The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Hearing this, Zhao Yan looked up at Xiao Su in surprise, "But...you don't need food..."

"Since it is a medicine that is harmless to the body, how about trying it a little?" Xiao Su's eyelids were raised loosely, and there was a flash of teasing in Zhaoyan's eyes.

Zhaoyan immediately tightened his fingers, holding the bowl firmly in his palm, showing a reluctant expression.

However, in the next second, under Xiao Su's gaze, he slowly passed the things in his hand to the other party, his voice full of pleading: "Can you please leave me some..."

Xiao Su turned his head away, avoiding the bowl, and scolded in distaste: "You look stingy for fear that this deity will steal your things, do you really think that this deity lacks your bowl of medicine?"

"No, it's not..." Zhaoyan quickly shook his head and explained eagerly, "I went down the mountain with Fengyue and bought it at the pharmacy. I can't always bother her to help me buy and cook medicine, so... only this bowl .”

Xiao Su's eyes darkened: "Next time if you dare to carry this deity down the mountain again, this deity will be punished together with you and Fengyue."

Zhaoyan was intimidated by his suddenly accentuated tone, shrank his neck, lowered his eyes and responded: "...I remember."

He maintained the posture of handing the medicine to Xiao Su for a long time, seeing that Xiao Su still refused to take it, he couldn't help asking: "Do you want to drink..."

"No." Xiao Su refused.

Zhaoyan raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Su, originally he didn't want to give Xiao Su a drink, but the other party didn't drink it because he thought he was stingy, which made Zhao Yan feel a little uncomfortable.

It was like being pressed by a stone, and it was blocked in a panic.

Zhaoyan took a breath with a complicated mood, brought the slightly lower temperature medicine to his lips, and took several sips in succession.

The medicinal juice flowed down the throat, and the scorching temperature diffused from the esophagus, slightly warming the blood in the whole body, and the whole body seemed to have a tendency to heat up.

He was like dried shrimp that was slowly turning red after being placed on a steamer, and there were tiny sweat stains on the tip of his nose.

Xiao Su's attention fell on his tender and slender neck, the small Adam's apple slid up and down because of his swallowing, the speed was not fast, but beautifully tight.

Zhaoyan put the bowl on the table, and wiped the concoction from the corners of his lips with his hand.

Xiao Su glanced at the bottomed bowl: "Have you finished drinking?"

"En." Zhaoyan nodded, "Not anymore."

"What medicine?" Xiao Su asked while raising his hand to caress the other party's snow-white neck.

This piece of skin was slightly pink due to the rise in Zhao Yan's body temperature, the tentacles were a little wet, and the dense sweat stains made the entire neck greasy.

Zhaoyan is not only embarrassed by his words, but also stiffened by his actions.

He didn't dare to move, sitting on Xiao Su's lap like a log.

"...Yes, birth control pills..." Zhaoyan said slowly, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Xu was afraid that Xiao Su would scold him like last time, so he continued to explain: "I know you don't believe me, but I'm still worried..."

Because the other party's words were not deceitful, Xiao Su raised his lips in satisfaction, and withdrew the hand that was playing with the other party's neck: "Your cauldron cavity has been empty so far, and it has not seen any function of the furnace. Do you think there is anything in it?"

Zhaoyan's ten fingers were twisted together, he was so cautious that he even breathed lightly, but he answered seriously: "...baby."

Xiao Su: "..."

Zhao Yan's head drooped deeply, and he didn't have the courage to look at Xiao Su again.

Xiao Su stared at him for a few seconds, and made a mocking smile as if compromising: "In that case, why don't you give birth to one for me?"

"No, I can't!" Zhaoyan widened his eyes in horror after hearing the words, and hurriedly but firmly refused, "I can't give birth..."

Xiao Su sneered and said nothing, his dark eyes looked like an endless abyss, as if looking at it for a second longer, the person being watched would fall into it and never climb up again.

Zhaoyan was about to suffocate, and the corners of his eyes were a little red, because he was not understood.

"There is no way to explain..." Zhao Yan's voice was so low that he could hardly hear him, he gripped Xiao Su's clothes tightly, and said in a begging tone during the discussion, "I won't spend too much money on medicine, if you really Mind, I can exchange with you... I will clean two rooms in the future..."

Xiao Su completely lost interest in this topic.

He didn't answer, his eyes gradually fell on the flat belly of the other party, and he looked at him with unclear eyes.

Zhaoyan involuntarily turned his body to avoid the other party's eyes that seemed to be looking right through his stomach.

Fearing that Xiao Su would drag him back, he took the initiative to think of a discussion topic to divert his attention: "During cultivation, it seems to have some effect..."

"Oh?" Xiao Su raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Zhao Yan did not forget to confirm when he nodded, "Gathering Qi, does it mean that the Qi stays in the stomach, and then the body seems to be filled with Qi, so light that it is about to float?"

Xiao Su didn't answer directly: "Who do you think is the double cultivation with you?"

"Huh?" Zhaoyan didn't understand, and her confusion turned into a layer of veil, which was carefully covered over those beautiful eyes.

"Double cultivation should be a matter of mutual improvement." Xiao Su raised his hand and ruffled his hair, "I didn't get any reward for picking you up, but you took advantage of it."

Zhaoyan pursed his lips, remained silent for a while, and then replied two words unexpectedly: "...Thank you."

Although cultivation is of no use to him.

"This deity is not rare." Xiao Su pulled Zhao Yan, as if to ask the other party to get up from him.

However, when Zhaoyan straightened his body and was about to leave his legs, Xiao Su grabbed his arm again.

Xiao Su lowered his head slightly, and sniffed at his shoulder.

Zhaoyan's breathing was almost stagnant, afraid that there was some strange smell on his body that attracted Xiao Su's attention, and his toes curled up cautiously in tension.

When he raised his eyelids again, the anger in Xiao Su's eyes couldn't help burning: "Beauty powder?"

Zhaoyan didn't realize it for a while, and turned his head to look at his shoulder for some unknown reason: "Huh?"

"A woman touched you?" Xiao Su questioned, "Who? Fengyue?"

Because of this, Zhaoyan got an impression: "Fengyue patted me on the shoulder."

Xiao Su immediately hugged the opponent's arm tightly, as if he wanted to break Zhaoyan's waist: "Why?"

"When I was talking..." Zhao Yan's eyes were red with pain, he pushed Xiao Su's arm slightly, his voice trembling, "She comforted me, she only touched me..."

Xiao Su's complexion didn't improve, but he slowly loosened the force that restrained him.

"You are the cauldron." Xiao Su reminded in a bad tone, "In the world of cultivating immortals, anyone who approaches you for no reason, including this deity, has a purpose. If you don't want to be eaten away, you'd better pay attention to your words and deeds."

Zhaoyan rubbed his sore waist with red eyes, and nodded obediently under the intimidation of the Demon Lord.

But Xiao Su didn't let him go completely, but picked him up horizontally and walked to the bed.

Zhaoyan panicked for a moment, and nervously grabbed the clothes on Xiao Su's chest: "What are we going to do?"

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Su raised his eyebrows.

"I don't want to do anything..." Zhao Yan's eyelashes trembled violently, and he buried his face deeply into the other's chest, trying to find the courage to resist.But the hot sandalwood on Xiao Su's body instantly swallowed up his words of resistance.

Xiao Su sneered, noncommittal.

He put Zhaoyan on the bed, and took the lead in tearing off the clothes on the other's shoulders, leaving deep tooth marks on that fair skin.

Like a domineering wolfhound marking its territory.

Get rid of other people's powdery smell.

Zhaoyan didn't know where his anger came from, when his lips were held by Xiao Su, and when his breath was plundered by Xiao Su, several teardrops glistened in his eyes.

nothing.

he thinks.

As long as you drink the medicine, it won't matter...

Zhaoyan's tear-shattered face was extremely fragile, his fingers wrapped around Xiao Su's clothes, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Afraid of Xiao Su, but still hiding in Xiao Su's arms.

After Xiao Su kissed away his tears, he savored the pleasant smelling pheromone on his body.It's like peeling off the thin layer of peach skin, and biting into it, the juice is overflowing, and the breath is full of sweetness.

"Now, or at night?" Xiao Su kissed him, for the first time, in a tone of discussing with Zhao Yan.

"Never..." Zhao Yan just uttered a few words, and after hearing Xiao Su's heavy breathing, he immediately changed the option in fear, "At night..."

Satisfied, Xiao Su rubbed his teeth against his crimson ear tips, and said with a smile in his voice, "I hope your medicine is effective, Lu Ding."

Zhaoyan buried his face into his neck, and said "hmm" with a grumbling nasal voice: "Me too, I hope.

Zhaoyan rested on Xiao Su's arm and slept peacefully until the afternoon.

It wasn't until Zhaoyan woke up that Xiao Su went to deal with Hanshan's affairs.

Zhaoyan rubbed his eyes, looking at the back of the other party who was drifting away, feeling heavy in his heart.

It's strange, Zhaoyan has never experienced such a feeling before, and he doesn't know where this sense of loss comes from.

After staying alone in the room for a long time, Zhaoyan suddenly remembered what Fengyue had mentioned in the afternoon, hesitated for a long time in the bedroom, and finally plucked up the courage to go and see Zhemo.

He put the clean ink-zipping handkerchief into his waist, and walked towards Lidian in the direction the guard had pointed out to him not long ago.

The scenery along the way is not beautiful, but it is refreshing.

Large expanses of green plants cover the sky, block out the sun, and tower into the clouds, blocking out the glare of the sun, so that the soles of the feet are covered with shadows, which is very cool.

Standing in front of the Li Temple, Zhaoyan was thinking about whether to ask the patrolling guards which room Zhemo lived in, and the figure not far away who was leaning on the recliner and exposing himself to the sun immediately attracted him. attention.

Zhaoyan recognized that it was Zhemo and walked over quickly.

Zhe Mo heard the footsteps, and slowly raised his eyes.

Seeing Zhaoyan, he said, "Is there something wrong?"

Zhaoyan hurriedly stood in front of Zhemo, a little cautious, he nodded: "Master Zhemo."

"I said, I'm not your master." Zhemo sat up from the recliner, his face was as pale as his lips because of the pain in his leg.The black clothes made the neck even whiter, and it was almost transparent in the sun.

Zhaoyan pursed his lips: "I don't know what to call you."

"Break the ink."

"...Okay." In the real world, Zhao Yan felt that such a name seemed inappropriate because of his reverence for the teacher, but he still nodded and remembered it.

He took out the handkerchief that Zhemo had given him earlier from his waist: "This is your thing."

Zhemo's gaze fell on Zhaoyan's hand, and he stared at it for a long time without moving.

"I washed it clean." Zhao Yan added, "I washed it several times."

Zhemo finally raised his hand and took the handkerchief.

"Is there anything else?" Zhemo was about to put the handkerchief into his sleeve, but when he smelled something, he picked up the handkerchief and sniffed it on the tip of his nose, frowning slightly.