The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"I want to bring some food to Fengyue." Zhao Yan was excited to get off Xiao Su's lap, "Let's go first, the supermarket. I have to bring a lot of things there."

"You don't need to carry it." Xiao Su clasped his waist with both hands, pressed his waist and pressed the man back to his lap, "She is not missing."

"But there is a lot of food here, not in the world of cultivating immortals." Zhao Yan rubbed Xiao Su's shoulder, "I want to give it to Fengyue and the others, try it."

"It's inconvenient to go back through Lingxi." Xiao Su tilted his head and kissed his pink face, the soft skin on his face sunken into an intimate arc.

Xiao Su's eyes darkened, and the hand that had just been withdrawn from Zhaoyan's stomach couldn't help reaching into his clothes, finding the other's small navel, and circling around it.

"Hmm!" Zhaoyan's stomach shrunk back sensitively, but Xiao Su's other hand was tightly wrapped around his waist, unable to escape, and the next second his body was lying on the other's chest, his eyes twitched. Beautiful aqua red color with controlled bloom.

Because of her pregnancy, Zhaoyan became more and more attached to Xiao Su's scent.Although it is not pheromone, it can give him great comfort because it carries Xiao Su's body temperature and spiritual power.So even knowing that Xiao Su is bullying him at the moment, Zhao Yan obediently cooperates with what the other party gives and enjoys it.

Moaning, he rubbed his small head against Xiao Su's neck, half-closed his eyes, and sent his stomach to Xiao Su's hand little by little, wanting to absorb more of the hot temperature that belonged to the other party.

"Touch the side again, just below the navel, a little below...the baby is here, the belly is heavy..."

Xiao Su took a deep breath, watching Zhaoyan's eyes gradually darken, his possessiveness was as thick as a cloud of black mist, and there was only Zhaoyan's shadow in the mist.

Xiao Su quickly glanced away to prevent his body temperature from rising further.

He hugged Zhaoyan in the same posture, and pressed Zhaoyan firmly to his chest, as if he suppressed the fire in his heart like this.

Zhaoyan wakes up from the brief trance, his eyes are moist and confused: "Huh?"

"Hmm, what?" Xiao Su laughed, and he pinched Zhaoyan's buttocks that he was holding in his palms in retaliation, "Are you still going?"

"I'm leaving." Zhaoyan realized what he had done just now, and rolled his eyes with an embarrassed smile, "I'm leaving now."

"Yan Yan." Xiao Su called him, his voice was petting.Holding Zhaoyan in his arms, he walked out the door and said, "You've been so clingy recently, is it because of the little things in your stomach?"

Zhaoyan shook his head: "I don't know."

"But you smell so good." As Zhaoyan said, he brought his nose close to the other's cheek and sniffed lightly, "I really like this smell. Being close to you makes my stomach feel so comfortable, and so do I."

Xiao Su raised his eyebrows: "Sandalwood?"

Zhao Yan nodded vigorously, the tip of his nose touched Xiao Su's face.He took advantage of the opportunity to kiss Xiao Su's handsome outline, but when Xiao Su was about to kiss him back, he quickly hid in the other's neck.

"Tsk." Xiao Su sighed unhappily, "Wilder is bad."

Zhaoyan happily swayed her two thin white legs on him, hugged Xiao Su's neck tightly and smiled joyfully, "Everything is fine, studies are good, hello, baby is good, seeing Fengyue is also good. Xiao Su, I am very happy." Happy."

"Why am I ranked behind in my studies?" Xiao Su caught the details of the other party's words, stood still and frowned at Zhaoyan.

Zhaoyan tightened his grip on him, felt Xiao Su's jealousy, and smiled brighter: "Then you are in front of the school."

"Don't be perfunctory." Xiao Su got a satisfactory answer, and started to walk again, walking along the river where he came and went, "When the fetus in the womb stabilizes, it will be a matter of time before we pick it up. Do you think you can avoid it?"

Zhaoyan heard the words, and looked at Xiao Su with round and round beautiful almond eyes.Then he looked down at his belly again, the thick eyelashes cast a small shadow with blurred outlines under his eyes.

After estimating the time of the baby's development, Zhao Yan stopped making trouble immediately.He obediently stopped talking, and arrived at the bank of the river leading to the world of cultivating immortals together with Xiao Su.

Xiao Su wrapped Zhaoyan's body with strong spiritual power, "The situation at the bottom of the river is complicated, no matter what you see or encounter, don't be afraid, I'm by your side."

"Okay." Zhaoyan listened carefully, and covered his eyes with his hands, "In this way, I won't be afraid if I can't see."

Xiao Su's low smile rang in his ears, and in the darkness, a kiss gently landed on his forehead, like a goose feather brushing against his skin, so gentle that it made people cry.

"Xiao Su." Zhaoyan maintained a blindfolded posture during the kiss, so as to carefully hide the shame in his eyes, so that he had the courage to say the rest of the embarrassing words, "Why, I like you so much. "

Xiao Su could be considered to have heard a sentence that made him feel refreshed.

His pitch-black eyes gradually lit up, illuminating the surrounding black mist with nowhere to hide.The joy in his heart turned into a smile that spread wantonly around his lips, adding countless brilliance and softness to his handsome face.

"How do you know I'm not like this." Xiao Su turned his head, and the tip of his ear was slightly red, "My heart beats for you several times a day. For such a long time, I can't count it with my ten fingers."

After Zhaoyan listened, there was a strong smile between his brows, and his cheeks were stained with emotion for his lover.

It's warm and delicate, and it's powdery.

Zhe Yu took Zhe Mo to the foot of the mountain, he bought the paper kite, found an open space, and handed the things to Zhe Mo's palm.

"Brother, this is for you."

Zhemo took the eagle-shaped paper kite, rubbed it for a while, and asked, "How can a mortal have no spiritual power to make it fly?"

"Use the wind." Zhe Yu tied the thin thread in his hand to the paper kite, with a slightly surprised expression on his face, "Haven't you ever played?"

Zhemo shook his head, caressing the thin paper surface of the kite with his fingertips, "I saw others playing with it."

Zhe Yu stared at the other person's quiet face, the curiosity about the kite pierced into his heart like a sharp sword.

He can hardly imagine that this person who has lived for nearly a thousand years has never even touched such an ordinary object.

"I'll teach you." Zheyu walked behind Zhemo, and slowly wrapped his arms around Zhemo's body.He took Zhemo's hand and put it on the other end of the bamboo knot wrapped around the thin thread, "Brother, you can put down the paper kite."

"Put it down?" Zhe Mo tilted his head to look at Zhe Yu, "Put it down and it will fall."

"It's okay, we'll let it fly." Zhe Yu met his puzzled gaze and taught softly, "I'll teach you how to unwind the thread first."

Zhemo finally put the kite on the ground. He looked down at the bamboo knot in his hand, and slowly turned it backwards like Zheyu. The thread wrapped around the bamboo knot became less and less. Let go of him.

Zhemo was at a loss holding the bamboo joints by himself, "Should I still put the thread?"

"Not yet." Zhe Yu picked up the kite from the ground and held it above his head, "Brother, you step back,"

Zhemo obediently moved back.

Zhe Yu: "The wind is too low now, I need you to run."

Zhemo gripped the bamboo joint tightly, and ran back while pulling the string.

Zhe Yu followed behind him, finding the right time to let go of the paper kite in his hand, the paper kite stayed at a low altitude, not high enough, and looked crumbling.

Zhemo looked back at the kite, and said in a panic, "It's about to fall!"

"Then run faster." Zhe Yu rushed to his side, grabbed his arm and accelerated the running speed together.

Zhemo hastily stepped forward, looking back at the kite uneasily as he ran, like looking at a toddler, for fear that it would fall.

The wind brushed past the ear, and the thin thread gradually tightened.

"Zheyu, look!" Zhemo looked at the kite being pulled by him in surprise, "It flew up!"

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