The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"I don't know..." Zhaoyan's lips curled up in a grievance, as if he was about to cry or not.

Xiao Su's eyes entwined with his, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

His hands wandered profligately over Zhaoyan's bare back, outlining the curves of the omega's not-so-beautiful but fair and slender body.

"It will take some time to explore the body of the cauldron." Xiao Su looked into those big pure eyes, "You continue to take Fengyue's medicine."

"But..." Zhaoyan was not happy, and his eye feathers trembled, "There is nothing to explore... There is no spiritual power, and the stomach is empty..."

Xiao Su shielded his resistance, leaned over and kissed the other person's forehead: "The deity of food will send someone to bring it to you later, rest on the bed in the morning, and then go to the back mountain to practice in the afternoon."

Hearing the word "cultivation", Zhao Yan's body froze immediately.

"Can I not go..." He raised his head and looked at Xiao Su beggingly, and hurriedly spoke faster, "I don't want to practice."

The color of Xiao Su's eyes became darker under Zhao Yan's pleading, and the monstrous anger hidden behind him was like raging waves, but it was completely covered in the black pupils like night.

Zhaoyan didn't find out.

The only thing his beautiful eyes saw was the corner of Xiao Su's raised lips.

"No." Xiao Su said.

Zhao Yan lowered his eyes in pain, and buried his head in Xiao Su's strong arms, like a child who has been bullied outside, wanting to hide in his embrace that can protect him.

However, Xiao Su was the instigator.

He inserted his hand into Zhaoyan's soft hair, rubbed it lightly, and said meaningfully: "This deity is for your own good."

Zhaoyan's heart was so congested that he could hardly breathe.

After Xiao Su got up, he went to practice, Zhaoyan was the only one left in the huge bedroom.

He looked at Xiao Su's receding figure, and desperately stretched out his hand to touch his flat and warm belly.

Although Xiao Su didn't intend to kill him, Zhao Yan felt lucky, but it couldn't offset his panic.

During the non-febrile period, the genital cavity was forcibly opened and the pain caused him to lose half of his life. What should he do if he accidentally becomes pregnant...

Is he going to stay here, or is he looking for a chance to escape?

If he really ran away, would Xiao Su kill Fengyue?

If he ran away and was caught back, how would Xiao Su punish himself?

But staying here, he will be bullied by Han Shan's disciples, he is very afraid...

Zhaoyan had so many questions in his mind, his thoughts were confused for a while, he couldn't figure out anything, he was so anxious that he wanted to cry.

There is no way to cry, before he is not sure whether his running away will cause Fengyue, he has no choice but to practice obediently.

After lying on the bed restlessly all morning, Zhaoyan finally got up.

He has a mortal body, and the demon king's picking has exhausted his physical strength. After resting for so long, his limbs are still weak, and his waist cannot be straightened.

But the time was almost up, he couldn't delay any longer, walked out of the dormitory tremblingly, and walked towards the back mountain.

The closer he got to the destination, the clearer the dark figures of Hanshan disciples not far away, the more nervous he felt.

The pink palms were covered with cold sweat, sticky between the fingers.

When the disciples saw Zhaoyan who had arrived belatedly, their eyes were mingled with contempt and surprise.

"How dare he come here?"

"Look at the way he collapses when the wind blows, bitch chirping."

Due to the face of Zhe Mo and Zhe Yu, their discussions were not loud.But Zhaoyan still heard it, and his face became even paler.

"It's a bit late today." Zhemo looked at Zhaoyan, his voice was indifferent, "Do you feel unwell?"

Zhaoyan was called by name, quickly recovered from his own thoughts, and shook his head silently.

"I don't feel any discomfort, I'm not an example." Zhe Mo said.

Zhaoyan nodded: "I'm sorry, I remember."

"Continue to gather Qi." Seeing that Zhemo wanted to talk to Zhaoyan, Zheyu interrupted impatiently.

"Okay." Zhaoyan got the order, and hurriedly backed up a few steps, distanced himself from the big team, and walked to yesterday's tree to gather Qi.

"It's the same as the others. Check the results after an hour. If you haven't made any progress so far, clean up the back mountain after the practice." As soon as Zhe Yu gave the order, the disciples changed their faces.

"Master, the back mountain is huge, and there are poisonous snakes and poisonous ants. It's not good for us to clean it." Some disciples protested.

"Yeah, and it's too difficult to control the talisman."

"Master, what about him?" The disciple who played tricks on Zhaoyan yesterday pointed at Zhaoyan and said maliciously, "Should he be punished if he doesn't make progress?"

"He also..." Zhe Yu was halfway through speaking, and Zhe Mo suddenly spoke.

"He doesn't need it." Zhemo explained to everyone, "His physique is different from yours."

"They are all practitioners, what's the difference in physique?" The disciple protested, "Master, this is not fair, why does he have the privilege?"

"Why?" Zhe Yu's beautiful face sank, he was talking to his disciples, but he turned his head to look at Zhe Mo's side face, "Then add another one, and punish him with kneeling in the ice."

No one dared to make a voice of resistance.

Zhe Mo's eyes swept across the disciples, his quiet face remained calm: "Start practicing now."

The disciples sighed, but they still spread their palms together and summoned the spell.

Some of them couldn't stop looking at Zhaoyan, taking into account Zhaoyan's uncoordinated gestures, so the disdain on their faces was very obvious.

"Look at how stupid he is. After the master leaves, I'll go meet him." The disciple lowered his voice and said to the people beside him.

"I'll go too." Others responded, "I can't stand still, I'm afraid I was played hard yesterday?"

"Whether you're playing hard or not, you'll know if you take off his pants and see."

Zhemo turned around to walk towards Zhaoyan, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by Zheyu.

"Are you still angry because of what happened yesterday?" Zhe Yu said, "I went to your bedroom to look for you last night, but the guard said you were not there. I went to the back mountain to look for you, but you were not there. Are you hiding from me?"

"In front of the disciples, pay attention to your manners." After finishing speaking, Zhe Mo took his hand from Zhe Yu's, and did not stop at the other party's topic.

"Brother." Zhe Yu felt the other party's alienation, and frowned, "I didn't mean it. If you are unhappy, I apologize to you."

There was a crack in Zhe Mo's quiet eyes, he lowered his eyes slowly, and while walking away from the crowd, he said, "I've thought about what happened yesterday for a long time, and there are some words that the speaker has no intention of saying."

"En." Zhe Yu seemed to see hope, his beautiful eyes lit up, and he followed closely behind Zhe Mo, "Brother, don't worry about it."

"However, a few days ago, I listened to the disciples chatting and heard a sentence." Zhe Mo stepped on the dirt, and the wind brushed his cheek, causing the hair behind him to float slightly.

"What did you hear?" Zhe Yu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the tone of the other party's conversation with him had finally returned to normal.

He looked back and found that there was no one there. He immediately embraced Zhemo's waist from behind, and put his chin on Zhemo's shoulder skillfully.

Zhemo's body froze.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to cover Zorui's hand that fell on his belly.

Zhe Yu rolled his eyes with a smile, and hugged him even tighter.

"I heard them say," Zhemo paused, the rest of the words were choked in his throat, trembling when he uttered, "They said, I look a bit like Zhexi."

Similar peach blossom eyes, similar facial contours, similar quiet and indifferent temperament.

It's just that Zhexi is cooler than him, and his aura is sharper than him, as long as he stands in the crowd, he is the focus.

Hearing this, Zhe Yu's eyes gradually widened, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

"Like it?" Zhemo smiled softly on his lips.He tilted his head to ask Zhe Yu, Zhe Yu couldn't see through the emotion in his eyes.

Zhe Yu twitched the corner of his mouth uncomfortably, and his voice broke: "What does it look like, it doesn't look like it."

"But I took a selfie in the mirror last night. After looking at it for several hours, I found that it was somewhat similar." Zhe Mo's voice was quieter than the wind brushing the leaves around him.

Hearing that, Zhe Yu's five fingers stiffened, his smile could no longer be maintained.

"So? What is there to care about." Zhe Yu said, "There are countless people who look similar in the world, and there are only a few good-looking faces..."

"It's really nothing to care about." Zhemo's hand holding Zheyu was a little trembling, his eyes fell on the dense bamboo forest in front of him, but he seemed to be out of focus, "I don't care, but you do."

"I also thought about why both Zhexi and I were seriously injured when we killed hundreds of demon cultivators who disturbed the order of Hanshan five years ago. Your Majesty and you arrived in time, you resisted the sharp teeth of the demon cultivators, Take the lead in protecting me."

Obviously you have always liked Zhexi, but I haven't had much contact with you..."

Zhemo's eyes were a little wet, but they returned to normal in the blink of an eye: "You, you took me as Zhexi and protected the wrong person, right?"

"Because Zhexi's folding fan was shot down by a demon cultivator that day, and it accidentally fell beside me..." Zhemo took a deep breath of the mountain air, and then slowly let it out, "You think I am him?" ...You have always regarded me as him, that's why you called his name when you hugged me to sleep countless times..."

"Enough!" Zhe Yu suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Zhe Mo's words, "There is nothing to mention about the past."

Zhemo was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

He clenched Zhe Yu's folded hands in front of him that were about to loosen, and in the next second, he opened them little by little, and broke free from the opponent's embrace.

Zhe Yu stood on the spot, the shadows of the leaves falling on his face were mottled, making the originally gloomy face even more gloomy: "Brother, we have been together for a long time. Why did this happen because of a trivial matter?"

However, Zhemo's lips parted slightly, and he uttered three words softly: "Let's end."

Zheyu looked at Zhemo in disbelief: "Didn't I already say that I have already let go of Zhexi, and during the time I'm with you, I have no extra communication with him except for cultivation. What else do you want from me?" So, yesterday you just helped Zhexi and not outsiders, why are you making trouble with me like this?"

Zhe Mo frowned slightly, his helpless sigh mixed with hidden pain.

"Five years is not a long time for a demon cultivator." Zhemo said firmly, "It's not difficult for you to pretend that nothing happened. If you like Zhexi, I won't force it."

Five years is indeed not a long time, but Zhemo has lived in this world for a thousand years, following his master for revenge, living a cold life with nothing but black spells.

Oriyu's approach adds warmth to his otherwise boring days, and he is blindly immersed in the goodness that the other party did not give him.

Zhe Yu has an arrogant temper, he coaxes him.

Zhe Yu quarreled with him several times because of Zhe Xi, but he endured it.

On his birthday, Zhe Yu accompanied Zhe Xi to the foot of the mountain to watch the lanterns, so he could wait quietly in the room alone.

He can even do it, it's not about him that he called out the name when Zhe Yu suppressed him countless times.

And now he was finally willing to listen.

Hear Zheyu clearly, what is in his heart...

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