The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhao Yan was so ashamed that he could hardly look directly at Xiao Su.

He quickly took the underpants from Xiao Su's hand, hid them in his sleeve, and put them away firmly.

This move obviously went against Xiao Su's wishes, and he emphasized his tone: "Do you ignore what I say?"

"I don't want to..." Zhaoyan tilted his head, tears glistened in his eyes under the moonlight, "I don't want to..."

"But I want to see it."

"Underpants are worn inside..." Zhaoyan explained, "There are long pants covering the outside, not what you think."

"You don't care what this deity thinks." Xiao Su's eyes fell on Zhao Yan's blushing little face, urging, "This deity has limited patience, you can't afford it."

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

The black evil spirit in Xiao Su's hand was faintly visible, and it turned into a black skull shape during the few seconds of Zhao Yan's silence.

Zhaoyan was about to wipe away his tears, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of something in the opponent's palm, he exclaimed in shock, his heart almost stopped beating.

There seemed to be burning pain in the bones and flesh again, Zhao Yan's body curled up slightly, and the bodies of the thirteen sects who had been charred and turned into ashes in front of his eyes not long ago came to mind at the same time.

He could no longer fight against Xiao Su.

"I see..." Zhao Yan begged aggrievedly, he grabbed Xiao Su's sleeve, "Don't burn me, it hurts so much, I will die."

"If you don't want to die, you should wear it." Xiao Su played with the skeleton in his palm, and after a while, it approached Zhaoyan's face with a lingering black mist.

"Ah!" Zhaoyan was so frightened that he dodged again and again, wanting to open this thing, but he didn't have the courage to touch it.

Desperate, he cried into Xiao Su's embrace, buried his face deeply in it, his slender body was shaking non-stop: "I was wrong, I'm sorry..."

Xiao Su hugged him into his arms, and laughed out loud: "If you have no guts, you still choose to go against this deity, you are just asking for trouble."

Zhaoyan clutches Xiao Su's clothes tightly, this person is really, really annoying.

Scarier than a drunk father.

"Could you go back, after I take a shower..." Zhao Yan said in a muffled voice, "This is outside, I can't take off my clothes."

Xiao Su readily agreed this time.

He withdrew his evil spirit, hugged the furnace cauldron that was hiding in his arms and refused to raise his head, and smiled deep into his eyes.

Zhaoyan ran for half the night, but in a short while, he returned to the original point.

Fengyue heard that Zhaoyan had returned in the afternoon, but she hadn't seen anyone, and she was waiting at the door of the bedroom.

Seeing Xiao Su approaching with Zhao Yan in his arms, she saluted respectfully: "Your Majesty."

"En." Xiao Su replied, his tone was not as joking as when he was teasing Zhao Yan.The majesty and aura of the Demon Lord are like a dense fog that overwhelms people, making them unable to lift their heads.

"My lord, is yesterday's medicine effective?" Fengyue took out a new medicine bottle from her waist while asking, hesitating whether to hand it over.

"New medicine?" Xiao Su glanced at the medicine bottle in her hand, and continued to walk indoors.

"No." Fengyue followed his pace, "It's the same as the medicine in Lu Ding's body, but I have to confirm whether the medicine that Lu Ding took is effective before I can determine whether the next step is to develop a new drug or consolidate the effect of the drug."

"Put it on the table and go out." Xiao Su didn't answer directly, but Zhao Yan's ears were already red hot.

He really wanted to go out with Fengyue, but he didn't have the courage to speak.

"Yes." Fengyue nodded, and Mozun ordered that she could not stay.

The medicine bottle fell on the table and made a crisp and brief sound, Fengyue left in a hurry, and the door closed soon after.

Zhaoyan was sure that the other party was gone, so he poked his head out from Xiao Su's arms timidly, his eyes were red.

"Taking a bath." After Xiao Su met Shang Zhaoyan's gaze, his dark eyes showed a smile again, "Now."

"……I know."

Zhaoyan got down from Xiao Su's arms, and was urged by the terrifying Mozun all the way into the wooden barrel filled with water.

He took off his clothes and wiped his body, while Xiao Su sat aside and watched.

There was a nasty and playful smile on his lips, and his lazy and focused eyes made it hard to see what he was thinking.

Zhaoyan lowered his head, turned around in the barrel, and turned his back to him.

"Turn around." Xiao Su opened his mouth, and it was hell.

Zhaoyan took a deep breath, turned back, and faced Xiao Su.

"It's not worth admiring at all." Xiao Su said, "You're skinny, what are you hiding?"

"Again... I didn't let you see..." Zhaoyan retorted, but the more he spoke, the lower his voice.

"What did you say?" Xiao Su clearly heard it, and was already threatening.

Zhao Yan immediately shook his head: "Nothing."

Xiao Su stood up from his seat, approached Zhaoyan slowly, looked at the other person's body for a while, raised his hand, and traced the curve of Zhaoyan's shoulder with his fingertips.

The wet and greasy water droplets stick to the place where the skins of the two are in contact, and they are broken by Xiao Su's squeeze. Under the transparent liquid, there is a clear and delicate skin that reveals a light pink complexion.

Zhaoyan's voice was hoarse, and he moved his body underwater: "Itches..."

Xiao Su's eyes darkened, his hands went straight into the warm water, and he lifted Zhaoyan's buttocks to fish him out.

Most of the black sleeves were soaked and stuck to his muscular arms. Xiao Su ignored the uncomfortable feeling and focused all his attention on Zhao Yan.

"Wait a minute, I haven't washed it yet!" Zhaoyan exclaimed, his eyes filled with fear.

"Oh." Xiao Su tilted his head and bit his wet earlobe, "I'll smell it."

As he spoke, he leaned closer to the omega's fair neck and sniffed it carefully. The pheromone that could not be washed off still exuded a particularly pleasant sticky smell.

Xiao Su praised: "It's very fragrant."

"...not fragrant." Zhao Yan answered with downcast eyes.

Xiao Su laughed lowly, and kissed the other party's sharp chin hard.

Zhaoyan was taken aback.

He stared at Xiao Su in a daze, his small Adam's apple twitched, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Didn't Xiao Su arrest him and bring him back to be punished...

Why are you making such an intimate move towards him...

Xiao Su ignored the surprise of the little thing in his arms, carried him to the bed, and carefully laid him down on the bed.

"It wasn't wiped, but there was water." Zhao Yan didn't want to soil his quilt, who knows if Xiao Su would punish him for it.

"Lu Ding, the deity has returned to the bedroom according to your request." Xiao Su was dissatisfied with Zhao Yan's wording that sounded like he was delaying time, "Stop playing tricks."

Zhaoyan's eyelashes trembled slightly: "...it's not a trick..."

While answering, Xiao Su had already thrown his trousers on his head.

Zhao Yan quickly tore it off, so ashamed that a layer of beautiful powder appeared all over his body.

Xiao Su looked at him condescendingly, and raised his chin as a signal.

Zhaoyan doesn't understand why Xiao Su is so obsessed with his underpants.

With a blushing face, he bent his originally straight legs, and his vision became more and more blurred.It turned out that there were tears floating in the bottom of the eyes, and the eyes were clouded.

Zhao Yan felt like a monkey performing on the stage, or some network anchor who was banned for violating the rules in the news report, and wanted to please the audience in this way.

He was about to put his legs into his trousers, but Xiao Su grabbed his ankle violently, stopping his move.

"How did you get the injury on your leg?" Xiao Su stared at the large area of ​​terrible bruises, his pupils constricted, and the black mist in his eyes had a tendency to surge.

Zhaoyan, who was immersed in his own sadness, suddenly came back to his senses, and followed Xiao Su's gaze.

"When the deity was away, someone attacked you?" The voice was full of suppressed anger.

"Ah?" Zhaoyan thought about it for a while, then whispered, "You kicked it..."

Xiao Su was taken aback: "?"

"When will the deity..." In the middle of speaking, Xiao Su vaguely remembered the day when Zhexi broke into his bedroom, and his expression was slightly uncomfortable, "Oh."

Zhaoyan wanted to pull his foot out of his hand, but Xiao Su pinched him so hard that he couldn't move it at all.

"I'm no longer in pain." Zhaoyan begged, "Can you let go of your hand..."

"This deity is obviously useless." Xiao Su knew that Lu Ding's body was weak, but he didn't expect to leave marks so easily.

The bruising area on the snow-white calf was really scary, and through a thin layer of skin, it was as if the blood clotted flesh could be seen underneath.

He couldn't laugh anymore, he hugged Zhaoyan on his lap with one hand, and raised his hand to touch the other's injured leg.

Black evil spirit overflowed from the palm, repairing the untreated flesh and blood.

Zhaoyan saw the bruises dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye, the skin returned to fairness, and the pain was wiped away by the evil spirit. It was extremely comfortable.

"It, it's okay?!" Gentleness is far more likely than deterrence to make Zhaoyan marvel at the opponent's ability. Omega, who is used to being bullied, met the person who healed his wounds for the first time, and suddenly let go of her guard, tilting her head excitedly He looked at Xiao Su carefully.

Xiao Su's mood was not so good, he had no intention of hurting Zhaoyan, so his eyes were gloomy and his complexion darkened.

"Thank you." Zhaoyan smiled and bent his eyes, the remaining mist in his beautiful eyes gradually dissipated, and his reddish lips showed a shallow curvature, looking harmless and gentle.

Xiao Su was stunned: "Idiot, what are you thankful for?"

He took out a brand new set of white clothes beside him and threw it to Zhaoyan, he lost the interest to continue teasing: "Get dressed, and go to Hanshi Hall for dinner."

Zhaoyan hurriedly hugged the new clothes tightly, fearing that Xiao Su would regret it: "Where is the Hall of Cold Food?"

"All the eating places for demon cultivators who have not left the realm of mortal bodies in Hanshan." Xiao Su said, "In the future, your work and rest will be the same as theirs."

Zhaoyan put on clothes for himself: "Okay."

"The deity has accepted three disciples, Zhexi, Zhemo, and Zheyu." Xiao Su stood with his hands behind his back, "The rest of the disciples were taken by them, and have nothing to do with the deity."

Although he didn't understand why Xiao Su told him this, Zhao Yan nodded seriously.

"The deity is usually busy, so you practice with these three people."

"...Wh-what?" Zhaoyan instantly showed embarrassment, "But didn't you say that I am a waste and not suitable for cultivation..."

"I don't have a cultivation base to protect my body. I am afraid that if I lose control one day, I will kill you." Xiao Su was worried about that kick, "Lu Ding, don't you want to live?"

"I want to live." When it came to this point, Zhaoyan finally had the tendency to accept it.

He tied the belt on himself and walked to Xiao Su's side.

"The body of the cauldron is indeed not suitable for cultivation." Xiao Su put his hand on Zhaoyan's neck and touched it lightly, "So I don't expect you to make any achievements. After the Qi gathering period, the rest of the cultivation Help me for this deity."