The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Master, do you have something to tell Qingli?" Qingli put her clothes together, and stopped in front of Zhe Yu who was standing not far from the door.

"What can I do with Yao Zun's confidant?" When Zhe Yu turned around, a powerful black mist turned into a rope in a short time, and tied his body tightly without waiting for Qingli's reaction.

Qingli couldn't move for a moment, he raised his eyes to look at Zhe Yu in horror, and bumped into the other's eyes full of murderous intent.

"Master..." Qingli looked at him in a daze, "Why..."

"The blood eagle of Mao Shi Yaozun hovered around Jinshan, and there was a letter tied at his feet." Zhe Yu took out the small note from his waist, opened it in front of Qingli, and before telling the contents , he glanced at Qingli contemptuously.

"You look very surprised. Didn't you expect that the letter you wanted to hide in a hidden place at the foot of the mountain was actually taken by me before it passed your hands?"

Qingli stared at the note in Zhe Yu's hand, the panic in his eyes gradually subsided.He didn't struggle to break free from the rope, but stood where he was without struggling: "Master, Yaozun and Qingli have long since severed ties. No matter what is written in the letter, it has nothing to do with Qingli. The master took Qingli from Yaozun's hand." Next, let Qingli stay away from that filthy place, Qingli will never do anything to hurt the master."

"The second disciple who asked you to win over the demon as soon as possible has nothing to do with you!" Zhe Yu grabbed the letter paper with a sarcastic tone, "Indeed, of course you will not do anything to hurt Zhemo, you will only try your best to confuse and curry favor Zhemo, because you are just a pawn of the Yaozun. If you fail to persuade Zhemo to join the Yaozun's camp, you will be replaced by the next furnace immediately."

Zhe Yu grabbed Qingli's collar, and pulled the person in front of his eyes: "The demon master competed for the ghost cultivator's territory, and annoyed the ghost master who had been silent for many years. Now that the ghost master asked Yun Xiangyi for help, the demon master panicked. There are Heavenly Demon disciples who can help you. Are you going to persuade Zhemo to die for your former master?"

"No!" Qingli shook his head, his voice firm, "Qingli has never mentioned this to the master."

"The news has just been delivered, and you didn't have time to mention it." Zhe Yu said, "Demon cultivators are used to scheming, and you may still have a conspiracy that I don't know about."

"After coming to Jinshan, Qingli has nothing to do with the Yaozun." Qingli hastily explained, "Qingli only wants to serve the master wholeheartedly, and never has the intention of harming the master."

"I don't need to listen to your sophistry." Zheyu's eyes darkened, he pushed Qingli away, but the rope entangled Qingli became tighter and tighter, "As long as I kill you and destroy the secret work of the demon cultivator, I can be exempted All troubles."

The rope rubbed against his livid skin, and traces of scarlet blood oozed from the place where it was rubbed.Under the severe pain, Qingli's face turned pale, and his lips trembled violently when he spoke: "Master...you want to kill me, is it for your own selfishness, or is it really concerned about the safety of the master..."

"Both public and private, you deserve to die!"

Zhe Yu knew Zhe Mo's temperament, if one day Lu Ding really walked into Zhe Mo's heart, even if Zhe Mo was asked to openly confront Yun Xiangyi, even if he knew it was sending him to death, Zhe Mo would do it for Lu Ding.

He had to get rid of all threats before the cauldron got his hands on it.

"You don't want to take care of the master, so what if you give me a chance?" Qingli raised his voice with a pale face, "I said and did what I said to the master, the master knows better than you, if you want to kill, the master will do it! Can't you see My master is used to approaching me, why don't you play the piano with him before I appear? You make the master sad, why can't I make the master happy!"

Zhe Yu was questioned by a lowly status furnace, the contempt in his heart turned into anger and the evil spirit continued to increase, the rope almost twisted Qingli's body.

Qingli knelt heavily on the ground, the blood that flowed from the place where the rope and the clothes met was thick and glaring.Her hair was messy and scattered in front of her body, her lips were trembling, and a bean-sized amount of cold sweat slid down her face from her forehead, dripping to the ground accompanied by a painful moan.

"The Heavenly Demon never accepts the cauldron sent by the Demon Master, it's just that he doesn't want to form an alliance with the Demon Cultivator." Zhe Yu stepped on Qingli's shoulder and pressed him hard to the ground, "If you are clean, I will not interfere if Zhemo wants you or not. But you have evil intentions, I will definitely not sit idly by!"

As the words fell, Qingli's body gradually stuck to the ground as the strength of his soles increased.

He almost heard the sound of his own bones breaking, it was so painful that he almost didn't have the extra strength to cry out.His vision was slowly blurred by the physiological tears from his eyes, his wet eyelashes were dusty, and his breath was filled with the smell of rust and dust.

Consciousness gradually dissipated, and his head was gray.Qingli's breathing lost its rhythm, and vaguely, he seemed to hear the sound of the door opening behind him.

Zhe Mo raised his eyes to look at Zhe Yu, and then his eyes fell on Qing Li who was covered in blood.

He frowned, and swung Zhe Yu who was holding Qingli away with a palm, even the tightly locked rope was torn apart.

Zhe Yu was hit by Zhe Mo's spiritual power, covered his chest and took several steps back to stabilize his figure.He spoke with a hoarse voice: "Brother..."

"What are you going to do again?" Zhemo stepped forward and picked Qingli up from the ground, and the spiritual power of healing was transmitted into the body along the other's wound.

Amidst Qingli's unconscious low moans, Zhe Mo glared at Zhe Yu, his sword eyebrows showing a bit sharp because of his displeasure.

Zhe Yu's heartbeat froze for a moment in Zhe Mo's disgusted eyes.

His hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist: "I went back to Jinshan last night, and I saw the blood eagle of Yaozun. Yaozun tried to contact Qingli. In order to ensure your safety, I must kill him."

Qingli heard their conversation, although it was intermittent, but when he caught the word Yaozun, he nervously grabbed Zhemo's clothes: "No, no...Master, Qingli will not help Yaozun, let alone harm you. Master...please master, Mingcha..."

"I have my own judgment on this matter." Zhemo's palm was gradually soaked in Qingli's blood, sticky and warm.

This taste is not good, whether it is in the heart or in the hand.

This can't go on any longer.

Zhemo turned around and walked out of the house, with a cold voice: "Qingli is my man, if you want to touch him, first ask me for permission. Next time, I will not let you go easily."

"Brother, are you willing to face outsiders and refuse to listen to a word of my words?" Zhe Yu wanted to catch up, but the door of the house was slammed shut by a powerful evil spirit.

"He's an outsider, but he treats me with more care than you." Zhe Mo's voice came out from the room, and although it was separated by a door, it came into Zhe Yu's ears very clearly.

In an instant, he lost the courage to knock on the door.

Zhe Yu raised his hand to cover his heart that was attacked by Zhe Mo, and the faint throbbing pain here constantly reminded him that Zhe Mo had already started to attack him for others.

How unbelievable.

Painful but true.

Zhe Yu pulled out a pale and embarrassing smile, it's only been a few days, Zhe Mo is going to turn against the people around him for a furnace like a demon...

Qingli's blood on the ground was thick, but it couldn't match the killing intent in his eyes.

"Brother, unless you kill me, he will surely die." Zhe Yu took a deep look at the simple carvings on the door, turned and left.

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