The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"His internal organs damaged by excessive drinking can't last long." Xiao Su said, "But I have to do it. He took your life, I can't sit idly by."

Zhexi only hurt Zhaoyan, Xiao Su could kill the disciple who followed him for nearly a thousand years without blinking his eyes, not to mention Zhaoyan's father whom he had long disliked.Everyone who speaks loudly deserves to die, no matter who they are, without exception.

Zhaoyan lay on his shoulders, and the crying continued: "Wait for me...wait for me to slow down for a while, I will soon, stop crying..."

"Yanyan, if you are not related by blood, you are called relatives." Xiao Su whispered, "The ones who really care about you are the ones."

Zhao Yan nodded, and the hand holding Xiao Su's clothes became more and more forceful.Tears crawled all over his face, and Xiao Su gently wiped them away.

Xiao Su hugged Zhaoyan horizontally, and Zhaoyan's sobs still didn't stop as they walked home.

No matter how bad that person is, he is Zhao Yan's father, and Zhao Yan is not in the nature of bearing grudges against others.

Xiao Su could understand his sadness.

He hugged Zhaoyan to coax him, the little thing fell asleep in his arms tired from crying, hiccupping in his dream, Xiao Su lowered his head and kissed his forehead, but did not let go of Zhaoyan's hand.

Zhe Yu was not chased back that day, and Zhe Yu was indeed as Fengyue said, saying that he would come back in a few days, and now it has been more than ten days and he has not seen his shadow.

Fengyue was worried about his safety, and contacted Zhe Yu several times with a spell, but did not reply.In the end, even Fengyue gave up persuading her, and said in a fit of anger that she would never talk to Zheyu again.

But Jinshan's life is still the same.

The practice of the disciples, the alchemy of alchemy, without Zheyu's help, Zhemo became busier than ever.

The number of demon cultivators has increased and their influence has expanded.In order to reduce the burden, Zhemo selected five outstanding demon cultivators from among his disciples, and asked them to help train the remaining hundred disciples, and rested when he found time.

Zhe Mo was lazy again today, and went to the Cold Food Hall for dinner after training with his disciples for three hours.

Qingli followed closely.

"Master, can Qingli discuss something with you?" Qingli pushed open the door of the Cold Food Hall for Zhemo, and even pulled the chair away for him.

"Tell me." Zhemo sat on the chair.

Qingli squatted down slowly, put her face on Zhemo's lap, and said in a low voice, "The harvesting period is coming soon... I feel a little uncomfortable all the time."

Zhe Mo took the bowl handed to him by the servant, expressionless: "I can use my spiritual power to help you through."

Qingli looked up at Zhemo, pleading in his eyes: "Master..."

Zhemo felt his gaze, lowered his eyes slightly, and Qingli's face was clearly reflected in his pupils.

Mr. Lu Dingyuan's face is flirtatious, but now the light rouge on his cheeks makes this complexion a bit more delicate and feminine.

Zhemo suddenly became uncomfortable.

He knew that this rouge was given as a gift by him, but he didn't know that Qingli would play with it so much that he would put some on it every time he put on his makeup.

"Even if the cauldron is not picked, the fragrance of the tripod will leak out." Qingli slowly opened his mouth, "With the loss of the aura of the cauldron chamber, Qingli's lifespan will be shortened accordingly. Every time the picking period is based on Qingli's At the price of lifespan, instead of letting the aura dissipate, it is better to let Qingli help the improvement of the master's cultivation."

Zhe Mo withdrew his gaze, put a mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewed quietly, and didn't answer for a long time.

Qingli stared at his side face for a while, knowing that she was rejected again, she lowered her eyes in disappointment.He put his hand on Zhemo's knee, and obediently pillowed on Zhemo's leg and stopped bothering him.

Zhemo continued to eat, as if Qingli did not exist.

When he finished eating and Qingli got up to help him put away the bowl, Zhe Mo finally said, "I'll go to the pharmacy to find medicine for you."

"Ah?" Qingli was puzzled, "What medicine?"

"Shuo Xiang Wan."

Qingli's hand holding the bowl suddenly trembled.

His lips moved: "Suo Xiangwan..."

"During the harvesting period, your aura leaks out. Every time the cauldron cavity is empty, the cramps in your stomach will increase." Zhe Mo got up from his seat, "Suoxiang Pills can delay the fading of your aura and prolong the life of the cauldron."

Qingli lowered his eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist: "Master, Qingli heard that this medicine is precious, and hundreds of kinds of precious herbs can be mixed to make a small bottle."

"This medicine was originally prepared by the pharmacist for the furnace of the demon." Zhe Mo walked towards the door, "but the demon didn't use it, and a lot of it was left inside the demon."

"The furnace of the demon..."

"It's a long story." Zhe Mo replied, "Heavenly Demon and others have waited for more than 1000 years for their favorite furnace. From prolonging the life of the furnace to marking the furnace with spiritual power from the inside out, he has done everything. Prepare. It’s just that I didn’t expect the furnace to be unnecessary.”

Qingli asked: "But if the body of the furnace is not protected by Suoxiang pills, even if it has never been picked, its lifespan will be much shorter than ordinary people. Why doesn't he need it?"

"Because the furnace cauldron stayed by the demon's side for only a few months before being poisoned."

Qingli had heard a little about this matter, he realized that he asked the wrong words, and his voice lowered: "It is his honor to be the furnace of the demon, just like me, Qingli is also very happy to be the furnace of the master .”

Zhe Mo took a deep breath and didn't answer Qing Li's words.

++++++ He continued to walk towards the medicine room, his black clothes rustling in the wind.

"Is the pharmacist you're talking about Fengyue?" Qingli asked while looking at his back.

"The pharmacist passed away, and Fengyue followed him to study medicine since she was a child."

"I see." Qingli nodded seriously.

He wanted to keep up with Zhemo, but he stopped suddenly because of his gradually rising body temperature.

The smell in the air became ambiguous, with an indescribable fragrance.

The invisible fire burns in the body, the burning mouth is dry, and the burning person is fascinated...

Zhemo froze.

He turned around and looked at Qingli who was almost unsteady with his head down.

"You..." Zhe Mo didn't expect his picking period to come so fast, he stepped forward to support Qingli, but Qingli dodged with a blushing face.

++++++ He felt something wrong with his body, clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist, and reminded him with unsteady breath: "Master...you come here, Qingli will definitely lose his composure..."

"I can use spiritual power to relieve you temporarily." Zhe Mo's complexion did not change due to Qing Li's performance, he stretched out his hand to Qing Li, "The front door is the medicine room, I will take you in."

Qingli's eyes looking at Zhemo became more and more blurred, and the filthy desires in his mind were infinitely magnified.

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++++++ He began to look forward to things that were not allowed, and he obviously didn't want to tarnish the clean-looking person in front of him, but when he touched Zhemo, he tightly grasped that person's sleeve.

Qingli's lips were bright red, cold sweat dripped down his face, and Zhemo's bamboo-like elegant smell was in his breath, and he couldn't help slipping into Zhemo's arms.

Because of Qingli's approach, Zhemo's scent became more intense.

No immortal cultivator can resist the temptation that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Zhemo was almost scalded by his rising body temperature, so that his eyes trembled slightly, and the moisture in his mouth evaporated.

He forcibly retracted his gaze from Qingli's flirtatious face, and sent spiritual power into the opponent's body.

But for a moment, the lips touched something softer than the skin.

That is, kiss...

Zhe Mo opened his eyes wide, his pupils reflecting his blushing face.

Qingli reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, and tasted the light taste of Zhemo's lips.It was as if it was some kind of antidote, the first drop of water for a long-drought person, and Qingli's heart beat extra fast because of it.

"Hold me, please, hug me..."

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