.

"Brother, don't you like the furnace?" Fengyue tried to ask, in the past Zhexi would not lose her composure like now, but when she encountered something related to the furnace, Zhexi suddenly became very aggressive.

Hearing this, Zhexi looked at Fengyue coldly.

Then, he suddenly pulled out a cold smile and admitted: "Yes, I have prejudice against him."

Fengyue looked at Zhexi worriedly: "Senior brother, you must never say that in front of your lord."

"I won't pretend to be close to the furnace."

"Your Majesty will be unhappy." Fengyue reminded.

Zhexi recalled the way Xiao Su looked coldly at her, and frowned, feeling uncontrollable discomfort and unwillingness in her heart.

He was therefore silent.

"Brother, have you already had a conflict with your lord?" Fengyue noticed that his expression was wrong and asked.

Zhexi still didn't open his mouth to answer.

Fengyue confirmed her guess, but she didn't know how to comfort her for a while.She paused: "Brother, go and apologize to Your Honor."

Zhexi turned around and looked at the row of medicine bottles in front of him, but his attention was not on the medicine.He refused: "I won't go."

Fengyue became anxious: "But for so many years, your lord has been guiding us with all your heart. I was just a maid, and your lord even sent someone to teach me how to make medicine. You are his close disciple, and he has spent more than a thousand years of energy on you. ?”

"I've also cared about him for thousands of years." Zhexi's tone was still strong, but the thorns all over his body had clearly receded a little, "Even."

"You have been together for thousands of years, how can you have a rift because of the furnace?" Fengyue comforted, "You are the most powerful arm of your lord, and now Hanshan is in danger, you should work together with your lord."

"..."

"Senior brother..." Fengyue looked at his back for a while, then thought of something, hurriedly approached the alchemy furnace, looked carefully, took out three alchemy pills from inside, and put them into a bottle.

"You can bring today's medicine to your lord." Fengyue put the medicine bottle between Zhexi's slender fingers, "Your lord's spiritual power has not recovered from the damage a few days ago, he needs this. You take this opportunity to apologize to him , Your Majesty will not blame you."

Zhexi's expression was a little loose, but he didn't move.

Fengyue hastily tugged on his sleeve: "Senior brother, you are the most satisfied disciple of Your Majesty. Now that Lingshan is targeting Your Majesty, do you even want to have conflicts with Your Majesty?"

"Let him carry it alone." When Zaoxi said this, he held the medicine bottle tightly.

After hesitating for a while, he started to walk straight towards the exit of the medicine room. He was so eager that he even forgot to take the medicine for his own injury.

It was Fengyue who remembered this, hurriedly took the medicine to treat the trauma, and sent it to Zhexi.

Zhexi probably knows where Xiao Su is.

In a blink of an eye, people have arrived near the cold palace.

He looked at the medicine in his hand, and the moment his long and narrow eyes dropped, he completely hid the slight tenderness that flickered in his eyes.

Take another step, approaching the Han Palace.

Zhexi's pace stopped immediately due to the sweet and greasy tripod fragrance pervading around him.

Then came the intermittent murmur of the furnace cauldron, soft and waxy, mixed with a slight cry.

Xiao Su is coaxing the stove.

His voice is low, magnetic, and playful.The tone hidden under the banter is an unbearable gentleness, but it sounds so harsh to Yu Zhexi.

If tens of thousands of fine needles are densely inserted into the ear, piercing the ear bone and eardrum.

Zhexi's hands trembled slightly.

He stood there for a long time, raised his head, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

What burned wantonly in his chest was jealousy, unwillingness, and pain. They contained the love hidden in his heart for thousands of years, and together they tossed the river and the sea, surging, hitting his internal organs with discomfort, nausea, and nausea.

The medicine bottle in his hand was squeezed tighter and tighter, and the joints were pale white.Then with a "click", the medicine bottle shattered in the palm of the palm, and the bright red blood flowed silently along the fingers.

He slowly shifted his gaze to the three medicines among the broken porcelain, in his usual haughty eyes there were imperceptible tears flickering under the moonlight.

He shouldn't have come.

But after so many years, you can let it go...

Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible, standing here with a shameless face, and being hit hard again.

Xiao Su.

Ah.

Xiao Su...

The next morning.

Zhao Yan turned over on the bed, and when his palms touched Xiao Su's hot chest, he relaxed his breathing, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Xiao Su gently rubbed his waist: "Are you still sore?"

Zhaoyan was too sleepy, and it took a long time before he gave an indistinct "hmm".

Xiao Su sneered, lowered his head and kissed his forehead: "It's useless on the bed, and it's useless under the bed. What do I want you to do?"

Even though Zhaoyan is still not sober at the moment, when he heard Xiao Su's complaint, he twisted his body in the other's arms unhappily to show his disapproval.

Xiao Su laughed aloud because of his behavior: "You didn't twist when I told you to twist, but now you twist ass."

Zhaoyan couldn't sleep anymore, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and looked at Xiao Su sleepily, his eyes full of sorrow, as if he was about to cry or not.

Seeing the situation, Xiao Su smiled more and more intensely, and hurriedly leaned over to kiss his pink cheek deeply: "Okay, okay, go to sleep."

Zhaoyan then closed his eyes again, slipped into his arms, and rested.

Xiao Su planned to accompany him, but after a while there was a knock on the door.Immediately afterwards, Zhexi's voice sounded: "Your Majesty, I will deliver medicine to you on Fengyue's behalf."

"En." Xiao Su responded.

His five fingers penetrated into Zhaoyan's soft black hair, and whispered: "You have a good rest, and the deity will come to see you at night. Don't run around when you wake up, huh?"

"I know." Zhaoyan heard that he was leaving, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes for the second time.

He raised his head and kissed Xiao Su on the cheek: "Aren't you going to have lunch with me?"

"The deity's spiritual power is damaged. I have been too busy taking care of you these days to repair it. Now that you are awake, the deity can't delay any longer."

"Okay." Zhaoyan nodded, "Then can I go find you?"

"Don't run around." Xiao Su refused, "Healing is not the same as meditation. If you get too close to the deity, you will get hurt."

Zhaoyan had no choice but to continue asking.He nodded: "then you, go."

Xiao Su covered him with the quilt, and sat up from the bed: "Yesterday, the bed board was knocked down by this deity. When you wake up, tell Fengyue to find someone to fix it."

"Okay." Zhao Yan hid half of his face in the quilt, the corners of his beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and the thick eyelashes drooped down, looking obedient and gentle.

Xiao Su resisted the urge to bite him.

After tidying up his clothes, Xiao Su opened the door and met Shang Zhexi's gaze.

Zhe Xi's attitude was obviously much better than last time, he handed over the medicine bottle: "Your Majesty."

"En." Xiao Su took it, and walked towards the cave where he usually practiced.

Zhexi couldn't tell from Xiao Su's attitude whether Xiao Su was still angry, so he took the initiative to say: "I was rude that day, please don't take it to heart."

"If you do your job well, the deity will naturally not do anything to you." The tone was the same as before.

Xiao Su really didn't care about it.

Zhexi's heart trembled, followed behind Xiao Su, glanced at the medicine bottle in Xiao Su's hand, and then forced himself to look away: "Thank you sir."

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