The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Fengyue couldn't figure out the root cause of Zhaoyan's inability to open the cauldron, so she fed Zhaoyan some medicines that were beneficial for opening the cauldron, and then pondered the pharmacopoeia.

Zhaoyan hadn't eaten all morning, so he was so hungry that his stomach hurt.

Fortunately, Fengyue had a heart and asked someone to arrange pastries for him.

Zhaoyan said thank you several times before sitting aside to eat quietly and accompany Fengyue to work.

When the willows were on the moon, Fengyue received a spell that appeared out of thin air.

"Your Majesty asks you to go back to the bedroom." Fengyue said to Zhaoyan after receiving the order.

Zhao Yan nodded obediently, stood up from the stone bench, and followed Fengyue to the place designated by Xiao Su.

Walking halfway, Zhaoyan thought of something, and said slowly, "Sister Fengyue, do you know what a restriction is?"

When Fengyue heard this sudden address, she couldn't help laughing: "Why do you call me sister? I have only practiced for more than three hundred years. What about you, how old are you? Don't call me old."

Zhaoyan: "Eighteen."

Fengyue's eyes widened in shock, and after a while, she realized: "Oh, I forgot for a while, you don't practice."

"Well. I don't practice, so I don't understand many things."

"You can ask me." Fengyue realized that she had lived so much longer than Zhaoyan, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

No wonder it is so small, thin and frail, it looks like it will fall when pushed.

"The Mozun put a restraint in my body." Zhao Yan said, "The radius is one mile."

"It means that if you are more than one mile away from Your Majesty, you will not be able to take a step further." Fengyue replied, "At that time, there will be an invisible barrier to trap you, and if you touch the boundary of the barrier, Your Majesty can sensed."

Zhaoyan stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, where a spell entered this morning: "Then how should I get rid of this restriction?"

"Xiao?" Fengyue shook her head with a smile, "Impossible, unless your cultivation base is higher than the Zun's."

"So it is."

If he wanted to leave right now, he had no choice but to let the Demon Lord lift the restriction.

but……

Thinking of Mozun's handsome and evil face, Zhao Yan felt unreasonable fear.

The Demon Lord made him hurt, he didn't like the Demon Lord, and he didn't dare to ask the Demon Lord.

"Your Majesty seems to care about you very much." Fengyue stood in front of Xiao Su's bedroom door, "Don't disappoint his expectations of you."

Zhaoyan didn't know how to answer this.

He lowered his eyes, and only replied "OK" in a gentle voice.

Fengyue: "Someone will arrange a bath for you in a while, I'm going back to study the Pharmacopoeia."

Zhaoyan just got acquainted with Fengyue, and he really doesn't want to leave each other and meet someone who makes him afraid to the bone.

There was a hint of reluctance in his eyes, his beautiful eyes drooped, and the corners of his lips were pursed, looking a little stubborn.

Enduring the stubbornness of not leaving behind Fengyue.

Fengyue was full of only the task, and left a word to let him have a good rest, then turned and left.

Zhaoyan had to muster up his courage and pushed open the door with simple and elegant patterns.

But fortunately, there is no shadow of Xiao Su in the room.

Zhaoyan heaved a sigh of relief, and under the guidance of his internal attendants, he took his clothes and went to take a bath.

The bath is made of wooden barrels, the same ones Zhaoyan saw in costume dramas.

"Master, do you need our service?" The attendant stood aside with a bucket and asked respectfully.

"Ah, no, no need!" Zhao Yan quickly shook his head and said cautiously, "I can do it myself."

"Okay." After the attendant finished speaking, he took a few steps back and left the bathroom.

Zhaoyan only started to undo his belt when he heard the door closing.

When he entered the wooden barrel and felt the comfortable and gentle kiss from the water ripples on his body, Zhao Yan completely believed that this was not a dream or a fantasy.

The place he was in wasn't the real world at all.

He was abducted here, and then he was raised as a furnace.

If he is useless, he will lose his life.

It's really impossible to go home again.

Zhaoyan lay silently on the edge of the barrel, his eyes lowered.

The candlelight in the room swayed in the wind that penetrated into the room in late summer, bringing the shadows of him and the barrel swaying gently on the ground.

The chirping of insects was crisp and clear, Zhao Yan felt very homesick at the moment.

My eyes are red at the thought.

"You look unhappy."

Xiao Su's voice appeared in his ears unexpectedly, causing Zhao Yan's body to tremble violently in the water.

When he turned his head, Xiao Su's handsome face, which was too close to him, was suddenly magnified in his eyes, causing tears to overflow from Zhao Yan's eyes in an instant, and then slid down his face.

Xiao Su frowned, and was about to reach out to help him wipe it off, but Zhao Yan had already wiped it off by himself.

"I'm sorry." Zhaoyan knew he had lost his composure, and apologized in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry..."

"Why are you crying?" Xiao Su pinched his chin, raised his face, and forced the other party to look at him.

"I'm uncomfortable." Zhaoyan learned to be good, and never dared to lie or prevaricate the Demon Lord.

++++++ "reason."

The corner of Zhaoyan's mouth twitched aggrievedly, his voice choked up: "I'm not familiar with this place, and I don't know anyone."

Xiao Su stared into his eyes for a while, then said, "What did you do today?"

Zhaoyan shook his head, his eyes were red: "Together with Fengyue, she feeds me medicine."

"The medicine is bitter?" Xiao Su asked.

"A little."

Xiao Su was silent for a while: "Next time I will ask her to prepare some sweets for you."

Zhaoyan opened his eyes again.

He really couldn't believe that the Mozun who always liked to humiliate him would say such things to him.

"Thank you..." Zhaoyan's voice paused because of shock, "Thank you, but no need, it's too troublesome."

Xiao Su raised his eyebrows: "I will not be stingy with my furnace."

Zhaoyan was in a good mood at first, but lost again because of the word "furnace tripod".

"Similarly, this deity will not allow anyone to bully my furnace at will."

After Xiao Su finished speaking, he let go of Zhao Yan's hand.

Zhaoyan looked up at Xiao Su, with confusion flickering in his eyes.

Seeing his obedient and stupid appearance, Xiao Su couldn't help bullying him, with an ambiguous smile on his lips: "Is it because I didn't teach you enough lessons? You still like to hide it from me so much."

"What?" Zhaoyan panicked before he could react.

He wanted to move back to distance himself from Xiao Su, but Xiao Su suddenly hugged him by the waist.

There was a sound of water, and a large piece of crystal clear liquid flowed down Zhao Yan's body, wetting Xiao Su's clothes which were close to his skin.

Zhaoyan leaned against his arms in horror, his hands had already begun to resist before his mind understood.

Mozun frowned, the hand on his waist quickly moved down, and slapped Zhaoyan's ass.

The sound of "snap" was very crisp.

Palm prints soon appeared on the fair skin, pink and clear in shape.

Zhaoyan was taken aback.

"Come on, keep pushing." The smile on Xiao Su's face remained undiminished, and his voice was full of warning.

Reminded by Zhao Yanjing, his gaze slowly shifted to his own hand on Xiao Su's chest.

After a few seconds of silence, his slender fingers slightly bent, then fell back to his side, clenched into fists.

"I'll ask again, why are you crying?" Xiao Su hugged Zhao Yan on the table beside him, his deep voice was full of displeasure and oppression, "The truth!"

The cold table touched the skin, and Zhao Yan couldn't help shivering from the cold.

He wanted to get up, but Xiao Su pressed his shoulder with one hand, and he couldn't struggle or move.