The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Xiao Su withdrew his hand, held the spoon again, and brought the concoction to Zhao Yan's lips: "You don't want to pay, so why do you expect me to treat you well?"

Zhaoyan held the spoon in his mouth and swallowed all the concoction into his stomach.The high body temperature made his head dizzy, and his gaze towards Xiao Su became more and more blurred: "...Because, I don't know how to shake my butt."

"I'm a conservative omega." Zhao Yan replied with firmness in a light voice.

Xiao Su laughed: "Furnace, conservative?"

Zhaoyan nodded vigorously, and repeated in a hoarse voice: "Conservative."

Xiao Su's dark pupils reflected the red face of the other party, which seemed to have burnt silly, making the corners of Xiao Su's lips more and more curved.

He finally gave up torturing the other party: "Okay, drink your medicine."

Zhaoyan was happy, and moved towards Xiao Su little by little until he got into the other's embrace, leaned against Xiao Su's warm chest, pulled up all the quilts to cover his body, and then panted, "You, hello Bar."

Xiao Su's long eyebrows were raised to the extent that it was not a reproach, and he stuffed the spoon into Zhao Yan's mouth rudely: "You are still conservative like this? Look at your appearance."

Zhao Yan squinted his eyes and smiled, looking delirious.Xiao Su's embrace is extraordinarily warm, he likes it very much.

Xiao Su stared at him for a while, couldn't hold back, and kissed him hard on the cheek.

I thought the effect of the medicine would come into play after a while, but I didn't expect it to have no effect for a long time.

Zhaoyan's body continued to tremble at night, Xiao Su, who was in sedation beside the bed, slowly raised his eyes, and turned his eyes to Zhaoyan again.

Zhao Yan broke out in a cold sweat, all the hair on his forehead stuck to his face, his cheeks were flushed, but his lips were so pale that there was no blood.Painful moans spilled out of his mouth intermittently, and his breathing was heavy.

Xiao Su frowned, he brushed away the hair on Zhao Yan's forehead in confusion, and probed Zhao Yan's forehead again: "The high fever won't go away?"

Then he pulled Zhaoyan's wet arm out of the quilt and felt his pulse.

Feeling that Zhaoyan's body not only suppressed his evil aura, but also walked around wantonly to search for the aura of Taoism contained in the furnace, Xiao Su, who found the source, burst into anger.

"Yun Xiangyi injected spiritual power into you?" Xiao Su's brows were filled with orange-red flames, and he pulled Zhaoyan up from the bed and roared, "How dare you hide it from me?"

Zhaoyan groaned in pain, he could hear Xiao Su's voice, but he couldn't open his eyes.His body was weakly leaning against Xiao Su's arms, his clothes sticking to his skin wetly, like a dying fish just picked up from the water.

Xiao Su's anger was stuffed in his heart, and he wanted to explode, but the weak appearance of the person in front of him made him hold his breath in his heart again.

It seems that his things have been tampered with, and the cauldron that should only have his brand, but the cavity of the cauldron is occupied and explored by other people's spiritual power.

Evil spirit everywhere.

Black fog surrounds.

Manic surge.

Xiao Su's fist made a "click" sound, because the knuckles were turning white from being too tightly squeezed.

He endured, and threw off Zhaoyan's quilt, Zhaoyan shivered from the cold, shivering and wanting to crawl back.

Xiao Su stopped his actions, picked him up from the bed with gloomy eyes, and brought him to the medicine room in an instant.

When Fengyue saw Xiao Su, she quickly knelt down and saluted: "My lord."

"Let Zhexi, Zhemo, and Zheyu deploy guards to strengthen Hanshan's defenses. Anyone who sees Lingshan will be killed!" Xiao Su's majestic voice was so overwhelming that Fengyue dared not raise his head.

"My lord, Brother Zhexi is in confinement." Fengyue reminded.

"Let him out." Xiao Su dropped these words, and walked into the medicine pool with Zhao Yan.

He pulled Zhaoyan out of his arms, and quickly tore off his soaked clothes, revealing his slender and flushed body.

"Don't... be cold..." Zhao Yan begged Xiao Su to pull back his clothes.

"Be patient." Xiao Su immediately took off his strong attire, and entered the medicine pond together with Zhaoyan in his arms.

Zhaoyan closed his eyes tightly, and the moment his body was wrapped in the cold medicine, he was so cold that he sobbed.

"Xiao, Xiao Su..." Zhaoyan cried and called his name, "It's so cold..."

Xiao Su lowered his head and kissed his forehead, covered his thin back with the back of his hand, and poured his scorching evil energy into it continuously.

"Yun Xiangyi's cultivation is higher than this deity." Even though he knew that Zhaoyan couldn't understand, Xiao Su comforted him, "Now this deity wants to forcefully expel his spiritual power from your body, this deity doesn't want to hurt you, so be obedient point."

Zhaoyan didn't answer, tears still fell one after another.

The drops fell on Xiao Su's shoulders, and hot flowers exploded.

Xiao Su increased the input of evil energy, entangled the cold aura in Zhaoyan's body that made Zhaoyan uncomfortable.

Ruo Bing and Fire were fighting, strangling each other, devouring each other, Zhao Yan's mortal body could not bear the huge impact brought by the two spiritual forces, and the pain caused his whole body to tremble uncontrollably under Xiao Su's arms.

"Okay... It hurts... Xiao Su, it hurts..." Zhaoyan cried so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, but he kept calling the other person's name intermittently, not knowing whether he was begging Xiao Su to stop the torture, or seeking mercy .

Xiao Su knew that he was suffering, and the anger in his pitch-black eyes could no longer last.

He tightened his arms around Zhao Yan, warming his cold body with his hot body, his abdomen pressed against each other, and their chests exchanged heartbeats.

Xiao Su leaned over to kiss his salty tears, his beautiful eyes, and his chapped lips.

He is coaxing him.

But Zhaoyan didn't have the energy to respond, he knew Xiao Su was kissing himself, he smelled the sandalwood on Xiao Su's body, so he cried even harder.

It took Xiao Su several hours to remove the spiritual power that Yun Xiangyi injected instantly.The gap between Mahayana and Dujie seems to be only one level, but the huge gap between them cannot be bridged in just a hundred years.

He hugged Zhaoyan who passed out in severe pain and stayed in the medicine pond for a long time, his arms tightly wrapped around his thin body, and for the first time, the evil spirit enveloping him seemed gentle.

Day two.

When Zhaoyan was lying on the bed and slowly raised his eyes, he could only see the simple patterned ceiling.

"Xiao, Su..." Zhaoyan didn't see Xiao Su, and called his name, his voice was too hoarse.

"Are you awake?" Fengyue, who was laying rice porridge for Zhaoyan in front of the table, heard the voice behind her, quickly picked up the teacup, and stepped forward to help Zhaoyan from the bed.

Zhaoyan's back was so sore that he couldn't stand upright, so he leaned limply on the head of the bed to stabilize his body.

"Come." Fengyue handed the teacup to Zhaoyan's lips, "Drink some."

Zhaoyan held the teacup and quickly poured water down his throat, and his voice finally returned to normal.

He said, "Thank you."

"How does your body feel?" Fengyue probed his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, "The fever is finally gone."

"It's much better." Zhao Yan's eyes curved slightly, and his brown pupils recovered, "I'm a little tired, but I'll feel better soon."

"That's good. Your Majesty asked me to finish the porridge with you." Fengyue said, "You didn't have any food last night, you must be starving."

"Xiao Su..." Zhao Yan changed his words in the middle of speaking, "Your Majesty, where did he go?"

When Fengyue heard this, her expression froze for a moment, and she said with some hesitation: "Your Majesty has something to deal with, so don't pay attention to him and take good care of your body."

"Yeah." Zhaoyan nodded after listening.

Xiao Su has something to do, he can't disturb him, otherwise Xiao Su will be unhappy.

But Zhaoyan missed him so much, Xiao Su's figure kept turning in his mind while drinking porridge, so that he couldn't stop looking up at the door many times, but Xiao Su didn't show up.

"Sister Fengyue, do I have to go to practice soon?" Zhao Yan asked, holding a trace of luck, hoping that Xiao Sukan would let him go when he was recovering from a serious illness.

But Fengyue nodded and replied: "Your Majesty told you to go when you are free, but if you are tired from practicing today, you can rest."

Zhaoyan pursed his lips and lowered his eyes in disappointment: "Okay."

"Don't worry, practicing practice will help you recover soon." Fengyue comforted, "You are your lord's furnace, and you practiced together with your lord yesterday, and your cultivation base will improve very quickly."

Zhaoyan's cheeks turned red all of a sudden, and he almost choked when he drank the porridge: "Ah...me and him, last night, no, no double cultivation..."

"But I heard it all." Fengyue affirmed.

Zhaoyan: "?!"

No wonder his waist is so sore, it turned out to be...

Fengyue laughed out loud: "The fastest way to pass on your majesty's evil spirit to you is through double cultivation. Your high fever won't go away, and your majesty's heart is broken. You don't have to worry, even if someone presents your majesty with a new stove today, His Majesty will not agree either. He cares about you, I can tell..."

As Fengyue talked, she seemed to realize that she had said something she shouldn't have said, so she immediately stopped talking.

Zhaoyan still heard it.

He looked at Fengyue in surprise, and said in shock: "You said, there is a new furnace..."

Fengyue met Shang Zhaoyan's gaze, caught a glimpse of the panic in the other's eyes, and hurriedly said: "I'll just say it casually, this is a common occurrence. After Your Majesty subdues the Yaozun, the Yaozun often presents the furnace to the Demon Lord, But Your Majesty has never accepted it. You are the only Furnace Cauldron that His Majesty has cultivated so far, and you are also a first-class Furnace Cauldron that is rare in a thousand years. Since Your Majesty has recognized you, naturally you will not abandon it easily."

Zhaoyan's hand holding the spoon trembled a little, his eyelids drooped, and he answered after a long time, "En."

How can you not worry...

He is not a furnace...

Xiao Su will find out sooner or later, and then abandon him.It's just that Zhaoyan didn't expect this to happen so quickly...

"Oh, that's right." Fengyue recalled important things, and instructed, "Senior brother Zhexi is out of confinement, he has prejudice against you, try to stay with senior brother Zhemo when you practice, and don't come into contact with senior brother Zhexi."

"...Okay." Zhaoyan responded, but he was a little out of his wits.

When I went to the back mountain to practice alone, I couldn't concentrate, and the words "new furnace" were all in my mind.

Thinking about it, his eyes turned red.

He stood under the tree, and the figures of practitioners in the distance gradually blurred.

Will Xiao Su hug other people like hugging him...

He didn't want Xiao Su to be with others, not at all.