The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhemo didn't know that wine could be so spicy.

When it slipped through the throat, the piece of flesh and blood seemed to be on fire.

The stomach was also uncomfortable, Zhemo choked, turned his back and coughed several times, his cold white complexion turned red.

He drank no more than three cups, and after sitting there for a while, the spirit of the wine started to pick up.

The color of the blood lotus that he put on the table was dazzling, and several layers of double images gradually appeared in the twirling.

In a daze, he seemed to see Zhe Yu's face, and saw the past between him and Zhe Yu.

At that time, they were still in Hanshan, and he was waiting for the feathers to fall in the house with a lamp.Zhe Yu came back and handed the river lantern to his palm. He was happy and smiled very gently.

Zhe Yu hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek.

Zhe Yu called him senior brother, everything was fine, Zhe Yu suddenly said that his voice was different.

Zhemo didn't know what it meant to be different.

It wasn't until the end that he realized that the other party was saying that his voice was different from Zhexi's, and that Zheyu was expressing his dissatisfaction.

Zhemo covered his face with his hands, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time gradually fermented under the influence of alcohol.

Fingers are wet because of this.

He separated from Zhe Yu early, and Zhe Yu interpreted his behavior as jealousy, and even scolded him impatiently for being stingy.

Zhe Yu bound him with a body-fixing spell, unfastened his belt and forced him.

But Zhe Yu hugged him carefully again, lowering his posture and begging him not to be angry, it didn't look like acting.

Every time I coax him after the hurt, I don't love him, but I don't want to let go.

Oriha never considered his feelings.

Zhemo put down his wet hands, his black eyelashes were glued together, and the circle around his eyes was red.

He leaned his head back on the chair, closed his eyes, and the hot tears flowed down quietly one by one.

His expression didn't change, he was so silent even when he was sad.

After seeing Fengyue, Zhe Yu came back from the medicine room and passed by the Hall of Cold Food.

The room was brightly lit, and he thought that some disciples would come here to look for food, so he frowned and entered the door to remind him.

When he saw the familiar black figure lying on the table, he froze in his steps.

"Brother?" Zhe Yu's voice paused, "What are you doing here?"

No one answered.

Zhe Yu quickened his pace, walked up to Zhe Mo and squatted down.

He smelled a strong smell of alcohol. On the table was an overturned wine bottle, and the spilled wine stains stained his clean sleeves.

"Have you been drinking?" Zhe Yu asked while carefully lifting him up from the table, as expected, the face of the other party was soaked in the wine.

Zhe Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised his hand to wipe the other party's half-wet face.

After getting along for hundreds of years, Zhe Mo Duan would not touch these things if he hadn't encountered some celebrations where he had to toast.

Zhe Yu knew his temperament, so he stared at the other party with worry.

"Is it because of me?" Zhe Yu held Zhe Mo's face with his hands, and said in a sad voice, "I made you unhappy."

Zhemo couldn't sleep well, and the continuous dizziness made him groan uncomfortably.He wanted to let go of the hand that fell on him, but the next moment he was hugged tightly by Zhe Yu.

"Senior brother, don't be sad." Zhe Yu finally embraced the embrace that he had expected to touch countless times, his eyes were soaked instantly, "I'm sorry..."

He rested his chin on Zhemo's shoulder, and took a deep breath of the breath that only belonged to Zhemo.Like bamboo like lotus, clean and pure.

It's just that now the other party's breath not only smells of wine, but also the fragrance of the furnace.Even if it is weak, it can't escape Zhe Yu who has practiced for many years and has a much more sensitive sense of smell than ordinary people.

"You don't like Luding, right?" Knowing that the other party would not answer, Zhe Yu couldn't help but ask, "You just use him to improve your cultivation, and you still want me to stay away from you, so you use this method to drive me away Walk……"

Zhemo still didn't open his eyes, but he was already getting irritable.

He couldn't sleep well, and Zhe Yu's shoulders were too narrow compared to the tabletop, making him uncomfortable.

"Let go..." Zhemo resisted vaguely, "Sleep...sleep..."

Zhe Yu understood what he said, smiled lightly, and decisively hugged Zhe Mo horizontally, "Okay, I'll take you back to the bedroom."

Zhe Yu has a broad chest, and Zhe Mo found a place to live. After a while, like a goose thinking about returning home, he entered the nest and slept peacefully on his chest.

The night in Jinshan is as cold as that in Hanshan. The night wind carries an uncomfortably chill, and it gets into the sleeves and starts to attack the skin.

Zhe Yu tightened his arms, and his steps became slower and slower.

Fearing that Zhemo would catch a cold, he wrapped the other party with scorching spiritual power, and began to hope that the road to send Zhemo back would be infinitely long.

Zhemo is wary of spiritual power.

He felt a spirit that didn't belong to him lingering around him, and opened his eyes instantly.

"……Who?"

Hearing Zhemo's voice, Zheyu's Adam's apple rolled up and down nervously.

He lowered his head and met Shang Zhe Mo's misty and vigilant eyes.

"Senior Brother." Fearing that Zhemo's eyes looking at him would be as cold as in the evening, the smile on Zheyu's face could no longer be maintained, "I see that you are drunk, and I plan to send you back to the dormitory."

Zhemo's dull head can't recognize the identity of the other party for the time being, but this face is probably stored in his subconscious mind, so his tense nerves gradually relax.

He blinked extremely slowly, his voice hoarse: "Who..."

Zhe Yu realized that he was still drunk, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior brother, I am Zhe Yu, your junior brother."

When Zhe Mo heard the name, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

He wanted to get off Zhe Yu, but Zhe Yu refused to let go.

Zhemo panicked, thinking that he was imprisoned by some terrible spiritual power, he quickly lowered his head to look at his body.

Zhe Yu thought he was looking for something, and asked kindly: "What's wrong?"

"The rope is locked." Zhemo moved his leg that was too tightly hugged by Zheyu, and said helplessly, "It's uncomfortable to hang the leg."

"Don't be afraid, it's not the rope, it's my hand." Zhe Yu seldom saw Zhe Mo showing such a pitiful look, his heart was full of liking, and the smile spread from the corners of his lips, "Brother, let me hug for a while, I haven't hugged for a long time You, I miss you so much."

Zhemo was not happy, and began to push his chest.

Zhe Yuduan didn't want to put him down, but Zhemo struggled too hard, using both hands and feet, almost using his spiritual power to confront him.

Zhe Yu had no choice but to let go at last.

He carefully supported Zhe Mo to stand firm, but Zhe Mo shook off his hand, stumbled back several steps before barely avoiding falling.

Zhemo looked up and looked around, and walked towards his bedroom based on his feeling.

In fact, he was right to go, only his house was lit, which was reserved by Qingli for him.

Fearing that he would fall, Zhe Yu tried to grab him several times, but was avoided.

"Aren't you drunk? Why do you still hate me so much?" Zhe Yu didn't understand, with a grievance on his Yinmei face, "Brother, let me take you back, please?"

Zhemo ignored it at all, and even quickened his pace.

This quickening, the footsteps could not keep up with the forward body, and the whole person fell to the ground without any defense.

"Brother!" Zhe Yu hurriedly knelt down to help him up, "Does it hurt from the fall? Let me see your leg. What about your face, does it hurt? Did you hit it?"

Zhemo was silent.

Zhe Yu couldn't wait to answer for a long time, and looked up at Zhe Mo looking for answers, but his whole body froze in place for an instant.

Zhemo's face was covered with tears.

"Don't cry." Zhe Yu was so distressed that he huddled into a ball, he caressed the other party's drunken face helplessly, "I am here, I will never leave senior brother again, senior brother will not cry."

Confused, Zhemo put his hands on the ground, trying to get up, but he couldn't.

He was uncomfortable, but he didn't know why he was uncomfortable.

Zhe Yu knelt on the ground and took Zhe Mo into his arms, gently stroking Zhe Mo's cheek, after a long silence, bowed his head, leaned over and kissed Zhe Mo's lips.

There were tears there, and the taste was salty.

Qingli, who waited for Zhemo in the room for a long time but did not see him come back, stuck his head out of the window for the countless times to watch, and happened to take this scene into his eyes.

His breath stagnated, and then his eyes gradually became silent.