The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Qingli felt Zhemo's embrace, and her pupils trembled in her pupils.

The fragrance of the cauldron quietly intensified.

"Master, since you hold Qingli, Qingli doesn't feel sad at all." Qingli smiled with joy in his eyes.

These words hit Zhemo's ears like a gong and a drum, causing him to recover immediately.

He seemed to realize that he was holding the stove, and his expression froze for a moment.

The hand loosened slowly and slipped from Qingli's back.

"You haven't passed the picking period yet?" Zhe Mo asked Ding Xiang.

"It will last for a few days." Qingli said with a blushing face, "I won't have an overreaction, but I can't control Dingxiang..."

Zhe Mo nodded: "If you need it, just ask."

"Thank you, master." Although knowing that the help Zhemo said was only spiritual power, Qingli still smiled.He wrapped his hands tightly around Zhemo's waist, and rested his head on his shoulder, "I want to make sober soup for master, but it feels good to hug him, and I don't want to let go."

Zhemo's eyelids drooped, and the emotions in his eyes were unclear.

His hand landed on Qingli's arm, and he pushed it down from his waist, "I need to wash, you can do whatever you want."

Qingli glanced at his arm that was still warm from Zhemo, and responded with a little disappointment: "Okay, Qingli will go to the Cold Food Hall and be back soon."

After Qingli left, Zhemo took a deep breath.

The air in the room was mixed with the smell of the stove, and as the breath dissipated, Zhemo's heart was suddenly extremely tired, and even his body felt heavy.

The wardrobe in front of him suddenly shook, and a strong and unfamiliar stabbing pain began to appear in his mind again.

Zhemo supported the wardrobe with his hands, because the fronts of his five fingers pinched the cabinet surface desperately, and his manicured nails almost sank into the wood.

His vision blurred in pain, his heart beat faster and faster, Zhemo couldn't control his body and knelt on the ground on one knee.

The spiritual power accumulated between the eyebrows, and Zhemo tried to use it to resist the severe pain for no reason.

But little effect.

His panting was getting worse. In just a dozen seconds, most of his spiritual power was consumed, but the discomfort did not ease at all.

He almost fainted.

This is... what's going on... Poisoning?

This state continued until Qingli came back with hangover soup.

He was shocked when he saw Zhemo kneeling on the ground, and hurriedly put down the things in his hands to help Zhemo get up.

"Master!" Qingli raised his arms to hug his body, his voice was tense, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhe Mo frowned, his face was pale, and he was temporarily unable to answer Qing Li's question.

Once again, Qingli's approach was filled with a delicate fragrance, and his chaotic thinking had no self-awareness, and he followed the other's scent completely.

Zhe Mo pushed Qingli to the ground, and lowered his head to Qingli's body to find more fragrance that belonged to the furnace.

This smell can help him relieve pain, this smell makes him extremely comfortable, like an antidote to poison, luring him to come forward to be intimate.

"Master..." Qingli tilted his head slightly, allowing the other party to explore his neck.

He suddenly felt a chill down his waist. It turned out that Zhemo had untied his belt, and the loose clothes slipped from his lying flat body to the ground.

Qingli's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, but he cooperated with Zhemo, without any intention of refusing.

Zhemo's kiss has come to his lips, Qingli feels the softness of the other's lips, his heart is like the wind blowing on the surface of a lake, rippling with itchy ripples.

In fact, all this should have gone smoothly, if they hadn't been interrupted by an annoying knock on the door.

"Brother!" It was Zhe Yu's voice.

Zhemo raised his head in a trance, as if he was still awake, staring at the door without any response.

Zhe Yu waited for a long time but no one opened the door, and asked, "Brother, are you in the house?...Yesterday you left the blood lotus in the Cold Food Hall, and I will bring it to you."

Still no one answered.

Zhe Yu no longer had the courage to break into Zhe Mo's house, he stood outside the door for a long while, after making sure that there was no one in the room, he turned and left.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the bedroom returned to silence again.

Zhe Mo's eyes gradually became clear.

He saw clearly the face of the person under him, and murderous intent arose secretly.

"Master, why... are you looking at me like this?" Qing Li couldn't help but shudder when he saw Shang Zhe Mo's gaze.

As soon as the words fell, the person had already been pressed by Zhemo's shoulders, and he was firmly pressed to the ground.

"Are you attacking me?" Zhe Mo's voice couldn't hear the anger, but Qing Li seemed to hear the raging fire wrapped in his voice, burning blazingly.

"No..." Qingli's eyes were wet, "I didn't..."

Zhemo looked at him coldly.

Qingli had never seen Zhemo show such an indifferent expression towards him, the corners of his lips curled up in grievance, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"I really like you, I want to be with you, I want to be your furnace, I want to be occupied by you." Due to the suppression of Zhemo's spiritual power, Qingli couldn't hug his sweetheart who was close at hand, "I don't want to hurt you, but I'm powerless..."

Zhemo got up from the ground, but his spiritual power still controlled Qingli.Qingli couldn't get up, she lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment and looked at Zhemo.

"What poison?" Zhe Mo's voice was cold.

Qing Li bit her lip, unwilling to speak.

Zhemo let out a foul breath: "I thought I treated you well and gave you chances over and over again, but you are still full of lies and don't know how to repent!"

"I never lied to you!" Qingli cried, "I never lied..."

Zhe Mo impatiently dealt with him, and the aura that bound Qingli gradually tightened, "Purpose."

Qingli's body seemed to be entangled by a snake, trembling with pain.He tried to touch Zhemo's boots with his hands, and wanted to grab the hem of his clothes and smell Zhemo's body.

But Zhemo took a step back, cutting off Qingli's thoughts.

Qingli was stunned for a moment, his complexion was pale, beads of sweat dripped down his face, mixed with tears.

In desperation, Qingli pulled a sad smile from the corner of his lips.

"You can't kill me." Qingli's voice was weak, "The poison from the Yaozun is in my cauldron cavity, you stay with me day and night, the poison is transmitted to you through the incense of the tripod, without me you will die."

"So you seduced me several times?"

Qingli shook his head and denied, "The main reason why I am close to you is that I want to be possessed by you, it has nothing to do with the poison of the Yaozun..."

"The Yaozun's poison is on me. If I don't bring you back, I can't complete the Yaozun's mission. If he doesn't give me the antidote, I won't live long, but I don't care... What I want is you..." Qingli bites Clenching his teeth, he swallowed back his sobs, it hurts too much, Zhemo is merciless, Zhemo wants to kill him...

"Are you planning to use poison to control me?" Zhe Mo straightened his thoughts, "The demon master poisoned you, and it hurts you and me. You are just a pawn, and you will die anyway."

"Master, you are poisoned, you feel uncomfortable, but I can be your antidote... You can't do without me, and you still have Suoxiang Pills..." Qingli replied, "The Yaozun's deal is not nothing to me. Ricoto..."