The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Where do you plan to bury Zhexi?" Zhemo asked.

Zhe Yu suddenly came back to his senses, he turned his head and looked around: "The surrounding disciples come and go, Senior Brother Zhe Xi likes to be clean, so it is not suitable to be buried on the mountainside. Why don't we go to the back mountain and find a place with few people."

Hearing this, Zhe Mo frowned slightly.

He walked a few steps forward in silence, and suddenly said, "You're wrong."

"What?" Zhe Yu was puzzled.

Zhemo slowly lowered his eyelids, and his slender eyelashes cast a small shadow on his pale eyes: "Zhexi doesn't like to be clean."

"what?"

But in Zhe Yu's impression, that person with a cold face just likes to practice alone in the cold mountain when he is free, to perform the tasks ordered by his lord, and to walk down the mountain alone.

If Zhe Yu didn't take the initiative to approach, that person would just nod slightly to him when they met, and then the two would pass by each other without any intersection.

Zhe Yu's thoughts turned halfway, and suddenly his eyes fell on the thin Zhe Mo in front of him.Immediately, the pupils of the eyes slowly tightened, and the eye sockets trembled violently.

"Zhexi doesn't like to be clean." Zhemo repeated, his voice as quiet as ever, "You pick a place that is a little higher, he is used to being pampered and likes to be looked up to. If conditions permit, it's best that the venerable come back from time to time. A passing location. You stayed in Jinshan for a longer period of time than I did, is there any other place to choose besides Houshan?"

"Okay, okay..." When Zheyu responded, he still kept staring at Zhemo.

Zhemo stopped, turned his head to look at Zheyu, his eyes were slightly confused.

Zhe Yu stepped forward to get close to Zhe Mo, this time he couldn't care about Zhe Mo's resistance anymore, raised his hand to gently hold Zhe Mo's arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Senior brother, I fell in love with you, maybe earlier than I realized... ..."

Zhemo glanced at the opponent's hands that fell on his shoulders, as if he was afraid that the opponent would pinch his wound for the second time, his brows gradually condensed: "Let go."

Zhe Yu was startled.

"Can't I just touch it now?" Zhe Yu's voice was full of disappointment, "When will you calm down? When will we be able to be together like before?"

Zhemo broke away from his touch, took a step back and opened the distance: "Since Zhexi is going to be buried, it seems inappropriate to talk about it now."

"Then let's talk at another time." Zhe Yu quickly answered, "After Zhe Xi's burial, I'm free today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow."

"I'm not even free." Zhemo started walking again and walked towards the high mountainside.

"What's your business?" Zhe Yu persisted, and he chased after him, "His Majesty told you to rest well, and there is no new task."

Zhemo sighed: "I've already made it clear to you before."

"You're just angry." Zhe Yu affirmed, "This time it's been a little longer than usual."

"Zhe Yu!" Zhe Mo's tone suddenly increased, he turned his head, his voice was tired and serious, "We're done. You have the right to say the beginning, why am I not qualified to say the end?"

Zhe Yu didn't want Zhe Mo to say such words to him, he shook his head, his eyes blushed imperceptibly: "Brother, I don't want to end with you."

"You can obey Zhexi's words, why don't you respect my opinion a little bit." Zhemo took a deep breath, and the curve of his chest increased, "Or, because you lost Zhexi, you came to find me as a substitute?"

Zhe Yu's eyes widened because of his words: "I didn't, I didn't want to replace you! You are different from Zhe Xi, I didn't realize it before, but now I know that the person I like is you!"

"Don't you like this face?" Zhemo was puzzled, "Think about it carefully, from the time you were with me to the time when you brought me out of the cold palace, what point did you show?" Care about me. Now that Zhexi is gone, you suddenly told me that you like Zheyu, don’t you think it’s ridiculous to hear what you said?”

All the words Zhe Yu wanted to refute that reached his lips were all choked up in his throat instantly because of the other party's expression.

"It's useless to talk more." Zhemo shook his head, he looked forward, where there were trees and flowers, and there would always be a place suitable for Zhexi to settle down.

"I'm sorry." Zhe Yu said, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry..."

Zhemo froze.

He paused for a moment, ignored it, then took a step forward and walked into the distance.

Xiao Su's vitality recovered quickly.

During the period, Fengyue also sent many pills for Xiao Su to practice, but her eye circles were always red.

It's about Zhexi, Fengyue didn't dare to mention it after learning the whole story, because she was afraid that she would affect Xiao Su and make Xiao Su unhappy, so every time Fengyue came to see him and Zhaoyan, she would not stay for too long.

Zhaoyan looked at the back of Fengyue leaving in a hurry, stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Su's sleeve in frustration, sat on the chair and raised his head and asked, "Are you going to practice again today?"

"Why do you look sullen." Xiao Su lowered his eyes to meet his gaze, with a smile on his lips, "Reluctance?"

"Yeah." Zhaoyan let go of his sleeves, and hugged Xiao Su's waist instead, "After the fever period, you won't be with me anymore. You'll stay with me for a whole day, and I'm restricted in the guest room, so I can't go out. , and no one talked to me. I fell asleep at night, and you came back..."

Xiao Su rubbed Zhaoyan's hair, which felt so good to the touch: "Then I won't go to practice today, how about I accompany you around the town?"

Zhaoyan's eyes lit up immediately.

He nodded quickly, smiled and bent his eyebrows: "Okay."

Xiao Su raised his hand to touch the corner of his eyes, brushed the soft flesh with his fingertips, and briefly exchanged temperature with each other.

It's hard to say whose skin is hotter, but Zhaoyan pursed his lower lip uncomfortably because of this.

"Are there any dirty things around my eyes?" He swallowed nervously, "I washed my face, in the morning..."

"No." Xiao Su said with a smile, "I thought you had pear blossoms in the corner of your eyes, but when I touched them just now, I found nothing."

"The corners of someone's eyes will bloom." Zhao Yan stopped touching him, and rubbed his face against Xiao Su's tight waist, like a clingy and obedient cat, "You want to take me out for a stroll now ?"

"Okay." Xiao Su combed his longer hair with five fingers, "Go and see if there is a hair tie that suits you."

"Can I cut my hair off?" Zhao Yan said, "I don't really want to have long hair, it doesn't look good."

"I want to see it." Xiao Su pulled him up from the seat, pinched his chin, and looked at the other's handsome face, "Male and female are indistinguishable, the complexion is superb, and ordinary furnaces are not half as good as yours."

Zhao Yan blushed from the praise, but because his chin was clamped, he could only stare blankly at the other party with a pair of big brown eyes, the shyness in his eyes and the beauty of his face were all captured by Xiao Su.

Zhaoyan's eyelashes trembled uncomfortably, and the five fingers hanging by his side couldn't help but tighten his sleeves: "Why are you staring at me like this?"

"You look good-looking." Xiao Su finally looked away, kissed him on the forehead, and said with a smile, "Go, go out."

Zhaoyan breathed a sigh of relief, and put his hand on Xiao Su's palm: "You hold me."

Xiao Su immediately wrapped his slender five fingers around his warm hands, and said in distaste as he walked, "Too thin, it's so skinny."

Zhaoyan was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes a little unhappy, and said in a low voice, "It's been a long time since you bought me sour plums, and you don't have any sugar either."

"Did the things brought back by the deity the day before yesterday feed the ghosts?"

Zhaoyan's cheeks flushed red all of a sudden: "Too little... I don't eat alone, the baby eats too. Yesterday, I didn't have anything else to eat except rice."

Xiao Su sighed: "The deity will buy some more for you today."

"Okay!" Zhaoyan smiled instantly, and he made a two-point comparison between his index finger and middle finger, "Sour plums, I need two packs."

"Yeah." Xiao Su responded, "Do you want to change to something else? It's not good for your health to eat these all the time."

"Not for now." Zhao Yan and Xiao Su left the inn together.

The moment the dazzling sunlight came into view, Zhaoyan couldn't adapt and squinted his eyes.

He touched his neck and face nervously: "Xiao Su, there is no neck brace, and there is no face change."

"It's okay." Xiao Su reassured, "I have checked recently, and there are no immortals walking around, and mortals can't smell you."

Zhaoyan let go of his hanging heart.

He raised his eyes and looked forward. The streets not far away were decorated with lights and colorful lanterns of all kinds.The streets are crowded with small vendors, mostly selling lanterns.Most of the pedestrians coming and going are in pairs of men and women, full of smiles.

Zhao Yan also laughed, he pulled Xiao Su forward, and went straight to the sugar shop.

Xiao Su leaned on him, stood in front of the shop, and picked maltose for him.

"What day is it today, why? Many sugar shops have tied up lanterns." Zhao Yan was asking Xiao Su, but the sugar shop heard it and explained with a smile.

"Today is the Lantern Festival, and every household has to light lanterns in front of their doors. At night, there will be more people putting out river lanterns to pray for blessings. When it gets dark, go for a walk on the bridge. The lanterns floating on the river are more beautiful than these lanterns."

"Prayer." Zhao Yan nodded, turned his head and looked around, then he stretched out five fingers to Xiao Su, and said without any shyness, "Xiao Su, give me some money too."

"What are you doing?" Xiao Su took out the purse from his waist and put it all in Zhao Yan's hand.

Zhaoyan opened the purse, took out a few taels from it, and returned the purse.

He pointed to the shop selling lanterns opposite and said, "I'll go there and buy lanterns."

The distance is not far, four or five steps away, Xiao Suyun said: "Well, I will go to you after picking out candies."

"Okay." After Zhaoyan answered, he went down the steps, hurried to the opposite side, squeezed in through the crowd, and carefully observed the merchant's lanterns.

After choosing for a while, he picked up a glazed lamp ball, the concentric knot hanging under the ball was very beautiful, Zhao Yan wanted to go to the temple with Xiao Su to pray for blessings, so he bought two and held them in his arms.

After squeezing out from the crowd, before Zhao Yan could take the light ball out of his arms, someone suddenly hit him hard on the shoulder.

He loosened his arms in pain, and the two light bulbs in his arms fell to the ground immediately.

The outer ring that wrapped the candle was a thin layer of colored glass, which was now shattered to the ground, and even the wick rolled out.

Zhaoyan's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he quickly knelt down to pick it up.

The person who hit him apologized next to his ear, Zhao Yan hugged the broken lamp ball back into his arms, lowered his eyes and shook his head: "No, it's okay..."

The original joyful mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

Zhaoyan carried the light ball and walked back to Xiao Su's side, with his head lowered all the time.

Xiao Su handed the sugar packet to his hand, but he didn't accept it.

"what happened?"

Zhaoyan raised his head slowly, his eyes were red.The corner of his mouth curled up in a grievance, looked down at the broken thing in his hand, and then looked up at Xiao Su, with more and more tears in his eyes.

"You bought two broken balls?"