The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

=============================

Zhaoyan tried to withdraw his hand from Xiao Su's palm, but Xiao Su's force was too strong. After the attempt failed, he leaned close to Xiao Su's ear and whispered: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Xiao Su glanced at him.

Zhaoyan, who wanted to continue speaking, slowly lowered his head after meeting the overly threatening eyes, grabbed his dirty clothes and stopped talking.

"Your Majesty, we didn't do anything to the furnace..." Zhe Yu looked up at Zhaoyan's arm, frowned, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly realized something, suddenly realized, and immediately changed his words, "The disciple accidentally injured the furnace, Please forgive me."

"He didn't do it on purpose." Zhaoyan whispered this sentence, "He doesn't know, I'm in the woods..."

Xiao Su glared at him for the second time, glaring at the limp appearance of the person in his arms, glaring at his temperament of swallowing his anger.

Zhao Yan could feel the sight from above his head that almost pierced his blood even without raising his head.

But he really didn't want to cause trouble anymore.

A few days after he came here, Xiao Su punished Hanshan disciple for him, and Zhe Mo's leg relapsed because of it.In addition, all the disciples of Hanshan left the place where they lived for decades or even hundreds of years because of him.

He has brought too much trouble, and he doesn't want Han Shan to be uneasy again and again because of him.

So Zhaoyan took a deep breath, summoned up the courage to look up at Xiao Su, and showed a submissive smile: "I know why you want me to practice. I will practice hard in the future, and I will not be lazy again."

Xiao Su was unmoved: "What do you want to express?"

"Can you, don't be angry." Zhaoyan said, reaching out to hold Xiao Su tightly, the soft hair on the top of his head brushed against Xiao Su's chin, and lay on Xiao Su's shoulder, soothing his voice softly, "It really doesn't hurt. Don't be angry, let's go eat."

"Lu Ding, do you think this is only your business?" Xiao Su retorted with one sentence, his attitude was still tough.

Zhaoyan pursed his lips, and continued: "In the future, I will practice cultivation, and I will never be lazy again. I know that spiritual power is important. You want me to practice because you want me to protect myself."

"You've grown all the way." Xiao Su's calm eyes improved, and he placed one hand on Zhao Yan's thin back, pressing Zhao Yan to his chest.

"Then let's go back and get the medicine." Zhao Yan answered immediately, and he said with a smile, "This trip is not fruitless."

When it came to taking medicine, Xiao Su instantly lost the patience to continue dealing with it.He condescendingly looked down at the three people kneeling on the ground, his anger still lingering, and he warned: "Since my furnace cauldron begged for you, I will let you go today. Of course, if you want to be expelled from Hanshan, just do it again."

"Thank you for your forgiveness."

The punishment in the second half of the sentence was too heavy, and Zhexi, Zhemo and Zheyu all changed their expressions when they heard the sound.

But Xiao Su didn't pay attention to their panic, and disappeared in place together with Zhao Yan.

As soon as the Demon Lord left, the evil spirit in the hall also disappeared.

The three breathed a sigh of relief, as if they finally got rid of the heavy mountain on their shoulders.

However, Zhexi's complexion never got better, and the folding fan in his hand became tighter and tighter, until it trembled with force.

Xiao Su took Zhaoyan directly to the medicine room.

At this moment, Fengyue is preparing dinner for Zhaoyan, so no one in the room disturbs her.

As the number of visits increased, Zhaoyan gradually got used to the smell inside.This time he didn't wrinkle his nose anymore, he obediently followed behind Xiao Su, step by step.

When he reached the medicine pool, Xiao Su stretched out his hand to pull Zhaoyan's belt.Xu Shi pulled the belt on his waist in the opposite direction, but Xiao Su didn't pull it off, but tightened it.

"Trouble." Xiao Su frowned, tore off his belt and threw it aside.

"Aren't you in a hurry." Zhaoyan sensed his anger and whispered, "I can do it myself."

Xiao Su took a deep breath, but he couldn't vent the boredom in his heart, all because of Zhao Yan's words of taking medicine back to his heart.

He was so angry that he didn't want to talk to Zhaoyan, he tore off Zhaoyan's clothes in twos and twos, and checked the other's injuries.

really.

Not only the arms, but also the hip bones and legs had abrasions of varying degrees.

Xiao Su's eyes tightened, he dragged him and pushed him into the medicine pool.

"Trash! With the blessing of the deity, you still have no spiritual power to protect your body! If Zhe Yu's spiritual power is not strong this time, your internal organs will be shattered."

Zhaoyan was taken aback by his yelling, and his eye circles turned red: "I'm sorry..."

He entered the medicine pool while being pushed by the opponent, the cold touch made him lose his footing, slipped accidentally, and almost fell into the medicine pool.

"I'll practice hard..." Zhaoyan tried hard to keep his feet steady, looked up at Xiao Su with his small face in the medicine pond, his lips trembled, "I won't be lazy next time."

Xiao Su tore off his black robe and followed into the medicine pool.

Seeing him coming down, Zhaoyan hurriedly leaned over.

"A little scratch, you actually need the deity to take a medicine pool for you to soak." Xiao Su's tone was fierce, mixed with disdain, helplessness, and irritability.

He grabbed Zhaoyan's shoulders and pulled him into his arms. Unhappy, he slipped his hand on the other's buttocks, and hit him hard without warning.

The crisp sound was wrapped in the splash caused by his actions, reaching Zhaoyan's ears.

"Ah!" Zhaoyan shrank in pain, and the tears that had swirled in his eyes suddenly fell down his face.

Xiao Su still wanted to hit him again, but Zhao Yan quickly hugged his arm, crying, "No, hit me... I won't be like this from now on..."

"Let go." Xiao Su ordered in a cold voice, with evil spirits all over his body, "Aren't you going to plead for them? You'd better watch them fight in front of you, and let their spirit energy rush freely in your body and ruin you If you want to die, there are many ways, not just angering the deity."

Zhaoyan shook his head desperately, he was too scared, and continued to beg for mercy with a crying voice: "I will really practice hard..."

Seeing that Xiao Su didn't respond, he put Xiao Su's hand on his waist, and kept pushing into Xiao Su's arms: "Can you hold me, next time I'll stay far away so I won't get hurt..."

He leaned over to kiss Xiao Su's shoulder, his lips were wet with tears.

But Xiao Su didn't kiss back.

Zhaoyan was so anxious that he raised his head and kissed his chin, kissing again and again, his wet eyelids drooped, covering more than half of his beautiful tearful pupils.

Xiao Su sighed.

The anger was rising and falling in his chest, and he couldn't exert it on Zhaoyan, and he was unwilling to swallow it.

"My lord..." He held back the words, Xiao Su stared at him for a long time, then suddenly clasped the back of his head with one hand, lowered his head and roughly bit his lips.

painful.

But now Zhaoyan doesn't hate this kind of sweet pain at all.

His slender body was tightly pressed against Xiao Su's ever-hot chest, and his whole heart warmed up.

"What are you twisting?" Xiao Su let go of him, a smile finally appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Yan hadn't recovered from the kiss just now, he looked at Xiao Su bewilderedly, and squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat: "Huh?"

"Just know how to rub against this deity." Xiao Su pinched his waist, his body softened all of a sudden, his little face flushed red.

"It's warm, it's so warm." Zhao Yan smiled and rolled his eyes, and leaned towards him again, his soft abdomen continued to rub against Xiao Su's tight abdominal muscles, the skin stained with the potion was greasy and ambiguous.

"Frozen to death, forget it." Xiao Su kissed his forehead, scolded with a smile, "Squeamish."

Zhaoyan also wanted to kiss his forehead, but hinted at Xiao Su several times, but Xiao Su didn't bow his head.

He couldn't even tiptoe to kiss, so he turned to the next best thing and kissed Xiao Su's Adam's apple.

Xiao Su's throat tightened suddenly.

"Have you taken your medicine?" Xiao Su's deep voice was tinged with sexy hoarseness, teasing Zhao Yan's sense of hearing wetly.

"Not yet." Zhao Yan shook his head, he turned around, blushing and said, "It's in the clothes, I'm going to eat now."

"Ah."

Obtained, Zhaoyan turned around and walked to the shore to reach for the medicine bottle on the shore.

Xiao Su was right behind him, and his eyes outlined the thin body curve of the other party. When he realized it, he had already embraced Zhao Yan's waist from behind, and kissed his slender back and protruding butterfly bones.

Zhaoyan lowered his head in embarrassment, his face flushed hot.

The following teaching and practice, Zhaoyan progressed very smoothly.

Zhexi and the others quickly grasped the content prepared by Zhaoyan, but after just five days, they were able to transmit basic information in English on paper with almost no difference.

However, they can only arrange simple words, and because grammar and other content are not important, Zhao Yan does not waste time teaching them.

For example: Immortal, attack, Han+Shan%2C+tomorrow.

Zhaoyan compiled a list of time, place, people, and common verbs for them, and the Chinese meanings were annotated with reference to the traditional characters in Xiuxianjie to facilitate their inquiries.

At night, Zhaoyan still pesters Xiao Su, asking Xiao Su to tell him what they often say when sending letters.At first Xiao Su followed his wishes, but later he was forced to think about it, Xiao Su became impatient.

But when he stares at Zhaoyan, Zhaoyan starts to cry.

Xiao Su had no choice but to restore all the messenger charms that had been burned in recent days, and read them to Zhaoyan one by one, helping Zhaoyan add new words to the vocabulary list.

Xiao Su was forced to memorize the contents of a few pieces of paper by Zhaoyan pulling him to watch him prepare the lesson plans every day.

Zhaoyan was very happy and gave him a "boo" on the face.

On the seventh day, Zhao Yan came to hand in the homework to Xiao Su and asked him to check the results.As a result, Xiao Su was very satisfied, Zhao Yan felt that he had finally worked, and he was very happy.

Another two weeks later, with Xiao Su's help, Zhao Yan's cultivation finally went from gathering Qi to refining his body.

That night, Zhaoyan, who had made progress, leaned comfortably on the bed, looked at Xiao Su who was walking towards the bed, and said with a smile: "XS+is+coming%2C+and+I+love+him.+Does+ he+love+me%3F"

Xiao Su: "?"

Zhaoyan shook his head, his brows and eyes were obedient, and there was a smile in his eyes: "No, it's nothing."

"Tomorrow, Japanese Venerable will go to Luomei Pavilion with Zhexi." Xiao Su changed the topic, "You need to accompany."

"En." Zhao Yan nodded, as long as he can stay with Xiao Su, it doesn't matter where he goes, "Did something happen?"

"Go and send some brats to Hades." Xiao Su sat beside Zhaoyan, who quickly moved into the bed.

Zhaoyan blinked, understood Xiao Su's meaning, and said "oh" softly.

"I see that your appetite has not been very good recently." Xiao Su lowered his eyes to look at Zhaoyan, and touched his forehead, "Do you feel unwell?"

[The author has something to say: Thanks to: CC2* trilobite, boo~

Thank you for your votes, refill~]