The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhao Yan, who seldom receives gifts in the real world, touched something around his neck that could reduce other people's misunderstanding of him, and the joy in his heart was uncontrollable.

After receiving Xiao Su's instruction, he obediently raised his voice: "Thank you!"

"I'm used to thinking that words of thanks are the most superficial." Xiao Su leaned over and kissed his soft black hair, some curled strands of hair touched his face, and the aroused itchiness ran along his face. From the skin to the heart.

Like a cat scratching and scratching in his heart, Xiao Su uncontrollably kneaded Zhao Yan's obvious waist, as if he wanted to crush it.

Zhaoyan couldn't help laughing, and wanted to avoid his touch, but he was like a trapped kitten or puppy, controlled by the other's teasing palm, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

"Xiao Su..." Zhao Yan grabbed his arm, his smiling face looked very lively, his lips were bright red, "It's so itchy...don't, don't pinch..."

Xiao Su didn't stop.

Zhaoyan began to beg for mercy: "What do you want...I'll give it to you..."

"Oh, think about it." Xiao Su withdrew his hand, the smile in his dark eyes was like the stars dotted in the night sky, bright and dense.

The corner of his stern lips was close to Zhaoyan's ear, staring at the gentle face in the mirror for a long time, he sneered: "I want you to play the role of a furnace to help me improve my cultivation."

While speaking, his slender fingers drew circles on the opponent's abdomen, and when they passed by the sunken navel, he pressed down harshly.

Zhaoyan's whole body trembled, and his body shrank violently. He held Xiao Su's hand in an exclamation, "Ah...no..."

Xiao Su quickly caught his weakened body with one hand, and pulled him into his arms: "It's nothing, it's useless to expect this deity to support you?"

Hearing this, fear flashed in Zhao Yan's eyes.The joy just now was like a fire that was extinguished by someone pouring cold water on the spot. Even the sparks were extinguished in the cradle, and there was no possibility of it being ignited.

He withdrew the smile on his lips, looked up at Xiao Su's handsome chin, and after a while slowly lowered his eyes, and whispered: "...I won't let you keep me for too long..."

There is no way to play the role of the furnace, and it cannot stay by Xiao Su's side all the time.

"You won't hurt Fengyue, right?" Without waiting for Xiao Su to reply, Zhao Yan said suddenly, "She and you have been practicing together for a long time..."

Xiao Su didn't know why he mentioned this matter, he stared at the tip of his hair full of scrutiny: "How does this deity treat her, what does it have to do with you?"

"I mean... I haven't been able to play the role of the stove, you won't punish her because of me, will you..." Zhao Yan pursed his lips, Xiao Su's answer was normal, but he didn't know why, which made Zhao Yan a little bit uncomfortable.

"Don't pay attention to others." Xiao Su pinched Zhaoyan's neck protected by the black neck strap playfully, "If you have no effect for a long time, the deity may be dissatisfied, and I will cut off your neck and let you die Different place."

The corners of Zhao Yan's eyes turned red immediately, he let go of the other's arm, his eyes were wet and he looked at Xiao Su without speaking.

The corners of Xiao Su's lips were slightly raised, and he patted Zhao Yan's thin back: "Go wash up."

Zhao Yan's mood became depressed, he nodded slowly, and got away from Xiao Su's embrace little by little.

After washing up and sitting at the dining table to eat, Zhao Yan didn't have much appetite.

He secretly raised his head from the rice bowl, glanced several times at Xiao Su who was flipping through the spells passed by his subordinates, but Xiao Su ignored him.

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes, and involuntarily looked at Xiao Suqu's leg beside him. It was very long. Zhaoyan knew how high its temperature was, and knew that it was soft yet powerful when it sat up.

But today Xiao Su didn't hold him on his lap to eat.

"What are you looking at?" Xiao Su noticed his actions and asked without raising his eyelids.

"No, it's nothing..." Zhaoyan seemed to be caught in his thoughts, and quickly buried his face in the bowl in embarrassment, and took two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

The chopsticks hit the edge of the bowl and made a slightly harsh sound, as if they were purposely trying to attract someone's attention, or just a coincidence.

Xiao Su raised his eyebrows, and cast a sidelong glance at Zhaoyan, the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

After finishing the meal, Zhao Yan wiped off the grease stains on his lips, sat down on the seat, did not move or speak.

The black hair hangs down smoothly, and the fair skin looks very beautiful against the black neckband, so slender that it seems to be broken when pinched.

Xiao Su finally finished reviewing the message from the talisman, reached out and rubbed his glands.

Zhaoyan's body trembled violently, a grievous arc appeared on his lips, and the next second he clumsily forced himself to relax, and tremblingly exposed his neck for Xiao Su to play with.

"Here, you can't use force..." Zhaoyan reminded in a low voice, "I mean, the back of the neck will hurt."

Xiao Su had heard this sentence many times, and he twitched the corner of his mouth impatiently: "So delicate?"

"Yes." Zhaoyan replied.

This was similar to words of resistance, which made Xiao Su's face darken.

He let go of Zhao Yan with little interest, and stood up from his seat.

"Where do you want to go?" Zhaoyan hurriedly stood up, "I want to be with you..."

Xiao Su frowned slightly, he bent down, leaned close to Zhaoyan, their faces were facing each other, their noses almost touched each other.

Zhaoyan's cheeks started to turn pink again, he pursed his moist lips, his eyes timidly dodged because he didn't dare to look directly at Xiao Su.

"Ru Ding," Xiao Su said seriously, "Could it be that you fell out of love with this deity?"

"Ah!" Zhaoyan took a step back in surprise, "What?"

Xiao Su sneered and said, "Why panic, the furnace should look like this."

Zhao Yan took a deep breath, clenched his hands into fists, rubbed his thumbs nervously on the joints of his middle fingers, and wanted to deny it eagerly, but Xiao Su's next words took away his courage to speak.

"But I don't want you to disturb me when you're not in bed." Xiao Su's voice sank, "If you really want to please me, learn how to shake your butt on the bed, maybe the effect will be better than now."

After saying this, Xiao Su walked towards the door and left him behind.

Zhaoyan looked at his back that was drifting away, and realized in his mind that Xiao Su thought he was annoying, but he still insisted on chasing him.

"Aren't you going down the mountain..." Zhao Yan followed behind him, following Xiao Su's footsteps and increasing his pace, his breathing became short of breath after a while.

"You don't understand what I'm saying?" Xiao Su suddenly stopped, and Zhao Yan bumped into him inadvertently.

"Ah." He rubbed his head in panic and began to apologize, "I'm sorry..."

"Tell me what you're thinking." Xiao Su ordered.

Zhao Yan was like a sinner being judged, under Xiao Su's icy gaze, his eyes were red and he said, "I don't want to stay in the room alone, and I don't need to practice today. If you are not here, I will be bored..."

"You are bored, so the deity has to accompany you?" Xiao Su pushed him away, with a harsh tone, "What are you?"

So indifferent...

Pushed by him, Zhao Yan took several steps back to stand firm, but he still reluctantly walked over again, carefully holding Xiao Su's arm, and the tears in his eyes almost flowed out.

"You're angry with me..." Zhaoyan noticed the change in Xiao Su's attitude, because Xiao Su was not like this when he first woke up in the morning.

Why did he suddenly get angry and didn't force himself to sit on his lap while eating? Was it because the news on the spell made Xiao Su unhappy, or because he accidentally offended him just now...

The brain was running at high speed, and mental activities surged up layer by layer. Zhao Yan stubbornly hugged Xiao Su's hand tightly, and when he inadvertently bumped into Xiao Su's black pupils, it was as if a thunderbolt exploded in his head. .

What is he doing……

Are you pestering Xiao Su...

Xiao Su raised his hand, gently stroking the tears on his face, and finally softened his posture in the other's timid eyes: "The few demon cultivators who I planted around Lingshan died unexpectedly, and now I have to deal with this matter." , are you sure to follow?"

Zhao Yan hesitated.

Xiao Su showed signs of losing his patience again.

Zhaoyan nodded quickly: "Go, I won't, I will cause you trouble..."

"Follow me." Xiao Su said.

Yes, I can stay by Xiao Su's side all the time...

But Zhao Yan found it painful to find that the emotion hidden under the joy was panic that could not be ignored no matter what.

He clings to Xiao Su...why does he cling to Xiao Su...

And last night, he took the initiative to hug Xiaosu...

In just a few days, he has so shamelessly developed an unusual nostalgia for a person who wants to obtain an unnecessary aura from him...

Zhaoyan looked up at Xiao Su who was flying with his sword, Xiao Su held him in his arms as usual.

"Are we going to Lingshan?" Zhaoyan didn't want to show his loss so obviously, he calmed down his tone and hid all his thoughts little by little.

"Well, there are many eyeliners around Lingshan, follow the deity, don't run around." Xiao Su instructed.

Zhaoyan nodded: "Okay."

When the two landed on the ground, the sun was about to go up to the sky.

Zhaoyan walked out of the woods, turned his head to look at Xiao Su's profile, and suddenly found that Xiao Su had changed his face again.

Not only did he change his face, but all the evil spirits he had encountered before were also completely hidden, so that no one could see a trace.

"Should I also cover my face?" Zhao Yan said, looking down on himself to see if there was anything that could cover his face.When he couldn't find it, he raised his hands and covered his face with his wide sleeves, "Is that so?"

Xiao Su lowered his eyes, and when his pupils reflected a pair of big watery eyes exposed by the other party, he laughed: "What do you expect to cover up like this?"

Zhaoyan froze for a moment, and put down his hands.

Xiao Su filtered out his boring discussion: "Going a little further is Lingxi, you must not leave this deity for half a step, do you hear me?"

"Listen, I heard..." Zhaoyan nodded quickly, but his eyelashes trembled slightly when he heard the word "Lingxi".

Because the idea that he could go home immediately came to his mind, his heart was beating desperately, and every time he shook, his chest hurt.Zhaoyan rubbed his chest, took a few deep breaths, and hid his abnormal nervousness, lest Xiao Su find out.

The boots stepped on the dry mud and made a "rustling" sound, and the surrounding area was empty. Before entering Lingshan, there were no disciples of Lingshan.

Until the melody of the stream hitting the stones in the water broke into the hearing, making people unable to look up, Zhaoyan's eyes instantly turned red.

It turned out that the clear stream flowing happily forward in front of him was the place where he came...