The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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So hot……

It's dark in front of you...

Who is so close to him, so close that the air is cut off, the whole person is like drowning, almost unable to breathe...

Zhaoyan opened his eyes in a daze, and unconsciously pushed the chest of the person who was too close to him.

The touch from the palm is firm and hot, giving people a strong sense of oppression.Zhaoyan was startled, and immediately withdrew his hand.

However, the vague scent that came from his nose made Zhaoyan, who was in a feverish period, put aside his guard all of a sudden, and couldn't help sniffing at the other's neck.

What kind of pheromone is this smell, kind of like sandalwood...

Zhaoyan opened his mouth, his wet voice was panting slightly, and he asked uncertainly, "...alpha?"

"What are you talking about? This deity has never heard of it." The tone of the man's voice has a hint of evil, and the low and magnetic voice seems to travel through time and space to the ears, causing people's souls to tremble. .

Zhao Yan, who couldn't get an answer, stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes in bewilderment, trying to clear his sight.

At the same time, the damp, hot and sticky feeling all over his body made him realize the source of his abnormal state: "My, it seems that the fever period has arrived...Excuse me, do you have any inhibitors? I will save money to buy them back for you... ..."

"What nonsense?" The man who couldn't understand Zhaoyan's words for the second time seemed to have less patience than before, "Your harvesting period is coming, but your body is no different from ordinary people, and there is no effect of improving your cultivation. .I can’t double cultivate with you for the time being, so I use my spiritual power to help you through.”

Zhaoyan pricked up his ears, but he couldn't understand what the other party was saying.But it seemed that there was really a scorching power running around in his body, and it was very difficult to absorb it, and it was very uncomfortable.

He tried his best to raise his heavy eyelids, and followed the other party's voice in confusion.

The moment Xiao Su's face was reflected in his gradually clear line of sight, Zhao Yan was so shocked that he didn't speak for a long time.

Good, handsome man...

The eyes are dark and deep, the bridge of the nose is straight, and there is a cluster of red and orange entangled flames between the eyebrows, which burn uninterruptedly as if given life, looking extremely wild...

but……

Zhaoyan suddenly pulled out the hand that Xiao Su was playing with in the palm, lowered his head and said, "No, touch me."

Xiao Su frowned slightly, as if he thought the other party's behavior was ridiculous, and his expression became a little more mocking: "It's just a lowly pot that everyone can pick up. What kind of lofty posture do you make in front of this deity?"

Zhao Yan was scolded for no reason, and a circle of mist appeared in his eyes habitually.

He tried to move back, trying to stay away from Xiao Su.But during the movement, he suddenly found that he was still in the posture of being surrounded by Xiao Su's arms, his waist was restrained by the other's palm, and he was not even dressed neatly.

The two are really, too close.

Zhaoyan's heart trembled, he raised his head in horror, and looked around.

Black gauze, carved bedside, towering stone pillars, hollowed-out windows.

So unfamiliar.

This is not his home, and he has never been to such a place.

Xiao Su seemed to see his confusion: "This is my bedroom."

Zhao Yan: "I don't know you..."

"When the deity returned to Hanshan, I passed by Lingxi, and smelled a sweet and greasy scent." Xiao Su said, leaned in front of Zhaoyan, and sniffed carefully, "The fragrance of the tripod is pure, strong and long-lasting, it is really delicious. A first-class furnace. Therefore, I bring you here to be the first furnace that I have practiced so far."

"Bring me here?" Zhaoyan suspected that he had been abducted by human traffickers, and the shock completely woke him up from his trance.

His eyes were red with anxiety, and he pushed Xiao Su hard, his voice trembling: "Don't hug me...I'm not someone who can be bought or sold."

Xiao Su was repeatedly rejected by an insignificant furnace, and the tenderness of the last second was gone now, and the impatience and contempt in his tone were undisguised: "However, an ant that is still climbing at the stage of a mortal body, what right do you have to say to the deity?" No?"

"Or do you have to bet on your lowly life to see if this deity will kill you?" Xiao Su lifted Zhaoyan's chin, and as if playing with his slender fingertips, he followed Zhaoyan's small and delicate fingertips. Adam's apple goes downstream.

It seems that in the next second, his beautiful fingers will pass through Zhaoyan's neck and wring his head off.

Zhaoyan looked down at Xiao Su's dangerous hand, tears filled his eyes, and he didn't dare to say another word.

Xiao Su saw that he finally closed his mouth, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Yo, it looks so good when you cry."

Zhaoyan's lips turned pale instantly because of the other party's words.

He doesn't understand other things, but he praises him for his good looks, and he has seen too many people who want to bully him with this excuse.

It's scary, Zhaoyan doesn't like to be praised.

"It's not good-looking." Zhao Yan shook his head desperately, his gentle almond eyes stared like frightened hamsters because of panic, "I'm not good-looking."

"Your eyebrows are picturesque, your lips are red and your teeth are white. You have the appearance that a furnace should look like--excellent appearance, delicate body and soft body, which is very pleasing to the eye." After Xiao Su's stubborn evaluation, he even pulled Zhao Yan and dialed She brushed the other person's hair that was too short, "It's just that there is no hair."

Zhaoyan hastily stretched out his hand to protect his head, avoiding Xiao Su's touch.

The strange thing is that Xiao Su's hair is almost waist-length, and it is tied with a hair crown. It looks like the heroine in a costume drama...

Costume?

This idea popped up in his mind, Zhaoyan felt that he was not being trafficked, and as if seeing hope, he carefully lowered his arms and asked, "You, are you filming?"

After asking this sentence, Zhaoyan looked back around, trying to find the camera.

But there was nothing around, no staff, let alone so-called cameras.

Xiao Su frowned slightly: "?"

"You're not filming." Zhao Yan's hopes were dashed, he suspected that the other party was not a good person, his voice became heavy, "Can you let me go first, I'm not very used to being hugged by strangers like this..."

Before Zhaoyan finished speaking, Xiao Su suddenly grabbed his neck unceremoniously, and before he could react, his body was already roughly pushed down on the bed.

After warning several times, Zhao Yan still resisted, which sparked the anger in Xiao Su's eyes.

All of a sudden, evil spirits surrounded him, and if there was a black mist that was about to dissipate, it made him look like an evil ghost from hell.

"If you can't get used to it, you have to get used to it. I don't have the patience to wait for you to get used to it. If you make me angry, I will destroy the top-notch furnace, but it's just a matter of me!"

Mozun's five fingers carried hurting energy, Zhaoyan couldn't bear it for a while, as if countless needles were stuck between his necks, he couldn't help curling up on the bed in pain, and he couldn't let out a whisper even though he gritted his teeth. Swallow back into the stomach.

Even the intolerance of the febrile period was completely suppressed by this torture.

Xiao Su's eyes reflected Zhao Yan's pitiful struggle, and said condescendingly, "You idiot who can't control himself."

Zhao Yan had no time to take care of Xiao Su's anger, only felt the sharp stinging pain became more and more obvious, as if his neck was pierced and twisted by a human knife.

Physiological tears were forced out of the corners of his eyes, and cold sweat drenched his whole body for a moment.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts like I'm dying...

Zhaoyan's hoarse throat could no longer squeeze out any syllables for help, his legs struggled to push against the bed, and he couldn't move Xiao Su's hand resting on him no matter what.

Xiao Su's face reflected in his sight gradually became blurred, and the moment the man let go of him, Zhao Yan's consciousness seemed to be pulled away, and he passed out.