The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhe Mo hastily avoided meeting Qing Li's gaze, and in response to the other party picked him up horizontally from the ground.

The fragrance of the stove is too strong, and the smell is blown to other places by the wind, so it is not suitable to stay outside for a long time.

Pharmacy room.

Zhe Mo just put Qingli, who was hot all over his body, on the stone bed, and the other party's coquettish eyes shone with crystal water in the mist, lying in his arms with the defenseless appearance of being picked by the king, no one can see There is no way not to be distracted.

Zhemo lowered his eyes slowly, the hand on Qingli's arm was suddenly interrupted by Qingli's kiss on his neck just before inputting the spiritual power for the other party to prevent the symptoms from spreading during the picking period.

"Master..." Qing Li clasped his arms around his body, a pleasant fragrance diffused from his nostrils, accompanied by the gradually rising body temperature of someone, burning the ambiguous atmosphere in the room to a boil.

It was too uncomfortable, unbearably uncomfortable.

Qingli had already torn up her clothes and sent herself to Zhemo's arms, but Zhemo still didn't move.

His lips trembled: "Why don't you want me... Please don't dislike me, I really haven't been touched by a demon..."

"I can't figure it out." Zhemo raised his hand to wipe off the sweat from his temples, his gesture was gentle, "Why me?"

Qingli was confused: "What..."

Zhemo didn't understand Qingli's behavior of throwing himself into his arms again and again, he said: "Before you speak, think about your situation."

As soon as these words came out, Qingli was caught off guard and fell into the ice cave from the raging fire.Even though he has started to lose consciousness, he can still see the overwhelming coldness from Zhemo's deep eyes.

Qingli is not stupid, he knows what Zhemo means.

Zhemo doubted him, and always doubted him.

So he suppressed his trembling body and let himself out of Zhemo's embrace little by little.

The deep itching made Qingli uncomfortable, and he couldn't help pinching the leg that was entwined with Zhemo, so that he would not be too embarrassing to expose his true nature.

The voice was mixed with painful gasps, and Qingli's eyes turned red: "What you want to ask is the relationship between Qingli and Yaozun... only by using..."

Zhemo looked at him quietly.

Qingli did not dare to look at Zhemo, so that her breathing was blocked.He couldn't sit still and fell down on the stone bed, his delicate brows were tightly knit together, the cold sweat was thick on his forehead, and his body convulsed slightly.

"Yaozun wants me to help him...he thinks I'm good-looking, and he thinks you'll like me..." Qingli closed her eyes in pain, "...but I also have selfishness, I don't want to, give it to him Working hard..."

Zhemo took all the pain in his eyes, and the other party's body could not stop curling up, but Zhemo didn't stop.

"How can there be a furnace that doesn't want to lock the incense pills, how can there be a furnace that doesn't want to live longer...not seeking immortality, living to four or fifty years old is a luxury for the furnace..." Qingli used it slightly Rubbing her legs against the bed, trying to use the cold temperature of the stone to make herself feel better, her gesture of courtship was beautiful but also humble, "You are, you are a demon cultivator, you have Suoxiang pills, you will not beat and scold me at will... I I won't be so stupid as to persuade you to stand in the same camp as Yaozun... from the moment you took me over from him..."

"I'm planning to get your favor... because you seem to be much easier to deal with than Oriha..."

"I will use all the means I can..." Qingli took a deep breath, "Pleasure, seduce, inquire about your preferences, manage the guards around you, and ask them about your usual behavior..."

"You will pass by the pavilion, so I waited for you at the pavilion, and also disturbed Fengyue, asking her what you like to eat..." Speaking of this, Qingli's red lips revealed a pale smile, "For Suoxiangwan , in order to get rid of Yaozun, I only planned to give away my body, but who knows, I gave away my heart first..."

"Indeed, it's unbelievable...the more you don't want me, the more respect I can feel..."

Lu Ding has no dignity in the eyes of others, and Zhe Mo protects him, sleeping next to him at night without touching his body with his hands.So he fell into it too easily, in an unimaginable but reasonable way.

Zhemo's hand full of spiritual power finally placed on his chest.

The moment the black evil spirit penetrated into the skin, it became icy cold, and slowly suppressed the dry heat caused by the green picking period.

"You keep your duty." Zhemo said, his voice was quiet, "Don't gossip, don't stir up trouble, Jinshan won't tolerate you."

"I'm sorry..." Qingli's hanging heart finally fell, he cried out in pain, curled up beside Zhemo's legs and trembled violently.

Zhe Mo spit out the turbid air in his mouth, and did not speak again.

Probably because I have been alone for too long, I also have greed for the excitement of life.

It feels good to be needed by others. It feels good to be taken care of three meals a day. It is also tempting to be accompanied by someone in a cold room at night.

At least, that person's shadow reduced the number of times he appeared in his dreams.

It doesn't hurt that much anymore.

Qingli fell asleep in Zhemo's arms.

The spiritual power was not enough to pick it up, and Qingli rubbed his clothes into a mess.The bamboo leaves were stained with a strong fragrance, which dispersed Zhemo's usual indifference into this pleasant smell.

He fed Qingli Suoxiang pills, Qingli called "Master" indistinctly in his dream, and fell asleep again contentedly holding Zhemo.

The pharmacy is full of people, and Zhemo needs to take him out of here.

Da Heng carried Qing Li out of the medicine room, when Zhe Mo raised his head, he glanced unintentionally, unexpectedly seeing the person who disappeared for half a month.

Zhe Yu didn't know how long he leaned against the door, when he met Zhe Mo's gaze, the corners of his eyes were slightly scarlet.

He looked at the person in Zhemo's arms, and then turned his gaze to Zhemo.

The conjecture was confirmed, Zhe Yu's heart seemed to be stabbed severely by something, and his body was so painful that he couldn't stand still.

"I went shopping down the mountain for a long time, and I brought you something." Zhe Yu's voice choked up, and after he finished speaking, he hurriedly took out the exquisitely crafted small box from his sleeve.

He wanted to hand the box to Zhemo, but Zhemo was hugging someone else and couldn't take it.

So the hand hung in the air for a long time awkwardly, and no one took the object that they thought could make Zhe Mo happy.

"Thank you." Zhemo opened his mouth, and quickly lowered his eyes, avoiding looking at him.

"I'll take it into the house for you." Zhe Yu forced a smile, and slowly lowered his hand, "I thought I would stop thinking about you so much in a dozen days, but I can't seem to do it."

Zhemo's body froze.

Zhe Yu stepped forward and stood still in front of Zhe Mo.

He lowered his head and sniffed Zhemo's scent in disbelief, his complexion suddenly turned pale.His eye sockets were a little wetter than before, and his vision gradually blurred.

"What are you doing?" Zhemo avoided his approach, and took a step back holding Qingli.

"Senior brother, can you stop closing the stove?" Zhe Yu's voice was almost pleading, and the circling tears couldn't stop falling from his eyes after all, "You hate me, and you don't want me to come close, then I'll be obedient, and I'll stay away from you Further."

He wiped away the embarrassing tears with his sleeves, and faded away from that gloomy and arrogant posture.He wanted to reach out to touch Zhemo, but Zhemo erected a high defensive wall against him, and he dared not touch it and could not touch it.

Zhe Yu begged: "Can I not be with him..."

"Zhe Yu, I also begged you not to go looking for Zhe Xi." Zhe Mo's voice was soft, "I held your hand, and you shook me off countless times."

Zhe Yu heard the words, and smiled with red eyes: "Now I can... feel the same way."

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