The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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By the time Zhaoyan escaped from Xiao Su's entanglement, his porridge was almost cold.

"Let's go out later and buy a hair tie?" Zhaoyan took the bowl and poured the porridge into his mouth. Xiao Su looked at it, then put his hand on the Adam's apple that was sliding up and down, feeling it teasing his fingers through a layer of skin. Sharp raised touch.

Zhaoyan raised his head from the bowl and looked at him puzzled.

Xiao Suhui smiled mischievously, and commented by the way: "It feels good."

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes and stared at the porridge in the bowl for a long while without responding.Because of Xiao Su's fingers, his Adam's apple was too tense to move.

From Xiao Su's perspective, one can see that the corners of Zhao Yan's eyes turned a beautiful but bewildered red.

He finally withdrew his hand and answered Zhao Yan's words seriously: "Go."

Only then did Zhaoyan smile, and he drank the remaining porridge in one gulp: "Okay."

Xiao Su looked at him and said with a smile: "It's true, I'm getting more and more squeamish."

Xiao Su walked along the road with Zhaoyan for a short time, and gradually realized that this place is not unfamiliar.It is sandwiched between Jinshan Mountain and Lingshan Mountain, and it is the place where non-monks live.But because Xiao Su didn't come often, he didn't have a deep impression.

The road is very lively, but there are always a few scents of immortal cultivation here from time to time, which makes Xiao Su feel annoyed from the bottom of his heart.

Zhaoyan's spiritual power is so weak that he can't notice it, his attention is all on the dazzling array of jewels in the shops and all kinds of small handicrafts on the small stalls.

When passing by an elegantly decorated vase shop, Zhao Yan finally couldn't help but say: "These are only sold in the business district of the rich over our house. Plain clothes are not eligible to enter the door."

"Do you like it?" Xiao Su noticed his gaze and pursed his lips, "Then go in and take a few home."

"Ah, no, no need." Zhaoyan shook his head quickly, and he lowered his eyes, "I don't know how to appreciate it, and I will waste everything."

"What a waste of money." Xiao Su didn't like to belittle himself, "Aren't they all caught by your eyes?"

"That's not what I meant..." Zhao Yan showed a helpless and ashamed smile on his lips, "Maybe it is very valuable to watch, but for me who has to worry about my livelihood every day, these are the most useless."

"Now there is a deity to support you, you can take whatever you like."

Zhaoyan didn't answer for a long time.

He bowed his head and walked behind Xiao Su, staring at the other's heels.

keep……

Is he being taken care of by Xiao Su now?

Unable to support himself, always useless, and unable to realize his value...

"Master, choose a rouge to give to your sweetheart." Passing by the rouge shop, the girl selling rouge greeted habitually.

Zhao Yan was still immersed in his own thoughts, but Xiao Su suddenly stopped and turned his head to sweep over.

When the girl saw Xiao Su's face clearly, a flash of amazement flashed in her eyes.But the majesty exuding from the other party was too solemn, and the surprise turned into timidity in a second, and the girl immediately lowered her eyes.

Is it the princes and nobles who have lived in the world for a long time, otherwise how could the aura be so strong that people dare not look directly...

"Would you like it?" Xiao Su asked Zhaoyan, with playful eyes, "For my sweetheart."

Zhaoyan blushed instantly: "It's for girls, I don't want it."

Xiao Su had a full view of the blush on his cheeks.

He just stared at Zhaoyan unscrupulously, and ignored the surprised gaze of the rouge girl after hearing Xiao Su's words, and said to himself: "Oh, you don't need it."

Zhaoyan affirmed: "Of course it won't be necessary, and I don't wear makeup."

Xiao Su curled his lips: "What I mean is that you don't lack rouge at all."

Zhaoyan's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips, unwilling to answer.

"There is a shop suitable for you in front." Xiao Su knew that he could not continue to tease him, otherwise Zhao Yan might cry.He raised his chin forward with interest: "Here, the hair tie you want."

Zhao Yan followed his line of sight, his attention was diverted immediately, and his eyes were crooked with a smile: "En!"

Xiao Su smiled and led the way.

Zhaoyan was about to take a step, but suddenly there was a knife-like pain in his abdomen, which was so painful that he could hardly straighten his waist.

He stretched out his hand to cover his stomach, wanting to call Xiao Su.Opening his mouth, the fishy sweetness in his throat did not allow him to make a sound.

A warm liquid slid down the corners of the lips, dripping onto the clothes and blooming black and red blood.

Unable to stand any longer, he slowly squatted down. It was clear that the sky was bright and sunny, but the scene before his eyes was covered with blackness that covered the sky.

"Yanyan!" Someone picked him up from the ground, and the familiar aura made Zhaoyan curl up and hide in that person's arms.

"It hurts..." There was a circle of mist in his eyes, there were bead-sized beads of sweat on his forehead flowing down the contours of his face, and the stomach cramps in his body made Zhaoyan uncontrollably nauseous.

"This deity will help you see, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Xiao Su quickly grabbed his wrist, his dark eyes flickering uneasily.

After a few seconds, his face darkened.

Poisoning.

Xiao Su's memory quickly traced back to the bowl of porridge that Zhao Yan drank before going out, his brows immediately frowned, and his eyes became sharper.

Because Zhaoyan kept vomiting blood, more and more people gathered around to watch.

They were pointing at Zhaoyan, making a lot of noise.

A black mist rose up beside Xiao Su, holding back a surge of anger, and disappeared on the spot with Zhao Yan.

When the two reappeared, they had already returned to the original inn.

Zhaoyan was in so much pain that he could hardly hold on, his whole face was wrinkled, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, the abdominal spasm made his whole thin body tremble.

Not long after, Xiao Su once again experienced what it means to feel like a knife is piercing his heart, and he is in pain.

"Be good, just hold on for a while, and I'll detoxify you right away." Xiao Su calmed down his voice.

He put Zhaoyan down on the bed, and slowly put his hands on the other person's heart, trying to inject evil spirits, but just as he penetrated into Zhaoyan's body, he was hit back hard by Yun Xiangyi's spiritual power.

Xiao Su's eyes widened in shock, his chest clogged with anger, and his fists "clicked".

Yun Xiangyi's spiritual power fell into a frenzy again.

It was trying to repair the toxin-infested parts of Zhaoyan's body, but after a long time it couldn't find a way to expel it.

What's more frightening is that it gradually fails to feel the toxin hidden in the blood and internal organs of the other party, and the little life that has been guarded for a long time has a tendency to be attacked along with the flow of the toxin-contaminated blood of the father.

"Yun Xiangyi!" Xiao Su's eyes were about to burst, Zhao Yan's complexion became paler and paler, Yun Xiangyi's spiritual power didn't work, but it wanted to delay his treatment!

Yun Xiangyi, who was practicing with his eyes closed in Lingshan, felt Xiao Su's anger, and opened his eyes suddenly.

He calmed down the restless spiritual power in Zhaoyan's body, his cold eyes flickered slightly.

Xiao Su panted heavily, and tried to inject the evil spirit again.

This time his spiritual power successfully penetrated into Zhaoyan's body.

But in the same way, his spiritual power couldn't detect the hiding place of the toxin.A large amount of blood in Zhaoyan's body began to be polluted, Lingli felt the wounds on Zhaoyan's fragile organs, but was still powerless.

Zhaoyan couldn't bear the pain, and his pupils gradually became dilated.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Su with effort, but his moist eyes were out of focus.

"Yanyan..." Xiao Su hurriedly grabbed his hand. He calmed down, calmed down his voice, and comforted him, "Hey, if you can't hold on, go to sleep first, and open your eyes when the pain is gone. It's okay, I won't hurt you." will cause you trouble."

Zhaoyan got permission, and twitched the corners of his mouth aggrievedly, and then finally relaxed his tense nerves, closed his eyes and fell into a coma.

Xiao Su spread out his five fingers, wrote down the spell, and sent a letter to Fengyue, asking her to come quickly.

As soon as the amulet floated out of the window, there was an unacceptable sound of opening the door.