The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhao Yan does not want to have a deep discussion with Fengyue on this private topic, no matter what Fengyue said later, he just nodded and did not speak, and absolutely did not want to tell Xiao Su about the pill.

Staying at Fengyue's place all morning, Zhaoyan saw that the time was almost up, said goodbye to Fengyue after lunch, and hurriedly walked towards Xiao Su's bedroom, not daring to delay at all.

He remembered that Xiao Su wanted to take him out.

However, Xiao Su hadn't come back at this time, Zhao Yan sat at the table in the bedroom and rested for a few minutes, recalling the conversation with Xiao Su this morning, he got up consciously, fetched water from a basin, and wiped Xiao Su's room.

Before doing it, he first touched the tabletop, and then touched the vases placed around him, and found that they were all spotless, presumably someone had come to clean them.

Zhaoyan thought for a long time, then simply opened his robe, rolled up his trousers to his thighs, then knelt on the ground and began to wipe the floor.

The floor was hard, and it was uncomfortable to rub against the skin on his knees, but the clothes Xiao Su gave him were very clean, and he was reluctant to get them dirty.

A few minutes later, when Zhao Yan wiped under the table, the sound of the door opening suddenly came from not far away.

He quickly turned his head to look, but what he met was not Xiao Su's gaze, but the person he met yesterday, Zhexi.

Zhexi glanced at Lu Ding kneeling on the ground, with disheveled clothes, and the contempt in his eyes was even worse.

He opened his mouth, his voice was cold: "What are you doing here?"

Zhaoyan quickly put the cloth in his hand back into the basin, stood up from the ground, and slowly lowered his eyes: "I'm here, cleaning the floor."

"Your Majesty has a special maid." Zhexi glanced at the other party's exposed slender legs. This was a normal thing for Zhaoyan, but it was unsightly in Zhexi's eyes. Someone cleans up."

Obviously, Zhexi’s words did not contain an insulting word, but Zhaoyan felt that each word was belittling him, and the strong sense of discomfort made his volume gradually decrease: “I eat what my lord gives, so I take care of my lord.” daily life."

"Take care." Zhexi emphasized the pronunciation of these two words.

Zhaoyan pursed his lips and changed the word: "Work."

Zhexi looked away from him, looked around the bedroom, but did not see Xiao Su's figure.

He frowned, and stepped closer to Zhaoyan.The clear breath lingering around forced Zhao Yan to back away, his eyelashes trembling violently.

"It's really a stove that can only serve people with color. It looks so pitiful, but it's easy to hear the wind." Zhexi pulled out the folding fan at his waist and placed it in front of Zhaoyan's neck. It’s really embarrassing to do dirty things.”

"No, I can't... I don't know martial arts..." A trace of panic flashed in Zhaoyan's eyes, he was almost out of breath just because of Zhexi's aura, and if he really started to fight, he wouldn't survive today's noon.

"You didn't practice, so you didn't think about the consequences of talking too much?" As Zhexi raised his eyes, the aura on the fan gradually turned darker, and then condensed into a sharp blade, aiming at Zhaoyan's neck to attack.

Zhaoyan's pupils suddenly constricted, like a frog being stared at by a snake, so frightened that he stood still and forgot to move.

Between lightning and flint, a spell quickly flashed in front of Zhexi's fan, not only devouring his fan Qi, but also hitting Zhexi's body hard, causing him to take a few steps back before he could stand still.

"You don't listen to what I say?" Xiao Su's deep voice echoed in the bedroom, and he stopped in front of Zhao Yan in the blink of an eye.

Zhexi lowered her eyes to look at her shoulder hit by Xiao Su, resisting the burning pain here, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in her clear eyes: "My lord..."

"I thought you didn't bother to do such a thing." Xiao Su's tone was full of anger, "I didn't expect it to be that I thought highly of you."

"Heh." Zhe Xi pulled the corners of his lips, restraining his emotions, "Didn't your lord never ask about the private affairs between disciples, revenge for revenge, revenge for grudges, as long as you are strong enough, you can kill whoever you don't like , why is it now backtracking?"

"You also know that you are a disciple, so what qualifications do you have to touch the deity?" The domineering sense of oppression in Xiao Su's tone made Zhao Yan, who was not targeted, start to have difficulty breathing.

After hearing the content of the other party's words, Zhe Xi's beautiful peach blossom eyes trembled in disbelief: "I have followed you in cultivation for nearly a thousand years, and he has only been here for a few days and you just protect him like this..."

"Get out." Xiao Su said unintentionally to Zhe Xiduo, "Go back to the Li Palace and contemplate your mistakes behind closed doors, and be confined for three months. During this period, don't let the deity see you again."

"It's a crooked way for a practitioner to use the stove. Could it be that if you touch his body, you will become like everyone else, a layman who uses his body for pleasure?"

"Before the deity kills you, disappear from the deity's eyes!" Xiao Su split the desk not far away with his palm, and the flames between his eyebrows began to burn again, indicating that his patience was exhausted, and that Zhexi only needed to stay a little longer. Seconds, Mozun will definitely do what he says.

It's not that Zhexi doesn't understand Xiao Su's temperament, he clenched his folding fan tightly with his slender fingers, covering his shoulder that was hurting more and more under Xiao Su's anger, and said again: "I misread you."

Leaving this sentence behind, he slammed the door and left.

Zhaoyan stood still, not moving for a long time.

Xiao Su was still furious, he turned to look at Zhao Yan, and when he caught a glimpse of the other's bare knee, he kicked the other's ankle, with a harsh tone: "Wandering thing, what are you doing?"

Xiao Su's strength was not great, but Zhao Yan didn't have the slightest spiritual power to protect his body, so he couldn't bear the kick, so that the skin on the ankle suddenly appeared a terrible bruise that spread to the surroundings due to the attack of evil spirit.

Zhaoyan groaned in pain, his eyes were covered with mist, he squatted down and immediately pulled down his trouser legs, and when he looked up at Xiao Su, his expression was full of fear.

Xiao Su didn't have any comforting mood at the moment, he looked at Zhaoyan irritably: "Why are you crying?"

Zhaoyan quickly wiped away his tears with his hand, and shook his head: "I don't know, I'm sorry..."

"Why did he attack you?" Xiao Su asked, "You angered him with your words?"

Zhaoyan thought carefully about the conversation with Zhexi just now, and shook his head for the second time.

"Speak!" Xiao Su came too timely this time, he didn't hear other disciples tell the story like yesterday, so he didn't know anything about what happened today.

"I didn't provoke you." Zhao Yan whispered with red eyes, "He was not happy with what happened yesterday, so he wanted to compete with me."

Knowing the reason, Xiao Su's anger subsided a little.

Since it wasn't a provocative gesture, he also realized that he shouldn't spread his fire on the other party.

"Go." Xiao Su's tone softened, and he stretched out his hand to Zhao Yan, "Go out."

The severe pain in his leg made Zhaoyan put his hands behind his back in fear, not daring to make physical contact with him.

Xiao Su was irritated by his dodging posture, and raised his hand to pull Zhaoyan over.

Seeing this, Zhaoyan quickly reached out to protect his head, closed his eyes tightly in horror, squatted on the ground and begged: "I'm sorry, I just want to clean the bedroom, please don't hit me, I won't dare next time ..."

His actions to protect himself are too skillful, like a conditioned reflex formed by a person who has been abused all year round in order to survive, his thin body trembled pitifully.