The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Xiao Su and I are not what you think." Zhao Yan denied aloud, his eyelashes were wet, but he tried hard to hold back, not letting the tears slide down his face shamefully.

"Presumptuous!" A disciple slapped the table vigorously, stood up and pointed at Zhaoyan, and said viciously, "Is it something you can call your lord? Our three masters in Hanshan must respect Mozun as your lord, what do you think?" What? A person who only knows how to step on Master Zhexi behind his back, because of how good-looking he is, he really takes himself seriously?"

The vigilance against violence has been deeply rooted in Zhao Yan's bones through his father's years of sticking. He was startled by the loud sound and took a few steps back, his body immediately became rigid.

"It's almost done." Seeing Zhaoyan's frightened look, a disciple smiled and pulled the scolding disciple back to his seat, "We can't call you by your name directly, but the person next to your lord is not without privileges." Your Majesty didn't even speak, why are you angry?"

The disciple who was pulled back glared at Zhaoyan: "He dared to speak ill of Master Zhexi in front of his lord, so he should have expected what will happen today."

Zhaoyan clenched the clothes beside him tightly, facing their constant threats, his eyes became more and more red.

Seeing this, the disciple grinned and sneered: "Look at his appearance, he looks like a bitch. Why are you crying in front of us? You cry in front of the superior, please pity the superior! Bah, disgusting!"

Zhaoyan couldn't stay any longer, all the disciples focused their eyes on him, contemptuous, mocking, and ridiculing, every gaze was mixed with deep malice, almost piercing his thin body, making his All flesh and blood rotted and festered.

As if he really was what they said he was a slanderer.

It seems that he has no dignity, and really only relies on his good looks and a body like a furnace to get Xiao Su's mercy.

So at a loss, feel ashamed.

Zhaoyan turned around and walked over the steps of the Hall of Cold Food, and fled in despair.

He staggered and looked embarrassed.

The laughter behind him was particularly piercing, and it was mixed with the words of someone who didn't know: "It's best to get out of the way, so as not to ruin the cleanliness."

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes, not daring to raise his head slightly.The scarlet eye sockets are full of humble liquid, full of cowardice after being bullied but not daring to refute.

He kept running away, running away, wanting to escape the gossip, the words that were like needles.

After running for an unknown distance, Zhaoyan stopped beside a tree. There was no one around, so he couldn't tell where it was.

"It's useless..." Zhaoyan stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears that were overflowing from his eyes, "...it's useless..."

"Don't cry..."

"I can do nothing but cry..."

Intermittent condemnation filled with desperately suppressed crying, Zhao Yan rubbed his eyes hard until his eyelids started to turn red, and then slowly held back the tears.

He took a few deep breaths, squatted down silently, leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes, his chest heaving extremely violently.

At noon the sun was high and bright.

Zhaoyan stayed in place for a long time, got up slowly, followed Xiao Su's instructions, returned along the original road, and went to the medicine room to find Fengyue.

Fengyue is sitting in the medicine room at the moment, flipping through the pharmacopoeia boredly.

"Sister Fengyue." Zhaoyan whispered, greeting her.

Seeing Zhaoyan coming, Fengyue quickly stood up from the stone chair: "How is it? Does the medicine work?"

Zhaoyan was slightly startled, then slowly lowered his eyes and shook his head.

"Ah?" Fengyue sighed in disappointment, "Is it still impossible to open your tripod cavity?"

"I didn't sleep with Xiao... Your Majesty." Zhao Yan didn't have the courage to mention the other party's name again, "I'm sorry..."

Fengyue choked.

She pondered for a while, pulled Zhaoyan to sit on the stool, and asked, "Tell me quickly, why didn't His Majesty pick you up? What's wrong? He's not interested in you?"

For a conservative omega, this is an overly open question.

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes to look at his slightly clenched hand, his eyelashes trembled uncomfortably, but he didn't hide it: "I was in the cave with my lord, and it was almost... Later, he had something to do, so he left first..."

"What about last night?" Fengyue asked, "Last night His Majesty carried you into the house, and didn't even want me to stay in his room."

"No." Zhao Yan shook his head, "Last night, I went to bed first."

When Fengyue got such an answer, she frowned distressedly: "What can I do? The seven days are almost up. If you still don't work, Your Majesty will definitely punish me."

Zhao Yan heard the word "punishment" and opened his eyes wide in horror: "But, I don't want to practice with him. The medicine doesn't work, it's my fault..."

"You don't want to practice with him, is it useful?" Fengyue lay on the table, her eyes drooping in frustration, "Isn't it easy for your lord to force a helpless furnace? He doesn't want to touch you, and I'm the one who is unlucky." .”

Zhaoyan blushed anxiously, he didn't want Fengyue to have an accident because of him: "Then, what should we do then? Let's take other medicine, can we?"

After saying this, Zhao Yan himself denied himself first.

What is the use of taking medicine, he is not a furnace, no matter how developed it is, it will not be able to function as a furnace.

"But I have great hopes for the medicine in your body now." Fengyue glanced at Zhaoyan's flat belly, "It is recorded in the Pharmacopoeia that the furnace body developed by the picker's spiritual power can greatly improve The practice of the picker.

You can't absorb this medicine now, but once you absorb it, the truth is the same as what is said in the Pharmacopoeia.If you are developed by the venerable during the dual cultivation, the venerable's cultivation base will definitely improve greatly with your help. "

How should Zhaoyan respond...

"I can delay it for a while." Zhao Yan said, "If I don't double cultivate with him, and he doesn't touch me, the medicine won't work. He should blame me, and it has nothing to do with you."

Fengyue shook her head, her expression became serious: "Your Majesty always keeps his word, and it won't work after seven days. Regardless of the reason, he said he wanted my life and he wanted it right away."

Zhaoyan hurriedly looked at Fengyue: "But he can't do this... If I am not a furnace and can't work, will he kill you too?"

Fengyue sat up straight, met Shang Zhaoyan's concerned gaze, and nodded: "It's useless to kill me, we may sleep in the coffin together as companions,"

Zhaoyan became anxious immediately, and his beautiful almond eyes seemed to be a little moister than before: "Can you develop a medicine that allows ordinary people to play the role of a furnace, I will take it and try it."

"What are you kidding?" Fengyue pretended to be relaxed and smiled, "If there is a medicine that can make ordinary people play the role of a furnace, there will be chaos in the world of cultivating immortals. Whoever concentrates on cultivation, just grab someone and feed him a medicine, You can increase your cultivation, how many innocent people will suffer because of it?"

When Zhaoyan heard this, he closed his mouth.

"The number of furnace tripods is scarce, and it is even more difficult to find high-quality furnace tripods." Fengyue looked at Zhaoyan's handsome face, "I hope you can play a role, and help you."

"……Ok, I know……"

Not long after the two talked together, Fengyue went on to read the pharmacopoeia.

Zhaoyan got up and left the medicine room, and walked towards Xiao Su's bedroom.

He is hopeless.

Fengyue will die if he escapes here, but if he cannot escape, he will die with Fengyue...

Why this world is so scary, makes him more helpless than the pressure brought by the real world.

Not moving is at the cost of life, and even living has become a luxury.

But in front of the word survival, dignity and pregnancy are all worthless...

What is there to hesitate.

After entering the bedroom, Zhaoyan took off his clothes and entered the wooden barrel, wiped his body with a cotton cloth, and wiped himself clean little by little.

When Xiao Su finished his practice and returned to his dormitory, Zhao Yan was ready and stood by the table waiting for him.

"Have you improved?" Xiao Su smiled when he saw him, "Zhe Mo said that you practiced very seriously."

"No..." Zhaoyan replied in a low voice, with the thick eyelashes drooping down like the closed wings of a butterfly, a small shadow with indistinct outlines fell under his eyes.

Xiao Su's gaze fell on his delicate face, and then he raised his hand to touch the slender eyelashes, causing Zhao Yan to blush uncomfortably.

"I know you're stupid." Saying this, Xiao Su didn't mean to be sarcastic, "I don't have much hope for you."

"I'm sure, I can't practice well."

Xiao Su didn't comment on this, sat down, and pulled Zhaoyan onto his lap.

Zhaoyan pressed the table next to him and struggled to get up, but he didn't know what to think of, and the next second he retracted the hand that fell on the table.

He obediently put his weight on Xiao Su's body little by little, and hung his head down without moving.

Xiao Su was surprised, the little thing didn't compete with him, the smile on his lips was quite strong: "Practiced two hundred times?"

"En." Zhaoyan nodded.

Xiao Su raised his hand and touched his abdomen, but he didn't feel any aura concentrated here: "It really was a waste of practice."

Zhaoyan pursed his lips in embarrassment, unable to refute.

"The stomach is so flat, it keeps screaming in the hands of this deity." Xiao Su frowned slightly, moving his hands around the other's abdomen, "Didn't you eat dinner?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yan froze and nodded very slowly.

He plucked up his courage and discussed with Xiao Su: "Tomorrow, can I not go to the Hall of Cold Food..."

"reason."

"I don't want to go." Zhaoyan sniffed, his eyes averted, and his voice was low.

"You told this deity yesterday that you liked the food there." Xiao Su stretched out his hand to pinch Zhaoyan's chin, making him look at him.

A layer of transparent mist immediately appeared in Zhaoyan's eyes, his lips trembled, and he opened his mouth: "Today, I don't like it anymore."

"That's it." Xiao Su's eyes darkened, "Since the cook doesn't satisfy you, I'll just replace him."

Zhaoyan shook his head, already a little choked up: "It's not..."

Xiao Su looked at him quietly and didn't speak anymore.

The sense of oppression intensified in the silence, and the demon king's dark eyes seemed to be sparked, so hot that Zhao Yan dared not look at him again.

"I don't want to... I don't want to practice..."

Zhaoyan refused again, her gentle voice revealed some grievances that she tried hard to suppress but couldn't hide.

"Lu Ding, you are not happy." Xiao Su tightened his arms and hugged him with a low voice.

"I can't be happy..." Zhaoyan couldn't control his tears anymore, "I can't practice... I don't have the function of a furnace, I can't do anything..."