The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Hearing this, Qingli suddenly raised her head to look at Zhemo.He opened his mouth, his voice was unsteady due to the tremor in his chest: "Master..."

"Follow me during this time, don't go anywhere else." Zhe Mo instructed, he bent down and stretched out his hand to Qing Li, "If you have evil intentions, I will not be lenient."

Qingli immediately clenched Zhemo's hand, and smiled with tears in his eyes: "Qingli will never do anything wrong to master in this life."

He got up from the ground, holding the other's hand reluctantly to let go.His face was bloodless, but his eyes were shining brightly in the sun.

It is obvious that his appearance is too coquettish to be ignored, but Zhe Mo's eyes looking at him are empty.

It's not that Qingli didn't notice it, he lowered his head in disappointment, and turned his eyes to the other's slender five fingers, it was beautiful with heart-warming warmth, Qingli smiled.

This day, Qingli obeyed Zhemo's words and followed closely.

When Zhemo was practicing, he watched him from the sidelines. When Zhemo taught his disciples to practice martial arts, he hid not far away to look at his slender figure, and even avoided Zheyu sensibly, without causing any conflict.

Zhemo didn't give him any extra attention.

Zhe Yu, on the other hand, didn't bother Zhe Mo anymore after what happened in the morning, turned around and left after teaching his disciples, didn't come forward to say hello, and didn't take the initiative to approach.

The two went down the mountain by different paths, and Zhe Mo didn't mention Zhe Yu either.

Qingli obediently followed Zhemo, pulling out many willow branches along the way, weaving a willow hat while walking, and inserting a few scattered small flowers on it after finishing the work.

At the destination, while the other party stopped to open the door, Qingli tiptoed and put the willow hat on Zhemo's head.

Zhe Mo froze, he turned around and looked at Qing Li.

Qingli smiled happily and flirtatiously: "Master is so pretty."

Zhe Mo took the willow hat off his head, looked at it carefully for a while, and said in a quiet voice, "Thank you."

Qingli lost his mind for a moment because of these two words, he shook his head in confusion: "Master, you don't have to be polite."

"I've seen it before."

Perhaps the memory is too long, and Zhemo has a hard time recalling it, and after the first sentence, he can't say more sentences.

This is clearly a common thing.

Qingli blinked: "Did you play it when you were a child? The master lives on the mountain and devotes himself to cultivating demons. It's normal if you don't remember."

Zhemo shook his head, wondering if he denied something Qingli said.He didn't speak any more, and entered the house clutching his willow hat.

"Master, do you want to go down the mountain for a walk?" Qingli suggested, "Below the mountain is the human world, which is always lively and full of interesting things."

"I want to wash up. If you have nothing to do, you can rest in the house." Zhemo put the spell and the willow hat that he taught his disciples on the table.

"Okay." Qingli nodded, "We will go when the master is free."

He noticed that although Zhemo didn't pay much attention to the willow hat, which was not so finely woven, he probably liked it.

Qingli laughed happily because of this.

"Master, I'll arrange for you to wash up with Shui Qingli." After finishing speaking, he hurried out the door, and he didn't know when he got acquainted with the guards. Not long after he ran out, two guards came in carrying buckets.

Zhemo took off his clothes and put them in the bucket, Qingli prepared the clothes for him and put them outside the screen, and put away Zhemo's outer clothes by the way.

Before giving it to the servants to wash, he lowered his head and sniffed the black robe.

The scent above carries the brand-new body temperature of Zhemo, like bamboo in the wind, it smells very good.

After Zhemo finished washing, Qingli took the initiative to pull him to sit in front of the stool and comb his hair.

In the bronze mirror, Qingli looked at Zhemo's quiet face. The other party seemed to never be happy, but his eyes were so beautiful that they contained all the emotions in the world.

It seems to see everything clearly, but it seems to understand nothing.

Qingli praised: "I heard that the demon cultivator is full of evil spirits, but the master is always clean."

"Professor Tianmo, we don't cultivate demons to hurt people." Zhemo said, "It's to enable us to protect ourselves."

"I know that the demon cultivators want to gain more power. They... can do anything." Qingli whispered, "The heavenly demon destroyed the two major forces in the world of cultivating immortals, and I thought the demon cultivator would do the same."

"The demon set fire not for himself, but for his dead relatives and thousands of innocent demon cultivators."

Qingli tied the hair crown for him, and nodded with a half-knowledge: "Yeah."

"There are countless undead on his shoulders. In order to let them rest in peace, the demon has survived more than two thousand years of cultivation alone, suffered 72 catastrophes, and endured the pain of broken tendons and bones many times. He almost died without a single complaint." Zhemo continued, "He is worthy of admiration."

"Heavenly Demon and Yaozun are different, so the disciples they teach are also different." Qingli answered, "Master has a good temper. Although Master Zheyu has a quick temper, he speaks directly when he has something to say. Master, Qingli likes Jin Mountain."

Zhe Mo understood it as Qing Li's approval of Xiao Su, and when he nodded, there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

In the evening, Zhemo finally went down the mountain, bringing Fengyue with him.

In order to prevent Zhe Yu from making a move, Qingli could not walk alone, he obediently followed Zhe Mo, seeing Fengyue holding Zhe Mo's hand and saw the god.

"Senior brother, I don't want to go down the mountain to play alone. Brother Zheyu doesn't take me down the mountain, I don't know what you are busy with, but fortunately you have time to accompany me." Fengyue stopped in front of the jewelry shop, opened a box of rouge and held it to the tip of her nose Smell it.

When Zhe Mo learned that Zhe Yu had also gone down the mountain, his expression froze for a moment.

"When did he... go down the mountain?"

"Before dinner." Fengyue replied, "I also said that I won't be back for a few days, let me convey this news to you in my spare time."

Zhemo slowly lowered his eyes: "Yes."

"Brother, does this color look good?" Fengyue handed the box of peach pink rouge to Zhemo, and said with a smile, "Smell the smell of peach blossoms."

Zhe Mo followed her, lowered his head and put the tip of his nose close to her, felt it carefully and then nodded: "If you like it, I'll buy it for you."

This is what Qingli did not expect.

He didn't know that Zhemo had such a side. He would show doting eyes and say things to make the other party happy when he allowed others to make intimate gestures to him.

"Thank you, senior brother!" Fengyue smiled and bent her eyes, she turned her head to look at Qingli, paused, and asked, "Do you like it, I will ask senior brother to buy two."

Qingli was flattered and shook his head quickly: "No, no, thank you."

"He's a man." Zhemo handed over a tael of silver to the rouge seller, "Give me something else."

"Ah." Fengyue finally came to her senses, "I'm sorry, I thought Lu Ding also loved beauty..."

"It doesn't matter." Qingli smiled back, and to appease Fengyue, he took the other party's words and said, "You are right, Luding with a man's body really cares more about appearance than ordinary men."

Zhe Mo listened, put another tael of silver on the rouge shop, and handed a new box of rouge to Qingli: "In that case, keep it."

"Master..." Qingli opened his eyes wide, trembling in his sockets, "I..."

"You gave me a willow hat today, count it as a thank you gift."

Qingli never applied makeup, although he cared about his complexion, he never used these things on his face.

But it was Zhemo who gave him this.

He took it without thinking: "Thank you, master!"

"It's okay."

After Zhemo finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to take a step forward.The moment he raised his eyes, he met Zhe Yu who was sitting at the table in the wine shop not far away.

Beside Zhe Yu was a strange man with a slender figure and an extraordinary complexion. He was bringing the poured wine to Zhe Yu's lips at this time: "A little more."

The breath is like a furnace.