The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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The moment Zhe Mo returned to the bedroom and opened the door, he happened to meet the eyes of Qing Li who was sitting at the table.

"You are here." Qingli stood up slowly, as if he had been waiting for a long time, but his smile was as gentle as ever, "I am clearly looking forward to your appearance, but what happened today, I don't know how to face you. "

"Qingli, you have been in Jinshan for so long, has anyone in Jinshan treated you badly?" Zhemo closed the door, his voice was tired.

"No." Qingli answered simply, "You treat me well, and the guards don't bully me. Master Zheyu doesn't like me because I really have evil intentions."

Zhe Mo took a deep breath, his heart blocked.

"But I never thought of hurting you, I like you." Seeing the blood on Zhe Mo's face, Qing Li felt a pang in his heart, "I want to be with you..."

"I'll get the antidote." Zhemo couldn't listen to Qingli's lies, stepped forward and approached step by step.

Qingli does not hide.

He raised his head and stared longingly at Zhemo's quiet face: "Master, I will give you the antidote. Although I don't like Master Zheyu, compared to him, I'm still...Master!"

Qingli turned pale with fright, because he saw Zhemo suddenly staggered unsteadily.

Zhemo's face was pale, and the familiar tingling pain came from his mind, torturing his nerves bit by bit.He frowned and tried to be patient, but he still groaned in pain.

Qingli hurriedly supported his body, hugged him and sat down slowly on the ground: "Has the poison gone... Yes, it's time."

As the fragrance of the tripod in the room increased, Zhemo completely lost the ability to control himself.He leaned against Qingli's arms, he was in pain because of his subconscious resistance, and because of his physical drive, he had to get close to the source of the toxin again and again.

But Qingli was detoxified, and the effect of his tripod fragrance dropped drastically, so that Zhemo's cold sweat never stopped flowing.

"It's fine, at least I can still hug you..." Qingli raised his hand to caress Zhemo's face, carefully rubbing the blood stains on his fair skin with his thumb.After confirming that Zhemo was not injured, his heart no longer hangs high.

Qingli leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, her coquettish eyes gradually covered with mist.He took a deep breath of Zhemo's pleasant smell, and the smile on his lips was satisfaction, relief, love and regret.

The stinging pain couldn't be relieved, Zhemo was in too much pain, trembling violently in Qingli's arms.The eyes are tightly closed, and the lips have begun to dry.

Seeing this, Qingli was silent for a while, then pulled out the dagger prepared in advance from her waist, and the snow mountain wood that had been crushed into powder from Fengyue in advance.

Without hesitation, the dagger cut his wrist, and the bright red blood dripped down his fair skin, onto Zhemo's dry and trembling lips.

"I thought that if I got you, I got love, but later I found out that it doesn't seem to be the case..." Qingli showed a pale smile, perhaps because his wrist hurts, and he cried in pain, "I have been tossed and turned in the world until now, and I have been stepped on by countless people... Under my feet... the body of the furnace, the breath of the furnace, made me suffer the same bullying wherever I went. Only you treat me differently, you treat me sincerely, I know..."

Blood flowed into Zhemo's mouth, because the smell was too fishy, ​​Zhemo avoided it reflexively even though he was unconscious.

"Wait a little longer, it will be fine in a while." Qingli fixed Zhemo's head with the other hand, gently persuading him.

Zhemo showed a dissatisfied expression in a daze, his lips were tightly closed and refused to open, the blood stained on it was as crimson as the rouge that Zhemo gave Qingli back then.

Qingli laughed because of this.

His master is so pretty, no matter what he looks like.Starting from the delicate long eyebrows, to a pair of calm peach blossom eyes, he usually does not show all kinds of charm, only at this time will he show a little bit of his beauty.

It's easy to be tempted.

Qingli wanted to treat Zhemo gently, but now he had to open his mouth, and put the detoxified blood mixed with his Dingxiang into Zhemo's mouth together with the snow mountain wood powder.

The wound on the wrist is long and deep, and the blood flow is fast.Zhe Mo's complexion recovered as Qingli's blood entered his throat, but Qingli's consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Master, I'm sorry..." Qingli tightened her arms hugging Zhemo, her body trembling slightly due to sobs, "I really want to be with you day and night, want to be your only furnace, and want to take care of you for the rest of my life... "

"I thought that as long as we can stay by your side and not be chased away, we will be together." Qingli's tears rolled down his face, and he raised his hand in embarrassment to wipe away the blood on his face.

No one taught him how to love.

He has been bullied since he was born. At first he endured it like a fool, but he couldn't bear it anymore. In order to make himself less painful, he learned to please, learn to lower his posture, and learn to obey others in exchange for a clean body that no one has touched. .

Later, he accidentally learned about Suoxiangwan, so he climbed to Yaozun's side and promised Yaozun to work for him so that Yaozun would send him to Jinshan in exchange for a longer life.

In Jinshan, he met Zhemo who for the first time in his life regarded him as a human being.

Later, in order to stay by Zhemo's side and not be chased away, he used Dingxiang in an attempt to use poison to coerce Zhemo to spend the rest of his life with him.

On top of the snow-capped mountain, he saw Zhe Yu protecting Zhe Mo when he was dying, and suddenly he didn't understand.

He suddenly didn't know what love was.

Coercion?

surely not.

what is that?

Is it waiting, guarding, companionship, tolerance?

neither.

is to let go.

So he slowly let go of Zhemo's hand, and his body gradually fell to the ground due to excessive blood loss.

Before closing his eyes, he was still protecting Zhemo's head, preventing Zhemo from falling and hurting.

In his whole life, because he met Zhemo, he felt that this encounter was worthwhile.

But he was still full of resentment.

He hates that no one in the world of cultivating immortals treats Lu Ding kindly, hates that no one has taught him that everything in the world can be obtained through trading, except love.

Otherwise, he can wait for Zhemo, wait for Zhemo to heal the pain in his heart, wait for Zhemo to come out of Zheyu's world completely, and then look back at him.

Maybe one day, Zhemo will fall in love with him...

It took Xiao Su several hours to restore Zhe Yu's body completely.

The holes that should be filled are filled, and the flesh and bones that should be mended are filled. Seeing that Zhe Yu's complexion improved a little bit, he finally withdrew his spiritual power, turned around and ran to find the little guy.

Opening the door, Xiao Su closed his eyes and felt it. Zhaoyan's breath was easily captured by him, so his body dissipated in mist, and he appeared next to Zhaoyan in a second.

"What are you doing sitting here?" Xiao Su stretched out his hand to the drooping Zhaoyan, "Have you not eaten yet? I'll take you there."

Hearing his voice, Zhao Yan put down the small wooden stick he was using to draw on the ground, and looked up at Xiao Su.

After being silent for a long time, Zhaoyan didn't give him his hand, but asked, "Where are you going to eat?"

Xiao Su withdrew his hand that was in the air, feeling something was wrong in his heart, he simply bent down and picked him up from the ground, "I'll go there with you, and call Fengyue and the others by the way."

Zhaoyan touched Xiao Su's hot embrace, obviously still depressed in his heart, but his hands couldn't stop wrapping around Xiao Su's neck, leaning over to find the sandalwood on his body.

"Hold me for a while, then put me down." Zhao Yan gripped Xiao Su's clothes tightly, and whispered, "I just need a little smell of you."

Xiao Su: "?"