The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Severe pain came from the place where it was attacked, and the evil spirit burned the skin, as if that piece of skin was rotten and scorched...

Zhaoyan spat out a mouthful of blood, couldn't stand anymore and fell to the ground.

Xiao Su's pupils suddenly tightened, trembling in their sockets.

He quickly squatted down, hugged Zhaoyan into his arms, and called him hoarsely: "Yanyan..."

The pain in his head was severe in an instant, and his heart seemed to be pulled hard by someone, and he didn't let go until it was dripping with blood. The pain made his arm holding Zhaoyan tremble.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhaoyan's forehead, and the blood on his face faded.He slowly raised his hand to cover his stomach, opened his mouth, and breathed weakly: "Xiao...Xiao Su...stomach, nothing can happen..."

Xiao Su heard his words, resisted the discomfort of a splitting headache, put his hands on his abdomen, and felt the condition of the other's abdomen.

There is a layer of powerful and cold spiritual energy circulating under the abdomen, which firmly blocks the evil spirit that tries to spread here.

The aura seems to feel the strong aggressiveness carried by the evil spirit. It starts to be agitated and angry, and immediately attacks the intruding evil spirit, eats up all of it, and even starts to repair the burned skin little by little to protect the pregnant body. The father's body that holds the little life and prevents it from being harmed.

This is not the aura that Xiao Su is familiar with.

However, Xiao Su felt resentful in his chest because of the familiarity.

In my mind, the name of a new character is ready to come out.

Seeing that Xiao Su's expression was wrong, Zhaoyan mistakenly thought that his child had been injured, and his heart ached from anxiety, with blood continuously flowing down the corner of his lips.

The scene in front of him deeply hurt Xiao Su's eyes for the second time, and severely stimulated his memory. The barrier formed in his mind by the mind-controlling drug that blocked all autonomous consciousness was cracked.

Zhaoyan was so uncomfortable that he shrank his body, and tears could not stop streaming down his face.He didn't know anything about what was going on inside his body, he tightly held Xiao Su's clothes, his eyes were full of worry and panic: "My child... I don't want to, something happened to it, I beg, beg you, save it..."

"The child is fine." Xiao Su's tone of voice finally returned to normal, he carefully wiped off a large amount of blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb, and when he raised his eyes to look at Zhexi, black mist surged in his eyes and anger swelled.

Zhexi met his gaze and took a step back in shock.Then he tried to speak again, tried to approach, tried to reach out his hand to Xiao Su, deceiving himself: "Xiao Su, he should be dying soon. It's just a waste, it doesn't matter, let's go."

Xiao Su slowly put down the Zhaoyan, stood up, and before Zhexi could react, he had already stood in front of Zhexi and grabbed Zhexi's neck fiercely.

"Did the deity warn you not to touch him!" Scarlet blood oozes from the joint between Xiao Su's five fingers and Zhexi's skin. How many lives do you have to squander the furnace cauldron that hurt the deity?"

Zhexi was forced to keep his head up, his formerly Qinghan face flushed with blood.He was short of breath, raised his hand to break Xiao Su's restraint, opened his mouth, and made a dry and broken voice: "You... want... to kill me?"

His beautiful peach blossom eyes gradually turned red, and when he looked at Xiao Su who was still awake after all, his eyes were covered with tears.

This kind of Xiao Su is the Xiao Su he really likes in his heart.

His eyes are bright, his aura is strong, he is always so high above the ground, he has to raise his head to see Xiao Su's face clearly.

Such Xiao Su does not allow him to hug.

"I boast that I have treated you well for thousands of years. I gave you a place in Hanshan, allowed you to take in disciples to cultivate your own power, and taught you how to practice to help you avenge your hatred. Even so, you still betrayed me, ignored my orders, and repeatedly Let's attack the deity's people!" Xiao Su's eyes were fierce, "What are you dissatisfied with? Biting the deity back? The deity is more loyal than you even raising a dog!"

The five fingers carrying spiritual power squeezed through the flesh little by little, and inserted into the opponent's slender neck.

The blood flowed down Xiao Su's fingers, until it reached his wrist, soaking through the useless bright red rope tied to it.

Zhexi's whole body trembled in pain.

Life was passing by in a way he could feel, so painful that he almost couldn't feel the pain in his heart.

He looked at Xiao Su's furious face and the hatred in his eyes, he grinned and smiled.

Transparent teardrops fell from the sockets.

"Xiao, Su...but I love you...Even...even if you kill me...I still...love...you..." Zhexi wrapped Xiao Su in her hands and restrained his life hand, "I...don't regret..."

For thousands of years in the world, he has enjoyed the supreme honor and favor, has been a great disciple admired by everyone in Hanshan, and avenged the murder of his mother by the master of Luomei Pavilion. several hours.

He kissed Xiao Su, and Xiao Su also kissed his face.

Just when Zhaoyan was locked out of the door.

Enough is enough...

"I just feel disgusted." Xiao Su frowned, he couldn't listen to it at all, he crushed Zhe Xi's neck directly with his palm, knowing the life of the other party.

He turned around and picked Zhaoyan up from the ground, as if he was worried that the blood would stain Zhaoyan's body, so he cleaned it up completely with his evil spirit.

"Does it still hurt?" Xiao Su wiped the sweat off his forehead for him, feeling so distressed that his breathing was almost blocked.

Zhaoyan's voice was trembling, and he begged with wet eyes: "It hurts...I don't feel well...Can you heal my wounds...Baby, nothing can happen..."

"Yun Xiangyi's spiritual energy is repairing your body." Xiao Su explained softly, "If the evil spirit of this deity enters rashly, it will be swallowed up as an intruder, which will prolong the time for him to repair your body. Hold on for a while, immediately It doesn't hurt anymore."

Xiao Su said, gently stroking Zhaoyan's soft belly, lowered his head and kissed his forehead: "The baby will be fine, and you will be fine, everything is over."

Zhaoyan said "hmm" in a crying voice.

Xiao Su put him back on the bed, and was about to help him cover the quilt, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the other's red palm, he grabbed Zhao Yan's wrist, and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

Zhaoyan lowered his wet eyelashes, looked at the burns on his palms, remembered Xiao Su's indifferent attitude not long ago, couldn't help sobbing: "You want me to wait for you in the cold palace, I will go out, and when you come back, you will Holding hands with Zhexi...you won't let me in...you shut me out, you don't want me anymore..."

Xiao Su frowned.

"The deity's evil energy entered the body, and Zhexi used medicine to take advantage of the void and controlled the deity's mind." Xiao Su wanted to help Zhaoyan heal his injuries, but Yun Xiangyi's aura had not yet completed the process of repairing the internal injuries, so he could only wait, " How could I not want you, if something happened to you, I will never forgive myself in this life."

"It's just that I didn't expect that at the last moment, it was Yun Xiangyi's spiritual energy that was protecting you and my child..." Xiao Su felt conflicted in his heart, but couldn't hide his rejoicing that Zhaoyan was fine, and that their child was unharmed. Not hurt.

He leaned over and kissed Zhaoyan's forehead, kissing away his tears: "Blame me for being stupid, I didn't protect you well."

Zhaoyan learned the cause and effect, and the panic hanging in his heart finally disappeared.

He moved his body little by little, hugged Xiao Su's waist, buried himself in the other's embrace, and said in a nasal voice, "I'm so scared, I'm having a fever, I'm sitting on your lap, you don't touch me... I ask you It's not that you're angry, you don't talk..."

The corner of Zhaoyan's mouth curled up in a grievance, his eyelids drooped to cover his red eyes, and the sadness in his heart couldn't be hidden: "You are too much."

Xiao Su hugged his slender body tightly, nodded, and followed Zhao Yan's words: "Yes, this deity is the most annoying."

Zhaoyan hid his face into his chest and complained: "I don't want to give you a child."

"It can't." Xiao Su smiled, "You can't let the child stay in your stomach forever."

Zhaoyan's original intention was misinterpreted, and he blushed with anger: "I didn't say, let it stay there, I mean, I don't want to do such an intimate thing with you..."

"I won't touch you, what will you do during the harvest?" Xiao Su stroked the other's red earlobe with his fingertips, and changed the subject with ease, "Hey, when your body recovers, I will go down the mountain to buy you candy."

"Sour plum." Zhao Yan's voice came from Xiao Su's chest muffled, "I want both."

Xiao Su's smile penetrated deep into his eyes: "Okay, then buy two."

Zhaoyan was satisfied now, his body gradually improved, the pain dissipated little by little, and his mood also improved.So withdrew from Xiao Su's embrace, leaned up and kissed Xiao Su's chin.

Xiao Su also wanted to kiss him, but he turned his head to avoid it.

"What's the matter, are you still angry with me?" Xiao Su asked in a low voice.

"You don't want to, kiss me." Zhaoyan never forgot how he begged Xiao Su during the feverish period, Xiao Su was so indifferent, and he still feels embarrassed when he thinks about how he lost his composure to seduce the other party.

Xiao Su lifted the quilt and went to bed, embraced the other's thin body in his arms, and answered the words according to the words: "I am holding you."

Zhao Yan nodded firmly.

But he didn't expect that when Xiao Su agreed, he really just hugged him and didn't do unnecessary things.

Zhaoyan intends to rest, but he closes his eyes for a long time, obviously very tired, but still can't fall asleep.

So he opened his eyes: "Xiao Su, are you asleep?"

"No." Xiao Su shook his head, "I am with you, don't be afraid."

Zhaoyan blushed and said, "I don't want to kiss you, but you can kiss the baby."

Xiao Su: "?"

"If you don't want to kiss, forget it." Seeing him hesitate, Zhao Yan thought that the other party didn't want to, and his hands already tightly clenched the clothes on the other's chest, "Baby doesn't really want to be kissed by you."

"You're not a baby, how do you know." Xiao Su's dark eyes were full of smiles, he quickly got into the quilt after reacting, carefully opened the other's clothes, and kissed the other's flat and soft belly.

Zhaoyan bent his legs so itchy, and said with a smile, "Baby, I've received it."

"One time is enough?" Xiao Su's voice came from under the quilt, "I heard it say that I want to kiss many times."

"No, no..." Zhaoyan blushed, "You want to..."

"This deity just wants to." Xiao Su answered honestly, his lips began to go up Zhaoyan's abdomen, and when he passed the small navel, he couldn't help but suck it lightly.

Zhao Yan's whole body trembled, and he reached into the quilt to hold Xiao Su's head: "What are you doing..."

What a disrespectful gesture.

However, Xiao Su didn't feel angry at all, instead he held Zhao Yan's hand and kissed his palm.

Zhaoyan's face was flushed red, and the tips of his ears seemed to be bleeding.He tilted his head, pursed his lips, and his eyelashes trembled violently.

In the pool of blood, Zhemo tried for a long time, and finally healed the torn wounds one by one.

He raised his hand slowly, and a spell appeared in the air.

Royal talisman, write "Hanshan, help" in English characters, and send it to Zheyu far away in Jinshan.

After doing all this, Zhemo tried hard to get up from the ground, but his strength seemed to have lost most of his strength along with the previous blood loss.

He couldn't stand up.

Zhemo's consciousness is getting more and more blurred, he knows that he needs to rest, but Zhexi has fallen into madness, his existence really makes Zhemo feel at ease.Once something happens to the cauldron, the consequences will be disastrous.

He began to try to crawl towards the cold palace, his blood-stained fingers clinging to the ground, trembling and leading his limbs forward.

But after struggling for a long time, he only advanced less than half a meter.

Zhemo sighed, his eyes were getting darker and darker, and finally he couldn't hold it anymore and fell into a coma.

Beyond the cold mountains.

The remaining disciples in Cangxue Town are carrying out a planned night attack.

They walked lightly, thousands of figures gathered, but there was no noise.

When they arrived at the foot of the cold mountain, they looked at each other and started pouring oil on the surrounding trees and road.

Someone held up a torch, wanting to repeat the old trick and burn all the devil cultivators in the world to avenge the hatred in their hearts.

"Elder, while we were exploring the way, I cut off a spell." In the dark night, the disciple of Cangxue Town handed the spell to the Elder Lingshan who was conspiring with him. "We can't recognize the runes on the paper."

The elder took the talisman, looked at the scarlet words on the paper, and slowly frowned: "I have never seen such a talisman before."

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