The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"I thought Senior Brother Zheyu didn't care about Senior Brother Zhemo at all." Fengyue joked, "I didn't expect to secretly prepare it for Senior Brother Zhemo."

Zhemo couldn't tell whether he was being sarcastic or thankful, so he said "I have a heart" before turning around and walking forward.

"Brother, don't you want the lantern?" Zhe Yu was puzzled, he bought it because he saw Zhe Mo reaching out to touch it.

He held the lamp to follow Zhemo's pace, but Zhemo didn't look at him, and even refused: "No need."

The sound and tone were so well organized, even Fengyue could sense that something was wrong between the two of them.

She looked up at Zhemo, then at Zheyu, and said as if to smooth things over: "Senior Brother Zheyu, it must be because the lamp you picked is too ugly. Brother Zhemo doesn't like it. There are other lanterns in front of you. I'll find a nice one in a while and give it away."

Hearing this, Zhe Yu lowered his eyes to look at the thing in his hand: "I think brother has a lotus temperament, so I chose it...Since brother doesn't like it, I'll pick another one."

Zhemo's eyelashes trembled slightly, his light lips were tightly pressed, and the curve of the lips drawn by the bead was pale and quiet.It could be seen that he was not happy.

"Let's go eat noodles, brother Zhemo didn't have dinner, he must be starving." Fengyue changed the subject, she walked, suddenly slowed down, landed behind Zhemo, and tugged Zheyu's neck sleeves.

"Senior Brother," she lowered her voice, "Did you make Senior Brother Zhemo angry?"

Zhe Yu looked away from Zhe Mo's thin figure, looked down at Feng Yue, and nodded honestly: "You can see it."

"That's right." Fengyue said, "Brother Zhemo rarely rejects others."

seldom say no to...

Zhe Yu chewed these four words, feeling quite uncomfortable.

Since Zhemo asked him to leave that day in Houshan, Zhemo has rejected him countless times.Avoiding him, avoiding him, not talking to him, refusing to touch him, all behaviors are very different from Zhemo's previous behavior.

"I think Brother Zhemo seems to like the river lanterns that His Majesty and Zhaoyan set up together." Fengyue gave him an idea, "Why don't you find some later, and then take Brother to play by the river."

"Your Majesty is here too?" Zhe Yu carefully wrote down Fengyue's words.

"Here we are." Fengyue nodded quickly, "It's just under the arch bridge, he and Zhaoyan had a great time playing! But fearing to disturb Your Majesty, Brother Zhemo and I didn't dare to say hello."

When Zhe Yu heard the words, he said "oh" in an unclear way.

In the past, during the Lantern Festival, Zhexi would wait early at the entrance of the cave where the Master practiced.As soon as the lord came out, Zhexi went to ask him out, but the lord never agreed once.

Zhe Yu couldn't bear to see Zhe Xi lonely, so he also went to persuade him, but his lord was harassed, and almost got angry and asked them to kneel for punishment.

That's the difference...

Those who like it can rest assured that they will be pampered desperately, and those who don't like it will never be given a little intimacy.

Zhe Yu stared at Zhe Mo's straight and straight back in the crowd again. When Zhe Mo liked him, it was indeed not what he looks like now.

He is used to being pampered by Zhemo, so he enjoys the other party's pampering unscrupulously, and throws the other party down countless times unscrupulously towards Zhexi. The three of them sit together to eat, and he will always only serve Zhexi.

Zhexi and Zhemo talked together, and he always only accepted what Zhexi said.

Anyway, Zhemo would never get angry, anyway, Zhemo would always stand there waiting for him when he turned his head.

He can coax Zhemo well with just a few words, and he can do whatever he wants with that body that looks so much like Zhexi at night.Zhemo accepts everything he gives, whether it is painful or bitter, what Zhemo always responds to him is the gentle smile when he just opened his eyes in the morning, and the meticulous seriousness when dressing him.

But now Zhemo finds him annoying.

Really just a word, self-inflicted.

The three of them saw the noodle shop after walking not far away.

Fengyue quickly asked Zhemo to sit down, and ordered him a bowl of longevity noodles.

"I hope Brother Zhemo will live a long life!" Fengyue added the marinated eggs in the bowl to Zhemo's bowl, smiling brightly.

There was a smile on Zhemo's lips, he raised his hand and gently slapped Fengyue's forehead, and said softly, "Don't curse me."

Fengyue was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, and quickly changed her words: "I hope that Brother Zhemo can live longer than Nanshan, and live as long as the sky! Brother Zhemo, I just learned it from the world, and the meaning is good."

"I know." Zhe Mo nodded with a smile, picked up the marinated egg and took a bite.

"Senior brother Zhemo is the best." Fengyue hugged Zhemo's arm habitually, shook it slightly, and rolled her eyes with a smile, "Senior brother, how do the eggs and noodles here compare with mine?"

"Who can cook better than you." Zhe Mo Ren Fengyue hugged herself, "Hundreds of years of craftsmanship."

It's obviously not an excessive move, Fengyue was brought up by them since she was a child, and she is close to all three of them.Ke Zheyu looked at the intimate gesture of the two, and for some reason, felt a little uncomfortable.

Fengyue was praised, and the smile in her eyes grew stronger: "Then I will make another bowl for Brother Zhemo after I go back."

"He has a small appetite and can't eat." Zhe Yu said, "It would be great if he could finish the bowl of noodles in front of him."

Zhe Mo tightened his grip on the chopsticks, then lowered his eyes, silently took a mouthful of noodles and brought them to his lips.

Fengyue glanced at Zheyu, then secretly looked at Zhemo's side face, then slowly let go of Zhemo's hand, and winked at Zheyu, telling him to hurry up and pick up lanterns for senior brother Zhemo.

Zhe Yu quickly stood up: "I'll go elsewhere and look for you later."

Zhemo chewed and swallowed the mild-tasting noodles in his mouth, his complexion was the same as usual.

As soon as Zhe Yu left, Zhe Mo immediately speeded up his meal, quickly finished eating and put down his chopsticks, then stood up from his seat: "Fengyue, let's go back."

"Ah?" Fengyue opened her eyes wide, "Senior Brother Zheyu hasn't come back yet, should we wait a little longer."

"I'm feeling a little unwell, so it's not suitable for me to walk around anymore." Zhe Mo said, "If you haven't enjoyed yourself yet, wait here for Zhe Yu to come back, and I'll go back to Jinshan alone."

Fengyue hurriedly stood up and supported Zhemo: "But here is a distance from Jinshan Mountain, brother is not feeling well and can't make any trouble."

She looked around and found an inn nearby: "We might as well rest here, and I'll show my brother the wound."

"No need..." Zhemo shook his head, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fengyue's worried word "senior brother".

Zhemo's downcast eyes met Shangfengyueshui's Lingling eyes, and they were in a stalemate for a few seconds before being defeated.

"Alright..." Zhe Mo reluctantly responded.

He shouldn't have found this excuse to escape in front of a pharmacist.

Then Fengyue took him to find an inn, and after going up to the second floor, Fengyue said: "Should I send a letter to Brother Zheyu, or he won't find us when he comes back."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine after a short rest." Zhemo went to the bed and sat down, "It's suitable for viewing lanterns at night, and you can go shopping with Zheyu when he comes back."

Fengyue squatted in front of him to feel his pulse, apart from being a little weak, there was really nothing wrong with it.

She was relieved, and her heart was moved by Zhe Mo's words.Biting his lip, his eyes flickered, as if hesitating.

Zhemo raised his hand to smooth the broken hair on her face: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Senior brother, rest well, send me a message immediately if you feel unwell." Fengyue lifted the quilt, and waited for Zhemo to lie down and close his eyes to rest, then closed the door and turned to leave.

The sound in the ear gradually disappeared, and the moment the sound of closing the door reached the ear, Zhemo slowly opened his eyes.

My heart is in a mess.

Mess.

He couldn't figure it out, he didn't know what Zhe Yu was going to do, he would rather Zhe Yu mess around like before, and don't remember his habits.

Zhe Mo frowned, he couldn't lie down anymore, he lifted the quilt, and the waiter from Xundian fetched half a bucket of cold water for him, then untied his belt, took off his clothes and went in to soak in it.

Using spiritual power to protect the scarred cut, letting the cold water flow over his chest, feeling the coolness penetrating into his skin, the restlessness in his heart finally subsided.

"I have to go to my lord." Zhemo covered his face, his posture was helpless, "I need a new mission, far away from Jinshan, preferably ten or twenty years... I don't want to come back here, nor I don't want to see him..."

"Zhemo!" The sudden voice came along with the sound of the door hitting the wall, and Zhemo raised his head suddenly in shock.

The door latch broke and fell to the ground, and Zhe Yu forced his way in.

"Why didn't you knock on the door?" Zhe Mo's voice contained sullenness, he clenched the edge of the bucket, annoyed that his clothes were disheveled and he couldn't move freely, so that Zhe Yu looked at him like this, and even his dignity was deprived.

"I knocked on the door and you didn't respond." Zhe Yu approached worryingly with a few river lanterns in his hand, "Feng Yue said you were unwell, I thought you were unconscious, and was impulsive at the moment."

"I'm fine, you go out." Zhe Mo's complexion gradually returned to normal, and he stabilized his tone, "I don't worry about Feng Yue being out alone."

"There are no immortal cultivators here." Zhe Yu stood still and looked down at the other party, "I'm more worried about you."

"I'm fine." Emphasized the second time.

Zhe Yu stared at the long scar on his collarbone: "Senior brother, your wound has not healed, how can you soak in water?"

"Spiritual power protects you." Zhe Mo urged, "If you have nothing else to do, go out."

"I have something to do." Zhe Yu passed the river lantern in his hand forward, "Brother, I bought a river lantern, let's go and set it off together."

"Don't go."

"You hate me that much?" Zhe Yu's eyes dimmed, "If it's not necessary, you don't want to talk to me. We have been in the same family for nearly a thousand years, even if the love relationship is broken, the friendship of the same family shouldn't be weakened like this."

"You go out first, and I will find you in after I get dressed." Zhemo's eyes were lowered, and because of vigilance, his body remained motionless in the water, afraid of making any noise that would disturb the other party.

Zhe Yu felt that Zhe Mo made a concession, so he nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'll wait for senior brother to come out."

Putting the river lantern on the table, he was about to turn around when he suddenly asked, "Will you take the opportunity to escape?"

Zhemo's breath stagnates, even the cold water can't calm down the anger in his heart: "I'll let you out!"

"As expected, you are still avoiding me." Zheyu breathed out irritably, and he turned to Zhemo again, "I feel like a fool. It's not that you don't like the first lamp, it's just because of the person who sent the lamp. It's me. I went to buy you a river lantern, but I couldn't find you as soon as I left. Once I leave now, you will definitely not be in the house when I open the door again."

"Since you can sense it, why are you reluctant to respect my opinion?"

"It's not disrespect." Zhe Yu turned back, his eyes were bloodshot, "It's just that I can't do it. I haven't been able to sleep well for many nights, and you are right in front of my eyes, beside me, within my reach. Where it touched, I couldn't help but approach it.

I always feel that as long as I persist, you will come back to me.Brother, I want to continue to be with you, I know that I have done a lot of things wrong, I did not consider your feelings, can you give me a chance, I will change..."

Zhemo was so angry that his fingertips trembled, and the calmness he deliberately maintained no longer existed: "Why do you think so, what do you think I am? Zheyu, can you give me a little bit of respect for Zhexi, so that we The friendship between them has existed for a little longer, don't force me to hate you."

Zhe Yu's eyes gradually enlarged when he heard the word "hate": "Brother, is it really so serious...We..."

"Without us!" Zhe Mo interrupted suddenly, he pointed out the door, the blood on his pale face receded a little under the anger, "Go out and take your things."

"I don't want to go!" Zhe Yu increased his voice, tears welling in his eyes.He didn't want to do this either, but he wanted to get closer to Zhemo and stay by his side.He always remembered the other party's injury, and was really afraid that the other party would not open his eyes if he didn't pay attention, "I have to guard you, so I can rest assured."

"I don't need it." Zhemo frowned in pain, "Don't be by my side, don't let me see you."

"Do you want to get dressed? I'll get you a towel to wipe your body..."

What interrupted Zhe Yu was the river lantern that slammed heavily on his forehead.

He stood there in a daze, as if he didn't expect Zhemo to make a move, his expression was frozen, and there was an unknown emotion flickering in his eyes.

Zhemo reached out to the second river lantern, and fell towards the opponent's shoulder. His chest rose and fell violently, and he roared uncontrollably, "I'll let you get out, get out!"