The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"You've already sold him?" The debt collectors listened to Xiao Su's words. They frowned and looked at Zhao Yan's father who said nothing. Significantly, he swung the stick again and hit Zhaoyan's father.

The sound of the stick falling on the human body was dull.

The father's screams echoed, and his mournful begging for mercy severely hurt Zhaoyan's eardrums.

Zhaoyan felt uncomfortable, and tightly clenched the clothes beside Xiao Su, his lips trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He slowly raised his head, his big soaked eyes were like fragile glass balls, and he looked at Xiao Su pitifully.

Xiao Su knew what he was going to say.

"You can ask me." Xiao Su said, "But from now on, you have nothing to do with him."

"I know..." Without hesitation, Zhao Yan wiped away tears with his sleeve, "I will slowly return the money you gave me..."

"300 taels of gold." Xiao Su waved his hand, and six 50 taels of gold ingots were neatly arranged on the fallen door panel.

The debt collector stopped violence, looked at the unbelievable scene in front of him, thought Xiao Su was doing magic or tricks: "What are you doing?"

Zhaoyan's father was the first to react.

Enduring the pain in his body, he crawled to the front of the gold with inconvenient hands and feet, picked one up, put it in his mouth and bit it hard.

Then, he smiled with blood on his face, and said strangely: "True, true... I have money to pay you back, so don't touch me..."

The value of the gold is far more than 50, enough for him to repair broken bones and broken muscles.

Zhemo has seen the money in Jinshan treasury being inexplicably transferred more than once.

He felt the powerful evil spirit of the sky demon from the spiritual power of transferring gold and silver, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed.

It turned out to be His Majesty.

During these days, he and Zheyu were teaching students in Jinshan. Without Zhexi, Xiao Su and Zhaoyan's soul did not know where to go, so that the mountain was clearly full of people, but he felt that the surrounding area was quite empty.

Zhe Mo walked out of the vault, the sun above his head was burning hot all over his body.He squinted his eyes uncomfortably, and walked towards the pavilion not far away.

There were people sitting in the pavilion, seeing Zhemo's figure, he quickly put down the teacup in his hand and stepped forward to greet him.

"Master." The voice was melodious and clear, with a slightly elongated ending, showing a bit of temptation.

The person who spoke was Qingli, a medium furnace sent by Yaozun.The appearance is clean, the figure is slim, and the appearance is of high quality.

Zangxue Town and Luomei Pavilion were destroyed, and Lingshan was the only one in the world of cultivating immortals.No monks disturbed the demon cultivators anymore, but the demon cultivators started to go crazy.It continued to expand its power, and conflicted with the ghost cultivator for the territory.

Now that Xiao Su has been promoted, in order to get closer to the Demon Cultivator, the Yao Zun sends treasures and furnaces here every three days.

Qingli is one of them.

Zhemo walked to the stone chair and sat down: "Are you used to the environment here?"

"Hmm! How could Qingli choose? If the master hadn't accepted Qingli, Qingli would have escaped death under Yaozun's hands." Qingli looked at Zhemo with a smile, "And you can see the master from time to time these days, Qingli is also very joy."

Zhe Mo was a little surprised by Lu Ding's sudden overture, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Yes."

Qingli keenly grasped Zhemo's confusion, and explained: "It is the inherent mission of Luding to be loyal to its master."

He is the real Luding, and he recognizes Zhemo as the master, even though Zhemo has never picked him, he also wants to get close to him.Even just sniffing Zhemo's scent can fill his heart for a short time.

"Master drinks tea." Qingli picked up the upside-down cup on the table, filled it up and handed it to Zhemo.

Zhemo took the tea: "Why are you here?"

Hearing this, Qingli's face turned red: "Yesterday, I found the master sitting here alone for a long time. Qingli wanted to see the master, so he came here."

"I didn't accept you to use you to improve your cultivation." Zhe Mo didn't look at him again.

Qingli's face froze for a moment, and he shook his head: "If the master doesn't pick Qingli, Qingli will be a burden to the master if he can't help the master."

Zhemo slowly raised his eyelids, his eyes were quiet: "It's okay, you can practice with your disciples, or study medicine with Fengyue."

"Cultivation?" Qingli looked down at his slender wrist, this thin body might not even be able to hold a sword steadily...

Zhe Mo: "Heavenly Demon's Furnace also has no roots of wisdom, but the practice is effective, and it can barely protect itself."

Qingli hid his hands in his sleeves, his face was troubled, but he was very obedient: "After noon, Qingli will go to practice."

"En." Zhe Mo responded, and drank the herbal tea in one gulp.

The two sat upright, silent to each other.

Qingli carefully traced the shape of Zhemo's long and narrow peach blossom eyes with his eyes.

What a pair of beautiful eyes, which should be full of charm, but because of the silence of the face, it shows a deep and quiet that cannot be seen to the end.

Its charm is not the peach blossoms blooming in the spring breeze, but the cold plums standing on the edge of the cliff, just like Zhemo himself, quiet, cold, hopeful but untouchable.

But Zhemo didn't have any thorns, sitting beside him, time seemed to slow down in the gentle silence.

Qingli poured tea for him again, this time he couldn't help but said: "Master, don't you really want to try Qingli...Qingli is a medium-level cauldron, which breeds Taoism in the body, which can help the master grow rapidly in a short period of time .”

Zhe Mo refused once, and he raised the furnace again, he was a little tired: "The essence of the furnace is collected, and the lifespan will end."

"Qingli's life is given by the master, don't care about it." Qingli stood up from his seat, opened his robe and knelt beside Zhemo's legs.

Without permission, he rested his head on Zhe Mo's leg and voluntarily clung to Zhe Mo's body.His long hair fell down because of his actions, but the blue hairband was hanging on Zhemo's legs, the color was like bamboo, with the nobility of bamboo, but it looked like a sexually obscene green snake.

He leaned against Zhemo, with anticipation and pleading in his eyes: "Qingli is willing to accompany Master until the end of his life. From the moment Master accepts Qingli, Qingli will live for Master."

Zhe Mo was taken aback by his words.

Thousands of years have passed, and no one has ever said anything to Zhemo before that.

He is not Xiao Su's only disciple, let alone Zhe Yu's only lover.

He had never heard such sweet words, nor had he seen anyone look at him with eyes full of loyalty and love.

Zhe Mo looked away, and slowly closed the hand that was about to brush the stove away into a fist: "How old are you this year?"

"Double Ten." Qingli replied, "Slightly older, but innocent."

"It's very difficult for a middle-level furnace to protect itself in this troubled world." Zhe Mo said lightly, "Besides, it's not easy for you to look good."

Qingli was praised, and gently rubbed Zhemo's leg with his face, and there was a smile in his eyes: "Qingli has been wandering in the world for a long time, and fell into the hands of countless monks. But Qingli doesn't want to be a playful pet. I have been beaten countless times, and I have also used the hairpin to touch my neck countless times. The purpose is to meet the master one day."

After Qingli finished speaking, she straightened her upper body and unbuttoned her belt. The cyan outer garment slid down her shoulders, and the white inner garment was as thin as a cicada's wing.

"I would like to give all the Taoism of the furnace to the master. Are you willing to undress your furnace?"