The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhaoyan buried his face in Xiao Su's arms, not daring to look up, the sobs continued, although he tried hard to suppress them.

"I'm sorry...next time, don't dare next time..." Zhaoyan's hot tears blurred a small colorless flower in the transparent liquid on Xiao Su's clothes, he sucked his nose to apologize, his shoulders trembled in Xiao Su's arms Terribly.

Xiao Su remained silent.

Zhao Yan didn't dare to speak out anymore, he clenched his teeth to hold back his tears, fearing that Xiao Su would be disgusted.

But Xiao Su finally pulled him to stand up from the ground together.

The revenge of the demon cultivator has been avenged, and he cannot stay here for long.He wrapped Zhaoyan's waist with one hand, and flew away from here with Zhaoyan Yujian.

Zhaoyan's clothes were drenched, and water was still dripping when he stood on the sword transformed from a spell.

The high altitude was windy and cold, he couldn't help but crawl into Xiao Su's arms, but Xiao Su pushed him away from him.

The corners of Zhao Yan's mouth curled up in a grievance, and his wet eyelids lifted slightly. Seeing that Xiao Su didn't look at him, he bravely moved towards Xiao Su again.

I don't know how many times he pulled Xiao Su's sleeve, Xiao Su finally glared at him impatiently, the anger in his eyes was still there, but his eyes were frosty.

Zhaoyan was taken aback by him, and slowly withdrew the hand that was pulling the other person's clothes in timidity.

He lowered his head, his body shivering uncontrollably in the wind.

"You're still angry..." Zhao Yan's eyes gradually turned red, "You ignore me."

Xiao Su glanced at him indifferently with downcast eyes, and then took his eyes back.

Zhao Yan didn't know what to do, he stared at Xiao Su's handsome face for a while, "I'm a little cold, my clothes are wet."

"What does this have to do with the deity?"

Zhao Yan could be regarded as hearing Xiao Su's voice, even though his words were indifferent, his beautiful eyes still sparked with hope.

"Can you stop being angry with me..." Zhao Yan intertwined his fingers uncomfortably, begging with his head down.

"Lu Ding, this is the second time you have escaped." Xiao Su did not forget that he met Zhao Yan in the woods last time, his eyes were gloomy, "I won't punish you, but you will make progress."

"But, I can't play the role of the cauldron..." Zhao Yan trembled, "You want to kill me."

His brown eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist: "This is what you told me."

"So what." Xiao Su's eyebrows were sharp and his words were cruel, "You are useless, and you still expect this deity to treat you kindly?"

"I'm afraid, so I want to go home..." Zhaoyan raised his hand to wipe away the disappointing tears, with a strong crying voice, his voice was intermittent, "I can't go home now... there is no way to play the role of the furnace, no matter what no way……"

Hearing this, Xiao Su was furious, and he grabbed Zhao Yan by the collar: "Do you think you won't die if you leave this deity? What kind of kind person are you, those idiots cultivating immortals? You have to wait until you leave Hanshan and be eaten alive by them." , you know regret it?"

Zhaoyan was yelled at for a moment and couldn't answer.

He slowed down for a while, and his lips trembled: "Then what should I do... If I can't go home, I will die if I go to other places, and I will die if I stay in Hanshan..."

Xiao Su questioned: "What town did you say your home is in, but the place you went to just now is Lingxi, you know the consequences of cheating the deity, right?"

"I didn't lie to you... you said, you picked me up from Lingxi." Zhaoyan replied tremblingly, "I used to live in a small town, and when I woke up, I was in Lingxi... I thought it was Lingxi who picked me up. I suck it..."

After receiving the explanation, Xiao Su's anger calmed down a little.

He could understand why Zhaoyan looked like he had just crawled out of the water, and said with a sneer, "Idiot, do you think that if you enter Lingxi, it will be able to send you home?"

Zhao Yan nodded vigorously: "I ran into the water, but there was spiritual power in it, which almost swept me away."

"Oh, you deserve it." After Xiao Su finished cursing, he let go of the other party's collar, "Lingxi won't help you, so don't expect me to take away the evil spirit."

Zhaoyan frowned pitifully.

"Either you go to ask Yun Xiangyi." Xiao Su pulled out a sarcastic smile, shifted his gaze to Zhao Yan's abdomen which was wrapped in wet clothes at the moment, and continued, "But you will never succeed. Once Yun Xiangyi Xiangyi finds that your abdominal cavity is empty, not to mention removing the brand of his deity, he will even throw you back to Lingxi mercilessly and let you drown."

Zhaoyan shuddered.

"He wants me to make a stove to help me. I won't ask him." Zhao Yan shook his head firmly, and he stretched out his arms to hug his stomach, "I won't go to another man either."

This made Xiao Su feel better, and he warned viciously: "It's better to be like this."

Zhao Yan pursed his pale lips and nodded.

The idea of ​​going home may be left behind for a long time, and it cannot be brought up again until Xiao Su is willing to let him go.

Not to mention going home, he even felt that he would not live long.

Zhaoyan stood where he was, looking down for a while at his bare feet on Bingliangjian's body, feeling a chill in his heart.

In a daze, someone grabbed his arm suddenly, and then he crashed into Xiao Su's hot embrace.

Zhaoyan opened his eyes wide in surprise, looking at Xiao Su with disbelief.In the next second, all these shocks turned into tears, flowing from his red eye sockets.

He hugged Xiao Su tightly, and the scorching warmth came from around his body, burning away all his despairing thoughts just now.

Xiao Su felt the trembling of his body in his arms, and the spell that emerged from his palm turned into several small flames, running around Zhaoyan, seeing the water stains on his body drying up little by little.

Zhao Yan was too warm, his lips pressed against Xiao Su's shoulder, and his breath was filled with irresistible emotion: "Thank you, thank you."

Xiao Su sighed, reached out his hand to cover the back of his head, and rubbed it like venting his anger, making Zhaoyan's wet hair curl up, looking messy.

After returning to Hanshan, Xiao Su pulled Zhao Yan out of his arms, but Zhao Yan was unwilling, Xiao Su glared at him: "You try to be stubborn again?"

Zhaoyan's brows and eyes immediately became docile, he loosened the opponent's waist in grievance, turned around and ran into the bedroom in a hurry, took a cloth to wipe his feet, then took off his clothes and shrank into the bed, covering his head tightly with the quilt.

Xiao Su didn't pay much attention, took a look at him, and went to deal with the business.

Until it was time for dinner, when Xiao Su came back from practicing, Zhao Yan didn't get up from the bed.

He frowned, stepped forward to the bed, kicked the legs of the bed: "Stove Ding, isn't it you who have been clamoring for dinner all day?"

Zhaoyan felt the movement in a daze, and because he recognized Xiao Su's voice, he turned over slowly, and half his face was poked out from under the quilt, his eyes were half-closed, as if he couldn't open them.

"Ah... um..." Zhao Yan's cheeks were flushed, and his voice was unbearably hoarse, "After a while..."

Xiao Su's dark eyes reflected his abnormal expression, and there was a sarcastic smile on his lips: "Picking period?"

Zhaoyan shook his head, closed his eyes again, it seemed that he was very cold, and retracted his face into the quilt again.

Xiao Su immediately pulled him up from the bed, and reached out to touch Tan Zhaoyan's forehead.

The scalding temperature of the palm made Xiao Su's eyes suddenly constrict.

"You have a fever." Xiao Su's complexion changed slightly, he silently stared at Zhao Yan's red and abnormal face for a while, then raised his hand and waved a spell to ask Fengyue to prepare the medicine.

Zhaoyan raised his hand to hold Xiao Su's big hand on his forehead, his pale, slightly chapped lips parted slightly, and let out a comfortable sigh: "It's so warm..."

"En." Xiao Su rarely responded with such a boring sentence.

Zhao Yan was very cold, he moved towards Xiao Su uncontrollably, Xiao Su noticed his actions, and sat down beside the bed beside him.

Zhao Yan immediately put his head on his lap greedily, his body huddled up under the thin bedding, like a sickly cat clinging to the stove, his delicate brows could not be opened at all.

"The body is not only weak, but also weak." Xiao Su said with disgust, "What's your use? Waste."

Zhaoyan grabbed the hem of his clothes, his head dizzy to the point of sluggishness.After reacting for a while, he didn't understand what the other party was saying, but he didn't dare not answer Xiao Su's words, so he gave a perfunctory "ah".

The slight sandalwood scent from Xiao Su's body filled his nostrils, warm and soothing.

He was getting dizzy and sleepy more and more.

Not long after, Fengyue brought the medicine over.

"Your Majesty, this is the medicine for the cauldron." Fengyue put the bowl in Xiao Su's palm, looked at Zhaoyan on the bed, and said worriedly, "Is it serious?"

"After the two pillars of incense, let the Hall of Cold Food cook a bowl of porridge for him." Xiao Su didn't answer Fengyue's question, he held the medicine bowl with one hand, and shook Zhaoyan's body with the other hand, "Get up, drink the medicine."

Zhaoyan's breathing became heavier, and he could hear the word "get up" very clearly, so he firmly shook his head: "No...don't want to..."

He knew that he didn't want to get off Xiao Su's body, once he left such gentle heat, his body would be much, much colder than it is now.

He will be uncomfortable.

Xiao Su didn't have the patience to waste time with him, so he emphasized his tone: "Get up!"

This time not only Zhaoyan, but even Fengyue who was standing beside was taken aback.

Fengyue, who has been taking care of him for a long time, knows better than anyone else how terrible his lord's angry appearance is.

She was so anxious that she wanted to stretch out her hand to pull Zhaoyan, but fortunately Zhaoyan was also afraid, even if he moved slowly, he still supported his body with his arms and sat up carefully.

His face was flushed, and there were tears in his eyes. He just looked at Xiao Su helplessly, as if he really wanted the other party to hug him, but he didn't dare to say it.

Xiao Su scooped up a spoonful of thick antipyretic decoction, and was about to put it on his lips to cool it down, when Fengyue suddenly heard Fengyue say: "My lord, why don't I come?"

"No need." Xiao Su refused, "You go out."

Fengyue looked back and forth between Zhaoyan and Xiao Su, the warm atmosphere between the two was not at all as simple as Luding and Picker.

There was a slight smile on her lips, knowing that it would be inconvenient to disturb her, she quickly responded: "Yes."

After Fengyue closed the door and left, Zhaoyan had already swallowed the soup spoon that Xiao Su handed over.

He swallowed the bitter-tasting medicine with a "grunt", and the tears were instantly like broken pearls, sliding down his face drop by drop, even falling into the cup that Xiao Su put on his chin to prevent the soup from dripping on the bed bowl.

"Tsk." Xiao Su frowned, "The medicine is all dirty, how do you know how to cry?"

"I'm sorry..." Zhaoyan quickly raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, "I was sick before and no one took care of me."

"Didn't you say you have a family?" Xiao Su continued to feed him a second bite, "Your parents don't take care of you?"

Zhaoyan froze for a moment, shaking his head.

"why?"

"Mother, don't want me anymore." Zhaoyan cried more and more sadly, Xu was sick, his mind became sensitive, his mood fluctuated extraordinarily, and soon he choked out, "Father doesn't like me either..."

"Just like that, you still want to go back." Xiao Su threw the spoon into the bowl, his tone filled with disdain and anger, "For them, you ran away from me several times? Are you cheap or not?"

Zhaoyan pleaded while wiping his tears, maybe he was impulsive, he heard himself say: "Can you not kill me, I will obey whatever you say in the future... I won't go back, they treat me bad... Can you Be nice to me, then I won't go..."

What Xiao Su said was a little interesting.

He is so bad, even though he was teasing him, he still pinched Zhaoyan's hot little face, and said in a naughty tone, "It's not impossible. Now you lie down obediently for this deity to pick you up. If your butt is shaking enough, this deity will be satisfied. I will spare your life."

After Zhaoyan heard his words, his cheeks instantly swelled like ripe apples.

His eyelashes trembled shyly, his fingers clenched his clothes tightly, and he murmured, "Well, that won't work..."

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