The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhao Yan's eyes were drooping in his arms, Xiao Su's hot lips were on his cheeks, his little face was flushed red, and the tips of his ears were shyly congested with blood.

He should be happy, Xiao Su is not an irresponsible bad guy, he is much, much better than many alphas who drag omega to abortion in real life.

But no matter how tightly Xiao Su hugged him, he couldn't get rid of the uneasiness trembling in Zhao Yan's heart at the moment.

There are too many unknown things, Xiao Su doesn't understand, but Zhao Yan has to be prepared for the worst outcome, he is experiencing anxiety personally, no one can help him.

Xiao Su finally ran to buy sour plums and maltose for Zhaoyan.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Zhaoyan saw the arrogant and arrogant demon running back with a sugar bag in his hands, and then gently embraced himself in his arms. He felt an indescribable sense of disobedience and illusion. It was criss-crossing in his mind, making him happy and frightened.

"I bought it at the market outside Luomei Hall." Xiao Su opened the sugar bag, pinched a piece of maltose and brought it to Zhao Yan's lips, "It is the place where immortal cultivators gather. There is no trace of fireworks in a radius of ten miles, so you have to wait for a long time." gone."

"It's okay." Zhaoyan opened his mouth to hold the candy, and the sweet and greasy taste spread on the tip of his tongue at the same time, "Thank you, it's delicious."

Xiao Su put his chin on his shoulder, his dark eyes stared at Zhao Yan's stomach without blinking, his expression focused and full of curiosity.

A few minutes later, he couldn't bear it anymore, and reached out to touch it for the umpteenth time.

"Why didn't the stomach get bigger?" Xiao Su frowned, "Do you feel pain?"

"It doesn't hurt." Zhaoyan smiled, "Why does it hurt? You said it's only been a month."

"Oh." Xiao Su replied, after thinking for a while, he suddenly pulled Zhaoyan's belt away impatiently.

Zhaoyan quickly grabbed his arm to stop him from moving: "Why do you want it?"

"Take off your clothes." Xiao Su said.

Zhaoyan: "?"

"This deity wants to know how your body structure is different from this deity." Xiao Su said seriously, "This deity has lived for thousands of years, and it is unheard of for a man to conceive. You lie on the bed and let this deity check."

"It's all the same..." Zhaoyan's scalp tingled when he heard it, he swallowed the maltose in his mouth, and replied, "I'm a man, and you're not, I haven't seen it before."

"in."

"How can you see it inside?" Zhaoyan's eyes widened in surprise, and he immediately pulled back his belt, "Don't be curious, I don't want to show it to you."

"Tch." Xiao Su withdrew his hand in a lack of interest, while showing disdain, his eyes were still fixed on the opponent's lower abdomen, "It's so rare to really be the deity."

"It didn't make you special." Zhao Yan leaned into his arms and muttered softly, with a slightly unhappy expression on his face.

Xiao Su noticed this, and stretched out his hand to tug on Zhaoyan's fair face: "The little thing has a lot of temper."

Zhaoyan's face was stretched out of shape, and tears welled up in his eyes at the same time due to the pain: "Xiao Su, it hurts so much..."

Xiao Su let go of his hand immediately, and hugged Zhaoyan again.

Xu Shi was really afraid that Zhaoyan would be sad, so he raised the sugar bag in his hand and changed the subject: "Do you still eat?"

"En." Zhao Yan responded with a crying voice, his eyelashes were sticky wet from tears, and he didn't care to wipe it, so he opened his mouth to receive the candy that Xiao Su sent to his lips.

The shape of the candy was irregular, and his little face was puffed up.

Zhaoyan was coaxed, he lowered his eyes, raised his hand to rub his eyes: "I want to eat sour plums in a while."

"Yeah." Xiao Su's lips curled into a smile, and he habitually put his hand on the opponent's head, ruffling Zhaoyan's hair: "It's all up to you."

Zhaoyan was fed half a bag of sugar and half a bag of sour plums by Xiao Su, and drank the tea in the pot before resting contentedly on Xiao Su's arms.

Xiao Su kissed his forehead, because of the existence of the little thing in his arms, his mood was as soft as the surface of a lake blown by warm wind, like flowers swaying in the air, comfortable and joyful.

It's getting dark.

A spell with red letters on a black background appeared in the air, and Xiao Su reached out to catch it.

Zhexi can be regarded as a flexible learner, even if he looks down on Zhaoyan, the information on the charm paper is expressed in English.

After reading it for a while, Xiao Su understood the word "Dong".

He glanced out the window and felt that it was almost time, so he leaned over and kissed Zhao Yan's face forcefully: "Get up."

Zhaoyan mumbled a dazed "hmm", but didn't move his body.

"You 'um' fart." Xiao Su picked up his lips and smiled, seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, he shook his body lightly, "Zhao Yan."

When Zhaoyan heard someone calling him, his eyelashes trembled, and his voice sounded vaguely sleepy: "...I'm here."

"It's time to get up." Xiao Su said.

Zhaoyan finally opened his eyes.

He looked up at Xiao Su's chin, and out of omega's instinct to be close to his partner, he leaned over and kissed her.

The lips are soft and full to the touch, and the love on them is full of obvious body temperature.

Xiao Su immediately kissed back, bit Zhaoyan's lips red, and then helped him to sit on the bed, and handed over the spell: "The news about Zhexi, what do you mean?"

"Let me take a look." Zhaoyan tried hard to wake himself up. He looked down at the irregular English words on the talisman, and translated word by word, "He Xiaochuan, Dongmen Residence, Xushi, be careful."

"It's time to go." Knowing the time and place, Xiao Su lifted the quilt, "You go with the deity."

"Okay." Zhaoyan got off the bed.

After tidying up the clothes, Zhaoyan caught a glimpse of the things on the table, and hurried over to put the leftover half bag of sugar and sour plums into his sleeves.

Xiao Su: "You like to eat so much?"

Zhaoyan smiled embarrassedly, the pure pear blossoms in the corners of his eyes bloomed the moment his eyebrows were bent: "I like it."

"Come here." Xiao Su held out his hand to him.

Zhaoyan put his hand in his palm, and their fingers were intertwined like vines.

"Don't yell out no matter what you see for a while." Xiao Su instructed, "It's small to disturb the monks in Luomei Pavilion, but Lingshan is also involved this time, and Yun Xiangyi may be nearby."

"I remember." Zhao Yan replied, "I need to keep quiet."

"Well, if you are afraid, just close your eyes." Xiao Su added cheekily, "But I know you are timid and can't see the world, so I suggest you hide in the arms of the deity, so as not to spoil the deity's affairs."

"it is good."

As soon as Zhaoyan finished answering, he slipped into Xiao Su's arms, raised his face and smiled, "Now, I want you to hug me."

Xiao Su's wish came true, the smile on his mouth could no longer be restrained, he was obviously happy in his heart, but he wanted to look disgusted: "It's so sticky."

Zhao Yan pretended not to hear Xiao Su's words, and hugged him tightly.

After a stick of incense, the two avoided all eyeliners and arrived at He Xiaochuan's East Residence.

Xiao Su took Zhaoyan up to the roof, and led him to squat down slowly.

He lifted the roof tiles and looked down at the scene inside the house.

Sitting on the bed, with beards all over his face, a strong build, about five or sixty years old, is He Xiaochuan, the current owner of Luomei Pavilion.

The person sitting on He Xiaochuan's lap is Zhexi.

He was always dressed in black, with a cold and aloof appearance, his pair of peach blossom eyes never looked directly at anyone other than Xiao Su, his haughty appearance was like a glamorous peacock, not easy to get close to.

But now he is wearing a red dress, with a red crown and curly hair, his waist is exposed, and his skin is better than snow.The corners of the eyes and the brows are full of amorous feelings, and the charm of the peach blossom eyes is revealed wantonly at this moment.

Zhaoyan saw He Xiaochuan put his hand on Zhexi's waist.

Zhexi's brows were clearly furrowed, but he forced himself to maintain the smile on his lips, and his voice was cold: "Is the owner no longer eating?"

"Use it." He Xiaochuan's voice was rough, and his fingers caressed obscenely on Zhexi's face, "Isn't this just about to taste my beauty and enjoy my feast?"

Zhexi smiled and didn't answer the words.

He tilted his head slightly, and kissed He Xiaochuan's fingertips: "Should I wait for the owner to take a bath?"

"What kind of bath!" He Xiaochuan immediately turned over and imprisoned Zhexi under his body, "I have eaten too many cute things in recent years, and you are such a flirtatious variety, which just helps me relieve my boredom."

"Relieve the tiredness." Zhexi's voice became a little colder, "Can I only use it to relieve the tiredness?"

"Ouch." He Xiaochuan was amused by his pretending to be annoyed, and he coaxed with interest, "How can you, you have served me well today, and I will keep you in the hall to ensure that you will not worry about food and clothing in the future. Enjoy all the glory and wealth, and no longer have to be sold here and there, and live a miserable life of being displaced."

There was a contemptuous smile on Zhexi's lips, and his long and narrow eyes reflected the other person's face: "How do you serve me, what else do you want?"

"Hahaha." He Xiaochuan began to tear at his clothes, "You don't know what I want?"

Zhaoyan was startled when he saw it, he tightened Xiao Su's clothes, not knowing when Xiao Su would be able to go down to help.

However, Xiao Su remained expressionless and continued to wait and see.

Zhexi's red belt fell to the ground.

He Xiaochuan bowed his head and kissed his snow-white neck.

Zhexi's hand that had fallen on the bed slowly lifted up and landed on He Xiaochuan's back.

caress.

once, twice...

The dagger in the sleeve showed its sharpness little by little with his actions, shining brightly under the candlelight.

In the blink of an eye, the hand rises and the knife falls.

"Ah—" The sharp blade pierced into the flesh, and blood overflowed, He Xiaochuan screamed in pain.

Xu Shi expected that Zexi would make a second attack, he glanced sideways, quickly grabbed Zexi's wrist with his backhand, and forced it backwards.

The dagger fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Zhexi groaned in pain, trying to get out of the confinement, He Xiaochuan took advantage of this and hit him on the shoulder.

Zhexi was knocked off the bed by him, rolled several times along the ground, clutched his shoulder and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You dare to plot against me?" He Xiaochuan sneered, clutching his neck, "You unknown ants, seek death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out the purple bell around his waist and began to shake it. The spiritual power in the bell spread out round and round, but just before breaking through the house and summoning the guards, he was struck back by a strong evil spirit. .

He Xiaochuan took a few steps back in shock, he looked around in disbelief, and shouted loudly: "Who else? Come out!"

Xiao Su pursed his lips and smiled, holding Zhaoyan with one hand, turning into a cloud of black mist and appearing in front of He Xiaochuan, with a playful tone: "Are you looking for the deity?"

After Zhaoyan landed on the ground, he hurriedly walked towards Zhexi, bending over to help Zhexi up from the ground.

However, Zhexi waved Zhaoyan's hand that fell on him mercilessly, and uttered a word in a low voice: "Get lost."

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