The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Xiao Su smiled lowly: "Yes."

Zhaoyan gasped, his body gradually became stiff due to tension.

"I've been here for nearly five days and nights. I don't dare to relax a bit because I need to keep an eye on the changes in my soul. I want to go to Yujian to find you, but I'm afraid that if I don't pay attention, I might miss the signs related to you. But I'm very lucky, I thought I would wait for you since I was a baby, but I didn't expect to meet you again."

Xiao Su bent down, leaned close to Zhaoyan's neck to sniff the omega's good smell, his tense nerves relaxed, and his brows revealed a bit of fatigue that needed Zhaoyan's comfort.

Soul, Yujian, Zhao Yan was dumbfounded when he heard these words.

But compared to the man's words, the tip of the other's nose, which was rubbing wantonly against the skin of his neck, made him even more uncomfortable.

Zhaoyan shrank his neck from itching, his cheeks flushed red: "Can you, let go first..."

Xiao Su, who couldn't ask for comfort, sighed dejectedly.

He slowly let go of Zhaoyan, and changed the subject: "Are you going to buy something to eat?"

"En." Zhaoyan nodded.

Breaking away from the fiery embrace, the summer evening wind also makes people feel the skin-piercing coolness when it brushes against the body.

Zhao Yan rubbed his arms, and opened his palms to reveal Xiao Su's purse: "These, when I make money tomorrow, I will return them to you."

"Anything else, I'll give it to you." Xiao Su stretched out his hand to rub his head.

"I just need the money to buy dinner tonight." Zhaoyan opened his purse, and was shocked when he saw the gold and silver inside.He hastily handed the purse to Xiao Su, with a panicked tone: "It's too much, I can't take it!"

"I don't want anything." Xiao Su took his hand, "What's mine is yours."

Zhaoyan looked up at the tall man in front of him, his eyes trembling slightly in his sockets: "But..."

"Shouldn't you listen to God's words?" Xiao Su stared at Zhaoyan with lowered eyes, and smiled, "You don't even listen to what your stomach is growling."

Zhaoyan dared not raise his head again because of the gaze, he stared at the tip of his shoe embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Xiao Su dragged him back and walked back: "It's not intentional, it's long-winded."

Zhaoyan was scolded, and his head drooped even lower.

He followed behind Xiao Su, because the other party was walking in a hurry, even the pace was much bigger than before.

The rice was bought by Xiao Su, under the surprised gaze of the clerk, he packed all the dishes in the store that Zhao Yan had eaten in his mansion before.

After finishing all this, he put a piece of gold in the mouth of the dining table, seeing the blank expression on the cashier's face, he added another piece: "Is it enough?"

The cashier came back to his senses in an instant: "Is it a star? If you help with publicity, our store can be free."

Xiao Su frowned strangely, pulled Zhao Yan, turned around and left.

"Where is home?" Xiao Su asked Zhao Yan's cautious hand while holding a large plastic bag.

"You want to go home with me?" Zhao Yan asked in bewilderment.

"Ah."

"My family is small." Zhao Yan showed a troubled look.

Xiao Su raised his eyebrows: "I can't tolerate me."

"No." Zhaoyan quickly denied, and he said uneasily, "God should go to a clean place. I'm afraid that if the hospitality is not good enough, it will make you unhappy. And my father, he...he won't like it. People go back..."

In the end, the voice became smaller and smaller.

"I don't mind." Xiao Su said, "I just don't want to communicate with your father either."

"Huh?" Zhaoyan blinked in confusion.

The flame between Xiao Su's eyebrows flickered: "From now on, only you can see me."

Very unbelievable.

After Zhaoyan brought this miraculous man home, the moment he opened the door, his father, who was leaning drunkenly on the chair, really didn't seem to notice this man who stood out everywhere.

Even the mirror on the table couldn't reflect Xiao Su's figure.

Zhao Yan swallowed, at first he was dubious about Xiao Su's identity, but now he looked at Xiao Su with more sincere respect.

"dad."

Zhaoyan picked up three or four wine bottles on the ground, walked to the chair with his white sneakers, and brought out a bench from under the table after saying hello.

He wiped the surface of the stool with his hands before he dared to send the stool to Xiao Su's side: "Sit down."

Xiao Su looked at his big beautiful and pure eyes, and felt so distressed for a moment that his eyes became sore.

This room is really simple, the living room only has a table, a chair and a bench.Toiletries are placed at the corner of the table, including a few tableware.

There was also a bed with worn-out bedding in the corner, and some dark-colored clothes were piled up in a mess on the bed.

The room smelled of alcohol, and even with the windows open, the smell couldn't be dispelled.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Xiao Su glanced at his scruffy father unkindly, "Don't wait for them to cool down."

"You eat together too." Zhao Yan's eyelashes trembled, and he added after speaking, "Are you eating? Or don't use human meals..."

Xiao Su shook his head: "No need."

"Okay, then I'll go eat first." Zhao Yan took the plastic bags from Xiao Su's hand, opened the lunch boxes one by one, and put them on the old wooden table in the narrow brick room.

"Dad, it's time to eat."

Zhao Yan put his father's bowls and chopsticks on the opposite side of the table, and the bearded man leaning on the chair moved in his voice.

"Why are you arguing?!" The man smelled strongly of alcohol as soon as he opened his mouth, and his voice was extremely hoarse due to the alcohol. He hugged the bottle and shouted at Zhao Yan, "You are like that bitch, you always know how to annoy me! Get out of here!" , Get out of my way!"

Zhaoyan's body tensed up vigilantly.

He speeded up and took his own box lunch, put a small portion of the sumptuous dishes in a bowl, and hurried to his house with these.

He unscrewed the door, put the bowls, chopsticks and lunch box on his writing desk, then poked his head out and asked Xiao Su in a low voice: "Come to my room?"

Seeing his frightened appearance, Xiao Su's eyes darkened.

He suppressed his anger against Zhaoyan's father and entered the house.

There is a small bed in Zhaoyan's room, and the quilts are neatly folded together.There is a chair next to the bed, and there are many textbooks on the table.

Xiao Su dragged the chair and sat down, the chair instantly made a "creaking" sound, which was quite ear-piercing.

Zhaoyan's face was flushed with shame, he twisted his fingers together in embarrassment, and apologized with lowered eyes: "I'm sorry, the environment is really bad..."

Xiao Su sighed, and he hugged Zhao Yan on his lap as before: "Eat, I will accompany you."

Zhaoyan was taken aback.

He hurried to stand up, but Xiao Su pushed him back.

"I'm not used to it..." Zhao Yan grabbed Xiao Su's arm nervously, and felt that he was being rude, so he quickly took his hand back, "This is not good, I can't sit on your lap..."

"You'll get used to it after sitting on it for a few more times." Xiao Su took the bowl and chopsticks, with a frivolous tone, "You used to not eat unless you sat on my lap, don't you remember? I still like your delicate appearance, you look cute."

"Ah?" Zhaoyan was taken aback, with a bit of confusion on his face.

"Open your mouth." Xiao Su stopped explaining, he smiled, and brought a piece of chicken to Zhao Yan's lips.

Zhaoyan opened her mouth obediently, holding the fragrant food in her mouth.

The taste was really good, Zhao Yan hadn't eaten such an expensive thing for a long time, and the circles of his eyes were a little bit red.

"Is there anything else you want to eat?" Xiao Su asked while feeding him, "I'll buy some pastries and tea for you."

"You gave me a lot, I can't ask for anything else." Zhao Yan's eyes were clouded with mist.

"Stupid..." Xiao Su habitually wanted to scold him, but now he was really reluctant to change his words, "Just ask what you want, I can satisfy all your needs."

Zhao Yan still shook his head, took the chopsticks from Xiao Su's hand, and silently put rice into his mouth.

From time to time, Zhaoyan's father's inarticulate curses could be heard outside the house, as well as the crisp sound of a wine bottle falling to the ground.

Zhaoyan lowered his head so much that he almost buried his face in the lunch box.

Xiao Su, who originally thought Zhaoyan was hungry, frowned instantly when he heard the slightest sob from the other party.

He raised Zhaoyan's thin chin.

What came into view was the little face covered with tears, and the nose was pitifully red.

Xiao Su quickly wiped away tears for him: "Why are you crying?"

"How long can I stay with the gods..." Zhaoyan tried his best to hold back his sobs, but the corners of his mouth still showed a grievance, "I don't understand, I haven't done anything good, and I'm not a kind person, so why am I being favored by the gods... ..."

"Stay for one life, two lives, three lives, as long as you want." Xiao Su hugged his thin body tightly, and gently stroked his back to comfort him, "My words are too bitter, how can I Not looking for you."