The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king
Chapter 12 I Want To Live
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"You!" Xiao Su looked at the other party's appearance, and his brows were instantly frowned.
In the next second, anger returned to his eyes, and a raging fire ignited in the monstrous evil spirit in his eyes.
He grasped Zhaoyan's slender wrist, and roughly pulled him up from the ground, his voice was sombre as if it came from hell: "What are you afraid of? Is it the deity or someone else you are afraid of?"
Zhaoyan was caught off guard by Xiao Su's gloomy gaze, eyes that were originally full of fear are now so frightened that they dare not even shed tears.
The whole person stood shivering in place, his lips trembled, but no sound came out.
After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that Zhaoyan kept silent, a cruel smile appeared on Xiao Su's lips: "Don't say it? Well, you can continue to hide it from the deity. When the deity finds out all this, the deity will not protect you any longer. Take that person's chance!"
These words were too threatening, and his father's face flashed across his mind, Zhao Yan shook his head with red eyes, and replied the same as before: "No, I'm not afraid of others..."
Little by little, he withdrew the painful wrist that was about to be crushed from Xiao Su's hand, and took a step back to distance himself from the Demon Lord.
Right now, Xiao Su's body was full of evil spirits, with a stinging feeling that could easily burn people, and he said that he did not want to get close.
Xiao Su didn't like Zhaoyan's behavior of avoiding him very much, so he waved his sleeves vigorously, and the expensive vases and other decorations around him all exploded in place due to his evil spirit, and the broken porcelain splashed, making a terrifying sound.
Zhaoyan's body trembled violently, and his gentle voice was full of tears: "Don't be angry with me...I don't want to make you angry..."
Xiao Su didn't listen to the other party's begging for mercy at all, he grabbed Zhaoyan's neck fiercely, his eyes were fierce: "Remember it for me, you are the furnace of me alone, no matter who you have ever had, no matter what you have experienced Whatever, let this deity get rid of everything from his mind! This deity is your only master from now on.
If you want to hide something from this deity in the future like today, this deity doesn't mind abolishing you! "
While speaking, strands of black mist penetrated Xiao Su's hand into Zhao Yan's neck, so that black stripes spread like branches suddenly appeared on Zhao Yan's originally fair skin.
Zhaoyan was so distressed that he broke his hand, and cried out anxiously: "I can't breathe..."
The evil spirit entered the body, Zhao Yan's original amber clear eyes turned from brown to black.
The color of his eyes returned to normal when the stripes on his neck were gradually absorbed into the interior and faded away little by little.
Seeing that the other party was branded with his own brand, Xiao Su withdrew his hand, and fished Zhao Yan, whose body had weakened, into his arms.
"Idiot." Xiao Su finished cursing in disbelief, and tightened his arms around the other party.
Zhaoyan was forced to lean against his chest, and his frightened emotions had not yet been appeased. Even if he had no strength at this moment, his head was still tense.
The close distance between the two made Xiao Su feel the pleasant smell of pheromones from each other.
He sighed deeply, and his body and Zhaoyan disappeared together.
The talisman under his feet gradually turned into a long black sword, and when Zhao Yan came to his senses, he was already flying in the air with Xiao Su.
He lowered his head and glanced at the cloud-shrouded surroundings. The altitude of tens of millions of meters made his breathing stagnate. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and bumped into Xiao Su's chest.
He hastily stretched out his hands to hold Xiao Su's clothes tightly, not daring to look down any longer, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm about to fall."
Xiao Su glanced at the other's slender fingers: "Take your hands away."
Zhao Yan heard the ruthless voice behind him, and shook his head in fear: "Don't..."
"Don't let this respect come back."
Zhaoyan's eyes were red, and he continued to shake his head: "I don't want to take it away."
Xiao Su stroked his hand away, and took a step back stepping on the sword.
Zhaoyan's body lost its support and immediately swayed unsteadily.
He gasped, turned around cautiously, and stretched out his hand for the second time to pull Xiao Su.
Xiao Su glared at him.
The corner of Zhaoyan's mouth showed a grievance, but his hand landed on Xiao Su's sleeve persistently, not letting go.
Xiao Su laughed angrily: "Are you joking when you speak like the deity?"
Zhaoyan shook his head.
"Take it away."
Zhaoyan shook his head again.
Fire flickered between Xiao Su's brows, and the sword accelerated its flying speed.
"Ah!" Zhaoyan didn't take precautions, staggered and fell into Xiao Su's arms.
After Zhaoyan fell in, both hands began to clutch the other's clothes.
Xiao Su stood with his hands behind his back, the original anger towards Zhaoyan seemed to gradually disappear when he looked down at the soft hair of the man in his arms.
"It's not that you don't want the deity to get close, aren't you afraid of the deity?" Xiao Su sneered, "Now post it yourself, don't be obscene."
Zhaoyan lowered his eyes slowly: "This is different."
"There is no principle, it is really despicable."
"No..." Zhao Yan denied, "I have principles."
"Hmph." Xiao Su sneered disdainfully.
"I want to live." Zhao Yan's answer was blown to Xiao Su's ears by the wind, his voice was much gentler than the cold air around him.
He has too many expectations for this world, father's love, mother's love, a life without fear, an identity that will not be underestimated...
There is also schoolwork. Although he goes to school while working part-time, his grades are very good and he has won many awards. He wants to continue his studies.
He couldn't let them lose their value for the questions he wrote and the knowledge he had memorized after staying up for countless nights.
So he must persist, and must leave this world alive to fulfill his unfulfilled wish.
"Like a lofty principle." Xiao Su's eyes were full of contempt.
"You don't understand." Zhao Yan was dissatisfied with Xiao Su's comment on his belief in such a contemptuous tone, "You are not me."
"If this deity lives like you..." Xiao Su said, he paused when he met the eyes of the man in his arms that were beginning to be covered with mist again.
He glanced uncomfortably, and changed his words kindly: "Forget it, what can I expect you to pursue with a furnace."
While he was answering, he wrapped Zhaoyan's waist with one hand, and protected him in his arms: "It's a pity that the first stove that I set my eyes on is gone like this."
Zhaoyan lay in his arms and stopped talking, her beautiful eyes were red.
Feeling Xiao Su's arm tightly gripping his waist, Zhao Yan showed a stubborn and awkward expression where Xiao Su could not see.
When the two arrived at their destination, the sun had already set and the sky was gradually darkening.
Xiao Su's sword was turned into a charm again, and he put it in his sleeve.
Zhaoyan stood on the eaves, looking down at the house under his feet.
There is a lot of people here, as if they are holding a banquet.The words on the window, if you guessed correctly, should be the traditional Chinese character "Xi".
Zhao Yan's eyes were shining brightly because of the reflection of the high lanterns hanging around the yard.
He turned his head: "What place is this?"
"A place where a group of animals live." Xiao Su's eyes darkened when he answered, and he shuddered.
Xiao Su landed with Zhao Yan, and just appeared in other people's yards in such a big way, without any concealment.
"Come on, do it!" The closer to the door of the inner room, the clearer the voice of the conversation inside.
"The Zhao family put in a lot of effort behind the strangulation of Demon Cultivator thousands of years ago. Now that my son is able to marry Miss Zhao, it's really a tall order."
"Hey, you can't say that." Zhao Feng picked up the wine cup, "If it wasn't for the fact that Li's sect united with all the immortal families to set fire to the Demon Cultivator's lair and kill the two old demon heads of the Xiao family, the entire world of cultivating immortals will not be peaceful until now. .”
"Hahahahaha, it's all over." Li Xiu said with a smile, "The whereabouts of the evil son of the Xiao family is still unknown.
Zhao Feng: "The Xiao family was wiped out, and after hundreds of years of hiding his name, Xiao Su reappeared in the world as a Demon Lord.
This guy did all sorts of evil, causing the world's people to suffer, and was suppressed in one fell swoop by the Lingshan Immortal Venerable.The magic cultivator's lair was destroyed for the second time, so it might be difficult to restore it. "
Zhao Feng filled the glass with a smile, and suddenly stretched out a hand behind him, snatching his glass away.
Xiao Su drank the wine in the glass in front of him, with a cruel and evil smile on his lips: "Tsk, good wine."
"You!" Xiao Su looked at the other party's appearance, and his brows were instantly frowned.
In the next second, anger returned to his eyes, and a raging fire ignited in the monstrous evil spirit in his eyes.
He grasped Zhaoyan's slender wrist, and roughly pulled him up from the ground, his voice was sombre as if it came from hell: "What are you afraid of? Is it the deity or someone else you are afraid of?"
Zhaoyan was caught off guard by Xiao Su's gloomy gaze, eyes that were originally full of fear are now so frightened that they dare not even shed tears.
The whole person stood shivering in place, his lips trembled, but no sound came out.
After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that Zhaoyan kept silent, a cruel smile appeared on Xiao Su's lips: "Don't say it? Well, you can continue to hide it from the deity. When the deity finds out all this, the deity will not protect you any longer. Take that person's chance!"
These words were too threatening, and his father's face flashed across his mind, Zhao Yan shook his head with red eyes, and replied the same as before: "No, I'm not afraid of others..."
Little by little, he withdrew the painful wrist that was about to be crushed from Xiao Su's hand, and took a step back to distance himself from the Demon Lord.
Right now, Xiao Su's body was full of evil spirits, with a stinging feeling that could easily burn people, and he said that he did not want to get close.
Xiao Su didn't like Zhaoyan's behavior of avoiding him very much, so he waved his sleeves vigorously, and the expensive vases and other decorations around him all exploded in place due to his evil spirit, and the broken porcelain splashed, making a terrifying sound.
Zhaoyan's body trembled violently, and his gentle voice was full of tears: "Don't be angry with me...I don't want to make you angry..."
Xiao Su didn't listen to the other party's begging for mercy at all, he grabbed Zhaoyan's neck fiercely, his eyes were fierce: "Remember it for me, you are the furnace of me alone, no matter who you have ever had, no matter what you have experienced Whatever, let this deity get rid of everything from his mind! This deity is your only master from now on.
If you want to hide something from this deity in the future like today, this deity doesn't mind abolishing you! "
While speaking, strands of black mist penetrated Xiao Su's hand into Zhao Yan's neck, so that black stripes spread like branches suddenly appeared on Zhao Yan's originally fair skin.
Zhaoyan was so distressed that he broke his hand, and cried out anxiously: "I can't breathe..."
The evil spirit entered the body, Zhao Yan's original amber clear eyes turned from brown to black.
The color of his eyes returned to normal when the stripes on his neck were gradually absorbed into the interior and faded away little by little.
Seeing that the other party was branded with his own brand, Xiao Su withdrew his hand, and fished Zhao Yan, whose body had weakened, into his arms.
"Idiot." Xiao Su finished cursing in disbelief, and tightened his arms around the other party.
Zhaoyan was forced to lean against his chest, and his frightened emotions had not yet been appeased. Even if he had no strength at this moment, his head was still tense.
The close distance between the two made Xiao Su feel the pleasant smell of pheromones from each other.
He sighed deeply, and his body and Zhaoyan disappeared together.
The talisman under his feet gradually turned into a long black sword, and when Zhao Yan came to his senses, he was already flying in the air with Xiao Su.
He lowered his head and glanced at the cloud-shrouded surroundings. The altitude of tens of millions of meters made his breathing stagnate. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and bumped into Xiao Su's chest.
He hastily stretched out his hands to hold Xiao Su's clothes tightly, not daring to look down any longer, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm about to fall."
Xiao Su glanced at the other's slender fingers: "Take your hands away."
Zhao Yan heard the ruthless voice behind him, and shook his head in fear: "Don't..."
"Don't let this respect come back."
Zhaoyan's eyes were red, and he continued to shake his head: "I don't want to take it away."
Xiao Su stroked his hand away, and took a step back stepping on the sword.
Zhaoyan's body lost its support and immediately swayed unsteadily.
He gasped, turned around cautiously, and stretched out his hand for the second time to pull Xiao Su.
Xiao Su glared at him.
The corner of Zhaoyan's mouth showed a grievance, but his hand landed on Xiao Su's sleeve persistently, not letting go.
Xiao Su laughed angrily: "Are you joking when you speak like the deity?"
Zhaoyan shook his head.
"Take it away."
Zhaoyan shook his head again.
Fire flickered between Xiao Su's brows, and the sword accelerated its flying speed.
"Ah!" Zhaoyan didn't take precautions, staggered and fell into Xiao Su's arms.
After Zhaoyan fell in, both hands began to clutch the other's clothes.
Xiao Su stood with his hands behind his back, the original anger towards Zhaoyan seemed to gradually disappear when he looked down at the soft hair of the man in his arms.
"It's not that you don't want the deity to get close, aren't you afraid of the deity?" Xiao Su sneered, "Now post it yourself, don't be obscene."
Zhaoyan lowered his eyes slowly: "This is different."
"There is no principle, it is really despicable."
"No..." Zhao Yan denied, "I have principles."
"Hmph." Xiao Su sneered disdainfully.
"I want to live." Zhao Yan's answer was blown to Xiao Su's ears by the wind, his voice was much gentler than the cold air around him.
He has too many expectations for this world, father's love, mother's love, a life without fear, an identity that will not be underestimated...
There is also schoolwork. Although he goes to school while working part-time, his grades are very good and he has won many awards. He wants to continue his studies.
He couldn't let them lose their value for the questions he wrote and the knowledge he had memorized after staying up for countless nights.
So he must persist, and must leave this world alive to fulfill his unfulfilled wish.
"Like a lofty principle." Xiao Su's eyes were full of contempt.
"You don't understand." Zhao Yan was dissatisfied with Xiao Su's comment on his belief in such a contemptuous tone, "You are not me."
"If this deity lives like you..." Xiao Su said, he paused when he met the eyes of the man in his arms that were beginning to be covered with mist again.
He glanced uncomfortably, and changed his words kindly: "Forget it, what can I expect you to pursue with a furnace."
While he was answering, he wrapped Zhaoyan's waist with one hand, and protected him in his arms: "It's a pity that the first stove that I set my eyes on is gone like this."
Zhaoyan lay in his arms and stopped talking, her beautiful eyes were red.
Feeling Xiao Su's arm tightly gripping his waist, Zhao Yan showed a stubborn and awkward expression where Xiao Su could not see.
When the two arrived at their destination, the sun had already set and the sky was gradually darkening.
Xiao Su's sword was turned into a charm again, and he put it in his sleeve.
Zhaoyan stood on the eaves, looking down at the house under his feet.
There is a lot of people here, as if they are holding a banquet.The words on the window, if you guessed correctly, should be the traditional Chinese character "Xi".
Zhao Yan's eyes were shining brightly because of the reflection of the high lanterns hanging around the yard.
He turned his head: "What place is this?"
"A place where a group of animals live." Xiao Su's eyes darkened when he answered, and he shuddered.
Xiao Su landed with Zhao Yan, and just appeared in other people's yards in such a big way, without any concealment.
"Come on, do it!" The closer to the door of the inner room, the clearer the voice of the conversation inside.
"The Zhao family put in a lot of effort behind the strangulation of Demon Cultivator thousands of years ago. Now that my son is able to marry Miss Zhao, it's really a tall order."
"Hey, you can't say that." Zhao Feng picked up the wine cup, "If it wasn't for the fact that Li's sect united with all the immortal families to set fire to the Demon Cultivator's lair and kill the two old demon heads of the Xiao family, the entire world of cultivating immortals will not be peaceful until now. .”
"Hahahahaha, it's all over." Li Xiu said with a smile, "The whereabouts of the evil son of the Xiao family is still unknown.
Zhao Feng: "The Xiao family was wiped out, and after hundreds of years of hiding his name, Xiao Su reappeared in the world as a Demon Lord.
This guy did all sorts of evil, causing the world's people to suffer, and was suppressed in one fell swoop by the Lingshan Immortal Venerable.The magic cultivator's lair was destroyed for the second time, so it might be difficult to restore it. "
Zhao Feng filled the glass with a smile, and suddenly stretched out a hand behind him, snatching his glass away.
Xiao Su drank the wine in the glass in front of him, with a cruel and evil smile on his lips: "Tsk, good wine."
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