The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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In the evening, after Zhaoyan took a shower, he slipped into Xiao Su's arms slipperily in his white underpants, lay on the other's generous chest and closed his eyes to rest.

Xiao Su didn't wear a shirt, the strong muscles on his chest were not soft under pressure, but they were hot and reassuring.

Zhaoyan felt it quietly for a while with his side face, and suddenly leaned over to kiss Xiao Su's heartbeat, showing a satisfied smile.

Xiao Su smiled lowly, inserted his five fingers into his hair, and was confused.

Zhaoyan snorted comfortably, raised his eyelids, and the tails of his eyes were dazzled with the wet redness after taking a shower, "Back, touch the back too."

Xiao Su's hand moved down his neck to give him a massage.

Pressed to the waist, Xiao Su hooked the edge of Zhaoyan's underwear with his index finger, and said with a smile: "I didn't want to show me wearing it before, but it's not embarrassing to wear it now?"

Zhaoyan sensed the air leakage behind him, and groped his hands to the back to remove Xiao Su's annoying paws, blushing and said: "It's normal, trousers. If you wear too much in summer, it will be hot."

Xiao Su is not sensitive to high temperature, so he can't empathize with it for the time being.

Zhao Yan stretched out his hand to pull Xiao Su's trousers, and said with a smile, "Try it if you want it. It's really comfortable. I bought it for you, washed it, and hung it on the balcony."

"I don't." Xiao Su raised the corners of his lips, "It's enough for you to seduce me with your butt up."

"No." Zhaoyan blushed instantly, and immediately pulled the quilt over his body, "I'm about to sleep, so I don't want to wear clothes."

"You really think that your current posture is not an invitation." Xiao Su's eyes reflected Zhao Yan's white body. It was too slender, but Xiao Su really liked it, and he didn't want to hold it in his arms and protect it all the time. .

Hearing this, Zhao Yan retracted his head into the bedding in embarrassment, leaving Xiao Su with only a fluffy top of his hair.He blushed and said in a low voice, "I want to get close to you, but that's not an invitation..."

Xiao Su laughed, and was about to fish him out, when suddenly he heard the doorbell ring.

Xiao Su frowned, and said, "There are people, and there are quite a few of them."

Zhao Yan's hearing was no better than Xiao Su's, and he poked his head out of the quilt in confusion, "What?"

"You stay here, I'll go out and have a look."

Xiao Su glanced out the window vigilantly, carefully carried Zhaoyan from his body to the bed, put on his coat and walked out of the bedroom.

Zhaoyan lay on the bed for more than ten seconds, put on his pajamas, and got out of bed+ out of curiosity.

There were many security guards standing outside the door.

Xiao Su was standing in front of the door to communicate with them.

Zhaoyan was panicked in his heart, he quickened his pace and walked over, came to behind Xiao Su and grabbed his clothes before poking his head out, asking, "What happened?"

"You are Zhaoyan, son of Zhao Jian'an." Seeing the same face as shown in the profile photo in his hand, the security officer said, "Come with us."

"Father?" Zhaoyan raised his head in confusion to meet the gaze of the security guard, "What happened, did he break public property again?"

"He's dead," the security officer replied. "The house caught fire and people were burnt beyond recognition. We tested the remaining bones and confirmed his identity."

"What, what?!" Zhaoyan opened his eyes wide in shock. He looked at Xiao Su in disbelief, then turned his gaze back to the security officer, and then hurriedly squatted down to change his shoes, and said anxiously, "Take me to see Look, did you check the wrong person? He usually only drinks, doesn't smoke, doesn't cook, and doesn't touch fire..."

Xiao Su took all of Zhaoyan's actions into his eyes.

When Zhaoyan stood up, he stretched out his hand in front of Zhaoyan and said, "Is it hard? I'll go with you."

Zhaoyan put his cold hand into his palm, and Xiao Su realized that the little thing was shaking.

He sighed, and embraced Zhaoyan's shoulders, supporting his precarious body.

On the way to the old house, Zhao Yan leaned against Xiao Su's arms and said nothing.But Xiao Su could feel his tension, from Zhao Yan's eyes wandering between the godless and the godly, and his skin that felt cold.

Xiao Su looked calm, standing in front of the house turned into a ball of ashes with his words, his mood did not fluctuate.

The security officer took them to the security station again and asked some questions. Xiao Su leaned against the wall and looked at Zhao Yan, who was sitting on a chair with his head down and his face pale, his expression was still natural.

Until the remaining wreckage of Zhao Jian'an was wrapped in glass and handed over to Zhao Yan, Xiao Su led Zhao Yan home, his heart still sank.

Because Zhaoyan cried.

Weeping very sadly, his forehead rested on Xiao Su's shoulder, and his body was shaking.

Xiao Su heard his sobbing voice, his face was silent.

The two stood on the side of the constantly flowing road, the street lights were dim, and neither of them saw the blurred expression of the other.

Xiao Su's voice was blown away by the wind: "I killed the man."

Zhaoyan's crying stopped for a moment, and then continued.You can hear him pressing hard, but he can't.He clenched Xiao Su's clothes tightly, unable to speak.

"He killed you." Xiao Su's tone was heavy, his thin eyelids were drooping, his eyes showed disdain for Zhaoyan's father's life, and he couldn't find a trace of remorse in it, but because he was afraid of Zhaoyan's reprimand, the hand hanging by his side He trembled uncontrollably, and the veins on the back of his hands were particularly obvious.

"You didn't go home after the exam that day. I went to find you. You were lying in the alley surrounded by many people. I saw blood all over the ground and smelled your smell in the smell." Xiao Su continued Said, "I took you from them. You closed your eyes and were covered in injuries. I have made countless guesses about how your soul will return to its place. I was expecting the two souls to take the initiative to merge into one, but before trying to coax you to leave, I used the cruelest possibility to scare you, I said that you might be killed by your father..."

Xiao Su twitched the corner of his mouth, sneered at himself for making a prophecy, hated himself for cursing Zhaoyan, hated himself for being powerless in the face of Zhaoyan's death twice.

like crap.

Zhaoyan's lips trembled violently, and big tears trickled down his face.His nose was red, and he whimpered like a cry of mourning.

He tried to open his mouth several times, and after several times of choking, he made a weak voice hidden in his sobs: "I, I... I don't... I don't blame you..."

Xiao Su was startled: "Yanyan..."

Zhaoyan hugged Xiao Su's waist tightly, his eyelashes were soaked and he couldn't open his eyes.He hid himself in Xiao Su's arms, his chest heaving greatly.

He knew it was Xiao Su who did it.

The fire destroyed the old house where my father lived, but did not damage the neighbor's building.There was too little ashes on the ground, and the smell of thick smoke could not be smelled even close.

That was Xiao Su's fire.

What he saw was in the world of cultivating immortals, shortly after meeting Xiao Su for the first time.

"I heard from the teacher that reading and learning is to make my life better..." Zhaoyan cried, "I have been working hard, desperately, desperately trying to climb up..."

"If my life, because of my father, can only stay until all the results are rewarded, what is the meaning of my life..."

It is the smell of wine that gets into the nasal cavity, it is the endless pain, it is the gray color of 18 years of hard work but no hope.

"When I came to this world, I briefly experienced... the happiness given by my parents, but it took me more than ten years to bear the sadness after their separation..." Zhaoyan sucked his nose and cried out of breath, "I'm a little I don't like them all... I don't like..."

Xiao Su slowly raised his hand, and carefully placed it on Zhaoyan's back.

He patted the other person's back lightly and let out a faint sigh.