The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhaoyan cried even harder.

Tears fell one after another, and Xiao Su didn't even have time to wipe them away.

He frantically comforted her: "Yanyan, it's okay, don't cry, be good."

Zhaoyan was belching, and the hand hanging by his side slowly clenched Xiao Su's sleeve, but this time he didn't let go.

"Is it really me what you said... I'm afraid of you, I'm mistaken..." Zhaoyan choked, "I don't know what you mentioned..."

"It's you. Don't worry, you will remember one day." Xiao Su's eyes flickered when he thought of the soul-inducing lamp in his sleeve.

He changed his mind.

He couldn't forcibly destroy the soul existing in Zhaoyan's body so as to place a new soul in it.

He should have waited.

Zhaoyan's soul only belongs to Zhaoyan, and when Zhaoyan reaches the same age as the soul in the Yinpo Lantern, the soul will naturally return to its owner.

Now Yanyan is also very cute, he can't do anything to hurt Zhaoyan because of his own selfishness.

"Will you fall in love with me a second time?" Xiao Su raised Zhao Yan's tear-stained face and asked seriously.

Zhaoyan choked suddenly.

"You will." Xiao Su said affirmatively, "We can meet each other after a time and space, we are destined to come here."

"Gods, can gods be loved too?" Zhaoyan's eyes widened, he forgot to cry because of his surprise, "I thought gods could only be admired, and love was blasphemy...and there would be no gods, all emotions and desires. "

"Who said there is no God." Xiao Su pursed his lips, and the evil spirit between his eyebrows and eyes reappeared, adding a lot of vitality to his handsome face, "I failed 72 times, because I didn't have a complete set of seven emotions and six desires."

Zhaoyan couldn't understand again.

He stared blankly at Xiao Su, the confusion and mist in his eyes intertwined on his brown pupils.

"You are my catastrophe, and the only gain I have gained in the two thousand years I have been alive." Xiao Su pressed a kiss on his forehead, "All my joys and pains are bestowed by you, and all of them are caused by you."

Zhaoyan hastily stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, his face was flushed, and the tips of his ears were also red, and he was about to bleed.

What it is like to be pitied by God, it is probably what he looks like now, uneasy, shy, nervous, with mixed feelings in his heart...

Xiao Su laughed out loud, because his panicked and cramped reaction was too palatable.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything else to you." Xiao Su picked up the bowl again to feed him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "I will wait for you to grow up."

Zhaoyan opened his mouth to hold the food, and his cheeks were bulging.While chewing his rice, he looked at Xiao Su in bewilderment.

Xiao Su caught his gaze and raised his eyebrows.

Zhaoyan immediately lowered his eyes, avoiding to meet his gaze.

"What should I call you..." Zhaoyan swallowed his food and asked in a low voice, "What kind of god are you?"

"Xiao Su." Xiao Su said, "Heavenly Demons are in charge of all evil spirits in the world. They are good at manipulating people's desires and setting fire to heaven."

Zhao Yan nodded clearly, no wonder the other party looked at the evil spirit, said serious but not serious, dignified but not correct: "It turns out to be a demon."

Xiao Su rubbed his little head, and saw through the other party's transparent thoughts at a glance, from those eyes that couldn't hide what was on his mind.

Zhaoyan started to do her homework after eating.

Hearing Zhaoyan say that homework is very important, Xiao Su didn't bother him anymore.

He sat on the edge of the bed and watched the little guy's upright sitting posture for a while, just like sitting on the edge of the bed earlier and watching Zhaoyan help him write English characters with a lamp in his hand, the back view and figure were exactly the same.

Xiao Su couldn't help laughing out of joy.

Uncontrollable laughter is joy from the heart.

Zhaoyan heard his movements, and looked back: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Xiao Su replied, "I'll go out for a while."

"Are you leaving?" Zhao Yan nervously stood up from his seat holding a pen, the reluctance in his eyes made Xiao Su's heart turbulent.

"Come back later." Xiao Su walked in front of him, leaned over to ruffle his hair, and sighed, "I really want to kiss you."

Zhaoyan blushed again in embarrassment.

With his head down, he tightly clutched the clothes beside him with his ten fingers. He didn't agree, but he didn't have the guts to refuse the god.

"Don't run around in the house." Xiao Su would not force him, he looked away from Zhao Yan, and walked out through the closed door.

In fact, Xiao Su was not surprised by the existence of this world, even though there are strange buildings, strange clothes, strange means of travel, and most people have strange smells.Different money, different fonts, and different living environment, Xiao Su quickly accepted them all.

Zhaoyan had told him about this place before, and he had already made mental preparations.

It's not that he didn't take Zhaoyan's words to heart, but he was afraid that one day Zhaoyan would come back here inexplicably like he came to the world of cultivating immortals for no reason, and disappear, how would he go to find his lover back.

It seems that if he doesn't admit it, Yan Yan will always be by his side.

Self-deception, heh, who hasn't done it yet.

After Xiao Su left, Zhao Yan couldn't do his homework with peace of mind.

The tip of the pen stayed on the half-written proof question, and the black dots formed by the ink were getting bigger and bigger. Zhao Yan turned his head to look at Xiao Su several times, but he didn't see the figure of the other party.

After several adjustments, there was no way to calm down his restless mood, so Zhao Yan simply put down his pen, took out the money left over from his odd job today from his school bag and put it in his pocket.

Four yuan, I wanted to save it to buy breakfast cakes for two yuan each tomorrow.

But today Xiao Su bought a lot of food for him, sealed it and put it in water to cool at night, as long as it doesn't spoil, he can solve the breakfast.

Zhaoyan decisively unscrewed the door.

Father was still eating outside the house, Xu was surprised that today's food was so rich, and when he heard the sound, he stared drunkenly at Zhaoyan who was walking in a hurry.

But Zhaoyan didn't pay attention, he slipped out of the gate and ran towards the nearby fruit shop.

After Xiao Su returned to Zhaoyan's room with a bag of pastries and snacks recommended by the cashier, he didn't see the little things that the other party was supposed to be sitting at the table.

He frowned, turned his head to look at the living room, only Zhaoyan's father was there.

Sure enough, it is still necessary to put a ban on Zhaoyan, so as not to panic when they can't see each other.

And it's a panic.

He shouldn't have gone out alone.

He should carry a statement with him wherever he goes.

Otherwise, the uncontrollable panic and grief rising in his chest would not instantly control his entire body.

He absolutely cannot lose his words for the second time, even if he is killed!

The golden fire between the eyebrows ignited immediately, and the fire was strong.

Xiao Su threw the plastic bag on the ground viciously, his body was filled with evil spirits, and the narrow room was on the verge of bursting due to his emotional agitation.

The ghosts walking through the night retreat back to the underworld in fear because of the deterrence of the demon.

The wind carried the hot temperature and almost burned the innocent branches.

The sky fire is about to move, brewing a violent burning.

However, in the next second, everything returned to its original state in an instant, so fast that it was almost impossible to notice any abnormality.

Because Zhaoyan came back with a beautifully shaped apple.

He entered the house, held the apple in both hands and handed it to Xiao Su, his voice was small but extremely docile: "Your tribute."

The fire between Xiao Su's brows was extinguished, he stared at Zhao Yan absently, his voice was hoarse: "For me?"

"Yeah." Zhaoyan nodded, rolled his eyes with a smile, "Other gods have tributes, and you are my god, so you also have tributes. It used up all my savings today, and it is the best I can pick. Okay. Please don't be disgusted..."

Xiao Su pulled him into his arms, smiled, but his eyes were red: "What tribute do I want, as long as you are by my side, I don't need anything."

Zhaoyan's eyes trembled shyly.

He didn't know where to put the hand hanging by his side, he hesitated for a few seconds before mustering up the courage, and reverently raised his arms to embrace Xiao Su who seemed to be in need of comfort at the moment.

Zhaoyan's father, who staggered up from his seat while holding the wine bottle, looked at Zhaoyan's frail figure and walked over angrily.

In the blurred vision, Zhaoyan was standing in a strange posture, with his hands in the air, holding a fruit that was rarely eaten on weekdays.

His father, with his naked eyes, was of course unaware that Zhaoyan was hugging his god at this moment.

His father didn't even know that the God of Proverbs loved him more than everyone in the world, including his parents.