The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhaoyan was trembling all the time.

Shaking pitifully.

Xiao Su tightened his arms around him, and his tone softened: "Hold on a little longer, this deity will not let you get hurt."

The corner of Zhaoyan's mouth twitched in grievance, and he didn't cry out, but the tears had already burst, and his vision was blurred.

This kind of torture seemed to last as long as a year. Zhaoyan fainted from the pain several times, and woke up from the pain several times.His body gradually became numb, and he retched several times uncomfortably.

Until he felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, the elixir that was rushing around in his body and looking for the cauldron chamber finally stopped walking, and stopped making noise.

He lay on Xiao Su's shoulder and panted weakly, his hair wet with cold sweat was sticking to his face, his face was haggard and pale.

Xiao Su withdrew the spiritual power protecting Zhaoyan's body, moved his hands up his waist, brushed against his thin back and thin shoulders, and finally put his fingertips on the tendons of Zhaoyan's wrist.

"The dantian is empty, and there is no fluctuation of spiritual power in the body." Xiao Su frowned, "It is clearly a body of pure yin, but it does not have the function of a furnace."

Zhaoyan's lips moved, as if he was about to speak, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly went dark, and then the world spun, Xiao Su turned him over, and pressed him hard against the wall of the medicine pool.

"Hmm." His abdomen pressed against the edge of the rough medicine pool, and Zhaoyan grunted in pain.

"The deity's cauldron opening pill doesn't work." Xiao Su's eyes flickered with anger, "Someone put a restraint in your body and locked your cauldron chamber? Whose cauldron were you used to be? How did you get the marks on your body? "

Zhaoyan raised his hand to support the stone wall and wanted to get up, but Xiao Su's strength was too great, he couldn't move at all.

He could only maintain a humiliating posture, and opened his mouth with trembling lips: "I don't know...I'm not someone's stove...This is uncomfortable, can you let go first..."

Hearing this, Xiao Su loosened the restraint on Zhaoyan: "You better not. If you dare to lie to me, I will break your neck right now."

Zhao Yan's body was injured one after another, without the support of Xiao Su's arm, his legs were weak and he almost slipped into the medicine pool.

Xiao Su pulled him into his arms again, and frowned slightly when he met Shang Zhaoyan's tear-filled eyes.

He shifted his gaze, and brushed the marks on Zhao Yan's chest with his fingertips: "Have you been abused?"

Zhaoyan was poked in pain, lowered his eyes and refused to answer.

"Why?" Xiao Su continued to ask.

Zhaoyan's hand that fell under the medicine pool slowly clenched into a fist, shook his head, and whispered, "It's okay."

"Since I have accepted you as the cauldron, I have the right to know everything about you." Xiao Su said in a strong tone, "If you have enemies, please ask me, it's not like I can't help you."

"No, no." Zhao Yan's voice was hoarse, and the tears that had swirled in his eyes just now had fallen to the corners of his eyes, and he quickly wiped them away, "Thank you."

Xiao Su saw that he refused to answer, the confusion in his eyes turned into a thick black mist, but disappeared in an instant.

Zhaoyan sniffled, accidentally caught a glimpse of Xiao Su's hands on his waist in the medicine pool, and his body became stiff immediately.

The man's tight abdominal muscles were clinging to his stomach, and the touch of his skin was extraordinarily hot in the cold medicine pool.

Zhaoyan's cheeks were blushing, he wanted to stretch out his hand to push Xiao Su away, recalling Xiao Su's terrifying look when he was angry, he retracted his hand again.

"My body doesn't hurt anymore..." Zhaoyan lowered his head, the tips of his small ears were red, "Can you let me go ashore, I want to get dressed."

"Yes." Xiao Su said, and hugged Zhaoyan horizontally.

Zhaoyan opened his eyes wide in horror: "I, I don't need you to hug me, I can... walk..."

The last word, under the deterrence of Xiao Su's eyes, the voice was so small that it was almost inaudible.

"Lu Ding, isn't it born to like to be close to people?" Xiao Su stepped on the stone ladder and walked out of the medicine pond with Zhao Yan, "I have recognized you, and you don't need to hide this from me."

Zhaoyan: "..."

"You just said," Zhao Yan paused, "I don't have the function of a furnace..."

Xiao Su looked Zhaoyan up and down, and frowned: "This problem is really tricky."

Zhaoyan seemed to catch hope, and said anxiously: "I'm useless."

"The fragrance of the tripod is fragrant, the body of pure yin." Xiao Su put Zhaoyan on the ground, sniffed Zhaoyan's neck, and uttered the words of abuse, but acted as if it should be taken for granted, "I will bring you back At that time, you kept drilling into the bosom of this deity, isn't it the time to pick it, and you need a man to pick it?"

"No!" Zhao Yan shrank his neck, avoiding Xiao Su's frivolous approach, "Omega fever, they all have it. I mean, other omega are like this, not just me."

"That's right, the picking period is indeed available for every furnace." Xiao Su explained Zhaoyan's words to Zhaoyan in a way he could understand.

Zhaoyan was speechless.

But Zhaoyan still wants to explain: "It's different, Fengyue told me about the furnace, which is a magic weapon, but I am a human being."

"The cauldron needs a beautiful body as a carrier." Xiao Su's lips showed a mocking smile, "I'm afraid you have been wearing human skin for a long time, and have forgotten what you are?"

"That's not it!" Zhao Yan was very frustrated, his cheeks flushed red with anxiety, "I'm human!"

Xiao Su not only ignored Zhaoyan's dissatisfaction, but also took advantage of his height to comfort Zhaoyan's head: "I will nourish you with medicine in the near future. For the pleasure of the furnace."

Zhaoyan looked up at Xiao Su's charming and handsome young face, he wanted to refuse, but Xiao Su's palm on his head was so warm that he forgot to move for a moment.

When my mother was still around, my father's hands were also warm.

But in a daze, Xiao Su was already fully dressed.

He threw the clothes on Zhaoyan: "From now on follow the deity, starting from gathering Qi, the deity will teach you how to practice."

Zhao Yan pulled off the clothes covering his head, and looked at Xiao Su with bewildered eyes, as if he didn't understand what the other party was saying.

However, Xiao Su didn't intend to explain, he just spread out his palm silently, and a spell appeared out of thin air in the palm of his hand, which turned into a wisp of thick mist, before Zhao Yan could react, it went straight into the center of his brow.

There was no discomfort between the eyebrows, but Zhaoyan still covered his forehead in discomfort: "What?"

"Forbidden."

Zhaoyan didn't understand even more, he hugged the clothes in his hands tightly, wondering where to start asking.

Xiao Su raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the thin but white shoulders exposed on the other side: "Why, you plan to go out with this deity naked?"

"No, I want to get dressed." Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan no longer entangled with Xiao Su's words just now, turned his back and quickly began to put on the clothes that cover his body.

"Restrictions within a radius of one mile." Xiao Su's eyes did not hide his words, but he leisurely admired the opponent's clumsy posture, "Don't try to get too far away from the deity, or you will bear the consequences."

This time Zhaoyan understood the other party's words, and the hand on the belt trembled.