The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"No, I don't know what a fairy is." Zhao Yan was frightened by the words "pick it clean", and quickly shook his head in denial.

"You'd better not, Lingshan doesn't have any good things." Fengyue mentioned them, her eyes became disdainful, "You cooperate obediently, and I will definitely help you lift the restriction. When Your Majesty passes through the coming catastrophe smoothly, he will not will treat you badly."

"Heavenly tribulation?" Zhaoyan's mind flashed the scene of the monster crossing the catastrophe in the TV series, "What is this..."

Got struck by lightning...

"Well." Fengyue was also very distressed when she said this, and she led Zhaoyan on the way back, "Crossing the calamity is the highest state of cultivating demons, but every time the lord crosses the calamity, the realm will fall back to the Mahayana. Hanshan practiced hard for thousands of years and suffered 72 catastrophes, but he never passed this hurdle."

Zhaoyan nodded half-knowingly, but his docile eyes were full of confusion.

"So Your Majesty needs a cauldron to help him." Fengyue smiled at Zhaoyan when she said this.

Zhaoyan paused, then stammered: "Ah...then if I can't help him improve his cultivation...he will be very angry, or..."

"Your Majesty does not leave waste around." Fengyue dismissed Zhaoyan's remaining guesses with one sentence.

Zhaoyan choked suddenly.

If after seven days, Fengyue finds out that he is not a furnace, he will definitely be executed...

When he stood at the door of the medicine room again, Zhao Yan stood there in fear, thinking of the severe pain in his abdomen not long ago, his face turned pale uncontrollably.

Fengyue didn't notice what was wrong with him, she caught a glimpse of the opening of the stone door of the medicine room, frowned, and continued to move forward.

Zhaoyan didn't want to go in, so he stood there hesitantly, refusing to move.

"Come in." Fengyue didn't hear Zhaoyan's footsteps, and turned her head to remind.

Only then did Zhao Yan unprincipled, push back his long robe, go up the steps, and keep up with the other party's pace.

The familiar bitter taste came over his nostrils, and Zhao Yan was about to ask him if he would like to take another Kaiding Pill, when he suddenly heard Fengyue's voice became extra light: "Senior brother!"

"Well, did Your Majesty ask you to fetch the medicine?"

The respondent's voice is crisp and pleasant, like a clear mountain spring flowing over pebbles at the bottom of the spring.The smile mixed in it is the plum blossoms falling on the clear spring, with the charm of coldness and aloofness.

"Your Majesty asked me to use medicine to develop a furnace." Seeing Zhexi, Fengyue's mood obviously improved a lot.

The joy in her eyes was revealed with the bright smile on her lips.The contagion was so strong that Zhao Yan relaxed.

"This is Mozun's eldest disciple, Zhexi." In her joy, Fengyue did not forget to introduce Zhaoyan.

Zhaoyan followed Fengyue's gaze, and the moment he met her gaze, his pupils dilated involuntarily.

This is an extremely beautiful face, with long eyebrows and delicate, peach blossom eyes that are slightly raised, not as coquettish as others, but with an arrogance that does not take sentient beings seriously.

Like a noble born son of a rich family, like an omega that all alphas dare not get their hands on, just because of their strength of character, they are so unattainable.

"You, hello..." Zhaoyan greeted politely, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Luding?" Zhexi suddenly squeezed the medicine bottle in her hand, and turned her head to look at Zhaoyan.

His long eyes were slightly raised, and the emotion flickering in his eyes was obviously disdain and disgust.

"How could you bring such a lowly thing into the pharmacy?" In the next second, Zhexi withdrew his gaze from Zhaoyan, and when he asked Fengyue again, he didn't smile at all.

When Zhaoyan heard his words, his expression froze instantly on his face, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was retracted stiffly.

Fengyue was also obviously stunned, she obviously didn't expect Zhexi to show such an attitude: "Senior brother, Your Majesty said that he is a high-grade furnace and needs to be taken care of."

"Take care, heh." Zhe Xi chuckled, and looked at Zhao Yan contemptuously, "Your Majesty attaches great importance to him?"

"It's very important." Fengyue said truthfully, "In the morning, His Majesty took him to Hanshan and personally guided him to practice."

This is the treatment that Mozun's other disciples have never had.

Even Zhexi didn't get the treatment.

"I thought my lord didn't like these things." Zhexi seemed a little annoyed, "I didn't expect it to be out of the ordinary in the end."

"Senior brother!" Fengyue didn't know why Zhexi spoke so aggressively today, and she emphasized her tone unhappily, "Your Majesty has his own reasons for doing things."

"Playing a stove, what reason do you need?"

Zhe Xi disagreed, he took the medicine and put it in his belt.

Then he bypassed Fengyue and walked straight to the door.

When passing by Zhaoyan, Zhexi Feng narrowed his eyes, put the folding fan in his hand against Zhaoyan's shoulder where Fengyue could not see, and pushed him aside.

It seemed that Zhaoyan felt dirty even if he touched it.

"Don't block the way!" Zhexi said in a bad tone.

Zhaoyan was pushed back a few steps by the folding fan, he stared at Zhexi's figure, clenched his hands into fists, hanging by his side trembling slightly.

Fengyue stomped her feet angrily, unwilling to talk to Zhexi anymore, turned around and walked towards the room.

"Follow me." But when she spoke again, Fengyue's tone obviously dropped a lot.

"...Mmm." Zhaoyan responded, the short syllables made it hard to hear his emotions.

"Senior brother doesn't usually do this." Fengyue didn't know what was going on, she rummaged through the pharmacopoeia related to the furnace, and said, "He is the most satisfied apprentice of the Lord. Although he is arrogant, he will not Scolding people for no reason."

Zhaoyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said "hmm" for the second time.

It doesn't matter to him how other people are, and he doesn't want to know how powerful or outstanding they are.

He just wants to get out of here.

I really think about it.

After a stick of incense, Fengyue helped Zhaoyan mix the medicine according to the Pharmacopoeia, and Zhaoyan who was sitting beside him asked, "Where is Lingxi?"

"Lingxi is at the foot of Lingshan." Fengyue ground several dried herbs into powder, "What's wrong?"

"From here to Lingxi, how do I go?" Zhao Yan turned his head to look at Fengyue, his beautiful almond eyes were clear to the bottom, and the loneliness in his eyes could not be concealed.

Fengyue looked at the things in her hands seriously, because she was too focused, she even forgot to think about the reason for Zhaoyan's question, and said casually: "After going down the cold mountain, go in the direction of the forest and keep going. You will see Lingshan soon , but you’ll have to walk at least a month or two to get there.”

"Okay, thank you." Zhao Yan nodded.

Mozun said that he brought him back from Lingxi.

If he returns to Lingxi, can he also return home from Lingxi...

There is still hope, leave here, leave the Demon Lord, and get rid of the identity of the furnace that everyone looks down on.

Although omega doesn't have a high status in real life, at least he is not born to be picked.

As Zhaoyan thought about it, the color in his eyes began to recover little by little.

He looked down at the exit of the medicine room, where there was light.

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