The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhaoyan's brown eyes turned into small crescents: "Okay."

After Fengyue left, he lowered his head and concentrated on eating.

He was really used to sitting on Xiao Su's legs. From the beginning, he was restless on Xiao Su's body, but now he feels very delicately that the bench is sticking to his buttocks.

Zhaoyan stuffed food into his mouth while looking outside the door.

There was only the blue sky and lonely clouds and wild cranes outside. After the disciples and guards left, the place was deserted and deserted.In Xiao Su's absence, Zhao Yan felt more and more flustered.

I don't know if I'm idle, or I'm worried about the unknown future.

Thinking of this, Zhaoyan suddenly put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Without him to support the family, my father doesn't know if he can take care of himself alone.Maybe, if the father can't get the money to buy alcohol, he won't be able to drink alcohol. When he is sober, his father is not unable to take care of himself.

Maybe not, what if my father sells the things in the house for money...

Zhaoyan slowly raised his hand and landed on his warm belly.

There is no way to easily say whether to go back or not, with his body, and Xiao Su who only exists in this world...

"Senior Brother Zhemo is here." Fengyue's clear voice immediately interrupted Zhaoyan's thoughts.

Zhaoyan raised his head abruptly, meeting Shang Zhemo's gaze.

He quickly stood up from his seat, bowing his head stiffly.The next second, he hastily touched his neck, and it was empty.

The neckband was damaged by Yun Xiangyi, and Xiao Su hadn't had time to fix it for him, so now, Zhemo must be able to smell his body...

Zhaoyan's cheeks flushed instantly in embarrassment, and he greeted him with a stuttering voice: "Zhe, Zhemo."

Zhemo nodded slightly: "Fengyue said that your lord's bed is broken."

"En." Zhaoyan nodded, turned around, and led Zhemo to walk to the bed.

He deliberately stepped up his steps to put a distance between him and Zhemo.

"Here." Zhaoyan lifted the quilt, revealing a cracked bed board underneath.The bed board doesn't look like it's made of ordinary wood, it has a brownish-red hue, which is very beautiful.

"How did your lord break it?" Zhemo walked to the side of the bed and glanced down, then lifted his robe and squatted down, put the broken part back in place, and repaired it bit by bit with spiritual power.

"Your Majesty punched me." Zhao Yan recalled, "He was very angry at that time."

Zhemo slowly raised his eyelids, turned his head to look at Zhaoyan.

It is not polite to ask about other people's private affairs, but the scene I saw in the cave today has repeatedly surfaced in my mind and I can't get rid of it.

Zhe Mo frowned, and then asked: "How is your relationship with Your Majesty?"

"Huh?" Zhaoyan was taken aback.

Fengyue also opened her eyes wide in surprise, and after a while she smiled maliciously: "Senior Brother Zhemo, I never thought you would be curious about His Majesty's feelings."

Zhemo quietly repeated: "How does Your Majesty treat you?"

Zhao Yan blushed, twisted his fingers awkwardly: "Very, very good... I woke up, Your Majesty is happy..."

"You said he was very angry." Zhemo pressed.

"Your Majesty thought that I was bullied outside, so I was angry." Zhao Yan replied.

"Yeah." Zhemo nodded, "I already know."

Fengyue answered: "Zhaoyan has been in a coma for the past few days, and His Majesty has been completely out of his mind. He also asks me to bring hot porridge every once in a while, saying that Zhaoyan wants to drink when he wakes up. A bowl of porridge has been heated back and forth several times. When it’s not fresh, do it again. Repeat this for five days until Zhaoyan wakes up.”

"I asked His Majesty if he wanted to prepare medicine for his cultivation, and he said there was no rush." ​​Fengyue added, "Because Zhaoyan is not awake, he has no intention of recovering his spiritual power at all."

The bed board gradually recovered, Zhe Mo withdrew his hand: "You and Your Majesty are in love with each other."

Zhao Yan lowered his eyes in embarrassment, couldn't help but look at his stomach, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Well, I do too, I like your lord."

Zhemo covered the quilt again, tidied the edges and corners until there was no wrinkle, and then he stood up from the ground: "Your Majesty is not a person who does not mean what he says, is heartless and ungrateful."

Talkative advice.

But Zhemo couldn't look coldly at the matter between His Majesty and Lu Ding.

"Ah, um, I know." Although Zhaoyan didn't understand Zhemo's intention of saying this, he agreed with the content of the other party's words.

"The bed board has been repaired." Zhe Mo said, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Brother Zhemo, are you going to Jinshan?" Fengyue followed behind him and walked towards the exit together.

"Not going for the time being." Zhe Mo said, "If you have something to pass on a spell to me, you don't have to come to find it yourself, I can receive it in Hanshan."

"Oh, I'm going to Jinshan, and I thought I could be with Senior Brother Zhemo." Fengyue sighed, "Senior Brother Zheyu has news that some disciples have injuries that he can't heal and need my help."

"Be careful all the way." Zhe Mo instructed, and stepped out.

Fengyue followed closely behind.

After a while, she suddenly turned back, poked her head into the door, and said to Zhao Yan: "I prepared dinner in advance and put it in the kitchen. If I don't have time to come back tonight, you can warm it up a little."

"Okay, thank you Sister Fengyue." Zhaoyan answered with a smile.

Fengyue smiled back.

After everyone left, the day was extremely boring.

After eating, Zhaoyan lay on the table in a daze for a long time, the surroundings were really flustered, and he began to practice passing spells in the room.

Over and over again, reward yourself with a sour plum if you succeed, and have fun.

Cold Mountain Cave.

After enduring the bone-piercing pain, Xiao Su finally opened his eyes after being unconscious for several hours.

Seeing this, Zhexi quickly lifted him up from his arms, seemed a little nervous, he paused for a moment before asking: "Is your body okay?"

Xiao Su's pupils were filled with a black mist, almost covering all the whites of his eyes.As if he heard his words, but also didn't seem to hear, Xiao Su only moved his eyes slightly, but didn't answer.

Zaoxi watched his reaction for a while, then frowned in confusion.

After a while, he lowered his head and took out a red rope infused with medicinal power from his waist, and broke it into two pieces, one was wrapped around Xiao Su's wrist, and the other half was wrapped around his own.

Inject spiritual energy into the rope, so that the mind-manipulating medicine in Xiao Su's body echoes with the medicine on the rope.

After finishing all this, Zhexi spoke again: "Xiao Su."

This time, the black mist in Xiao Su's eyes dissipated, but what was revealed was empty eyes.He responded with a dull voice, like a controlled puppet: "I am here."

Zhexi's joy overwhelmed Xiao Su's displeasure because of his expressionless face, and he asked urgently, "Do you know who I am?"

Xiao Su slowly turned his head to Zhe Xi, whose eyes were full of expectation, looked at him for a long time, moved his lips several times, but did not utter an answer.

Zhexi's expression dimmed a little while waiting.

Xiao Su still looked at him dully, his dark pupils clearly reflected Zhe Xi's figure, but he didn't seem to know him.

Zhexi did not expect such a result.

The hand hanging by his side was gradually clenched, and he took several deep breaths to adjust his emotions to no avail. He gave the command as if to vent his anger: "Hold me."

Xiao Su moved.

He raised his hand and encircled Zexi's body.

The scorching heat was transmitted to Zhexi's skin through the light and thin clothes of the two of them.

Zhe Xi only hesitated for a moment, then embraced her tightly.

He sniffed the sweet sandalwood on Xiao Su's body, and the corners of his eyes were a little red: "Is your hand holding the stove so hot? How did he react? He smiled happily?"

The successive questions were too complicated, and Xiao Su, who lost his self-awareness, couldn't answer. He kept his original posture, but didn't make any sound.

"Why didn't you answer?" Zhexi grabbed Xiao Su's clothes tightly, he was a little annoyed, "What method did Lu Ding use to confuse you? Why would you rather choose him than take another look at me?"

Xiao Su remained silent.

Zhexi took a deep breath, leaned on Xiao Su's shoulder, raised his narrow eyelids, and asked masochistically, "You don't remember me, so do you know who Lu Ding is?"

The ear continued to be silent.

A smile appeared on Zhexi's lips: "Have you forgotten him too, he is nothing more than that, you..."

"Speak."

A sudden voice interrupted Zhexi's words.

Zhe Xi's eyes widened in disbelief, and met Xiao Su's gaze: "What did you say?"

"The cauldron is words." Xiao Su obediently repeated the order.

There seemed to be thunder rumbling in Zhexi's chest, he stared blankly at Xiao Su's expression that couldn't move a single nerve on his face when he spoke, his beautiful peach eyes were full of disappointment, shock, anger, sadness...

Then, all these emotions turned into a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Even if it's already like this, you still can't forget him... Hehe, hehe..." Zhexi closed his eyes and shook his head in pain.

Then, he stretched out his hand and hugged Xiao Su tightly, hugging him harder and harder, murmuring absently and almost madly: "I will not let you to him, absolutely not... I love you more than anyone else, I stand You have followed you for thousands of years, why, why don't you look back at me..."

"He can't help you, but I can go through fire and water for you. I am the most powerful disciple of Hanshan who will charge for you with just one command. You said that I am better than anyone else, Xiao Su. You have forgotten all this ……"

"Xiao Su, Xiao Su..."

Xiao Su's eyes were dark, and he stared blankly at a part of the cave wall without any reaction.

The sky gradually darkened.

The wind was flowing at a very slow speed in the air, kissed the branches, and said goodbye to the branches in a hurry.

Zhaoyan couldn't wait for Xiao Su to come, his stomach was rumbling with hunger, and he had no appetite to eat.

He got out of bed and looked at the door for a long time, but there was still no one in sight.

Zhaoyan sighed, and was about to turn around when a figure suddenly appeared out of the corner of his eye that caught his attention instantly.

A quick smile spread on his lips, he lifted his robe and ran towards Xiao Su, wrapped his arms around the other's waist tightly, looked up at Xiao Su's chin, smiled and bent his eyes: "You are back, let's go, Eat. Fengyue said that she has gone to Jinshan, let's go to the kitchen together tonight, okay?"

After Zhaoyan finished speaking, he couldn't wait for a reply for a long time.

He blinked in confusion, and let go of Xiao Su.

Only then did he notice that in the darkness, Zhexi was still standing by Xiao Su's side.

Xiao Su was holding Zhe Xi's hand at this time, even when he threw himself into Xiao Su's arms, their hands did not let go.

[The author has something to say: This is a sweet pet article, you have to have confidence in me~]