The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Xiao Su glanced at Zhaoyan's five fingers, his expression softened because of the other's intimacy, but his breathing also became heavier because of the other's intimacy.

He bent down, tentatively bit Zhaoyan's plump lips, and grinded his teeth together.

At the moment when the strong and domineering aura snatched his breath, Zhao Yan opened his eyes slightly, trying hard to distinguish the scene in front of him.

Whose alpha is this, it smells really good...

Unable to resist, the whole person lay limply on the table, accepting Xiao Su's bite.

"Luding." Xiao Su's deep voice pierced through the black mist, and kissed Zhao Yan's ear, "Why do you like this smell?"

Zhaoyan groaned, lost consciousness under the bewilderment of classical sandalwood fragrance, unable to answer Xiao Su's words.

His cheeks were flushed, his trembling body was about to slip into Xiao Su's arms, his fair neck was raised, and he followed the omega's instinct to find Xiao Su's glands, to explore more intense pheromones that could soothe him.

Xiao Su's eyes changed when he rubbed against him.

Moxiu can peek into the desires in the hearts of all beings, and control people's hearts through desires.

Xiao Su originally just wanted to play with the consciousness of the waste furnace, and wanted to see his appearance of losing his composure, but he didn't expect that the one who easily confused Zhaoyan's body was actually the sandalwood left by the cultivation-improving pill that was magnified by the evil spirit on his body .

Xiao Su didn't understand.

Lu Ding has too many secrets, and he hasn't solved any of them until today.

bother.

Xiao Su straightened his body, and roughly pulled away the sticky little thing that was entangled with him.

The evil spirit in the room has not dissipated, Zhaoyan is still under control.

He turned over on the table, and after getting away from Xiao Su's touch, he actively searched for the scent and crawled towards Xiao Su's direction, grabbed his robe, and asked Xiao Su to hug him.

Xiao Su laughed at him: "Look at your appearance, you are so lowly."

Zhao Yan couldn't understand what he was saying, and the sweet kiss fell on Xiao Su's face.

After the kiss, he didn't know what to do next, so he looked at Xiao Su with a pair of wet eyes, waiting for the other party's response in a daze.

Zhao Yan had never been so close to Xiao Su when he was sober, and the huge contrast made Xiao Su feel that he was not as good as a pill, so he tightened Zhao Yan's waist and bit Lu Ding's soft face fiercely.

"It hurts..." Zhaoyan burst into tears in pain, pushing Xiao Su's shoulder, tears fell one after another.

Xiao Su tasted the salty and warm tears, and finally let go.

Two rows of neat teeth marks were left on Zhaoyan's fair face, he hastily shrank into Xiao Su's embrace, buried his face in the other's chest, and hid himself firmly.

Xiao Su picked him up from the table with one hand, and said viciously: "You'd better hide everything you don't want me to know, and don't let me find out."

Zhao Yan still didn't answer, lay on his shoulder and sobbed softly, with red eyes, but still hugged Xiao Su and refused to let go.

"Not only is it useless, but it's also extremely delicate." While Xiao Su was cursing, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Day two.

Zhaoyan slowly raised his eyelids and sat up from the bed.

He rubbed his aching head, his mind was muddled, and he couldn't turn it for a long time, and he had no memory of the time when he was out of control.

It's like drinking a broken tablet.

He looked around, but he didn't see Xiao Su's figure, so he lifted the quilt and got out of bed in surprise.

Zhaoyan recalled what the dead cultivators called Mozun yesterday, and tried to say: "Xiao... Su..."

No one responded.

"Xiao Su?" Zhao Yan's voice was a little louder.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yan was knocked on the head.

"Who told you to call me by my real name?" The spell burned out, and Xiao Su's figure appeared in front of Zhaoyan, still dressed in black, with exquisite and expensive hair crowns, and heroic eyes, unable to hide the oppressive aura of a nobleman field.

"I couldn't find you just now." Zhaoyan covered his forehead from the attack, feeling a little pain.

"Why are you looking for this deity?" Xiao Su asked.

Zhaoyan shook his head: "There is nothing else."

Xiao Su looked at Zhaoyan's upturned hair on the top of his head, raised his hand and pressed it down, playing with his taste: "Lu Ding, you were a monk before?"

"Ah...no..." Zhaoyan obediently stood where he was, lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the hand playing with his hair, "I'm not a monk."

"If you really became a monk, it would be funny." Xiao Su's five fingers penetrated into Zhao Yan's hair, the hair was too soft, so he couldn't help but increase the strength of the stroke.

Zhaoyan didn't understand: "Why is it so funny..."

"You want to know?"

Zhao Yan nodded.

"Put your ears close."

Zhaoyan was stunned for a moment, then took a step back vigilantly: "I don't want to know now."

Xiao Su's eyes darkened: "Come here."

Zhaoyan was warned, so he pursed his lips uncomfortably, and had no choice but to return to Xiao Su's side, slowly tiptoed, tilted his head, and brought his reddened ears to Xiao Su's lips.

Under that small section of milky white neck, blue veins are clearly visible, looking fragile and beautiful.

Xiao Su pressed his lips against each other, sniffing the sweet peach smell on the other person, and said stubbornly: "Because you will become the most profligate monk in the temple, you will need to find the deity to spend the picking period every once in a while."

Zhao Yan suddenly opened the distance between the two of them, his chest heaved violently because of Xiao Su's words.

Xiao Su looked at his pitiful appearance of wanting to be angry but didn't have the guts to be angry, and laughed out loud: "Tsk, you don't need to be too shameless, I don't mind you showing your true nature."

Zhao Yan's lips trembled slightly, and his beautiful almond eyes were covered with the mist familiar to Xiao Su, like amber soaked in water.

Xiao Su tilted his head slightly, revealing the same hateful smile of teasing success.

It's really broken.

When the two walked out of the inn, Zhao Yan hadn't recovered yet, with a red nose, he followed behind Xiao Su without saying a word.

It wasn't until Xiao Su bought two steamed buns and threw them on his face that he wiped away the tears from his eyes and concentrated on eating the buns with his head down.

During the daytime, Zangxue Town is very lively, full of voices, and the pedestrians coming and going on the street are all talking and laughing, looking comfortable.

After walking for a certain distance, Zhaoyan slowly raised his lowered eyelids, and after looking around, he quickly grabbed Xiao Su's clothes: "Wait, wait a minute..."

Xiao Su stopped, and the moment he turned his head, Zhao Yan was so frightened that he took several steps back.

Xiao Su curled his lips into a smile, facing an extremely ordinary and unfamiliar face, and asked, "It's ugly after changing your face?"

"No, not ugly... I thought I pulled the wrong person..." Zhaoyan heaved a sigh of relief after hearing what he said, and brought the bun to his lips to bite again, "Why do you want to change your face..."

"Because I'm the murderer." Xiao Su turned his head and looked forward, and said shamelessly and calmly, "I can't be easily arrested by them."

Zhaoyan couldn't express his expression, so he could only follow his gaze.

It was the place where the lights were decorated yesterday. After the black fire spread, the huge mansion disappeared instantly, and the bones of the thirteen sect leaders disappeared.

Gathering here now are a group of Lingshan disciples wearing moonlight Taoist robes.They squatted on the ground, carefully searching for possible remains of ashes.

"They're here to catch you." Zhaoyan suggested in a worried whisper, "Let's leave quickly, before they find out."

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Su took a step forward, "You have to watch the theater closer."

Seeing Xiao Su getting closer to where the Lingshan disciples were, Zhaoyan eagerly stuffed the remaining buns into his mouth, and quickened his pace to follow.

"Is there any clue?" A young man with a sword walked up to another young man and knelt down, together with him, he used spiritual power to search for any suspicious traces.

"No." The person being questioned shook his head, "I have no clue."

"The person who came here has a very advanced level of cultivation, and we can't find anything." The young man replied, "I sent someone to notify Master, and he will be here in a while."