The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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After Zhe Yu heard his words, his fists "creaked" and his face was so gloomy that it was indescribable.

If it wasn't for Zhe Mo who suddenly broke free from the barrier of his spiritual power, and leaned close to Qingli's neck like a small animal to sniff the scent of the opponent's body, Zhe Yu's evil spirit would have killed Qingli.

Zhe Yu saw dependence in Zhe Mo's expression, even though it was the affection for the utensil under the control of the toxin, this scene still deeply hurt Zhe Yu's eyes.

The chest cavity has never been so blocked, it was hit by iron, and the pain was so heavy that the owner of the heart could hardly speak.

Zhe Mo put his arms around Qingli's waist, Qingli's shadow was vaguely reflected in his misty eyes.His consciousness was empty, and his breath was full of tripod incense, which was enough to control his actions and mind.

Qingli no longer has the energy to argue with Zheyu, he gently embraces Zhemo, and carefully kisses Zhemo's pale lips under Zheyu's gaze.

"It will get better soon...Master, with me here, you won't be in pain."

Who said there was no love in his words, such a soft tone, such a pity expression, even Zhe Yu couldn't find a flaw.

The more Zhe Yu saw his hypocritical posture, the more annoyed he became. He reached out and grabbed Qingli's arm, and before he dragged him off the bed, he heard Qingli say: "Master, if you stop me, I will take Dingxiang back." go."

It is blackmail.

Zhe Yu froze for a moment, he gritted his teeth and stared at Qing Li: "You are cruel enough!"

Qingli withdrew his arm from Zheyu's palm, and re-entered into Zhemo's embrace rather aggrieved.

Zhemo naturally wouldn't refuse his approach, buried his face in Qingli's neck, panting heavily.

Feeling Zhemo's discomfort, Qingli caressed his back affectionately, and continued to soothe him in a low voice: "Master, if you feel uncomfortable, tell Qingli, and Qingli will give you a blow."

Zhemo blinked under his guidance, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Head..."

This trembling voice caused Zhe Yu's eyes to turn red.

How did it happen, how did he make it all happen...

He watched helplessly as his lover was leaning on someone else's arms, enduring the torment from the poison in pain, while he stood aside, facing the furnace with no spiritual power, helpless, with no room for resistance at all.

Really weak.

Ah.

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Qingli failed to do anything to Zhemo in the end, because the poisoning was not deep enough, Zhemo quickly regained consciousness under the influence of Dingxiang.

He saw his disheveled clothes, and saw Zhe Yu's complicated eyes.

He knew that he must have lost his composure under the gaze of the other party, with a very unbearable appearance.

Zhe Mo thought he didn't care, but there was still an invisible sense of suffocation in his heart, like a raging tide plundering all the air.

Suffocated, uncomfortable, depressed, and even disgusted with his own body.

Zhe Yu began to pay attention to the time of the next poisoning after Zhe Mo was detoxified, and calculated how long the effect of the utensil would be once.

After observing for about three days, he found that the number of Zhemo poisonous hairs changed from two to three, and the duration of the utensil's effect was shortening.It used to be able to protect Zhemo from poisoning for twelve hours, but now it is about eight hours.

When Zhemo was sitting in the gazebo drinking tea that day, Zheyu rushed over and grabbed Zhemo's hand, dragging him out.

"What are you doing?" Zhemo's teacup almost fell to the ground and broke.

"Go to Yaozun." Zhe Yu said firmly, "We can't delay any longer."

"The demon master is hard to deal with." Zhe Mo said, "If he attacks you secretly, wouldn't there be no one in Jinshan? You stay here, and I will figure things out by myself."

"I don't!" Zhe Yu stopped, turned to look at Zhe Mo's bloodshot eyes, "No matter what he asks, I will agree%2C as long as he gives you the antidote, even if he uses Jinshan to serve him, I can also compete against Yun Xiangyi and Gui Zun."

"You can do what I can't." Zhe Mo frowned, "My life has nothing to do with Jinshan disciples, they are innocent, don't get them involved."

"Brother, they are willing for you."

"Zhe Yu!" Zhe Mo was annoyed, he shook off Zhe Yu's hand, turned and walked back.

"Okay, if you don't go, don't go." Zhe Yu stood on the spot and looked at his back, "You just sit and wait for death, and I will go to the underworld with you. Death is better than seeing you entangled with the furnace."

Zhe Mo's footsteps froze.

He took a deep breath: "Did you ever think about Fengyue when you said this?"

"Do you know that if you are not in a hurry to solve the poisoning, you are thinking about Fengyue?!" Zhe Yu roared, "Seeing Fengyue can't sleep well all night for you, isn't it very happy in your heart? You are held in someone's arms, I am here It’s not about walking aside, it’s not about not walking, I’m embarrassed, my face is ugly, aren’t you very happy to see me like this? I admit, you went back for revenge, this feeling should be the same as when you watched me chasing Zhexi Just like running, are you satisfied?"

Facing Zheyu's questioning, Zhemo's face remained unchanged.He opened his mouth, his voice was as quiet as ever: "Mortal life is indeed a little boring."

Hearing his words, Zhe Yu's pupils trembled violently in their sockets.

He rushed to Zhemo's side, anxiously clenched his arm: "What do you mean, Zhemo, what exactly do you mean, what are you talking about?"

"As I said, I'm responsible for the accident. I can't implicate Jinshan, and I don't want to implicate you..." Zhemo slowly met Zheyu's gaze, and planned to speak more utterly, but when he saw Zheyu's eyes When the tears swirled in his eyes, he froze.

"Brother, are you joking?" Zheyu hugged Zhemo tightly, begging, "You must be joking, with Fengyue and I by my side, why would you feel bored? If you think the surrounding area is too clean, I'll take you to the foot of the mountain to play. I'll buy you whatever you want, and I can give you whatever you like, and I can do nothing all day long and just be with you, okay?"

Zhemo fell silent.

Zhe Yu was really panicked: "Why don't you speak..."

"Go to Yaozun, I'll accompany you, I guarantee that nothing will happen to us." Zhe Yu frowned, and he stroked Zhe Mo's cheek, "Okay, senior brother, we used to do everything together."

Zhemo avoided his touch, and after a long time of contemplation, he finally asked, "Is there anything fun down the mountain?"

Zhe Yu froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

"have what?"

"I can take my brother to release paper kites." Zhe Yu said.

"Ah."

Zhemo obviously agreed, but Zheyu couldn't laugh.

After Zhaoyan finalized the school and completed a series of procedures such as filling in the information, the matter was considered to have come to an end.

Xiao Su accompanied him to finish all this, hugged him on his lap, touched the protruding belly of the person in his arms, carefully turned his wide palm around it, and said with a smile: "I've grown up again." , Are you tired?"

"Not tired." Zhao Yan shook his head, "You said you wanted to take me to see Fengyue."

"En." Xiao Su responded, pulling his hand out of the opponent's clothes, "Leaving today? If you are tired, we will leave tomorrow."

Zhaoyan's stomach lost the scorching heat and suddenly became much cooler.He moved his butt forward uncomfortably, and pressed his belly against Xiao Su's waist, and when he got warmer, he smiled and said, "I think, I'll go today. I just woke up less than two hours ago, how can I be tired?"

Xiao Su's heart trembled at the top of his soft belly, and the tenderness in his heart scattered around his body like a rippling lake.

He kissed Zhaoyan's snow-white face vigorously, his dark eyes were full of love, "Okay, let's go today."