The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Qingli's tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, slowly slid into her temples and disappeared.

No more, Zhemo's eyes looking at him are no longer as gentle as before...

Is he wrong... Why is Zhemo not as close to him as expected, even if it is a hug...

Zhe Mo's voice was quiet, but his gaze was already threatening: "How poisonous is this poison?"

Qingli felt the aggravation of the pain brought by the spiritual power, and couldn't help screaming, his body was trembling when he answered: "You can't, leave me for too long... When the poison occurs, I will be your antidote... Without me by your side, the poison will erode your primordial spirit and body from the head..."

"The poison hidden in the cauldron chamber...the antidote is in the hands of the Yaozun...bring you to the Yaozun within half a year, and he will give me the antidote, otherwise I will die from the poison...I am dead, you I can't hold on for too long..."

"Half a year." Zhemo grasped the key point and remained silent in deep thought.

After a while, Zhe Mo waved his hand and released Qing Li.

"I don't like others lying to me, and I even hate it." Zhemo's spiritual power spread from the soles of his feet, slowly covering the whole room, sealing Qingli inside, "I won't kill you before detoxification, after detoxification You must die."

Qingli managed to get up from the ground and stand firm, when he heard Zhemo's words, his expression froze.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from his eyes, and stopped the choking in his throat: "Master, you shouldn't threaten me like this... If I kill myself, you won't feel well."

Qingli's words were threats, but Zhemo was unmoved.

He didn't even give Qingli half a point out of the corner of his eye, and walked towards the door on his own.

Qingli didn't want him to leave, so she hurried forward to grab his arm, but Zhemo waved him away mercilessly.

"I've lost my eyes more than once." Zhe Mo turned his back to him and said, "I have a pair of eyes that have been practiced for nearly a thousand years and are not fascinated by miasma, but they can always see the mortal world thousands of miles away."

Leaving this almost self-deprecating sentence, Zhemo disappeared in place in an instant.

The door was slammed shut without anyone touching it, Qingli ran over to try to pull it open, but just as he touched the barrier formed by spiritual power, his hands were stabbed severely.

Qingli lowered his arms, took a few steps back and distanced himself from the door, "Master..."

But this time Zhemo didn't give him any response.

Qing Li showed a wry smile.

He stood there for a few seconds in a daze, his eyes darkened a little bit.

"It's okay, you will always come back..."

Zhemo went to the medicine room to find Fengyue.

He sat on the stone chair and stretched out his arms, letting Fengyue feel his pulse.

Fengyue frowned, her expression gradually serious.

"Brother, it is indeed poisoning. The poison has a demonic aura, and it dissolves in the human body and is transmitted through sexual intercourse. The first person who takes this medicine becomes a vessel of the poison. The infected person needs to use the vessel for a long time to relieve pain. Once the poison will deepen, the deeper the poison, the more inseparable from the vessel."

"I'm not on good terms with others." Zhe Mo said, "But I've smelled the incense of the furnace, can this poison be spread through the smell?"

"If the tripod cavity is poisoned, it can indeed spread through the tripod incense." After Fengyue finished speaking, she pondered for a while, then suddenly slapped the table and stood up from the stone bench, "The one who gave you the medicine is the furnace cauldron?! No wonder the demon master All day long, I searched for furnaces from all over the world and gave them away everywhere, so this is the purpose!"

"Don't panic." Zhe Mo stood up to comfort him, "I will find a way to deal with this matter."

"You think of a way, how do you think of a way! Is there an antidote for the furnace? Are you rushing to the Yaozun's lair to get the antidote?!" Fengyue stomped her feet anxiously, "Senior Brother Zhe Yu told me to pay attention to you and me. Regarding Qingli's relationship, I thought that all furnaces were as innocent as Zhaoyan, so I didn't take this matter too seriously, who knew that the Yaozun sent something really bad!"

"It is also necessary to go to the demon cultivator's lair to get medicine, but you must not disclose the news of my poisoning to others." Zhe Mo said, "If the demon is not in Jinshan today, our strength will be greatly reduced. The demon master and the ghost master have a dispute. The turmoil is still undecided, if you say that something happened to me, the consequences of disciples being involved in this conflict will be disastrous."

"Where is that furnace now?" Fengyue clenched her fists angrily, "I'm going to abolish him now!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed to the medicine room.

Zhe Mo grabbed her arm and persuaded him: "I need him for the time being. Zhe Yu found the snow mountain wood and came back. You can see if it can improve the medicine refining. If there is no other way, I will go to the demon cultivator's lair. "

Fengyue glared at Zhemo angrily, annoyed that she was powerless, annoyed that she didn't take care of Zhemo at the beginning, and also annoyed that Zhemo was easily deceived by the furnace.

The corners of Fengyue's lips trembled, and her eyes were soon clouded with mist, "I don't know if I can develop an antidote for such a strange poison... If something happens to you like Zhaoyan, what should I do..."

"The furnace said it will take half a year." Zhe Mo said.

Fengyue cried out: "Where did it come from half a year? Listen to him talking nonsense! Toxins are everywhere in your blood, and the poison will penetrate deep into the bone marrow within half a month. He lied to you that half a year is nothing more than waiting for the toxins to increase and control your body. You can't live without him, and you can't live without him!"

"Don't cry, it's okay." Zhemo stretched out his hand to hold Fengyue into his arms, and he patted Fengyue's back lightly, "I can use spiritual power to seal the blood in my body to delay the invasion of toxins."

Fengyue hugged his waist tightly, at first he just sobbed softly, and finally wept loudly.

They demon cultivators have provoked someone, they are in Jinshan well, they have not done anything bad, why do people always come to disturb their lives, they are not even allowed to have a moment of peace...

Zhemo didn't go back to his bedroom at night.

He was leaning against the edge of the cliff, leaning on a stone to watch the moonlight and starry blue sky, his posture was leisurely.

When Zhe Yu came, his expression was completely opposite to his.His face is solemn like thick dark clouds hanging in the sky, paving the way for lightning, thunder and pouring rain at all times.

Zhe Mo heard the footsteps, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I gave the snow mountain wood to Fengyue." Zheyu walked to Zhemo, and the moment he saw the other person's quiet face, Zheyu lost all other emotions.

The full of grief dissipated, leaving only distressed.

He squatted down and spread his five fingers, the beautiful blood lotus in his palm was blooming brightly.

"Let's go to the palace of the demon cultivator and leave tonight." Zhe Yu said.

Zhe Mo tilted his head, his eyes fell on the blood lotus, and after a few seconds of silence, he took it over.

"What are you doing here?" Zhe Mo's lips curled slightly, "Are you still refusing to listen to me if you laugh at me for being as stupid as a donkey?"

Hearing this, Zhe Yu took a deep breath helplessly, and then let it out slowly, "If His Majesty is still here, he will definitely scold you, but I am not qualified."

Zhe Mo thought of Xiao Su and nodded.

He propped himself up with one hand, "I'll go by myself, you don't have to follow."

"What if the poison occurs?" Zhe Yu frowned, "Without me by my side, it would not be easy for the Yaozun to torture you."

"Dangerous." Zhemo answered, "If I really don't come back, take care of Fengyue."

"Fart!" Zhe Yu broke down emotionally and roared, "You are a demon who has practiced for nearly a thousand years, so what is that poison, what is the demon master, it's not that we have never fought with them, if we win once, we can Win a second time!"

"Back then there was a Heavenly Demon." Zhemo reminded, "Not now."