The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhexi's long and narrow peach eyes became darker and darker because of Zhemo's words, and the murderous intent in his pupils permeated wantonly, and there was no possibility of suppressing it.

The folding fan attacked Zhemo, and its owner's cold face was full of disdain and annoyance: "Why do you criticize me? You are self-righteous, hypocritical, and disgusting."

The five silver needles in Zhemo's palm shot towards the folding fan that was attacking him, and the folding fan turned in Zhexi's hand to avoid the silver needles perfectly, and he immediately attacked for the second time.

"Senior brother, it's not that there is no room for maneuver when you turn around now." The sharp edge of the folding fan almost brushed Zhemo's neck with the evil spirit. He is not very good at close combat, especially in front of people who are more cultivated than himself. Mo Zang struggled a bit, "Your Majesty cultivated you for a thousand years, taught you how to practice, helped you to avenge, and gave you a place to live. Could it be that the thousand-year teacher's kindness can't compare to your selfishness?"

Zhexi's figure froze slightly when he heard the word "selfishness".

"Everyone has the urge to make mistakes." Zhe Mo noticed the change in the expression of the other party, and seized the opportunity, "You take the initiative to admit your mistakes to the Venerable, and this matter will be over soon. At that time, you will still be the eldest disciple of the Venerable. Han Shan has high morals and high prestige. Han Shan needs your service, and the world's demon cultivators also need your protection."

Hearing this, Zhexi raised her eyes to look at the brightly lit cold palace in the distance, and her eyes flickered.

Since he can remember, he has been following behind Xiao Su.

What kind of person is Xiao Su?He is tall and slender, with outstanding appearance, and his cultivation base is profound, so powerful that he once covered the sky with one hand.

He couldn't help but feel admiration for Xiao Su.

Admiration gradually turned into admiration when Xiao Su gazed down at him playfully.

Admiration gradually turns into love in the day-to-day relationship with each other.

His eyes began to follow Xiao Su uncontrollably.

When Xiao Su leaned over and scolded him while adjusting his practice posture, Zhe Xi would blush because of the hot breath of the other party who was too close.

Xiao Su took in a new disciple, Zhe Mo, and when he brought Zhe Mo to him, he would feel jealous, so annoyed that he wanted to push Zhe Mo off the cold mountain countless times, and let him die.

Xiao Su praised him for his fast cultivation speed, and he would happily and proudly raise his head to show his excellence, telling everyone that only he is qualified to stand by Xiao Su's side with a sharp and haughty gesture.

He loves Xiao Su, he loves Xiao Su naively, but no matter how evil thoughts are in his mind in the past, he has never really practiced them.He just wants to be Xiao Su's most outstanding right-hand man and help Xiao Su realize his desire for revenge. As long as he can see Xiao Su every day, he will be satisfied...

And now, now...

In a daze, a sticky peach breath was blown into the nostrils by the slight chill evening wind, the memories were instantly shattered, and the seeds of regret that had just sprouted in my heart were instantly destroyed.

The somewhat confused expression a second ago was replaced by a vicious expression at this moment.

"Stop talking sweet words." Zhexi's offensive resumed, "Can you accept that the person you like has fun with others? Can you be so generous that you can watch him hug other people every day? You don't know anything about pretending to be noble and stalwart." !"

Zhe Mo was caught off guard by his sudden folding fan and hit his shoulder, and took a few steps back to stabilize his body.

He raised his eyes, met Shang Zhexi's gaze, and gave the answer: "I can't do it."

Zhexi sneered, his eyes full of contempt: "Hypocrisy."

"So I withdrew." Zhemo continued, "Why bother to bind yourself."

Zhexi was already unwilling to listen to any persuasive words from him.

The evil energy on the fan became more and more intense, and every time Zhemo's body brushed against Zhemo's body, it would bring neat scratches to the opponent's clothes.Immediately afterwards, the blood permeated the black robe, and the fishy smell floated in the air little by little, almost suppressing the pheromone smell in the wind.

Zhemo glanced at his wound with downcast eyes, the tearing pain accompanied by the discomfort of being burned by the fire burst out in his chest, arms, and abdomen.

He didn't hold back anymore, five silver needles with spiritual power floated in his palm, and spread at double the speed visible to the naked eye, and the surrounding evil spirit gradually condensed into dense black needles, launching an offensive day and night.

The folding fan Zhexi used to repel the silver needles was punctured, and the needles that slipped through the net rushed straight towards his face.

Zhexi quickly turned her head, a bloodstain was drawn on her face, and the needle stuck on the tree behind her.

He stood on the spot, curled up his five fingers, and wiped away the blood stains flowing along the skin with the skin at the joints, his eyes became darker and darker.

In the middle of the night, the door of the Han Palace was pushed open vigorously.

Zhexi clenched the fan dripping with blood, and staggered step by step towards the bed where Zhaoyan and Xiao Su were.

Zhaoyan was fast asleep at this time.

He leaned against Xiao Su's arms, curled up in the other's arms, his little face was blushing, and half of it was hidden in Xiao Su's chest.

Xiao Su also closed his eyes, wrapped his arms firmly around Zhaoyan, his chin rested on the top of Zhaoyan's soft hair, breathing evenly, and seemed to be sleeping very peacefully.

The quilt only covers the stomachs of the two, and Zhexi can have a panoramic view of their cuddling posture.

The fading fragrance of the tripod in the air, as well as the scattered clothes of the two of them, all of these stimulated him fiercely.

"My lord." Zhexi's voice was slightly hoarse.

Xiao Su who heard his voice frowned.

Zhexi raised the volume: "My lord!"

Xiao Su slowly raised his eyelids, revealing dark and deep eyes.

Zhe Xi stretched out his hand to him, and smiled a little: "Come here, hold me."

Xiao Su's reaction this time was very slow.

He looked down at the sleeping person in his arms, hesitated for a long time, then moved his arms, let go of Zhaoyan, and got out of bed.

He stretched out his hand and took Zao Xi's blood-stained hand.

Zhexi tilted her head and smiled, the smile was extraordinarily weird because of the crimson scratch.

"Kill him, let's leave Hanshan together." The rope on Zhexi's wrist exuded evil spirits, echoing the medicine in Xiao Su's body.

Xiao Su moved slowly and turned to face Zhaoyan.

"You only need a little bit of spiritual power to crush this mind-confusing furnace." Zhexi urged, "I don't want to see him again."

Xiao Su was obviously resisting this instruction, even though his words were sluggish, he still tried his best to speak: "I want to look at him."

Zhexi's pupils constricted suddenly, but he forcibly endured the panic welling up in his chest, and maintained a grim smile on his face: "Why, why... shouldn't you listen to me?"

"Looking at him makes me happy." Xiao Su's eyes never moved away from Zhao Yan's blushing face.

"Kill him!" Zhexi's tone became more serious, emotionally broken, "Xiao Su, I order you."

The spiritual power lingering around the red rope is getting stronger and stronger, stimulating the effect of the medicine.

Xiao Su's head hurt like a needle prick because of his words, he frowned suddenly, covered his temples with both hands, endured until his forehead turned red and the veins were clearly visible.

Zhexi's expression froze.

He quickly stretched out his arms to hug Xiao Su, and softened his tone: "I'm sorry, does it hurt? I'll rub it for you."

But Xiao Su waved away Zhe Xi's hand that touched his face.

The touch is not the touch in memory, Xiao Su doesn't like it.

Zhexi was shocked by his actions.

He looked in disbelief at Xiao Su, whose eyes were dull, but seemed to have his own consciousness. The budding panic spread from the heart, and spread to the four bones with the gradual acceleration of the heartbeat.

"You... push me..." Zhexi's gaze shifted from Xiao Su to the red rope on his wrist, then he suddenly remembered something, looked down at his belt, took out a medicine from it, and handed it to Xiao Su's lips, "Here, you eat it."

Xiao Su was obedient this time, he opened his mouth and held it.

Zhaoyan moved at this moment.

He closed his eyes and touched around the bed. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the warmth he was looking for, and his eyelashes trembled uneasily.

"Xiao Su..." Zhao Yan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, sat up from the bed with a sleepy face, his blurred vision gradually reflected the figures of Xiao Su and Zhe Xi.

Xiao Su spat out the medicine in his mouth, stepped forward to Zhaoyan's side, and put his arms around Zhaoyan's body, but his posture was weird and stiff.

Zhexi's eyes were scarlet because of this, he grabbed Xiao Su's sleeve, his tone was tense, pleading: "Let go of him, you hugged the wrong person, Xiao Su."

Xiao Su looked down at Zhaoyan again as if confirming, shook his head, and said in affirmation, "It's Yanyan."

Zhaoyan could sense that Zhe Xi's mood was not right, half of the other's face was covered with blood, and the white fan in his hand was broken, and the strong smell of blood on it made people feel uncomfortable in their stomachs and wanted to vomit.

Zhexi was rejected, and looked at Zhaoyan with more disgust.

He slowly let go of the hand holding Xiao Su's sleeve, and tried to calm down his tone: "Xiao Su, you go out first. Lu and I...I have something to talk to Yanyan."

Such an order is acceptable to Xiao Su.

He let go of Zhaoyan, turned around and walked towards the gate of the Han Palace.

Zhaoyan quickly grabbed his five fingers, lifted the quilt and got off the bed: "I, I will go too..."

He didn't want to stay alone with Zhexi, Zhexi's appearance at this time was too scary, and when did Xiao Su start listening to Zhexi like this...

it's wired……

"Stop." Zhexi's cold voice came from behind Zhaoyan, Zhaoyan was terrified, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.

"I don't want to talk to you." Zhaoyan shook his head, his eyes were reddened.He wanted to hide in Xiao Su's arms, but his arm was suddenly grabbed, and then he was roughly pulled away from Xiao Su's arms.

Xiao Su stopped walking.

"Just talk for a while." Zhe Xi smiled, "I'll return the words to you soon."

"I don't want..." Zhao Yan wanted to shake off his hand, but the strength of the other party was so strong that it almost crushed his hand bones, and he couldn't break free at all, "Xiao Su, I don't want to talk to Zhexi...why do you look like Something is wrong, can you tell me what happened?"

Xiao Su's breathing gradually became heavier, and his expression appeared irritable under the struggle.

Zhexi saw the other party hesitate, the strong despair that Xiao Su would leave him and no longer belong to him gradually filled all his emotions.

Like crazy, Zhexi couldn't take it any longer, he slapped Zhaoyan's back, nearly [-]% of his spiritual power remaining after fighting Zhemo, ruthlessly exerted on a pregnant omega with only a thin body shield of evil spirit.