The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Master Zhang Xing's face was forced to stick tightly to the ground, the facial muscles were deformed under Xiao Su's pressure, and he couldn't even close his mouth.

In front of his line of sight was the dead shop waiter, whose face was covered with blood dripping all over the floor, the sticky touch mixed with fishy smell made people feel sick.

Daoist Zhang Xing, who had never been so humiliated before, suddenly felt ashamed, humiliation and anger intertwined in his eyes at the same time: "Xiao Su, how long do you think you can be arrogant? Your people wantonly massacred the disciples of Cangxue Town, and you did evil and hurt me for no reason. People in the world, the Immortal Venerable will never let you go after knowing this!"

Xiao Su's eyes were gloomy, and he immediately increased the strength of the soles of his feet, and Master Zhang Xing screamed in pain.

Zhe Yu resolutely kicked Daoist Zhang Xing's ass hard: "Your Majesty is the most afraid of making noise, shut up!"

Such humiliation made Master Zhang Xing tremble all over his body, and his voice was unsteady when he spoke: "Xiao Su, don't you care about your furnace most, the immortal will destroy your furnace overnight, aren't you afraid?" ?

You don't feel ashamed that the dignified demon is being played around by a furnace!What kind of love does Lu Ding really have, but it's just a kind of obedient one who takes off his pants. If he falls in love with a scumbag, everyone in the world of cultivating immortals will know it. You don't think it's embarrassing! "

Xiao Su laughed angrily.

He loosened his feet, and said to Zhemo and Zheyu: "Take off his pants and hang him at the entrance of the inn. I have survived in the world of cultivating immortals and I still don't know what it looks like to be obedient when I take off my pants. Now please, oh, hold on!" Daoist Yue, give this deity a demonstration, let this deity open his eyes."

The humiliation in these words is more than just calling the wrong name.

Daoist Zhang Xing blushed and turned white. It turned out that he had been in the world of cultivating immortals for thousands of years, and the Demon Lord never took him seriously, so that he was not even worthy of being remembered.

"Xiao Su, don't deceive people too much! Do you think I will hand over the antidote? No, it's impossible! Lu Ding's body will soon rot and turn into a puddle of thick water. You can't even guard his soul. Wait, you still expect to use him to improve your spiritual power? Bah, it's your big dream!

You will never be able to defeat the Immortal Venerable, and you will always be crushed under Yun Xiangyi's feet!Yun Xiangyi is worried about the world anyway, what do you care about?When I take his soul, I will throw him in the world of cultivating immortals, let him be reduced to everyone's crotch, and let the world taste what it is like to be a person who was once regarded as a treasure by the devil! "

The four people around him listened coldly to him after a long series of cursing, and had no superfluous reactions.

Zhe Mo raised his eyes and asked Xiao Su: "My lord, do you want to do it now?"

Xiao Su didn't answer for the time being.

He raised his palm and placed it directly above the head of Master Zhang Xing, and the opponent's spiritual power penetrated into his palm little by little under the powerful suction of evil spirit.

Xiao Su's pupils glowed black and red, and the white aura belonging to Daoist Zhang Xing gradually filled his body, was wiped out by the evil spirit in his body, and finally merged into one body.

Feeling his spiritual power leaking out, Master Zhang Xing yelled in panic and pain: "Stop it, stop it! Xiao Su, this is my spiritual power. I have practiced spiritual power for nearly a thousand years! You will die if you practice heresy ..."

Zhe Yu felt that he was really noisy, and sealed his voice with a spell.

No matter how much Master Zhang Xing opened his mouth, the veins on his forehead popped out, his throat was dry and he coughed up blood, he couldn't say a word.

When Xiao Su completely devoured his spiritual power, Master Zhang Xing collapsed to the ground as if he had collapsed.

His skin became dry at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face was covered with wrinkles in an instant, with extremely deep ravines between the wrinkles.His hunched posture on the ground is like that of an old man on the verge of death, and the roots of his hair are weakly white.

"Let's hang out." Xiao Su said, "When did he nod and promise to give the antidote, and when will he help him pull up his pants."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Su kicked Master Zhang Xing away with a disgusted expression on his face.

Zhemo and Zheyu responded together: "Yes."

"Your Majesty, Zhaoyan is awake!" Fengyue, who helped Zhaoyan suppress the poison for a long time, heard Zhaoyan's weak voice, and eagerly opened her mouth to call Xiao Su.

Xiao Su's eyes trembled, he turned around and walked quickly to Zhao Yan's bedside, and hugged Zhao Yan into his arms: "Yan Yan, how do you feel, does it hurt?"

Zhao Yan's originally bright red lips were now smudged and black, he moved his body enduring the discomfort of his body, and slipped into Xiao Su's arms as usual.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Zhao Yan's body was trembling, his skin was ashen, and even his five fingers could no longer hold Xiao Su's clothes tightly.He was in so much pain that he couldn't stop crying, tears streaming down one after another.

Xiao Su's eyes turned red.

He lightly stroked Zhaoyan's back, his heart twitched silently in his chest, he couldn't say comforting words, he could only tighten his arms and hug Zhaoyan tightly.

"Am I, dying soon..." The Xiao Su in front of him seemed to be separated by a layer of glass filled with fog, so he couldn't see clearly.Zhaoyan raised his hand to touch him, but he failed to touch Xiao Su with his raised fingers, but saw his own gray and ugly skin.

How could it be this color...

It seems that if the fire in his body gets bigger, he will be burnt...

"Don't talk nonsense." Xiao Su shook his head, he quickly grabbed Zhao Yan's hand and put it on his face, and said softly, "Why did I let you have an accident."

Zhaoyan felt that what he said was wrong, and his eyes were much redder than before: "You said that I would open my eyes when my body is no longer in pain... But I am still not feeling well now, why did you wake me up..."

"It's my fault, I'm talking too loudly and disturbing you." Xiao Su kissed his forehead, his voice trembling imperceptibly, "I'm going to find an antidote for you right away, Yan Yan sleeps a little longer, wakes up It hurts too much..."

"What about the baby? My stomach... hurts so much, will something happen to the baby..."

"If the words survive, the child will also survive." Xiao Su wiped away his tears, and said something he was not sure about, "Don't worry."

Zhaoyan nodded obediently, and closed his eyes in his arms again.

But the dull pain from his skin was so obvious that he couldn't sleep, and even smelled an unpleasant smell, as if it came from him.

Zhaoyan frowned, his eyelashes were trembling, but he couldn't open them: "Xiao Su... what kind of smell is this..."

What's the taste……

Fengyue and Xiao Su turned their gazes to Zhaoyan's exposed neck.

The skin there was originally smooth and fair, and Xiao Suben went in there to smell his breath countless times, but now it is slowly festering under the attack of toxins, revealing a shocking red flesh, which gradually turned into gray rotten flesh, turning into thick water.

This is where the smell comes from.

It has a strong fishy smell, like a rotten peach.

Xiao Su's pupils tightened little by little, trembling violently in the eye sockets.

He looked up at Fengyue, Fengyue quickly infused Zhaoyan with healing power, but after a long time of hard work, Zhaoyan's wound still did not heal.

Zhaoyan was in pain and wanted to reach out to touch it, Xiao Su hurriedly stopped him, and murmured in a dazed way: "I can't touch it...don't touch it, don't touch it..."

"Xiao Su, my neck hurts...it seems like it's about to rot..." Zhao Yan's voice was weak, but it was still as soft as before. It was Xiao Su's favorite voice, "Stomach pain...legs too..."

Xiao Su immediately put Zhaoyan back on the bed, he rushed out of the room to the downstairs of the inn, and came to the real Zhang Xing who was hanging by Zhe Yu at the door of the inn.

The real person's clothes are disheveled at the moment, and his exposed skin is wrinkled, like a tree that has been drained of water, like a dry earth under the scorching sun, his appearance is suddenly five or sixty years older than before, and he is almost unrecognizable.

Xiao Su grabbed Master Zhang Xing's rickety shoulders and shouted at him, "The antidote!"

Master Zhang Xing grinned with a corner of his mouth, and silently answered two words with his mouth: "Dream."

Xiao Su's eyes burst into anger: "Looking for death!"

The innkeeper looked at all this and was really flustered. This was simply delaying his business.

"Guest, if you continue to make trouble like this, how can I do my business?" The innkeeper rushed forward to stop him with a sad face.

Zhe Mo stopped his way, threw him a bag of silver, and signaled him to shut up.

The boss quickly caught the purse, opened it and looked at it, his eyes lit up.Then he raised his head and said with a little worry: "This won't kill people..."

Hearing this, Zhe Mo stretched out his hand: "Give it back to me."

The boss quickly shut up and stopped haggling.

"Anyway, it used to be a real person who was in the palm of Lingshan." Xiao Su grabbed the real person's hair and mocked, "Now that it's finished like this, tsk, it's so miserable. Look at the crowd in front of you, are they still passing by? Lingshan disciples and Cangxue Town disciples? But you don’t care if you lose your face like this. There is a saying that if there are too many lice, there is no need to worry about debts. Why don’t I tell them that I am tied here now? Who got their ass kicked. Do you think they'd be surprised? Huh?"

After hearing Xiao Su's words, Master Zhang Xing suddenly raised his head to look at the spectators pointing at him in front of the inn.His eyes searched around, and among them were Lingshan disciples in white Taoist robes.

He hastily lowered his eyes and lowered his head very low as if avoiding dodge.

Xiao Su curled his lips into a smile, he loosened the hand that restrained the real person, and faced many onlookers: "Do you know who the tied person is..."

Daoist Zhang Xing panicked, immediately struggled to struggle with the rope, bumped into Xiao Su's shoulder, and interrupted his words.

He pulled his throat to speak, Zhe Yu released the seal when he saw this, and the broken vocal cords of Zhang Xing finally came out with a few words: "There is no antidote... After the body of Lu Ding dies, his soul will follow the guidance Go to the place where Linfeng is. Linfeng has prepared a new pure Yin body..."

"What did you say?" The flames between Xiao Su's eyebrows turned black, and he roared with his eyes wide open, "Say it again! What do you mean there is no antidote?!"

"This is anti-drug, there is no antidote." Without spiritual power, Master Zhang Xing's voice was old and hoarse, but seeing Xiao Su's absent-minded appearance, he felt happy, "Only the soul can be left for you in the furnace. Xiao Su, he can't come back, can you find someone with the same appearance as him in this world to carry his soul, you can't find it, you will never find it hahahaha..."

Master Zhang Xing's laughter stopped abruptly at the moment Xiao Su's evil spirit rushed into his heart.

Blood gushed out from the corner of his lips, and the dry body began to burn from the inside, and was instantly reduced to ashes amidst the exclamation of everyone.

There is only one rope dangling faintly in the air, and the old man who was hanging on it just now has no trace of existence.

The crowd backed away in fright, some of them ran away, some pointed at Xiao Su and shouted "monster", some thought they were doing some kind of trick, stared at the rope in a daze, thinking that people could turn back .

Xiao Su glanced at them coldly, his heart was like Mo's eyes were still dark.

He turned around, wanting to go back to look at Zhaoyan, but the sudden cold breath coming from behind made him stagnate.

"What are you doing here?"

"I already know where Chiyue and Linfeng are." Yun Xiangyi put away his long sword after landing, "Bring Zhaoyan, you and I will go find them together."

"Why should I trust you?"

Yun Xiangyi looked at the tall and straight figure of the other party, and said in a quiet voice, "Zhaoyan is at stake."

Xiao Su's shoulders dropped suddenly, he took a deep breath, went upstairs, and picked up Zhao Yan who was in a semi-conscious state from the bed.

Zhaoyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, trying to open them, but he couldn't.

The sandalwood smelled good on Xiao Su's breath, so he relaxed his vigilance, trembling and snuggled into the other's arms.

But in just a few hours, Zhaoyan was already so thin that he lost his shape.Xiao Su hugged him, but his arms were so light that he couldn't feel Zhao Yan's weight.

His tears could no longer be stopped, falling down his eyes.

"Your Majesty..." Seeing this, Fengyue couldn't help but redden her eyes, "Zhao Yan will be fine..."

Xiao Su closed his eyes and did not respond.

A few seconds later, he stood in front of Yun Xiangyi with Zhaoyan in his arms, and Zhemo, Zheyu and Fengyue stood behind him.

Yun Xiangyi's gaze fell on Zhaoyan, stared blankly for a while, and then gradually lowered his eyes.

He turned around and led the way for Xiao Su.

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