The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhe Mo turned his eyes to look at Qing Li, the inner coat was too thin, and the other's slender body could be seen at a glance.

He bent down, and when Qingli thought that Zhemo was going to hug him, that slender and beautiful hand just lifted his dropped coat back to his shoulder.

"I don't need the cauldron for the time being." Zhe Mo stood up from the stone bench, without looking at the other party, he raised his feet and walked away.

Qingli was left behind, her eyes widened in panic: "Master!"

He hurriedly gathered his clothes and wanted to chase after him, but Zhe Mo's figure turned into a black mist and disappeared in place, leaving no trace behind.

After Zhemo practiced in the evening and returned to the house, the room was unexpectedly brightly lit.

His footsteps stopped by the door, and he looked up at the person sitting on the chair and lying on the table.

Zhemo: "Why come here?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhe Yu immediately raised his head, revealing a beautiful face.

"You let the furnace cauldron practice with the disciples?" Zhe Yu asked, and his shadow swayed following the flickering of the candlelight, "Like the furnace cauldron of the demon."

"Yeah." Zhe Mo responded, and walked to the bed in the room, "I'm going to rest, do you have anything else to do?"

"The furnace recognizes you as master." Zhe Yu used an affirmative sentence.

"Yes."

Zhe Yu's expression froze, he adjusted his breathing and said, "Have you used him?"

The tone was not really a question, but Zhemo frowned at the overly private words: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Senior brother, can you throw away the cauldron?" Zhe Yu chased after him, and stood in front of Zhe Mo who was sitting on the bed, his tall body completely covered the light that originally fell on him.

In the shadows, Zhemo lowered his eyes: "Go out."

"You don't need a cauldron. If you want to improve your cultivation, I can help you." Zhe Yu saw his escape, and held Zhe Mo's shoulders with both hands, trying to make him look at him.

Ke Zhemo didn't want to look up.

Zhe Yu continued: "I have studied the art of double cultivation handed down from ancient times. You and I are both magic cultivators. We are cultivating desires and spells together. There is no obstacle to the fusion of Dao and law in the body. If the perfect combination, wouldn't it be faster than the help of the furnace ?”

Zhe Mo pushed his hands away from his body, showing tiredness: "You want to find a cauldron for dual cultivation."

"Senior brother..." Zhe Mo deliberately misinterpreted Zhe Yu's meaning, easily arousing Zhe Yu's anger.

But he tried his best to swallow the anger that was not aimed at Zhemo, took Zhemo's hand, and begged: "Senior brother, don't be angry, okay, can we still be together like before? I know I was wrong, I was wrong before..."

"Enough." Zhemo interrupted him, "I'm not angry, you need me to say it a few times before you remember, it's over between us."

"It's not over, and I don't want it to end!" Zhe Yu raised his voice with red eyes, "How can Lu Ding compare with me? They are born lowly, how can they deserve to befriend you. I have lived with you for nearly a thousand years, and I am the only one. The person who knows you best!"

Zhe Mo suddenly asked: "What does Zhe Xi like to eat?"

"He likes sweets." This weird question made Zhe Yu's voice hesitate.

"Then what about me?" Zhemo turned his head to meet Zheyu's gaze, and asked seriously.

Zhe Yu suddenly froze in place, his lips parted slightly.In a short time, he quickly recalled the scene of eating at the same table with Zhemo in the past five years, but the old memory did not store the habit of Zhemo.

Zhemo couldn't wait for an answer, and then asked: "In the past in Hanshan, where was my favorite place to go besides cultivation?"

Zhe Yu paused: "Bamboo forest."

"Your house, I often wait for you inside."

"Brother..."

"Get out." Zhe Mo turned his head, wanting to end this conversation.

Zhe Yu's eye sockets are getting redder and redder, and his heart is throbbing.He was indulged too much, so he was so unscrupulous and took Zhe Mo's goodness for granted.

So much so that after the other party suddenly took everything back, he thought he was dreaming.

So much so that he didn't know anything about the other party's preferences and habits.

"I'm sorry." Zhe Yu clenched his fists tightly, and his voice choked up when he spoke again, "Senior brother, can you tell me what you like to eat..."

Suddenly there was a sound of knocking on the door that was just right but inappropriate, one after another, breaking the heavy atmosphere in the room.

"Master." Qingli stood outside the door, "May I come in?"

When Zhe Yu heard the sound of the stove, his complexion suddenly became extremely ugly.It's night, when Zhemo is going to bed, what can the stove come to do...

"The door is unlocked." Zhe Mo ignored Zhe Yu's emotions and said.

Qingli pushed open the door, holding a tray in his hand, on which was a bowl of porridge.

Seeing Zheyu standing beside Zhemo, he bowed slightly and saluted, then walked up to Zhemo: "Master, I made lotus seed and white fungus porridge. You can try it."

He squatted beside the bed, and handed the bowl to Zhemo, his sleeve slipped down to reveal a small white wrist: "Fengyue said that you don't like the taste of lotus seeds but like the taste of lotus seeds, so I ground it into powder Make porridge."

Zhe Mo was silent for a while, took the porridge, put it on his lips and took a sip: "Salty?"

"Yeah!" Qingli nodded and said with a smile, "Because the master doesn't like sweets."

Qingli was lying on the bedside, looking at Zhemo eagerly, as if expecting the other party's compliment.

Zhemo agreed to his thoughts: "Thank you."

The smile on Qingli's face was even bigger: "I know the master will like it, I went to ask Fengyue for advice as soon as I finished my practice, and I cooked porridge for several hours."

"This is the reason why you said you had a stomachache in the middle of your practice and ran away early?" Zhe Yu looked at Qing Li's flattering gesture, his eyes darkened, "There are many tricks."

Qingli was accused, and the body lying on the bed gradually stiffened.

After meeting Shang Zhemo's probing gaze, he lowered his head even more evasively: "I'm not lying, it's really uncomfortable."

Zhe Mo was the most scheming, he put the porridge on the small table next to the bed: "What's going on."

This move is already rejecting oneself.

Qingli knelt up in pain, his eyes were red, "Master Zheyu left during the break in the practice, and a few disciples surrounded me to play tricks on me."

"The disciples hate the furnace of the Heavenly Demon, because his furnace often causes trouble." Zhe Yu asked, "But they have no grievances with you, why are they playing tricks on you?"

"Because I was rejected by the master in the pavilion today, and some disciples saw it." Qingli lowered his head lower and lower, "They scolded me for being shameless, pushed me, told me to get out, and don't stand beside them. They still Said that the furnace is a disaster, and killed Zhexi, so let me not harm the master."

"They said they were going to destroy my tripod cavity." Qingli untied his belt with trembling hands, revealing his bruised abdomen, "It hurts so bad here, if Master Zheyu hadn't returned, I would have been beaten to death by them .”

There is a precedent of Zhaoyan being bullied by his disciples, Qingli's words and his injury are extremely convincing.

"Get up." Zhemo said, his voice was as quiet as ever, "I was negligent."

"This matter has nothing to do with the master, the master does not need to blame himself." Qingli shook his head, he stood up from the ground, brought the porridge to Zhemo's hand again, still in a flattering gesture, "Master, eat while it's hot."

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