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"Yun Xiangyi is different from those trash, I can't take you there." Xiao Su hugged Zhaoyan horizontally, speaking in a tone that seemed to be coaxing him.

His posture made Zhaoyan seem to really want to go with him.

"... Then, when will you come back?" Zhao Yan's tears hadn't dried yet, his body was forced to nestle in Xiao Su's broad arms, and the blood on his cheeks hadn't recovered.

"I don't know." After Xiao Su finished speaking, a smile appeared in his dark eyes, "If you don't want to part with it, this deity will come back as soon as possible."

"Don't..." Zhaoyan just finished rebutting, then realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly made up, "You are busy with your business, your business is more important."

Afterwards, he shrank his neck and changed the subject in a low voice: "Restriction, what should I do..."

Xiao Sujing reminded, thinking of this, his brows frowned.

After hesitating for a while, he summoned the spell hidden in Zhao Yan's body, and while lifting the restriction, he warned: "Don't try to escape, I can't guarantee the consequences if I get caught back."

Zhaoyan was taken aback for a moment, nodded stiffly, and did not reply.

The bodies of the two gradually turned into a cloud of black mist and dissipated in place. When they opened their eyes again, Xiao Su had already placed Zhaoyan on the bed in the bedroom.

He sat up from the bed, his robe slipped off his shoulders because of his actions, revealing a large white and scarred chest.

Seeing this, Xiao Su's eyes darkened.

Zhaoyan quickly lifted up his clothes, glanced at Xiao Su cautiously, lowered his eyes and did not make any unnecessary moves.

Xiao Su really thought his appearance was very funny: "It looks like a good-looking boy, but he's still very slutty inside."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Su raised his hand and rubbed Zhaoyan's hair, when Zhaoyan tried hard to persuade himself to relax, his face suddenly hurt severely.

"It hurts..." Zhao Yan's eyes turned red quickly, and he raised his hand to push Xiao Su's chest, "Don't bite my face..."

Xiao Su rubbed the soft meat with his teeth for a while, and after he let go, he licked his lips, as if reminiscing: "Ruding, I don't deny it, I can't wait to taste you. It's a pity that there is a delay."

Zhaoyan raised his hand to rub the bitten place, and there were two rows of tooth marks on his pale face that could not be wiped off.

His lips pursed in grievance, and he almost cried again.

The smile in Xiao Su's eyes was very strong, but he finally restrained his impulse, turned around and left.

Zhaoyan watched him go.

Not long after the door of the bedroom closed, Zhaoyan got out of bed immediately after heaving a sigh of relief, and took out a set of clothes that Fengyue had prepared for him from the box in the hall.

Put it on, and the belt was tightly fastened, as if Xiao Su couldn't tear it apart.

Afterwards, he took out a piece of cloth from the box, folded all the clothes he wore when he came, put them on it, wrapped the cloth together, held it in his hand, and ran towards the door.

He is leaving here.

Before Xiao Su rushed back.

Fengyue said that after going down the mountain, he could walk straight along the direction of the woods to get to Lingxi. It might take a long time, but when he went to Lingxi, he had the hope of returning home.

After carefully opening the door of the bedroom, Zhao Yan poked his head out, and found that Xiao Su didn't arrange for anyone to monitor his footprints, he felt faintly happy.

Without any hesitation, he opened the door and used his memory to find the way down the mountain.

After trotting for a long time, when he was about to pass through the backyard, his unimpeded pace was suddenly stopped by three patrolling guards in black.

"Who?" The guard didn't notice the spiritual power in Zhaoyan's body, and quickly trapped Zhaoyan in the middle.

But Zhaoyan's snow-white clothes were really eye-catching, and they realized after a few seconds: "Are you the furnace of Your Majesty?"

Zhaoyan clenched the cloth bag in his hand, glanced at the three people in front of him in panic, and said in a trembling voice, "...it's..."

The guards looked at each other, thought for a while, and said, "If you need anything, we can help you."

"I, I don't need anything..." Zhao Yan quickly shook his head, not understanding why the guard asked him that.

"Your Majesty told us to ensure your safety, and avoid walking around unless necessary." After the guard finished speaking, he took a few steps back and withdrew from the siege.

Zhaoyan was ready to be chased back to the house, but seeing the guard's posture, it seemed... to make way for him?

"I see..." Zhaoyan pursed his lips, stood there for a few seconds, and found that none of the guards moved.

He clenched his fists and mustered up the courage to pass through the passage made by the guards.

There was a chill down his back, and when he passed by the guard, Zhao Yan was afraid that he would suddenly reach out with a hand and grab him.

But after he took several steps forward, no one moved him.

Zhaoyan opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and looked back at the guards who were still standing there, and found that they really didn't seem to intend to stop him, so he ran away without hesitation.

After about three sticks of incense time passed, Zhaoyan finally arrived at the lower pass of Hanshan Mountain.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, looked at the road under his feet, and panted.

It was almost dark, and if it was later, the vision would be blurred, and going down the mountain would be extremely difficult and dangerous.

So even though Zhaoyan's chest was still heaving badly at this moment, he didn't dare to delay and walked towards the lush forest.

soon soon...

As long as you leave Hanshan, you will leave Xiao Su.

Previously, Xiao Su used restrictions to restrict his travel range, so he missed this opportunity, and he didn't know how long he would have to wait.

He ran for a while and walked for a while, moving towards hope.

After entering the woods, it was completely dark.

Zhaoyan was so tired that he leaned against the tree, his little face blushing.Breathing became heavier and heavier, sweat dripped down his face.

He tugged down on his collar, trying to let the wind blow in.

"I have to keep going, otherwise Xiao Su will come back, and I will die in his hands." Once this thought came up, Zhao Yan's thought of taking a break immediately dissipated.

He moved his legs, which were sore from excessive exercise, and ran panting.

The moonlight poured down the branches, sprinkling silver light all over the ground.There are countless stars above the head, twinkling like blinking.

The air is also good, very clean, there is no haze, only the fog in the forest at night, which smells wet, mixed with the original pure smell of nature.

The scenery is beautiful, and the sound that suddenly comes from the ear is also very pleasant.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" The tone was faint, with indistinct jokes and playfulness.

Zhao Yan was too sensitive to the tone, his body froze suddenly, and the moment he raised his eyes, he met the eyes of Xiao Su who was sitting on the tree trunk, dressed in black and almost blended into the night.

it's over...

Zhaoyan's heart felt cold, his lips trembled, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist of fear.

But in an instant, Xiao Su had already come to Zhaoyan from the tree.

"Sweating so much." Seeing the other party's face flushed, Xiao Su raised his hand to help him wipe off the sweat on his forehead.

Seeing him making a move, Zhaoyan thought he was going to hit her, so she burst into tears: "Don't hit me, I won't dare next time, I'm sorry..."

Xiao Su froze.

After looking at Zhaoyan's whole body, his gaze landed on the other party's cloth bag, and his eyes immediately sank.

"Heh." Xiao Su sneered, and grabbed the cloth bag on Zhao Yan's shoulder, "Luggage? Escape?"

Zhao Yan's body trembled, and he took a step back shivering, his thick eyelashes were sticking together wetly, and he didn't dare to raise his eyelids a little.

"I thought you knew I was going to come back along this road, so I met you on purpose." Xiao Su ripped off Zhaoyan's cloth bag, and said sarcastically, "I don't need a lot of brains when I run, there are so many roads. Choose the one going to Lingshan?"

When Zhaoyan was scolded, he didn't dare to refute a word, and he couldn't make a sound even sobbing.

"That's right, if the deity hadn't adjusted his breath for a while before he came back, maybe we could meet at Lingshan, don't you think so." Xiao Su threw his clothes on the ground one by one, and the more he cursed, the worse his tone became.

Zhaoyan's voice was unsteady, and he continued to cry intermittently: "This is...clean clothes...will get dirty..."

Xiao Su ignored his words, pulled Zhaoyan into his arms, and touched his waist and sleeves with his hands.

"Abscess, no spiritual power, no money, just bring such a set of clothes, how long do you think you can last?"

"I can't take your things randomly...I'm not a thief..." Zhao Yan sniffed the pleasant sandalwood scent lingering on the other party again, which seemed to be stronger than last time.

He sniffed, as if a sad omega smelled the pheromone from the alpha that comforted him, and his mood stabilized a lot.

Xiao Su was almost laughed stupidly by the other party.

He grabbed Zhaoyan by the collar and said harshly, "Go back, let's settle the score."

Zhaoyan's eyes widened in horror, and the emotions that had finally recovered were surging again: "What..."

"The deity warned you to stay in the cold palace and not run around." Xiao Su said, "but you didn't listen."

"I'm sorry..." Zhaoyan predicted his own consequences, and apologized in tears, "I'm sorry, don't be angry with me..."

Xiao Su ignored it.

Zhaoyan begged for a long time, but got no response, and his voice became quieter.

"I see." Zhaoyan raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "I will go back with you."

Xiao Su raised his eyebrows, and withdrew the hand that imprisoned the opponent.

Zhaoyan knelt down and picked up the clothes and cloth that Xiao Su had thrown away one by one, hugged them in his arms, and said desperately: "Let's go back."

Xiao Su noticed his actions, saw something, and suddenly snatched the clothes from the other party's hand.

For the second time, he threw away the strangely shaped shirt and trousers that Zhaoyan wore when he first met him, and finally lifted a pair of white boxer bottoms, raising his eyebrows: "What are you wearing?"

Zhaoyan raised his eyes and looked over, his face turned red all of a sudden.

"This is...underpants..." Zhaoyan stretched out his hand to grab it, but Xiao Su immediately raised his hand, Zhaoyan couldn't reach it even with tiptoes.

"How do you plan to wear it?" Xiao Su pulled the little guy who was snatching things away from his arms, looked at the things in his hand carefully, and said with a smile, "What a prodigal idiot."

"No!" Zhaoyan felt so uncomfortable, the tips of his ears were so red that he was about to bleed, and he was so ashamed that he was about to cry, "We all wear this over there."

"Oh." Xiao Su replied with a smile, he held up the underpants with one finger, and handed them to Zhao Yan, "Then you put them on now for my deity to see."

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