The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhe Yu choked.

He turned his head and insisted: "Anyway, I will accompany you there."

"In a few days." Zhemo said, "I need to find out the frequency and time of the poison, and try to avoid being controlled by the poison when I go to the habitat of the demon cultivator."

"Okay." Zhe Yu felt that what the other party said made sense, and nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Zhe Mo was about to leave, he hurried after him, "Where are you going?"

"Rest." Zhe Mo didn't stop walking.

"Where is the cauldron?"

Zhemo was tired of this question, he took a breath, and slowly lowered his eyes, "My bedroom."

When Zhe Yu heard this, he widened his eyes: "Why did you still put him in your bedroom? This time it was poisoning, what is the next time? Stabbing you with a knife while you were asleep?"

"It's not that I don't have spiritual power."

Zhe Yu's excessive worry made Zhe Mo feel overwhelmed.

He should suspect that the other party is meddling in other people's business. Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with Zhe Yu.It was Zhe Yu who ignored his safety at the beginning, and when he encountered danger, he rushed to protect Zhe Xi and left him behind, wasn't Zhe Yu?

Zhemo is also very puzzled, he doesn't know what kind of eyes Zheyu behind him is looking at him, is it mocking, disdainful, superior, or is there really a trace of sincerity in the other party's complicated eyes that care about him ?

But he is not interested, he does not want to think too much, tired.

Zhemo quickened his pace, his evasive attitude was obvious.

Zhe Yu didn't know what to do, so he quickened his pace.

Zhemo stopped, and he immediately stopped following.

"Is there anything else you need?" Zhemo asked.

"No." Zhe Yu shook his head, "I will go back to the bedroom with you."

Zhe Mo frowned, "I didn't agree."

"I don't do anything." Zhe Yu said, "Fengyue said that you will feel very uncomfortable when you get poisoned, you are out of control, I can't let you and Qingli be alone. If I make you unhappy, I won't hurt you. "

"I do not need."

"You need it." Zhe Yu was persistent, but Zhe Mo disagreed, his heart was hanging high in his chest nervously, and he could hardly breathe, "I don't know what else is hidden in the furnace that is in front of the face and behind the back. Secret, he is full of lies, what has he done to win your trust? I am not much better than him, but at least I really miss you."

Zhemo looked at Zheyu helplessly, and sighed.

His pace finally returned to normal speed, and he walked towards his destination unhurriedly.

Zhe Yu knew that the other party agreed, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.

When Qingli heard the sound of the door opening, her previously drooping eyes came back to life instantly.

Seeing Zhemo, his lips trembled, and then he picked out a coquettish and beautiful smile, and called softly: "Master."

Zhe Mo glanced at him lightly, but didn't respond.

Generally speaking, Qingli was happy to see Zhemo, but after seeing Zheyu who followed Zhemo into the house, the tenderness and light in his eyes instantly subsided.

Zhe Yu also looked unhappy when he saw him: "How many lives did the Yaozun give you to give you the courage to attack Zhemo in Jinshan?"

Qingli glanced at Zhemo before answering, and shook his head: "Master treats me well, Yaozun treats me badly."

Zhe Yu suddenly became furious, and when his eyes swept towards Qingli again, he cut his face like a sharp knife, and said in a ruthless voice, "So it's because I'm a low-spirited person, and I can't deserve other people's kindness."

Qing Li didn't show displeasure when he heard the words, but instead smiled: "It's cheap, no one treats me better, except the master. So I will desperately catch the master to prevent him from being snatched by you. "

Zhe Yu grabbed Qing Li by the collar, gnashing his teeth: "You're courting death!"

"You're not me, you don't understand my feelings." Qingli looked up at Zhe Yu, he knew Zhe Yu couldn't kill him, so there was no fear in his eyes, "I want to be with Master, no matter what I have How long."

Zhe Yu didn't know which word in his words was irritated, so he was caught off guard and pressed Qing Li hard on the table, the corner of the table hit Qing Li's waist, causing Qing Li to groan in pain.

"You deserve it?" Zhe Yu's dark eyes were full of evil spirits, revealing his murderous intent.

Zhemo felt the other party's leaked spiritual power, and he froze when he lifted the quilt and went to bed.

"Enough." He interrupted the dispute between the two, his face revealing exhaustion.

When Zhe Yu heard his voice, his body stiffened, and finally he obediently let go of his hands.

Zhemo lay down on the bed, turned his back to the two, and closed his eyes to rest.

As soon as he calmed down, Zhemo could smell the faint fragrance of tripod floating in the air, it can always find the flesh and blood of people without any mistakes, and seduce people's emotions with the temptation that goes deep into the marrow.

"Zhe Yu, you have to hold your breath, or go out." Zhe Mo slowly raised his eyelids, staring at the opening of the black gauze curtain in front of him, "The fragrance of the cauldron is lingering here, so it's not suitable to stay for a long time."

After being reminded, Zhe Yu carefully felt the aura surrounding him, which was quiet and deeply hidden.

If Zhemo hadn't reminded him, he would hardly have noticed.

"Why, do you think you can expel me like this?" Zhe Yu didn't say this to Zhe Mo, but to Qing Li.

The more he looked at Qingli's coquettish and secretive face, the more unhappy he became.

"During the harvesting period, the smell is often uncontrollable." Qingli showed an innocent face, and said truthfully, "Master will be very comfortable under my breath. If you are afraid of being poisoned, you can leave here."

With a wave of Zhe Yu's hand, he used his evil spirit to isolate himself and Zhe Mo from Qingli's tripod fragrance.

After finishing this, he dragged the chair and walked to the bed, sat down beside Zhemo, and blocked Qingli's gaze on Zhemo.

Qingli's complexion was very ugly, and her beautiful brows were twisted together.

But seeing that Zhemo seemed to be going to sleep, he couldn't bear to disturb him anymore, so he could only suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart, walked to the table and sat down, closed his eyes and took a nap.

He knew that when Zhe Mo always had poisonous hair, Zhe Yu couldn't stop him.

The candles in the sleeping hall were extinguished, and the bright room instantly went dark.The patrolling guards also stepped lightly, fearing to startle the people resting in the house.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the night wind in the mountains is always getting stronger at this moment.

The windows were "creaked" by the blowing, and the door shook uncontrollably several times, making the same annoying noise.

Zhemo's originally even breathing became heavier without warning.

He turned over uncomfortably, trying to lift his tired eyes, but the pain in his head made it hard for him to even breathe, let alone wake up.

In a trance, someone pulled him into his arms, pressing his hot palm against his sweaty face.

The familiar spiritual power drilled into his skin bit by bit, struggling with the uncomfortable sting.

The man called him "Senior Brother", and Zhe Mo answered in a daze, his hands clenched tightly on the bed in pain, his whole body trembling violently, "It hurts..."

The evil spirit blew past the candles, and the room returned to light.

Zhe Yu saw Zhe Mo's appearance when he had poisonous hair, his frowning brows, his pale complexion, his temple hair soaked in cold sweat, and his dry lips.

"Obviously I have bullied you like this, I still care about how you feel..." Zhe Yu hugged Zhe Mo sadly, "I should have done it from the first day you accepted him, you hate me even more One more point is better than seeing you like this now..."

"Master Zheyu." Qingli didn't know when he woke up. He stood beside Zheyu and stretched out his hand, "Give me the master, and I will make him feel better."

Zhe Yu glared at Qing Li, his eyes burning with anger, "You really deserve to die."

"I deserve to die, but I want to die with Master." The smile on the corner of Qingli's mouth bloomed like a coquettish flower, "Master, it's all your fault. If you weren't always blocking me and Master, Master might Fall in love with me."

As he spoke, he reached out and unbuttoned his clothes.Dingxiang became thicker and thicker in his actions, like a lingering fog occupying the whole room.

"I suggest you take back your spiritual power. This will prevent me from taking care of the master." Qingli climbed onto the bed, and slipped into Zhemo's embrace little by little. His arms were wrapped around Zhemo's waist like a snake. It was full of provocation and contempt, "I also suggest that you go out, you don't want to watch me and my master having sex with your own eyes, do you?"