The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhe Mo heard Zhe Yu's words, turned his head slightly to look at the door, his expression remained unchanged.

After using spiritual power to stop Qingli's bleeding, he sent a message to Fengyue with a spell, asking her to come and help.

Fengyue received the news, put down what she was doing and teleported here.

Seeing Qingli who fell into a coma on the bed, she untied his clothes to check his injuries: "Brother, did you do this? Did he do something wrong?"

Zhemo shook his head, and did not answer Fengyue's words directly: "The blood has stopped, and the scar needs you to help him remove."

"En." Fengyue responded, and healing spiritual power appeared in the palm of her hand, covering Qingli's body with a slight herbal smell.

"His body is different from Zhaoyan." When Lingli passed by Qingli's abdomen to see if there was any congestion, Fengyue suddenly said, "Qingli's tripod cavity carries spiritual energy, it should not have been picked yet, and the spiritual energy is full."

Zhe Mo stared at Qingli's blood-stained abdomen for a long while, and said, "Zhaoyan's tripod cavity does not seem to be used to carry spiritual energy, it conceived the flesh and blood of the demon."

Fengyue remembered the day when she heard the news of Zhaoyan's pregnancy, her eyes immediately became wet.

She tried her best to turn over the memory of that day, and smiled with red eyes: "I said that I fed him so many medicines, but it didn't work. It turns out that his Ding Qiang is different from the real furnace. Zhao Yan asked me for it before. The contraceptive herbal medicine came, I thought he was joking, and even changed the contraceptive herbal medicine to help pregnancy under the instructions of the demon. The demon played tricks on Zhaoyan, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating."

"You mean, Zhaoyan knew that he was going to have a baby a long time ago?"

Fengyue froze, looked sideways at Zhemo, and suddenly realized: "Oh! It shows that he understands his body!"

Zhemo's lips curled into a slight smile: "The change of medicine by Tianmo went against Zhaoyan's intentions, but fortunately, they are in love with each other."

"Can Tianmo not like him? How long has Tianmo been waiting for this ascension? How long has Tianmo been waiting for Zhaoyan." Fengyue recalled Xiao Su's indulgent smile when he stared at Zhaoyan, and the scene of the two kissing by the river, the corners of his mouth The arc of the curve is getting higher and higher, "I have crossed the tribulation 72 times, and every time I fail to reach the level, I will go down. It turns out that the love calamity has not been crossed, and the fate is really determined."

Zhemo nodded thoughtfully.

Qingli's injury is almost healed, Fengyue withdrew her spiritual power: "He will wake up in a while."

"Thanks a lot."

"It's okay." Fengyue sat up from the bed, and before she left, she glanced at Zhemo maliciously, and asked inquiringly, "Brother, you put away the stove but didn't pick it up, is it because you are angry with Brother Zheyu?"

Zhemo's body froze, and he raised his head stiffly to meet Shangfengyue's gaze. Although his face was the same as usual, his pupils lost focus for an instant: "It has nothing to do with him."

"It's okay." Fengyue blinked mischievously, she leaned close to Zhemo, and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother, does Senior Brother Zheyu like you?"

Zhemo instantly avoided looking at her, and lowered his head like dodging: "No."

"But senior brother, you are already shy." Fengyue interpreted the other party's avoidance as shyness, she caught a glimpse of the other party's red ear tips, why is senior brother not good-looking, coupled with this quiet and delicate face, it can be regarded as stunning in the world.

"Fengyue." Zhemo didn't want to talk about it with her, and sighed helplessly, "My helping Luding has nothing to do with Zheyu, so don't you mention me in front of him."

Fengyue puffed her face, she guessed wrong.

Hearing Zhemo's words, could it be that the quarrel has not been reconciled yet...

"Senior brother Zhexi is gone, and something happened, and the demon may not come back in the future." Fengyue grabbed Zhemo's sleeve and lowered her eyes sadly, "You and Zheyu can't leave me like them, we It's just you."

Zhemo's lips parted slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Fengyue thought that the other party should have agreed, but there was indeed a strange silence.

She trembled, almost crying: "Brother, why don't you speak..."

Zhe Mo took a deep breath, raised his hand to caress her head: "Okay."

"You promised, but you are not allowed to go back on your word!"

"When did I lie to you?"

Fengyue immediately stretched out her arms to hug Zhemo, looked up at her senior brother who dotes on her the most, with a bright smile on her face: "Will you stay by Fengyue's side for the rest of your life?"

Zhe Mo stared at her tear-stained eyes that were crooked with a smile, and a faint smile gradually flowed from her lips: "If you are not married yet, I will always be here."

"I only like Tianmo and the three senior brothers." Fengyue has no idea about the word "marry", "I like Zhaoyan too."

"So greedy?" Zhemo pinned her hair that was hanging in front of her back behind her ears, with a doting voice, "You are not big, but your heart is not small."

Fengyue blushed embarrassingly: "It's not too big, it can only accommodate five people in 300 years."

Walked three.

Only Zhemo and Zheyu were left.

"Brother, then call me if you have something to do. My medicine is half refined, I have to go back and look at the fire." Fengyue let go of Zhemo, and straightened his crumpled clothes for him.

"medicine?"

"Yeah." Fengyue nodded, "I want to try the medicine that can cure all the strange poisons in the world."

Zhemo paused, he could probably think of the reason, looking at Fengyue's damp eyelashes, as if his heart had been stabbed hard by a needle, the pain made him stagnant for breathing.

From beginning to end, the person who loves them the most should be Fengyue.

From three meals a day to their preferences, Fengyue knows better than each of them.Fengyue is caring about their emotions, Fengyue is adjusting their quarrels, Fengyue has been paying attention to them, but they seem to be busy with their own affairs.Tianmo left as soon as he said he would, leaving the entire Jinshan Mountain behind, and he almost asked Tianmo to leave Hanshan because of Zheyu, without considering Fengyue's feelings at all.

None of them really took Fengyue's emotions to heart.

"I'll look for you in the medicine room later." Zhe Mo said, "See how your medicine is doing."

When Fengyue heard the words, she opened her eyes with joy: "Okay!"

Zhemo patted her head again.

After Fengyue left, Zhemo stood still.

His slender eyelashes trembled, and he didn't know whether he was disturbed by the sudden emptiness in his heart, or he was frozen by the overly quiet indoor atmosphere.

The wind came in through the wide open windows, the sun rose slowly, and the shadow of the teacup on the table gradually elongated.

I didn't expect that this place that seems to never have winter would make people so cold.

Perhaps it was because of missing Xiao Su, the person who warmed the entire Hanshan and Jinshan with his own power, without his scorching temperature, Zhemo seemed to have lost the ability to keep out the cold.

Even the leg disease, which has not occurred for a long time, has a tendency to be artificial.

"Master." Qingli's hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Zhe Mo moved, turned around, and saw that he didn't speak.

"Qingli has nothing to do with Yaozun..." Qingli lifted the quilt, her face pale.

He got out of bed, staggered to Zhemo and knelt down, "Before Yaozun sent Qingli here, he did threaten Qingli to persuade you to help him, but Qingli never thought of serving him."

Zhemo remained silent.

Qingli's tears rolled down his face uncontrollably, and he sobbed: "If the master doesn't believe in Qingli, please kill Qingli. Qingli has been tossed and wandered in the world as a furnace, and has suffered too much bullying. After meeting the master Before, no one regarded Qingli as a human being. The master rescued Qingli from Yaozun, and the master treated Qingli with equal eyes. Qingli dared not have the intention of harming the master..."

He slammed his head on the ground, and his sobs couldn't cover the muffled sound of pain: "I beg the master to believe in Qingli..."

"I can accept you as the cauldron."

Zhe Mo opened his mouth, his voice was quiet, without emotion.