The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Because of his words, Zhemo's eyelashes trembled slightly with his heart.

A strange bitterness welled up in his chest, but because Zhemo tried his best to suppress it, it was fleeting.

"Since you're back, go and see Fengyue." Zhe Yu looked forward, keeping Zhe Yu's figure out of sight, "She couldn't find you, probably because she was angry."

Zhe Yu looked at the people close at hand, and also saw the huge gap between them due to the rupture.

He choked with sobs in his throat, and it took him a few seconds to adjust his emotions. He nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll send the things to your room first, and I'll go find her later."

Zhemo didn't want to accept it, and he didn't want the other party to enter his house, "If you give Fengyue a gift, she might like it."

"I also brought Fengyue's gift." Zhe Yu said, "I won't stay in your house for long, don't worry."

Zhemo didn't answer anymore, and walked back to his house with Qingli in his arms.

Zhe Yu followed behind him, stepping on Zhe Mo's footsteps, all the way to the other party's residence without a word.

Zhemo put the sleeping Qingli down on the bed, then got up to get his clothes and planned to wash, but Zheyu didn't exist.

The small box was placed on the table by Zhe Yu, and he glanced at Zhe Mo in front of the closet, and said, "I have been to the domain under the jurisdiction of the Demon Lord these days, and they are used to using improper means to achieve their goals. Qingli is a kind person, and the Yaozun will not be so stupid as to give him to you for nothing.

Heavenly Demon has never received Yaozun's stove, and the reason for his consideration may not be as simple as the level of the stove is not enough.It is essential to be defensive, so be careful. "

Zhemo didn't answer directly, but issued an order to chase away the guests: "Go out."

"If you don't accept it, I can only keep talking." Zhe Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at the stove on the bed, "I want to remind my brother again, I will kill him sooner or later."

Zhe Mo suddenly frowned in annoyance, and tightened his hand holding the clothes inch by inch, the cold whiteness of the joints was extremely obvious.

"I can't close the stove, what does it have to do with you?"

Zhe Yu sensed Zhe Mo's rare anger, anger over a cauldron.His expression froze instantly, his eyes were attacked by sadness: "Qingli is not a good person."

"He's not a good guy, but he's also my furnace." Zhe Mo looked at Shang Zhe Yu, and emphasized his tone, "If he causes trouble, I will be responsible, and you don't need to intervene!"

"You are responsible, how are you responsible?" Zhe Yu saw that the other party was protecting Qingli, and his chest hurt severely, his voice lost control, "His target is you!"

"Then this matter is even more irrelevant to you. You don't care whether I live or die." Zhe Mo said coldly, and he raised his finger to the door, "Go out, now."

Seeing that his attitude became more and more cold, Zhe Yu showed panic between his brows.

He habitually stretched out his hand to hold Zhemo, and softened his posture: "Brother, you know that my intention is to worry about your safety."

Zhemo slowly pulled his arm away from his hand, "No, no need."

Zhe Yu's lips turned pale, and he wanted to say something, but Zhe Mo pressed his shoulders and pushed him out of the room.

And the back door was also tightly closed by Zhe Mo with spiritual power.

Zhe Mo leaned his back against the door, his chest heaving more and more.

He saw the box on the table, and the blood in his eyes gradually revealed like crawling spider webs.

The eyelashes trembled violently.

That day when the cold mountain was on fire, Zhe Yu kept asking Zhe Xi's whereabouts regardless of his condition, even though he was about to lose his hold, Zhe Yu didn't show any distress.From the very beginning, Zheyu only had Zhexi in his heart, it was in the past, it was also when he was with him, and it will be in the future.

How can someone who has liked it for so many years forget it so easily.

Just like him, even though he has only been with Zhe Yu for five years, the details of the relationship between the two are still vivid, and it is difficult to completely clear it from his mind.

There was no Zhe Yu's knock on the door, Zhe Mo slowed down for a while before taking a step, and stood in front of the closet again to pick up the clothes that had just fallen on the floor.

"Well……"

The moment he bent down, he suddenly felt an unbearable dizziness in his head, and there seemed to be countless thorns around his head poking at his flesh and blood.

Zhe Mo frowned and almost fell to the ground.

He wanted to use spiritual power to relieve it, but just as evil spirits lingered between his fingers, the discomfort quickly subsided.

As if the pain just now was just his illusion.

Zhe Mo stood firm, raised his hand and squeezed his temple.

Could it be because of too much emotional ups and downs...

Wait for a while, the serious illness will always pass, and the old disease will always be cured.

Just need to wait.

After Zhemo washed up and came out, Qingli had already woken up.He was lying on the table, looking curiously at the small box on the table.

Hearing the movement behind him, Qingli quickly turned his head to look over.Facing Shang Zhemo's gaze, he hurriedly said, "Master."

Xu was not sure if Zhemo was still angry with him, Qingli looked at him with a little timidity.

"En." Zhe Mo responded.

Qingli couldn't see his emotions, and got up from the stool uneasily.After hesitating on the spot for a while, he finally mustered up the courage to step forward and tentatively grabbed Zhemo's sleeve.

"Master, are you still angry?" Qingli said sincerely, "If Qingli does something that is not good for Jinshan, you will kill Qingli yourself. Qingli has no spiritual power, and you can only take Qingli's life between the hands."

"Have you rested?" Zhe Mo's question was a bit abrupt.

Qingli was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted, with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth: "Well, I'm waiting for the master."

Zhe Mo nodded, accidentally caught a glimpse of the wooden box on the table, and froze in his footsteps.

"What is this?" Qingli followed his gaze and asked.

Zhe Mo is not clear: "If you like it, take it."

Qingli frightened and refused: "Master, this box is very valuable, Qingli dare not accept it."

"It's just an ordinary wooden box." Zhemo's voice was quiet, "How do you judge the value?"

"It's snow mountain wood. I'm familiar with it because it's a precious wood in the domain controlled by the Yaozun." Qingli picked up the box and handed it carefully to Zhemo's palm, "Because it's not easy for trees to survive when they are planted in snow mountains, and almost It takes a hundred years to grow into one tree. Although the appearance is not outstanding, it is very useful for those who practice, and it is mostly used to make accessories and wear it on the body."

Zhemo stared down at the wooden box: "Is there any special function?"

"Yes." Qingli replied, "I know it can calm the mind, and it is also effective in detoxification. The accessory can be invulnerable to all poisons after wearing it for a long time, so Yaozun uses it as a bed, and it is also on it when practicing."

"Detoxification..."

After thinking for a while, Zhemo opened the box.

Seeing the objects inside, his pupils trembled instantly.

Inside the box is a small river lantern in the shape of a lotus flower, which is similar to the river lantern that Zheyu gave him during the Lantern Festival in previous years.

But this time the lamp holder was replaced by jadeite, on which were petals made of white jade.The jade is dyed, the color is gorgeous, bright red like blood, so it is called blood lotus.

"It's so beautiful." Qingli said, "The owner's temperament is like a lotus, this object matches the owner very well. Is it a gift from someone else? In this way, Qingli can't accept it."

Zhemo's fingertips trembled slightly.

He closed the wooden box, "I'm going out for a while."

"Ah? Good." Qingli nodded obediently, with a flirtatious and pure smile on his lips, "I will light the lamp and wait for the master to come back."

Zhemo nodded, and the figure disappeared in the next moment.

Fengyue said that she wanted to make medicine to cure all the strange poisons in the world, and wondered if Xueshanmu could help.

As for the blood lotus inside, Zhe Mo pursed his lower lip.

Ruolian temperament?

He didn't understand.

Zheyu really thinks that Lian is similar to him, not because he is tired of playing with Zhexi and has no mood to choose other things, so he gives him such cheap river lanterns every time?

But if you really cared about him, why would you leave him to have fun with others on his birthday...

Zhemo originally planned to return the thing, but suddenly stopped looking for Zheyu.

He didn't want to see Zhe Yu.

Zhe Yu made him uncomfortable.

He didn't know what to do with himself, and he didn't know why Zhe Yu started to stalk him.

His heart was extremely impetuous, and Zhemo could hardly control his emotions.

His breathing became short, and he was annoyed.

With a vigorous wave of his sleeves, Zhe Mo changed direction and walked towards the Hall of Cold Food.

In the evening, the hall is empty, but there is wine.

Zhe Mo seldom drinks this thing, but today he wants to try it, to see if it can help him temporarily forget all his worries, as ordinary people say, and relieve all his worries when he is drunk.