The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhe Yu frowned because of Zhe Mo's alienated attitude.

The appearance of the other party clearly knowing everything but not speaking, made him even more restless.

"It's about the safety of Senior Brother Zhexi." Zheyu softened his tone, "If you don't explain the whole story clearly, I will be confused and uncomfortable."

"I've said everything that needs to be said." Zhemo struggled to break free from his hand, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to rest, not intending to pay any further attention to it.No matter how entangled Zhe Yu was, he chose to remain silent.

Zhe Yu stared at his bloodless face for a while, then shook his sleeves helplessly, and asked Fengyue to take care of Zhe Mo's injury, and hurried to Hanshan alone.

On the way, Mozun's words "death is more than guilt" echoed in his mind repeatedly.

But Zhemo said that Zhexi was going to kill Luding, and even put medicine on Zun...

Zheyu didn't want to believe what Zhemo told him when he was insane, but he had been with Zhemo for thousands of years, during which he shared the same bed for five years, he knew Zhemo's character better than anyone else, Zhemo Never lie.

Zhe Yu started to panic.

If this is the case, could it be that Zhexi wanted to kill the furnace, but Zhemo stopped him, and Zhexi became so angry that he almost killed Zhemo in a fit of anger? !

Zhe Yu's heart sank, the experience was too terrifying, he couldn't think about it, so he desperately needed someone to tell him a definite and complete answer.

But right now Zhemo is in a coma, considering the safety of his disciples, His Majesty will definitely not return to Jinshan with Luding who is entangled in Yun Xiangyi's spiritual power, where should he find someone to find out everything?

Zhe Yu stepped on the sword and landed on the top of Hanshan Mountain for the second time.

At this time, the fire had spread across the mountainside, and the trees around the top of the mountain were in danger.

In the scorching temperature, Zheyu avoided the flames approaching him, and used a spell to send a message to Zhexi several times, but after several searches, he couldn't get any news.

Zhe Yu panicked, wrapped himself in evil spirit, and started to run crazily down the mountainside.

"Zhexi!" Zheyu called his name loudly, stepped on the scorched loess, and saw the trees that covered the sky and the sun fell one after another, and the houses where the disciples lived were turned into ashes.

His eyes were red, and he stood still in front of the dilapidated cold palace.

The menacing flames were blocked by his evil spirit, and Zhe Yu ran into the cold palace that could no longer be called a house, passed by the burning table and bench, and finally his eyes stopped on a barely human corpse on the ground.

There was a folding fan beside the corpse. Because the bones of the fan were made of jade, the original shape could be vaguely identified.

This folding fan belongs to Zhexi.

Zhe Yu's tears rolled down his face in an instant.

Xiao Su did not bring Zhaoyan back to Jinshan.

After he healed Zhaoyan's hand, he hugged him and settled down in a small town in front of Hanshan Mountain. In order to prevent the two from being recognized, he changed Zhaoyan's face and himself, and then went into an inn.

Zhao Yan's physique was not comparable to that of a cultivator, he was stimulated one after another throughout the night, and he recovered from his injuries soon after, his eyes were so tired that his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

As soon as he got on the bed, he couldn't wait to lift off the quilt, patted the place beside him, and invited Xiao Su: "You come to sleep too."

Xiao Su was thinking about how to pay the price for the remnants of Zangxue Town and the Elder Lingshan who was involved in this matter. Hearing Zhaoyan's voice, he temporarily let go of his annoyance, stepped forward to the bedside and sat down.

"Aren't you coming up?" Zhaoyan looked out the window, "There are still two or three hours before dawn."

Xiao Su untied his belt, took off his coat and lay down with Zhaoyan in his arms: "Then let's rest for a few more hours."

"Do you have something on your mind?" Zhaoyan turned over in his arms and looked up at the other party, "Today someone is looking for trouble with Han Shan. The reason why you didn't fight back is because Yun Xiangyi's spiritual power is in my hands. In the body. I restricted your movement."

Xiao Su lowered his eyes to meet his gaze, and a smile appeared on his lips.

It's rare that the little thing understands his temperament so well and learns to analyze it.

"You don't seem as stupid as I thought." Xiao Su leaned over and kissed his forehead, and hugged his back with both hands, "I will find a way with Yun Xiangyi's spiritual power."

"Yeah." Zhaoyan nodded, shrunk his body in his arms, "There is one thing I don't quite understand."

"what's up."

"Why are they able to attack you, but if you fight back, Yun Xiangyi will definitely stop it." Zhao Yan's eyes widened, "I thought Yun Xiangyi was upholding justice, but his current behavior is not counted. Cover up, people from Lingshan and Cangxue Town."

"Oh." Xiao Su showed disdain, "Because I am a demon cultivator."

"Mo Xiu must be strangled?"

Xiao Su's five fingers went deep into the opponent's hair roots. As usual, he combed first, then messed up, and then combed again. He said leisurely: "One of the reasons for the battle a thousand years ago was the expansion of the demon cultivator's power. Luomeiguan is afraid that the demon cultivator will fight with him. Fighting for the position of the largest faction in the world, under the guise of evil cultivators, some elders in Cangxue Town and Lingshan started a strangulation. The real key reason behind it is that the world is too peaceful, and they don't want to see such scene."

"What does this mean?" Zhao Yan didn't understand, "Who wouldn't want to live a peaceful life?"

"It is not ruled out that a small number of monks are simply pursuing immortality." Xiao Su looked at the other party's eyes full of confusion and fatigue, and quietly shook Zhao Yan's hair, which had been accidentally lost, from his fingers to the bed, "But more people With a whole body of spiritual power in their arms, there is nowhere to display it, and they can't show their excellence..."

"I understand this." Before Xiao Su could finish speaking, Zhaoyan answered with a sudden realization, "There can be no peace in the world. People's hearts are hard to figure out. They want peace, but they don't expect real peace. The process of maintaining peace , is what they really pursue.

Kill Moxiu, let them find the value of their own existence.Therefore, it is incompatible with the magic cultivator. "

Xiao Su looked at his serious face, and laughed in a low voice: "Not bad."

"I'm here. I saw it in a martial arts novel." Zhaoyan was praised, and he suddenly smiled and rolled his eyes. The joy from the bottom of his heart made the corners of his eyes look as if there were pure white pear blossoms blooming, clean and beautiful, "In the book , A treasure or a blind medicine can attract people all over the world to fight for it. Only when the world is in turmoil can people have expectations for peace."

"You can be regarded as a treasure in the world of cultivating immortals." Xiao Su's fingertips slid from the back of his head to the back of the opponent's neck, and Zhao Yan shrank his neck reflexively, resisting the urge to dodge.

Xiao Su gave an inexplicable "tsk".

Zhao Yan moved his hands away from his glands: "I am not a furnace, nor a treasure."

"Everyone says you are who you are." Xiao Su put his hand back and stroked the other's glands, "With your smell, if you don't want to wade through this muddy water, someone will force you to wade through it."

"They're all... mobs." Zhaoyan's body trembled under his touch, his little face became more and more red, and finally couldn't help it, he threw himself into Xiao Su's arms and begged him, "Don't, don't touch... …the febrile period lasts for several days, now it is very sensitive..." Can't stand the teasing...

Xiao Su laughed lowly, imitating Zhao Yan's way of speaking: "Why do you always speak intermittently, and a sentence is rarely complete and connected?"

Knowing that Xiao Su was laughing at him, Zhaoyan slowly lowered his eyes.He grabbed Xiao Su's sleeve and explained: "It's because my father was drunk once and hit me on the head with a stick... There was a lot of blood on my head. The neighbor's aunt took me to the hospital. The doctor said that I had a traumatic brain injury. It affects the expression of words..."

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