The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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When Zhexi was involved, Zheyu's tone was quite anxious.

Zhemo was too tired to care about Zheyu's emotions, his eyes drooped uncontrollably, and he fell asleep several times.Even if he tried his best to stay awake, his body was too weak to allow him to toss, so that after a few seconds, he leaned against Zhe Yu's chest and fell into a coma again.

Zhe Yu wanted to urge, but when he caught a glimpse of Fang Bai's almost transparent complexion, his opened mouth could be regarded as closed, and he didn't ask any more questions.

When he reached the mountainside of Hanshan, Xiao Su's barrier could hardly be maintained.

Hundreds of people came, and his cultivation base was greatly damaged, and it was already very difficult to support him so far.

"My lord, shall we leave Hanshan now?"

"Yeah." Xiao Su nodded, "Go around to the back of the mountain and find a place with few people to evacuate."

"Yes." Zhe Yu replied.

"Use evil spirits to make some dummies, let the dummies rush down the mountain, make them quarrel, let them yell, the more miserable the better." Xiao Su ordered, "Whatever the people in Zangxue Town want to see, you let them what did you see."

"it is good."

Zhe Yu carefully put Zhe Mo on the ground, and used his spiritual power to create human-like creatures.Zhexi lit a fire on them, and they began to scream and run down the mountain one by one, howling while running, and attacked the people down the mountain.

Zhaoyan was awakened by piercing wailing.

He lay in Xiao Su's arms, opened his big round eyes, and looked at everything around him.Then he opened his mouth in shock: "Xiao, Xiao Su, it's on fire!"

Hearing his voice, Xiao Su lowered his head and looked down: "You can continue to sleep, it's not a big deal."

Zhao Yan pursed his lips and chose to get down from Xiao Su's arms.

"Your Majesty does have foresight." Zhe Yu did not forget to answer the question when he faked a human being, "You carry Yun Xiangyi's aura on your body, so they naturally think that the Demon Lord's habitat is in the cold mountain. The disciples are not high enough to escape easily .If they don't leave early, the loss will be heavy."

"It's because of me that they knew of your existence..." Zhao Yan's heart sank, his head lowered, and he apologized, "I'm sorry..."

"It's offset." Xiao Su raised his hand and rubbed the top of his soft hair, "You stayed in Hanshan and indeed helped to divert the attention of those monks. Their grievances with Moxiu have nothing to do with you. But you have become the biggest target for them to aim at because of the magic cultivator."

Zhaoyan knew that the other party was comforting him, he turned his head to look at the raging fire not far away, his brown eyes were covered with a layer of transparent water mist.

Still uncomfortable.

Zhe Yu summoned the talisman hidden at his waist, and showed the message that Zhe Mo had given him before Zhaoyan: "You taught me this rune, can you tell what is written on it?"

Hearing the sound, Zhaoyan immediately shifted his gaze to the spell. He carefully identified the missing part of each word in English, and slowly opened his mouth with a slightly hoarse voice: "Han Shan, help."

Zhe Yu looked up at Xiao Su.

Xiao Su nodded: "En."

"It's almost there, Your Majesty." Zhe Yu said, "The fire is getting bigger and bigger, should we go first?"

"Walk."

"Your Majesty, do you need me to look for Senior Brother Zhexi?" Zhe Yu was still worried, he hugged Zhemo, and asked for the second time, "Why didn't Senior Brother Zhexi appear for so long?"

A disdainful smile appeared on Xiao Su's lips, and before turning into a cloud of black mist with Zhao Yan, he dropped four words: "Death is more than a crime."

Zhe Yu froze in place.

He lowered his head to look at the unconscious Zhemo in his arms, and then looked at the place where Xiao Su left, his heart was congested, and his eyes instantly turned scarlet.

Zheyu left Hanshan with Zhemo in his arms, and after making sure that no one was following him, Yujian took Zhemo to Jinshan with him.

As soon as he put Zhemo down, he couldn't wait to inject spiritual power into Zhemo, forcing him to wake up from the coma.

"What's going on with all this..." Zhe Yu didn't understand, "What does it mean to be dead...Senior Brother, Senior Brother, you should wake up quickly and speak clearly..."

Zhe Yu panicked, and it took nearly a stick of incense for Zhe Mo to heal him, and the other party finally raised his eyes under Zhe Yu's voice.

"Senior brother!" Zhe Yu seemed to see hope, he clenched Zhe Mo's arm, his voice flustered, "Can you understand me now?"

"Hmm." The wound on Zhe Mo's arm seemed to be pinched open by the other party, and he frowned slightly due to the pain.He looked around, seeing strange scenes and strange beds, so that a layer of confusion appeared in his sleepy eyes.

"Did something happen to Zhexi?" Zheyu couldn't help but increase his volume, "What does your lord mean when he said that he died without guilt?"

"Aren't you going to ask how my injury came about?" Zhemo raised his hand, bit by bit breaking Zheyu's hand off his arm.

Zhe Yu's palm was indeed stained with blood, but Zhe Yu didn't take it seriously.

"Aren't you well now?" Zhe Yu frowned, "I want to know where Zhe Xi is, you tell me, I'll go find him."

Zhemo took the other party's nervous expression into his eyes.

In fact, they had long since broken up.

Zhemo is also working hard to reduce the intersection with Zheyu.

He tried not to pay attention to Zhe Yu's every move, and tried to delete the five years of getting along with him from his memory bit by bit, but now it seems that the result is a failure.

Zhe Yu can still make his heart angina and his breathing blocked with just one or two words.

The last time he was forcibly possessed, and he still is now.

"Fortunately, I have already severed relations with you."

Zhemo's voice was quiet, as if calm, as if he didn't care.He was talking to himself, as if he was comforting, but also as if it was relief.

If he still chose to stay by Zhe Yu's side, his disappointment would be far stronger than it is now.He may not be able to bear it.

After all, the object of Zheyu's attention is always Zhexi.

It was Ze Xi who showed no mercy when attacking him.

It was Zhexi with a calm face when he was cut to pieces with a folding fan.

If Zhexi hadn't seen him lying motionless on the ground, he didn't respond to kicking him a few times, so he chose to stop and hurried to the cold palace, but if Zhexi patched another door, he would no longer be able to open his eyes and walk out of the cold mountain alive.

"What time is it now, are you still talking about this with me?!" Zhe Yu stared at Zhe Mo's bloodless face, and asked, "Where is Zhe Xi, tell me! What do you mean by hiding it so much? Is his Is safety so insignificant in your eyes?"

"Hanshan, Hangong." Zhemo averted his eyes from him, closed his eyes again sleepily, pressed the bed beside him and was about to lie down.

But Zhe Yu grabbed him: "What do you mean?"

Zhemo looked at Shangzheyu without knowing why.

"You didn't tell me when you were in Hanshan, but now there is a fire in Hanshan, what should Brother Zhexi do if he is alone there?"

"You go and find him." Zhe Mo answered, "Go out, I'm tired and need to rest."

His body was so exhausted that he felt his chest clogged even when he was breathing, and the wound was so painful that it tended to be torn again, so he couldn't hold on to the conversation.