The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhe Mo's hand landed on the ten fingers of the other party around his waist, and then he opened one of them little by little: "Today you stay indoors to rest, and tomorrow I will find a way for you in the new residence."

"Master..." Qingli was forced to let go of Zhemo, standing there trembling, "Why don't you accept Qingli, even if it's to help you solve your problems..."

"I don't need it, and don't do such a thing again." Zhemo refused again, "If you need a master to take care of you when the picking period is approaching, I can find another spouse for you among my disciples."

After leaving these words behind, before Qingli could object, he stepped forward decisively, opened the door and walked out.

Qingli stared blankly at his leaving figure, then lowered her head to look at her own body, turned around in frustration, and put on the clothes one by one.

The bed was messed up by him, fearing that Zhemo would be unhappy, Qingli fastened his belt and bent down to tidy it up.

The folds of the bedding were smoothed out one by one, and the pillow was put back to its original position. He made sure that his breath was not contaminated, he breathed a sigh of relief, and waited quietly for Zhemo to calm down and come back to rest.

However, he waited indoors until midnight, but Zhemo was still nowhere to be seen.

He was sleepy and couldn't keep his eyes open, but he didn't dare to sleep on Zhemo's bed. Instead, he went to the table and sat down, and fell asleep lying on the table.

Zhemo went to Hanshan, where he lived for nearly a thousand years.

After the fire, the dead vegetation at the foot of the cold mountain sprouted again in a short period of time, the ashes of the house were washed away by the rain of the previous day, and the traces of dilapidation disappeared without a trace, leaving only the smoldering sun. deserted.

Zhe Mo stepped on the moonlight all the way to Xiao Su's bedroom, which was restored by Xiao Su with spiritual power, and became the closest point to the past.

The furnishings in the house are the same as before, except that the sandalwood belonging to the Demon Lord is missing.He no longer needs to salute when he enters the house, and he doesn't see Zhaoyan's thin figure walking around.

There were only two people in his life, one was Xiao Su who brought him back to Hanshan to help him cultivate his demon after losing his parents, and the other was Zhe Yu who broke into his life unexpectedly and gave him love.

Now that the relationship with Zhe Yu has been severed, Xiao Su Huamo Feisheng does not know where he is going.

The people he can use to remember don't know if they will return to Hanshan to give him advice.

My heart suddenly became empty.

Zhe Mo sighed softly, stood in front of the door for a while, and then retreated.

"Brother."

The sudden voice from behind made Zhemo stiff for a moment.

He paused, retracted his hand that fell on the door, and turned his head.

Zhe Yu stood not far away, the moment he saw him, his eyes were slightly red.

Zhemo: "Why are you here?"

"I want to go to the place where the senior brother often comes." Zhe Yu pulled out a smile, which carried the joy of meeting unexpected people in unexpected places.

He couldn't wait to move forward and approached, and took a few steps, as if he was afraid that Zhemo would back away to avoid him, when there was about three steps between them, he stopped moving.

Zhemo's voice was as quiet as ever: "In that case, I'll go first."

These words were not approved by Zhe Yu, he walked away after speaking, and did not deliberately care about Zhe Yu's wishes.

Zhe Yu's lips trembled, but he didn't move.

The two passed by, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhemo's wrist.

"I can't let it go." Zhe Yu sighed, looking at the other side's face, his tone was almost pleading, "Can you give me another chance, your preferences, things you care about, your habits, I will slowly get rid of them I understand, I will definitely remember them all, I will not bully senior brother, and I will not in the future."

"Zhexi is dead, so do you want to replace me?" Zhemo's gaze slowly fell on the other's hand that was clamping his arm, "Zheyu, your liking for me is somewhat aimed at me. People, and it’s partly because of my face. What you really can’t let go of is whether you like Zhexi who has been with you for a hundred years, or Zhemo who has only been with you for five years.”

"Would you believe me if I said it was you?"

Zhe Mo heard the words, because he thought it was ridiculous, a pale arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, he shook his head: "I don't believe it."

After getting the answer, Zhe Yu suddenly pushed hard and hugged the other party into his arms.

He hugged Zhemo tightly, his chest was hot from touching the familiar body.His arms were trembling, his breathing was out of rhythm, Zhe Yu smelled the breath belonging to Zhe Mo, and tears immediately rolled down his face.

Zhe Mo wanted to struggle, but he stopped suddenly when he heard sobs coming from his ears.

"Don't be so indifferent to me...I miss you so much..." Zhe Yu cried out, his voice was choked and hoarse, "I always dreamed of that night, that night you were injured by Zhe Xi, and you were lying in the royal palace Not far away, no matter how I call you, you can’t wake up... I dreamed that your injury was not healed, but I always disturbed your rest. I dreamed that you said it hurts so you didn’t want to wake up. I dreamed that you didn’t want me anymore... ...It's so uncomfortable, brother, I'm so uncomfortable..."

The other party's hot tears fell on the clothes on Zhemo's shoulders, soaking into colorless water splashes.

"It wasn't me who died," Zhe Mo replied, with a calm tone, "You should feel sad about this."

Zhemo buried his face in his neck in pain, because Zhemo always misinterpreted his words, he twitched in distress: "If you are the one who died, I will definitely go to accompany you."

"..."

Zhe Mo took a deep breath, his breath was chaotic: "How can I believe it, how do I know that you didn't lie to me a second time... For this very resemblance of a face, you can do anything."

Forcing him, pestering him, Zhe Yu never respected him.

"I liked Zhexi, but that was in the past. I now understand my feelings very well, Zhemo, I love you, but I realized it too late..." Zheyu explained in a panic, "Brother, don't worry, I Will wait for you, one day we will start again..."

Zhemo violently broke free from his embrace, stepped back, turned his back to Zheyu, his eyes were imperceptibly wet: "Zheyu, I beg you, don't provoke me again."

He's too stupid to give himself up easily.

When Zhe Yu said what he did when we were together, even if he was outside when he liked Zhe Yu, as long as Zhe Yu untied his belt, he would be obedient and cooperate.He has no sense of propriety, justice, integrity and shame, and only has Zhe Yu in his heart.

If he had known that Zhe Yu, who was holding him, only had other men in his mind, he would not have called him so profligate just to please him again.

Zhemo's figure disappeared from sight in an instant.

"Senior brother! Zhemo!" Zheyu chased him and called him, but his spiritual power was not as strong as Zhemo's, and he couldn't recognize the other party's escape direction, so he stood still and stopped.

The moment he gradually saw the truth, his chest hurt so badly that he fell to the ground. He really didn't want to cry so embarrassingly, but he couldn't stop it.

Zhemo doesn't want him anymore.

I really don't want it anymore.

Considering that Zhaoyan still had to go to school, Xiao Su didn't want Little Things to get up so early every morning, so after comprehensive consideration, he bought a house for Zhaoyan near the school.

Close to supermarkets and restaurants, the environment is average, but the decoration is exquisite, and the study is well-equipped, which is convenient for Zhaoyan to study.

Zhaoyan was not used to living here, and was trembling, feeling that everything was like a dream.

Xiao Su, on the other hand, was extremely satisfied. Every night when he fell asleep with the little thing in his arms, he could see Zhao Yan's obedient face when he opened his eyes, and even smiled a little more than usual.

That day, Zhaoyan finished school and was about to pack his schoolbag and go home when a hand suddenly and rudely pressed on his book.

Zhaoyan raised his head slowly, and met the eyes of Alpha in the neighboring class.

Alpha's name is Xu Qi, tall, with dyed brown hair and ear studs. His appearance is not exquisite, but because of his tasteful attire, it adds a lot of points to the whole person's temperament.

"You have been refusing to accept me because you were taken care of by others?"

He asked questions as soon as he opened his mouth, and because Xu Qi didn't deliberately suppress the volume, the students who were fighting around turned their heads to look at him.

Zhaoyan opened his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse: "This has nothing to do with you."

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