The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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After a long time, Zhaoyan, whose body could be considered to have improved, raised his wet eyelids, and in the blurred vision, the figure of that person gradually became clear.

The snow-colored long hair hangs over her shoulders, and the white clothes blown up by the wind float in the air like a fairy who doesn't care about the world, so delicate that it's unreal...

Ke Zhaoyan only felt cold.

He even suspected that snow had fallen on the other party.

"Thank you...Thank you for saving me..." He tried his best to get out of the stranger's arms, and when his feet landed, he looked around, looking for Xiao Su's figure.

"Lingxi's magic circle is used to detect the traces of demon cultivators." The man said lightly, "You have Xiao Su's brand on your tripod cavity, so Lingxi attacked you."

When Zhao Yan heard Xiao Su's name, he turned his gaze back to Xiao Su in surprise.

He knew Xiao Su...

Zhaoyan knows nothing about whether Xiao Su has friends, except for Fengyue, Zhexi, Zhemo, and Zheyu, Zhaoyan can't count more names related to Xiao Su.

Apart from……

The three words "Yun Xiangyi" popped up in Zhaoyan's mind.

"I am not the cauldron." Zhao Yan evaded the important point and neglected the important point. Before the relationship between the other party and Xiao Su was clarified, he had no way to reveal his relationship with Xiao Su.

After all, Xiao Su is a big devil, everyone shouted to kill him, Zhaoyan heard what others said at the wedding banquet last time.

The man got the answer without any change in expression.

Zhaoyan lowered his head awkwardly under the gaze of the other party, staring at his water-stained toes on the pebbles by the stream, once again sincerely thanked: "Thank you, if it wasn't for you, I would have just been washed away .”

"Why are you here?" the other party asked.

"...Come to find Lingxi..." Still vigilantly not saying a word to Xiao Su, Zhao Yan pursed his lips, "I just came to see..."

The man considered his words for a while, and his eyes were indifferent, clearly showing distrust of the other party's words.

Zhaoyan's lack of cooperation made the man give up and continue the questioning.

"I can help you get rid of the evil spirit in your body. It won't do you any good." The man said, "The world of cultivating demons will punish demon cultivators. You have no spiritual power to protect your body, and you will only be coerced for nothing."

Zhaoyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if thinking of something, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Get rid of the evil spirit, and if I enter Lingxi again, will I not be attacked again?"

"Yes."

The dead hope in Zhaoyan's heart was rekindled, and he wanted to try again, maybe there is no evil spirit, if he doesn't take something away from this world, Lingxi will send him home.

"How to get rid of it?" Zhao Yan said anxiously, he glanced at Lingxi, then at the man, "What do I need?"

The heavy snow between the man's handsome brows seemed to melt away, and the coldness that had made Zhao Yanhan's heart piercing just now seemed to be gradually dissipating.

He said: "Be my stove."

Zhaoyan was stunned.

He was about to refuse immediately, but someone answered for him first.

"Yun Xiangyi, you've practiced in seclusion for thousands of years, didn't you just learn to blatantly steal other people's things? I see that you are as thick-skinned as the thousand-year-old snow in Lingshan."

The tone was as sinister as ever, sounding frivolous to the point of irony.

Zhaoyan looked in the direction of the voice, and when he saw Xiao Su's figure, his eyes widened instantly.

"Come here." Xiao Su's voice did not increase, but his tone became more serious.

Zhaoyan trembled with fright, did not dare to hesitate a bit, picked up the hem of his clothes that was still dripping with water, and ran towards the direction where the other party was.

When he was still an arm's length away from Xiao Su, Xiao Su pulled him into his arms.

Zhaoyan staggered, his body bumped into the opponent's chest, and he was hugged tightly by the opponent.

"Xiao Su." Yun Xiangyi turned around, met Xiao Su's face, his brows were still indifferent, "Long time no see."

"Everyone has said that Lingshan Yun Xiangyi's cultivation is a great achievement. Thousands of years ago, he passed the catastrophe and became an immortal. He even called you Lingshan Immortal." Xiao Su tightened Zhaoyan's arms and sneered, "See you today , it seems that they are still in the stage of crossing the catastrophe, and they are still too hungry to eat anything, so they attack the furnace of the demon cultivator."

"The cauldron belongs to heaven and earth." Yun Xiangyi said slowly, his voice was like snow, like moon, like ice, "He doesn't belong to you."

"Oh?" Xiao Su lowered his eyes, looked at Zhao Yan obediently sticking to him in his arms, and mocked Yun Xiangyi, "Are you blind?"

"You really haven't changed at all." Even such words can't make Yun Xiangyi lose color, his long white hair is scattered by his side, and the snow-colored robe hangs down like running water.

Thousands of years could not leave the slightest trace on him, and the emotions in the light-colored pupils were as stable as before.

"Don't worry about it." Xiao Su raised his eyebrows, the clean figure in his deep eyes was really conspicuous, "You are the same as before, you like to meddle in your own business."

"Your evil spirit is rampant, hurting my Lingshan guard." Yun Xiangyi changed the subject, glanced at Zhaoyan in the opponent's arms, and declared war, "Draw your sword, or, show your spell."

"Another day." Xiao Su replied, "I'm not in the mood today."

Yun Xiangyi was stunned for a moment, and a trace of puzzlement flashed in his eyes: "I thought you waited for today for a long time."

"It's been a long time." Xiao Su laughed, but there was no sign of joy in his eyes, "But I didn't come to look for you today. Your guards continued to hunt down the demon cultivators. They disturbed the purity of this deity. You deserve it."

"Xiao Su, your evil spirit spreads across the world, no grass grows wherever you pass, and thousands of miles of pure land become wasteland." Yun Xiangyi said, "I didn't intend to confront you, it's just because you went too far."

"All cultivators in the world harm this deity." Xiao Su replied, "Why don't you ask them why they did this? This deity is so annoying that you don't know right from wrong and you still want to pretend to be noble. It's really disgusting to watch, tsk , hurt the eyes."

Yun Xiangyi looked at him quietly, as if he was unable to answer the conversation.

Xiao Su smiled at him, his mischievous posture carried the arrogance, arrogance, and contempt of looking down on all living beings.

Yun Xiangyi's complexion finally changed slightly amidst his contempt.

He turned around, raised his snow-colored eyelashes to look in the direction of departure, and said: "Before your furnace recognizes you, I will still snatch him away."

As soon as the words were finished, Yun Xiangyi had already disappeared before his eyes.

Xiao Su withdrew his gaze, pulled out Zhao Yan who was shivering from the cold, and desperately huddled in his arms, trying to absorb the warmth, his eyes were full of anger.

"Explain!" Xiao Su raised his voice irritably, and mist rose in his eyes staring at Zhaoyan, "The deity asked you to stay where you are, what are you doing here? Looking for Yun Xiangyi, besides the deity, there are other Someone who can pick you up?"

Zhaoyan was already prepared to be scolded, but his eyes turned red from the sudden questioning.

The corners of his lips trembled, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at the other party.After a while, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe away the tears.

"I want to go home..." Zhao Yan didn't lie to Xiao Su, his voice was crying, "Lingxi, this is where I came from... I'll walk in..."

The anger in Xiao Su's heart was intensified because of the desire to leave him revealed by the other party's words, he was so angry that he sneered: "That is to say, you want to leave this deity?

You thought you belonged to Lingshan and Lingxi, so you didn't even tell Yun Xiangyi that you were the deity's furnace?Why, leave a way for him to fight for you?You think you can escape from the deity, delusion! "

Zhaoyan was in a hurry, and pleaded aggrieved, tears rolled down his face, like pearls with broken strings: "I don't know, I don't know that he wants me to be a stove..."

He wiped his face with his wet sleeves, the water stains and tears mixed together, it was cold and hot.

He tried his best to suppress the crying, and continued: "...I want to go home, but I can't go home...I go to Lingxi, it drowns me..."

Xiao Su was full of rage, but the other party's attitude really made him unable to continue cursing.

"If it wasn't Yun Xiangyi who came here, but any blind person from Lingshan, do you think you can still stand alive in front of this deity?" Xiao Su gripped Zhaoyan's thin shoulders, forcing him to look at him, "Lu Ding, you are disobedient, very disobedient."

Zhao Yan couldn't look around anymore, and looked at Xiao Su with wet eyes.I don't know where the courage came from, and it may be that I was stunned, and my words were no longer in my head.

He held a glimmer of hope: "...Can you take back the evil spirit you put on me...I want to go to Lingxi and try again... If it doesn't work, you can put the evil spirit back..."

"..."

Xiao Su withdrew his hands on his shoulders, clenched his hands into fists, his fists trembled, his eyes that looked like Zhao Yan were full of disappointment: "You want to live in Lingxi, right?"

Zhaoyan nodded, fell silent for a while, then shook his head again: "Just try it..."

"Do you want the deity to take back the brand?"

Zhao Yan nodded.

Xiao Su pushed him on the shoulder and said sharply: "Okay, get out! Go find Yun Xiangyi, take off your pants and kneel in front of him, begging him to take you in, let him help you eliminate the deity mark, go!"

Zhaoyan was pushed by him and fell to the ground, the sharp stones by the stream pierced his skin sorely.

He looked up at Xiao Su who was full of evil spirit, his lips trembled violently.Afraid that the other party would strike again, he shrugged his shoulders and made a small defensive posture.

"...I won't go..." Zhaoyan cried and shook his head, "I don't want to go..."

Xiao Su flung his sleeves and left.

Seeing that he was about to abandon her, Zhao Yan didn't even care about being afraid, and crawled to his side on all fours, clutching his trouser legs tightly.

"Where do you want to go..." The voice was fragmented, begging, "I don't need to be branded...don't leave me...you take me..."

Xiao Su immediately stood still.

He took a deep breath, slowly shifted his gaze to Zhaoyan, stared at him for a long time, squatted down, pinched Zhaoyan's tear-stained chin, and said mockingly, "Lu Ding, do you also find it ridiculous?"

Zhaoyan didn't understand what he was saying, so he stretched out his hand to tighten his arm, fearing that the other party would leave for the second time.

"Do you know what the deity is angry about?" Obviously he was asking, but Xiao Su gave the answer himself, "You don't know, right, there is nothing wrong with it, because the deity himself doesn't know.

Angry at you for being disobedient?Annoyed that you came to Lingxi alone, not knowing the dangers everywhere, not knowing how to protect yourself?Qi, you have no spiritual power and no furnace function, and you don't know how to provoke this deity to get angry again and again?Or, angry that you didn't tell Yun Xiangyi that you belong to the deity, that you are the furnace of the deity? "

Xiao Su stared at the other party's beautiful, always teary eyes, but he couldn't vent his anger, holding it in his chest, making his heart ache.

Zhao Yan was actually waiting for Xiao Su's yelling and scolding. Over the years, in order to make his life a little better, he had already gotten used to it. , beyond Zhaoyan's expectations.

He didn't know that Xiao Su was worried about himself.

My father wouldn't be so worried about himself.

But Xiao Su will.

So crying, she clung to Xiao Su's arm and squeezed her body into his scorching embrace.

Zhaoyan hugged the opponent's strong waist, and the panic that he was about to be discarded finally calmed down in Xiao Su's strong heartbeat beside his ears.

Xiao Su sighed with an inaudible trill.

He lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms for a long time, finally raised his hand very slowly, and slowly landed on Zhaoyan's back, then gradually tightened it.

"Lu Ding, why do you think you are special..." Xiao Su's tone was sarcasm, high and arrogant, "You just look a little better than others... But, you cry a little..."