The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Xiao Su kept staring at his expression blankly, and didn't make unnecessary reactions.

He seemed to fall into a deep sleep again, his eyes as deep as the night clearly reflected Zhao Yan's figure at this moment, but it looked dark, lifeless and gloomy.

Zhao Yan didn't have much strength in his body, he leaned on the other's shoulder and kissed him several times, Xiao Su's hand on his waist didn't move a little away.

Zhaoyan, who was unconscious, couldn't think about why Xiao Su continued to maintain a cold attitude, and cried out anxiously.

"I'll give it to you, touch my glands for you..." Zhao Yan lowered his head with red eyes, showing the snow-white skin in Xiao Su's eyes, and said while wiping away tears, "I won't hide anymore... If you kiss it, I'm not afraid..."

The glands are the source of the peach smell, it is so rich and fragrant that it sends out seductive signals wantonly in front of Xiao Su.

Like a beautiful male peacock with its tail open to attract a mate, like a ring-tailed lemur producing its own fragrance to woo a female, at this time omega no longer has any sense of propriety, righteousness and shame, and is begging his sweetheart instinctively.

Xiao Su finally moved in that sweet breath.

He slowly lowered his eyes, stared at the source of the sweetness for a long time, then leaned closer again, smelling it.

At first Xiao Su liked it.

He even blinked his eyes curiously, fondly rubbed the tip of his nose against the opponent's rear gland for a long time, greedily enjoying the olfactory feast.

The trembling reaction of Zhaoyan in his arms also made him feel familiar, and the sense of security brought by this familiarity was enough to make Xiao Su relax completely.

But as the pheromone penetrated deep into his nose, and penetrated into the chaotic brain, constantly stimulating the sealed consciousness, Xiao Su began to feel uncomfortable.

It was as if someone was using a blunt knife to keep cutting the soft flesh that was wrapped around his original memory. Every time a small part was split, there was blood dripping and the pain was unbearable.

Xiao Su frowned suddenly, and cold sweat dripped down his face.He gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

Even so, the tip of his nose sticking to the back of Zhaoyan's neck never moved away, and the hand on Zhaoyan's waist tightened more and more, without any intention of driving him away.

Even Xiao Su could feel that this smell was the main reason for his discomfort.

"Yanyan..." Xiao Su suddenly called his name, his voice trembling because he tried his best to endure the great pain, "Yanyan."

"Well, I'm here, I'm here." Zhao Yan could wait to respond, he used his hands to cling to Xiao Su's arm that was across his neck and held his shoulder to support his body, and kissed tearfully through a layer of clothing With strong muscles, he answered the words with tears in his eyes, "Xiao Su...can you, don't get angry with me tomorrow, and give me a hug first tonight..."

The voice overlapped with the voice of the figure revealed in my mind under the invasion of pheromones...

The strong sense of familiarity made Xiao Su's heart tremble.

It is almost complete, and one more thing, the figure he longs to see and recognize in his consciousness is about to become clear...

Xiao Su violently pushed Zhaoyan down on the bed, staring fixedly at his tear-stained but blushing little face.

Trying to concentrate on the mental discrimination that seems impossible to concentrate, the pupils of the eyes tightened bit by bit under the stimulation brought by Zhaoyan.

Beautiful almond eyes, wet eyelashes as if they had never been dry, red nose, and full and bright red lips, this is what people in the mist should look like, they are the same thin, the same docile, the same poor...

They are all called words.

Zhaoyan cooperatively reached out to reach him, and tried to raise his head to kiss Xiao Su's lips.Kissing each other's hot lips, Zhao Yan smiled contentedly and rolled his eyes.

The tears that were originally swirling in the eye sockets flowed under such gentle squeezing, slipped through the corners of the eyes, and smeared on the temples.

Xiao Su pressed him down, wanting to take another look at his face.

Zhao Yan thought he was rejected, so he pestered Xiao Su pitifully and shamelessly begging: "Kiss again, Xiao Su, I want to kiss again..."

He couldn't take it anymore, the febrile period was tossing too hard, and his desire for comfort was above all else.

He twisted his body in dissatisfaction, trying to break free from Xiao Su's hand that was pressing him on the bed.

But Xiao Su didn't let it go, Zhao Yan frowned because of this, and he flattered him with tears in his eyes: "Can you please let go first, I want to hug you...you touch my belly, it's so hot, it's about to burn It's..."

Xiao Su recognized him clearly.

Xiao Su finally bowed his head and kissed him.

Not as proficient as before, and there is a feeling of struggling against mechanical reactions, but these are enough.

Zhaoyan relaxed his body comfortably, and tightly wrapped his arms around Xiao Su's back without letting go.

"Mind your own business!" Zhexi shook off Zhemo's hand, her eyes were cold and gloomy.

Zhemo turned to face him, his face still calm: "What did you do to Your Majesty?"

Zhe Xi's expression froze when asked, he glanced at him as if dodging: "What can I do to Your Majesty."

"I can't feel your majesty's evil spirit." Zhemo stared at him, "It seems to be suppressed by some inferior medicine. When I stood at the door of the cold palace, I smelled the medicine smell coming from the room, hidden under the sandalwood medicinal taste."

"And now." Zhemo said, suddenly stepped forward to get closer to Zhexi, lowered his eyes and took a deep breath lingering around Zhexi, "Brother, you have it too."

Zhexi took a step back to distance himself from him, and said seriously: "The medicine was given to me by Fengyue and handed over to Your Majesty, I will take care of you personally for a day, wouldn't it be normal for it to be contaminated with the smell?"

"You lied to me that His Majesty is in a coma."

"He is indeed in a coma, or maybe he is awake. I am being pulled out by you now, how do I know." Zhe Xi frowned, "Are you willing to believe that the furnace is still questioning me? If His Majesty is not in a coma, he heard that we are making noise outside , will sit idly by?"

Zhemo saw a trace of panic on Zhexi's face, and he said again: "What you said is not unreasonable, but the hiding eyes of senior brother made me suspicious. What do you mean by closing the stove outside the door? "

"I told you, Your Majesty doesn't want to see him!" Zhexi yelled louder, "If you are suspicious, go ask Your Majesty what it means to pester me? Could it be that even you have been fascinated by that cauldron?" Xinqiao, stand on his side and stand up for him?"

"It's not me who was fascinated." Zhemo stared into Zhexi's eyes, "Your Majesty's evil spirit leaked out and burned the back mountain, can you tell me the reason?"

Zhemo's voice has not changed, his tone has not changed, and he has always maintained that calm appearance.

This obviously angered Zhexi.

"Are you questioning me?" The long and narrow eyelids were raised, eyes full of hatred, "Zhemo, have you forgotten your identity? I am the eldest disciple of Your Majesty, what right do you have to question me!"

"I respectfully call you Senior Brother because of Your Majesty." Zhemo said, "But now you have committed the following crimes against Your Majesty's will, disrespecting Your Majesty..."

"You are not your lord, how do you know that I violated your lord's will?" Zhexi abruptly interrupted Zhemo's words, "It's too ridiculous for you to pretend to be affectionate!"

"The furnace cauldron is the heart of the Supreme Being." Zhe Mo slightly emphasized his tone, his eyes were a little sullen, "I will not mention your disrespectful behavior in the cave today in the future, and I hope my brother will not make mistakes again."

After speaking, he took a final look at Zhexi, looked away, turned and left.

"You look so noble, you really think I can't see Zhe Yu's nasty thoughts?" Zhe Xi sneered, his weakness was stabbed, how could he not fight back, "Zhe Yu likes you, nothing more than It's because you have a face that is very similar to mine. After being my substitute for so long, why do you still have a sense of superiority?"

Zhemo's hand hanging by his side gradually clenched.

He turned his back to Zhexi, raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and sighed: "Your Majesty, it is an offense for you to take advantage of the situation. Between me and Zheyu, I folded How Yu is, how Zhe Yu treats me, it has nothing to do with Senior Brother."

"I ridiculed you, and it has nothing to do with you." Zhexi glanced at him contemptuously, "As you said, you and I are all vulgar things, and there is no respect for gold, gold, or holiness. If I scold you, it's not a crime, it's more a crime." No offense."

Zhemo's eyelashes trembled, he closed his eyes tightly, and gradually frowned: "Senior Brother, you have become crazy and become a demon."

Zhexi also seemed to be aware of his gaffe, but his attitude remained the same, and he even shook his sleeve angrily: "It's not up to you to talk about the matter between me and my lord, so don't talk too much by my side, and you and I won't get along. It's not fun."

Zhe Mo stood there for a while, not answering.

Then he turned around suddenly and walked in the direction of Han Gong.

Zhexi followed his back with eyes, and asked in surprise, "What are you going to do?"

"Stay in the cold palace, and wait for the Venerable to come out tomorrow. I will find Fengyue to feel the pulse of the Venerable."

Zhexi's folding fan went directly across Zhemo's neck, he gritted his teeth: "You want to die!"

"Why are you so angry?" Zhe Mo dodged to avoid it, "Could it be that you really did something wrong to your lord, so you blocked me from seeing your lord again and again?"

"Since you have doubts in your heart, it seems that I can't stop it even if I want to." The matter has come to this point, and Zhexi can't hide it, so he chooses to break the can, "I advise you not to interfere with me, I will spare you."

Zhe Mo heard this, and opened his eyes in disbelief: "Brother, you have lived with me for thousands of years, and now you say such things because of one incident, is it too hurtful?"

"Thousands of years are nothing..." Zhexi shook his head and denied, and the spiritual power on his fan gradually gathered, "The time I spend with you day and night is far longer than the time with you, but isn't it because of a furnace?" , Speak words that will never forgive me lightly!"

"He has only been here for a few days, how could he easily bewitch the lord, sow dissension, and let the lord annoy me and punish me!" Zhexi smiled wryly, and when he raised his eyelids again, his eyes were scarlet, "I will never, absolutely not!" Let you ruin my business! For the sake of you and me, I will give you another chance now, go back, pretend you don't know anything, and I will let you go."

"Or," the front part of Zhexi's fan began to be as sharp as a blade, facing Zhemo horizontally, "If you continue to be obsessed with obsession, then don't blame me for killing you."

Zhe Mo's eyes narrowed dangerously, he raised his hand, turned his palm, the silver needle in his palm glowed cold and faintly under the moonlight.

"I am not the one who is not awake." Zhe Mo looked at Zhe Xi coldly, "Now you are the one who is stuck in the quagmire and cannot wake up from a dream."

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