The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Xiao, Xiao Su..." Zhaoyan slowly raised his eyes, looked at Xiao Su in puzzlement, and then looked at their tightly holding hands.

Xiao Su ignored him.

"How many times have I warned you that you are not worthy of calling your lord by his name!" Zhe Xi separated Zhao Yan and Xiao Su, and warned sharply, "Next time, I will slash your mouth. .”

Zhao Yan was scared by his oppressive aura and took a few steps back. He looked at Xiao Su again as if he was asking for help, but Xiao Su looked ahead, and he was not in his eyes.

"You have been living in your lord's cold palace?" Zhe Xi asked.

Zhaoyan immediately lowered his head, hiding his red eye sockets: "Yes."

"Tonight," Zhe Xi paused, and then changed his words, "From now on, you are not allowed to step into His Majesty's bedroom again, did you hear me?"

"But I don't live, Hangong, where am I going?" Zhao Yan shook his head, he was unwilling, "Your Majesty told me to wait for him here in the morning, and don't go anywhere."

Zhe Xi twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and said, "From today on, Your Majesty doesn't want to be in the same room with you anymore. Your Majesty, don't you?"

Xiao Su still didn't take a second look at Zhaoyan, he responded with a stiff and indifferent voice: "Yes."

Zhaoyan suddenly raised his head, disbelief written all over his face.

He wanted to get close to Xiao Su, but Zhe Xi suddenly raised his folding fan to stop him.

"I don't understand why..." Zhao Yan's eyes were covered with a layer of transparent mist, he wanted to stretch out his hand to pull Xiao Su's clothes, but Zhe Xi didn't allow him to go forward.

He tried to go around Zhexi, but Zhexi pushed his shoulder hard without any politeness.

Zhaoyan took a few steps back before he stood still in embarrassment. He stretched out his hands to cover his stomach in shock, not daring to try again.

"You don't need to know why." Zhe Xi's voice cooled down, "You are just a useless stove, and you have no right to be by your side from the beginning. Now that your master is tired, it's time for you to get out .”

"It's not..." Zhaoyan couldn't agree with Zhexi's words, he looked up at Xiao Su in a daze, hoping that the other party would lead him into the house, he didn't want to talk to Zhexi.

But Xiao Su's dark pupils only reflected the scenery around the Han Palace, dull and lifeless.

it's wired……

"If I still saw you in Hanshan tomorrow," Zhexi's eyes shifted, and he glanced at Zhaoyan contemptuously, "My folding fan will definitely thrust into your neck and decapitate you."

After speaking, he took Xiao Su's hand again and gave instructions: "Your Majesty, let's go."

Xiao Su took a step forward and moved forward with Zhe Xi.

Zhaoyan watched Xiao Su pass by him helplessly, his eyes were red, and he mustered up the courage to grab Xiao Su's sleeve: "You really don't want me..."

Xiao Su suddenly stood still.

Zhexi frowned, turned back and glared fiercely at Zhaoyan.

Zhaoyan clasped his five fingers into Xiao Su's, his eyelashes trembled pitifully, and his voice was crying: "Did I, what did you do to make you angry... I didn't do it today, run around, I'm in the house, don't you angry……"

Xiao Su's eyes moved slightly, he seemed to turn his head to look at Zhaoyan, but he let go of Zhaoyan's hand in an order given by Zhexi.

"Let's go in." Zhexi said, "This kind of person is not worth wasting time."

Xiao Su strode forward again, brushed Zhaoyan's body with his arm, and left Zhaoyan behind for the second time.

Zhaoyan's tears fell from his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Su, his almond eyes reflected the figure of those two people walking into the room side by side, and couldn't help sobbing.

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to wipe away the tears, but couldn't.Xiao Su ignored him, he didn't know why Xiao Su ignored him...

Zhaoyan moved his feet, turned around, and walked towards Hangong.

He also wanted to ask Xiao Su again, there must be a reason for Xiao Su to be like this.He knew that Xiao Su didn't ignore him because he didn't have the function of a cauldron. Zhe Mo also said at noon today that Xiao Su was not ungrateful.

Zhaoyan stood by the door and raised his hand to knock on it, but the layer of spiritual power covered it severely burned his hand the moment he touched the door panel.

Zhao Yan immediately retreated and dodged in pain, and his burnt palm suddenly turned red.

He slowly spread his five fingers, looking at the scarlet skin in his palm, his eyelashes became more and more wet.

"No... Xiao Su is sure, he won't treat me like this..." Zhao Yan's five fingers trembled slightly, he shook his head, unwilling to believe it.

He has been with Xiao Su day and night for more than two months. When he is bullied, Xiao Su will vent his anger on him. If he is unhappy, Xiao Su will ask him why. Give him a marriage letter, how could, how could he finish training, as if he didn't know him, and turned a blind eye to him...

Zhao Yan turned around and looked behind, as if he was expecting someone to tell him why, but his vision was empty, and no one could tell him the reason.

Standing at the same spot for a long time, he went down the steps in a daze, squatting in front of the cold palace, unwilling to leave.

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes and stared at the ground in a daze, and after a few seconds, he cried and looked back at the door of the Han Palace.

Xiao Su never opened the door.

The corners of Zhaoyan's mouth twitched in grievance, and he buried his face in his bent knees, his thin shoulders trembling violently.

After about half a stick of incense, his breathing suddenly became heavier, and finally slowly fermented into panting.

Pheromone overflowed uncontrollably from the glands on the back of the neck, and the sweet and greasy smell was stronger than usual, as if there were peaches all over the mountains and plains, the fragrance of peach juice scattered, and slowly flowed around with the wind in the air.

Body temperature is rising, heartbeat is accelerating.

Zhaoyan raised his head, his misty eyes filled with horror.

This is……

febrile period...

While he was still conscious, he looked back at Han Gong again, and even struggled to stand up from the ground, wanting to get close to the door and call Xiao Su.

But that layer of terrifying spiritual power did not allow him to try desperately a second time.

Zhaoyan thought of Fengyue, Fengyue should have medicine to help him suppress it.He immediately took out the talisman paper he had put in during his practice today from his belt, but his actions stopped in the next second.

He remembered that Fengyue didn't come back today.

The temperature in his head was getting higher and higher, and in his increasingly blurred consciousness, he remembered Zhemo's name.

Zhaoyan bit his finger, and tremblingly begged Zhemo to help him on the blank talisman paper, but his dizzy head could no longer control the movements of his body.

He couldn't stand still and took a step back, the soles of his feet suddenly hung in the air, and then he fell backwards.

Zhaoyan exclaimed and closed his eyes tightly.

But the expected pain did not hit.

He seemed to be caught and fell on the opponent's arm.

Zhaoyan's eyelashes trembled, he opened his misty eyes, and Zhemo's face was vaguely reflected in his sight.

"Your tripod fragrance..." It was so strong that Zhe Mo could smell it even in Lidian.

He helped up Zhaoyan who was limp, and frowned: "Picking period?"

Zhaoyan opened his mouth slightly, his eyes were red, and he cried while panting, "I, I... can't get in..."

Tears flowed down the face: "Your Majesty, inside..."

Zhe Mo looked up at Han Gong.

In the back room, Xiao Su smelled a familiar smell, and a crack seemed to be opened in his mind filled with mist. Someone's face was about to come out, but he couldn't remember it, so much pain that he was covering his head with his hand. trembling.

Zhexi stared fiercely at the door, he stood up, went to the door and opened it, his eyes were cold: "Shameless bitch, you..."

The moment he saw Zhemo, Zhexi's expression froze a little bit.

He said seriously, "what are you doing here?"

Zhe Mo answered: "Senior brother, it's so late, what are you doing in Zunshang's bedroom?"

"Your Highness's spiritual power has not been restored and needs to be taken care of," Zhexi said.

"It's time to pick the furnace cauldron." Zhe Mo waved the ban in front of the cold palace gate with his palm, and he was about to go inside while supporting Zhaoyan, "I need to hand over the furnace cauldron to your lord."

"A useless waste tripod, no matter how many times you pick it, it is useless." Zhexi stopped Zhemo's pace.

"Whether it's useful or not, your lord has the final say." Zhe Mo's face turned cold, "Brother set up a ban in front of the door, could it be aimed at the furnace? If something happens to the furnace, and your lord blames it, you and I can't bear it."

"Your Majesty is in a coma, how do you pick it up?" Zhexi's expression darkened, "Give him to me, and I'll help him suppress it."

"Coma?" Zhemo looked straight at Zhexi, "Why did your lord coma from morning to this hour?"

"Your Majesty's devilish energy has entered the body, and it will be difficult to repair for a while." Zhexi glanced away uncomfortably, and Zhemo's overly quiet eyes seemed to be peeping into his mind, which made Zhexi hold the hand beside him a little guilty. fist.

Zhaoyan's body was in pain, he clutched Zhemo's sleeve in pain, and pleaded weakly: "I want to find Xiao Su, Xiao Su is not there, he is not in a coma... Please, help me..."

"I'll bring the furnace tripod inside to see your lord." Zhe Mo gestured to go in.

However, Zhe Xi held on to his arm relentlessly: "Presumptuous! How dare you trespass without your respect's permission?"

"I can't, but the furnace can come in and out freely." Zhe Mo let go of Zhao Yan, and said to Zhao Yan, "Go."

Then, he met Shang Zhexi's gaze: "Senior Brother, since Your Majesty is awake, we are the ones who should go out."

Zhaoyan quickly broke away from Zhemo's support, and stumbled towards the room.

Walking around the table, there was the sound of the door closing behind him.Zhexi's tone of voice became heavier, but Zhaoyan could no longer hear what he was saying clearly.

All he could see was the upright figure sitting on the bed not far away, that was Xiao Su's figure.

Zhaoyan couldn't wait to quicken his pace, and fell unsteadily into Xiao Su's embrace.

Xiao Su's breathing was aggravated by the sweet and greasy peach smell in his nose.

Little by little, he lowered the arm covering his head, his eyes rolled stiffly, and his eyes fell on Zhaoyan's body.

Zhaoyan huddled his shoulders in his arms, and murmured deliriously: "Xiao Su...Xiao Su...I'm so sorry..."

Xiao Su stared at him for a while, but there was no response.

Zhaoyan cried out in pain. He covered his face with his hand and choked, "Why didn't you... hug me, you ignored me today... why did you ignore me..."

Xiao Su's dark eyes trembled in his eye sockets.

He lowered his head slowly, and sniffed Zhaoyan's neck.After a long time, two words came out of his hoarse voice: "Yanyan."

Zhaoyan opened his eyes wide when he heard a familiar voice.

He put down the hand that blocked his sight, hooked Xiao Su's neck instinctively, and kissed him crying: "I am, I am Yanyan."

Xiao Su twitched the corner of his mouth, hesitant to speak.

Zhaoyan was not rejected, and felt grievances welling up in his heart, he kept pushing into the other party's arms: "You don't want to, ignore me, just kiss me..."

Xiao Su was stunned.

"My fever period is here..." Zhao Yan ripped off his clothes uncomfortably, took Xiao Su's hand and put it on his waist, "I won't make you angry anymore..."

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