The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhe Mo took Qingli's porridge for the second time, the moment his palm wrapped around the porcelain bowl, the warmth of the porridge penetrated his thin skin and soaked into the passing blood.

The temperature is just right and the taste is just right.

"I'll order someone to fetch some medicine for you." Zhe Mo's eyes lingered on his injury for a while, feeling dazed for some reason.

He thought of Xiao Su's cauldron, when Zhao Yan was injured for no reason, Xiao Su's fury seemed to be somewhat understandable now.

"It's okay." Qingli answered with a smile, and he lay back on Zhemo's bed again. Between his nostrils was the light breath of Zhemo's body. He couldn't tell what it was like, like the wind blowing through the bamboo forest, or like It was the snow that drifted across Merlin.

Zhe Yu's fist hanging by his side gradually clenched.

The gloom between the brows and eyes gradually intensified due to Qingli's move closer to Zhemo.

He moved to kill.

Zhe Mo looked up sharply, took the bowl of porridge and drank it down, looked at Zhe Yu silently, and did not leave the porridge for a moment.

Under his gaze, Zhe Yu's killing intent was like a mist at sunrise, which dissipated instantly when pierced by the sun.

"Salty porridge." Zhe Mo said lightly, and put the empty bowl on the table.

The sound of the bottom of the bowl touching the table was neither clear nor dull, but it hit Zhe Yu's heart exactly, smashing all the words he said about Zhe Mo to pieces.

He is not as good as a furnace.

"...Okay." Zhe Yu responded, "Brother, I've made a note."

"It's late at night and the dew is heavy, you go back to the house to rest earlier." Zhe Mo lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went to the door and ordered someone to fetch the ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

"Brother, Lu Ding is good at deceiving people's hearts." Zhe Yu passed by Zhe Mo's side when he left, and said in a low voice, "I will not stop you from using him to improve your cultivation, but he is a pet sent by Yao Zun, and Zhao Yan's The history is different."

Leaving these words behind, Oruha walked over the threshold and left.The layout of the surrounding area is similar to that of Hanshan Mountain. Walk dozens of steps to the right from Zhemo's room, and turn left to Zheyu's residence.

Zhemo stood in place and looked at his back, his expression unchanged.The moonlight hangs high outside the house, and the cool evening wind lifts his black robe, and the long hair in the shawl flutters slightly.

"Owner."

Qingli walked to Zhemo's side, and the belt had been fastened back.

Zhe Mo heard the sound and looked at him.

Qingli lowered her eyes, looking hesitant to speak.But he really couldn't hide the thought in his heart: "Can I sleep next to Master tonight?"

Fearing that Zhemo would refuse, he hastily added: "It's also good to sleep on the floor, but on the floor."

Zhemo: "Why."

"Staying with the master, Qingli is very happy." Qingli held Zhemo's arm with a smile, and the reddish eyes that had not faded completely were charming.

He didn't hide it either, his thoughts were all displayed on his face, obviously he couldn't get on the stage, but because of his magnanimity, he revealed a bit of sincerity.

"After taking the medicine, you go back to your room."

"Qingli will not disturb the master's rest." Qingli vowed.

Zhe Mo frowned, seemingly displeased.

Qingli loosened his arm slowly, and said, "My room is with Jinshan's disciples, so I dare not go there."

"The past few days have been peaceful."

Qingli showed embarrassment: "Now I can't seduce the master, and I have annoyed your disciple."

This is what it says...

Zhemo sighed.

Qingli smiled sheepishly, seeing Zhemo staring at him, he restrained his smile after a while, and lowered his head as if knowing his mistake.

Zhemo closed the door, went to the table and sat down.

Qing Liyan quickly followed him, opened the upside-down jade cup on the wooden table, and poured tea for him.

Zhemo was not in the mood to drink tea, he was about to refuse, a layer of black mist suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, it slowly melted into the shape of ointment, and appeared on the table.

Sent by the guards.

Zhemo: "Go to bed and lie down."

Qingli's hands trembled, almost pouring water out of the glass.He looked at Zhemo in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and then smiled brightly: "Thank you, master."

He put the teapot back to its original place, and hurriedly walked to the bedside to take off his shoes and socks as if he was afraid that Zhemo would regret it.

Zhe Mo took the ointment, and rubbed the smooth body of the bottle with his fingertips.

His eyes stared at nowhere in the house, and he was empty, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Until the candles in the room were shaken by the wind that entered the room, his thoughts were disturbed, and he finally stood up from his seat.

Qingli didn't urge her, she lay quietly on the bed and waited for him.

Seeing Zhemo walking towards him, he blinked and whispered, "Master."

Zhemo sat beside the bed: "Fengyue's medicine skills are very good, and her medicine is very effective. If you have a quarrel with your disciple, go to Fengyue to learn medicine together tomorrow. She is pure and kind, and she won't treat you just because you are her." furnace cauldron and reject you."

Qingli nodded cooperatively: "Okay."

"Pick off the quilt, and I'll apply the medicine for you." Zhe Mo opened the porcelain cover of the ointment, and dipped some soft paste on his fingertips.

Seeing this, Qingli was stunned.

He opened his mouth and said uncertainly, "Master, did you just want to take medicine when you asked me to lie down?"

Zhemo looked at him quietly.

Qingli reacted instantly, her hands hidden under the quilt awkwardly clenched the quilt tightly.He blushed, and his tone was slightly twitchy: "But I thought you were going to pick me up, so I took off my pants."

Zhe Mo took the ointment back: "I'll come back after I get dressed."

"Master!" Seeing that Zhemo was about to leave, Qingli quickly sat up from the bed and grabbed Zhemo's sleeve.The quilt slipped off his body, revealing a large expanse of snow-colored skin.

Beautiful to dazzling.

"You don't need to avoid it." Qingli said, "I am your cauldron, as long as you don't mind, I don't mind either."

With that said, he lay back down again, pulled the quilt down to his stomach, and raised his eyelids for advice: "Is this okay?"

Zhe Mo didn't respond, just sat back and put the ointment on the horrible bruise on the opponent's stomach.

The black aura pushed the ointment into the skin, and the blood stasis disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qingli stared at Zhemo intently: "Before being sent to you by Yaozun, Qingli has never seen someone with such outstanding appearance and temperament as you."

Zhe Mo's complexion did not cause any waves because of this sentence, his voice was quiet: "There are people outside of people."

"You are unique." Qing Li said with a smile.

Zhe Mo was startled.

"I have seen many furnaces." Qingli continued, "The carriers of furnaces are usually beautiful and charming, and most of them have a pair of flirtatious peach blossom eyes. You also have peach blossom eyes, but your eyes are different from theirs."

"Since they are the same eyes, why are they different?"

"Eyes." Qingli said.

This was an overly general answer, and the ripples in his heart just now gradually disappeared.

Zhe Mo withdrew the hand that applied the medicine: "Okay."

"You look at me like a stranger. No matter what I do, you don't take it seriously. But just now when Master Zhe Yu came, you were also expressionless, but your eyes were so sad that you seemed to be crying."

Zhemo's body froze suddenly.

"Don't try to speculate on me." Probably angry, Zhe Mo squeezed the medicine bottle tightly in his hand, unable to suppress the displeasure in his heart, he got up and planned to leave.

Qingli panicked, he quickly threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and hugged Zhemo's waist from behind: "Master, don't be angry, Qingli has no other intentions, Qingli just wants to share your worries!"

"I don't need you to intervene in my affairs." Zhemo took a deep breath, and the riddled thoughts that he tried so hard to hide were seen through, like a fragile handle being manipulated, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Master, try Qingli." Qingli put his face on Zhemo's back and rubbed gently, his posture was like a snake clinging to his body, so beautiful that it was unreal, "Qingli will love Master all his life. If Master Doubtful about Qingli's identity, Qingli is willing to accept the Suoding Pill, it must be taken by the master in this life."

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