The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"What, what's the matter..." Zhao Yan was frightened by Xiao Su's expression, he stopped his movements stiffly, his brown eyes were filled with fear and panic.

Xiao Su stood in front of Zhaoyan in an instant, pinched Zhaoyan's wrist, and carefully looked at the remaining white aura between his fingers.

"What happened between you and Yun Xiangyi?" Xiao Su's voice was low, and he couldn't stop squeezing Zhaoyan's hand, "Why does his aura keep following you?"

"It hurts a little..." Zhaoyan's lips trembled, and he wanted to pull his arm out of the opponent's palm, "Xiao...su..."

Xiao Su seemed to realize that Zhaoyan couldn't bear it, and slowly loosened the restraint on him.

Zhao Yan hurriedly hid the liberated wrist behind his back, and the handprint belonging to Xiao Su left on it was slightly powdered.

"Explain." Xiao Su repeated.

"I can't remember..." Zhao Yan tried his best to recall the scene at that time, because Xiao Su suddenly became fierce, his eyes gradually turned red, "I walked into the water, and there was spiritual power in the water, which made my stomach hurt... ...he pulled me up and hugged me for a while, and the stomach pain stopped..."

When Xiao Su heard the word "hug", flames rose between his brows, and his voice also increased: "He hugged you, don't you struggle?"

Zhaoyan hung his head anxiously, and explained in a low voice, "I don't have a stomachache and I have the strength to stand still, so I didn't let him hug me..."

Xiao Su closed his eyes, and laughed angrily after hearing his words.

He grabbed Zhaoyan and restrained the other's slender body: "Why is Yun Xiangyi hugging you?"

As he spoke, his hot hand landed on Zhao Yan's waist, and he pinched it: "He put his hand here?"

"Or here?" Xiao Su's hand slid down Zhao Yan's curve again, and landed on his hip, "Do you like to be touched like this? Just a man?"

"No, no..." Zhao Yan was insulted until the blood on his lips drained, but because it was Xiao Su who touched him, he didn't dodge, "It's not hugging me like this, he didn't touch me..."

Xiao Su stopped his movements, restrained his annoyed smile, and said coldly, "How do you hug?"

Zhaoyan felt Xiao Su's anger, looked at the other party with tears in his eyes, and grievances slipped down his face: "It's really because his body hurts so much that he can't move, so he touches me to save me..."

"Holding you, and injecting spiritual power into you." Xiao Su recalled Zhaoyan's drenched appearance that day. Your pants are filled with spiritual power through dual cultivation, that's why the spiritual power penetrates into the tripod chamber..."

"Don't say that!" Zhao Yan interrupted Xiao Su, all the blood on his little face faded away.Trembling, he stretched out his arms to hug Xiao Su, crawled into his arms and cried, "I don't double cultivate with others, and I don't want others to hug me. Don't say such things, I can't accept them, and I can't listen to them at all... "

Xiao Su was stunned by Zhao Yan's initiative to hug him.

He looked down at the person in his arms, and took a deep breath. The annoyance he felt just now tended to dissipate after he felt the shaking of the other person's pitiful body.

He finally realized that he had spoken too seriously.

"Don't take it to heart." Xiao Su has been in a high position for thousands of years, and he has never lowered his posture to talk to others. Hanshan Demon Cultivator is under his control, and immortal cultivators are fate to him. He took it seriously.

Ke Zhaoyan feels uncomfortable because of his words now, and his heart seems to be tugged, feeling uncomfortable.

Xiao Su hugged his body back, patted his back lightly, and sighed: "Sorry, I lost control."

Zhaoyan clutched the clothes behind him tightly, buried his face in Xiao Su's warm chest, choked and shook his head, and said with a strong cry: "I, I'm not angry...it's okay..."

"It's okay to cry like this." Xiao Su looked down at the top of his hair, and said in a deep and gentle voice, "You are the furnace of this deity, and this deity does not want you to get close to anyone other than this deity, especially It's Yun Xiangyi."

"...I understand..." Zhaoyan's hot tears wet the opponent's clothes, he tightly hugged Xiao Su's body, and a pair of crying red eyes protruded from his arms, "I don't, just get close to them."

"En." Seeing that he had almost recovered, Xiao Su pulled him out of his arms and felt his pulse.

Zhaoyan stretched out his hand obediently, his eyelids drooped and he dared not move.

He didn't know anything about spiritual power, and he couldn't find out in time because he was distracted during cultivation. If Xiao Su really wanted to blame him, he felt that he was indeed at fault.

So I was afraid that Xiao Su would scold him again.

So he shrugged his shoulders and didn't even want to open his eyes.

"When I was practicing... I couldn't concentrate..." Zhao Yan said truthfully, "I was thinking about other things... I'm sorry..."

"Idiot." Xiao Su scolded him, "I don't have any wisdom roots in cultivation."

Zhaoyan pursed his lips, and whispered back: "There is no way."

Xiao Su pulled a smile on his lips, he stopped to check the pulse, and supported the back of the other's head with one hand, letting Zhao Yan's dodging eyes look at him: "Tsk, because it's a stove, so you think you can be lazy?"

"That...not really." Xiao Su's handsome face was clearly reflected in Zhao Yan's beautiful pupils, "I heard that you have other furnaces, so I think you have occupied too much of my attention."

Xiao Su frowned.

A few seconds later, a smile slowly spread on his lips, perhaps in order to conceal the embarrassment that flashed in his eyes, he rubbed Zhaoyan's hair indiscriminately, making them into a mess: "Although your mouth doesn't speak well, the content is very interesting."

Zhaoyan looked up at Xiao Su, and rolled his eyes with a smile.

The aura that Yun Xiangyi left hidden in Zhaoyan's body, used to track Zhaoyan's whereabouts, was finally crushed by Xiao Su in Zhaoyan's body.

After Zhao Yan was warned countless times not to run around, he was finally able to walk with Xiao Su in the cold mountain parade.

He stared at Xiao Su's hand hanging by his side for a long time, took a few deep breaths, summoned up his courage, stretched out his five fingers, and firmly clasped the other's hand.

Xiao Su stopped immediately, looked back at Zhaoyan.

"We are in a relationship." Zhao Yan replied with a blushing face, and the place where Xiao Su's palm touched was nervously sweating slightly, "In love, we need to hold hands."

Xiao Su was very awkward.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Su was about to withdraw his hand, but he caught sight of Zhao Yan's weeping look, and after his expression froze for a few seconds, he said helplessly, "Forget it, it's up to you."

Zhao Yan instantly beamed with joy, and when he started to walk again, he tilted his head and glanced at Xiao Su's side face for several times, the curve of the corner of his lips remained unchanged.

The surrounding disciples came and went frequently, seeing Xiao Su and Lu Ding being so close, they couldn't help but glance at them.

"This cauldron is very tricky." A disciple waited for Xiao Su to walk away, then lowered his voice and said to the people next to him, "Last time, the demon venerable sent your lord a beautiful furnace, and the guarding demon cultivator witnessed the whole process , Said that the master didn't even look at it, so he asked the demon master to take him back."

"I see that Your Majesty's current furnace figure is just average." Others commented, "I heard that it hasn't had any effect even today, why is Your Majesty treating him so special..."

"The salute is packed, and you are too idle to stand in the middle of the road and chew your tongue?"

The moment after Qinghan's voice came, the two disciples widened their eyes in fright, and hurriedly took two steps back to make way for Zhexi: "I know my mistake, I shouldn't talk too much!"

"You guys are talking too much!" Zhexi glanced coldly at the two of them, "It's not up to you to talk about your Majesty's affairs. If there is a next time, each of you will get [-] slaps!"

"Thank you master for your forgiveness!"

Zhexi withdrew her gaze and continued to walk forward, but the moment she raised her eyes, her footsteps froze in place.

Xiao Su and Zhao Yan's backs that were drifting away appeared in his eyes, and the interlocking fingers made Zhexi's long and narrow eyes slowly sink.

The folding fan in his hand was clenched tighter and tighter, and it trembled visibly to the naked eye.

The next moment, he flicked his sleeves and turned and walked in the opposite direction, breathing heavily.

The disciples looked at each other, seeming to understand a little bit, but under Zhe Xi's warning just now, they dared not say a word.

In the evening, after playing for a day, Zhaoyan took a shower, sat at the table and took a stack of papers, and began to prepare to teach Zhexi and the others.

Holding the brush in a non-standard posture, he tilted his head and asked Xiao Su who was walking over: "I want to know, what do you want me to teach them?"

"Information." Xiao Su pulled Zhao Yan up from the chair and sat on his lap.

Zhaoyan adjusted his posture on his lap and pondered for a while: "For example, shall we meet at Hanshan at seven o'clock tomorrow night?"

Xiao Su put his arms around his waist: "That's right."

"Time, place, and person." Zhaoyan wrote these three key words on the paper, "What about the pronunciation? Do you want to teach them how to read it?"

"No need, I will teach within seven days." Xiao Su's hand began to walk along the curve of his body, weighing, "It seems to have grown some flesh."

"Seven days?" Zhaoyan opened his eyes slightly, because the pressure was a little heavy, and his mood sank a little, "Is it the time and place where you only learn the most commonly used ones? There are many things to learn in English..."

"Commonly used. Lingshan, Hanshan, Jinshan, Luomei Pavilion, Cangxue Town, today and tomorrow, day in and day out, and evening at night." Xiao Su said a lot at once, "List them out and let them learn."

"Ah." Zhaoyan suddenly realized, "Then I, list them, and they will compare them, and just learn how to combine them."

Xiao Su nodded: "That's what I mean."

After clarifying what Xiao Su wanted, Zhao Yan felt that the seven days seemed to be possible, so he began to write down the frequently used words on the paper according to Xiao Su's instructions.

"Fortunately, I have learned your timekeeping method in Chinese." Zhaoyan said with crooked eyebrows as he wrote, "I often, but I can't remember. But because the exam will test cultural knowledge, I use the ancient timekeeping method to make own study plan."

After writing "Midnight" and "midnight" on the paper, Zhao Yan continued to murmur, "From eleven o'clock in the evening to one o'clock, also known as the third watch, midnight or midnight, I will use this time to review and consolidate what I have learned in the day. Knowledge."

Xiao Su couldn't hear clearly what Zhaoyan was thinking, but the appearance of the other party sitting upright and writing was very attractive.

The slender eyelids are lowered, and the eyes are fixed on the paper, the pink and full lips are slightly pressed together, and the well-behaved and docile appearance is pleasing to the eye.

For the first time, Little Thing sat next to him without paying attention to him.

Not long after, Zhaoyan's cheeks suddenly "chuckled" and flushed red.

He shyly sat on Xiao Su's lap and moved his butt, his hand holding the writing brush was trembling: "You..."

Xiao Su wrapped him in his arms, kissed Zhaoyan's neck little by little, kissed and bit, and said vaguely: "Write quickly, I want to cultivate both."

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Their conversation is straightforward:

Zhao Yan: I learned a little from studying at night.

Xiao Su: I want to sleep with you. 】