The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Nan Lijun pondered for a moment. He didn't believe that the two children were the flesh and blood of King Xun of Chu. Now that he heard him deny it in person, he finally felt relieved.

Nan Lijun smiled and said, "When Jingchuan passed away, rumors were rife. They were indeed unbelievable."

He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. Just follow your wish and let Xingyu inherit the throne. As for Xing'er, she is my Nanlijun's granddaughter. No one is allowed to snatch her away."

"Okay, no one will snatch it from you." King Xun of Chu raised his eyebrows and smiled.

……

Inside the bedroom, the woman on the bed's face gradually turned red, but she was still in a deep sleep.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard. She tried hard to open her eyes, but she couldn't.

It was still pitch black in front of me.

The pain in her body gradually intensified, making her entire body unable to move.

She wondered if she was dead.

If he was dead, why did his body hurt so much? Dead people should have no consciousness.

"Xing'er..."

A deep and pleasant voice suddenly came into his ears, and Nan Xingchen was sure that he was not dead.

Then, her cold hands were tightly wrapped by a pair of warm big hands.

Nan Xingchen struggled to speak, but after trying for a long time, she couldn't utter a word.

The pain in her body caused her whole body to spasm.

"Don't be afraid, Xing'er, because your brother will always be with you."

This trembling voice made Nan Xingchen's heart tighten. He was the fearless Lord Demon.

But this voice was mixed with a variety of emotions: panic, uneasiness, heartache, pity... and a bit of joy of regaining what had been lost.

Su Muwei sat down beside the bed and placed his palms on her brows, as if to calm her anxiety.

"Xing'er, are you still in pain?" His voice was very hoarse.

He stroked her brows again and again, soothing her physical and mental pain.

Her pain seemed to be transmitted to his body through his palm. Nan Xingchen could clearly feel that his fingertips were trembling.

It seemed as if he was suffering the same pain as her.

Thinking of this, Nan Xingchen felt that the pain in her body was not so severe anymore because someone was sharing her pain.

In the following days, he stayed by her side to take care of her. He would feed her and give her medicine.

He would also talk to her, make her happy, and carefully wipe her body and wash her hair.

He would hold her in his arms like a young wife. This overly intimate posture not only did not make Nan Xingchen feel uncomfortable, but made her feel particularly at ease.

It's the feeling of giving yourself completely to him.

Whenever his fingers touched her skin, Nan Xingchen's whole body would turn red with shame.

Su Muwei would then tease with a smile: "Xing'er, I am your husband and I should take care of you. There is no need to be shy."

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Besides, you and I have been married for a long time. What part of you have I not seen?"

Nan Xingchen was speechless. He felt so ashamed and angry that he wanted to punch him a few times.

In short, he looked at my whole body thoroughly and took full advantage of me.

Finally, Nan Xingchen felt relieved and let him do whatever he wanted. They were his people anyway.

……

Ten days later.

In the side hall of the palace.

The girl on the bed gradually woke up. She opened her eyes and a handsome face came into view.

The man was about to call her name, but he saw her staring at him with cold eyes, which made the man's breath stop.

Could it be that she has lost her memory! ?

Forgot who he is?

Su Muwei's heart felt like it had fallen into an icy cave, and a hint of sadness lingered between his cold eyebrows.

Su Muwei thought secretly, don't be afraid, even if his Xing'er lost her memory, he would make her fall in love with him again.

"Ahem...Uncle, how many days have you not shaved?"

A woman's soft and sweet voice was heard, and a cold little hand teasingly lifted his chin.

Su Muwei's heart skipped a beat.

A huge wave of emotion surged in his heart, and he looked up at the woman with great joy. All the uneasiness in his obsidian pupils disappeared, and were filled with deep tenderness.

Nan Xingchen put her palm on his face and smiled weakly: "Brother Wei, do you miss me?"

"Think about it."

Su Muwei looked at her deeply with his eyes, raised his thin lips into a high arc, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

This time, he would not lose his star again.

The two of them enjoyed a moment of peace and quiet, and then Su Muwei received a message from Li Hu that there was movement in the abyss of the demon world again. A large number of ferocious beasts were hitting the seal and trying to escape. The battle between immortals and demons was about to break out.

Su Muwei lowered his head and kissed her forehead, smiling bitterly: "Xing'er, there is something urgent in the Demon Realm. I need to go back and come to see you later."

Nan Xingchen hugged him tightly, with no intention of letting go, and complained with a pouty mouth: "I just woke up, and you want to leave?"

Su Muwei pecked her lips again and coaxed her softly, "Xing'er, be good..."

"Xing'er, you are not good. Xing'er wants to be protected by her brother."

Nan Xingchen snuggled into his arms like a spoiled child.

Su Muwei rubbed her head and smiled helplessly: "Xing'er, when did you become so clingy?"

Nan Xingchen raised her little face and stared at him, whispering, "I died again, so of course I have to stick with you. Anyway, I don't care where you go, I'll go there too."

Su Muwei's eyes hardened, he held her head and put his face against hers. How could he want to be separated from her! ?

After a long while, he finally spoke: "Xing'er, this time it might be dangerous."

During the days she was comatose, although his real body was guarding her all the time, his other clone stayed in the demon world.

Recently, ferocious beasts have frequently escaped from the abyss of the demon world, including the ghosts of soldiers from the heavenly world.

"It's dangerous, that's why I have to go. Don't think of leaving me alone."

Nan Xingchen hugged his waist tightly, his tone domineering and a little unreasonable.

Su Muwei lowered his head, rubbed his lips against her nose, and laughed muffledly: "Okay, let's go together."

……

Yanchuan Demon City.

Dark clouds are hanging overhead.

When the smoke cleared, one could vaguely see the heavenly soldiers descending from the sky, waiting in formation.

In recent days, ferocious beasts from the abyss of the demon world have been escaping frequently, and the heavens have heard about it a long time ago.

He attempted to attack the demon world in order to wash away the shame of his defeat in the great war between immortals and demons ten thousand years ago.

Previously, the Demon Lord Sikong Wu Yue had used his divine power in vain, causing black rain to fall from the sky, the pillars of heaven to loosen, and the stars to fall. All the people in the heaven were filled with grief and hatred, and they turned their anger into strength, wanting to slaughter the Demon Lord Sikong Wu Yue and kill all the demons and monsters in the two worlds.

The demon world became the main battlefield.

In just half a day, only less than 200,000 of the 400,000 heavenly soldiers remained, and nearly half of the 300,000 demon army were killed or wounded.

But the good news is that Nan Xingyu and Rong Ke brought 100,000 soldiers from the Dayu Kingdom to support the Demon Realm, and Wen Ci also led the five major families of the Jiming Kingdom to come to support.

There were constant sounds of fighting in the Demon Realm, the sound of powerful spells colliding, the wind and clouds surging in the sky and earth, the sound shook the four fields, and the valleys echoed.

The smoke of gunpowder filled the air, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. The only sounds between heaven and earth were the deafening shouts of killing and flying blood and flesh.

As time passed, the blood splashed on the ground and formed a river of blood, and corpses piled up like mountains.

boom--

Boom——

"kill--"

The demon king Li Hu roared angrily and slapped a heavenly soldier to death with one palm. His eyes turned red with murderous intent. He held a spear in his hand and stabbed it straight into the chest of a heavenly soldier.