The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Nan Xingchen looked innocent and hurriedly explained: "Uncle, calm down, calm down, I really didn't tease you, I don't even have Dan Yuan, I can't cast a spell."

She really wasn't teasing him, she really wanted to help him right now.

But the strength doesn’t allow it!

Nan Xingchen could only hold his head with both hands. The resentment of the black mist was too heavy. It hit Nan Xingchen hard and he was knocked to the ground.

Her body was injured by the evil spirit, her chest was twitching with pain, and blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth.

"Don't lie to me again."

Shao Jie condensed a larger mass of black mist and attacked the Southern Star.

Nan Xingchen quickly closed her eyes. She felt that she was definitely dead this time. The man in front of her was even more difficult to deal with than Su Muwei.

She held her head tightly with both hands, and was so frightened that she dared not even breathe. If it was a monster, she could still deal with it. But she was helpless against this ghost.

Just when Nan Xingchen looked desperate.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the air and enveloped Shao Jie, and he let out a scream.

Nan Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the light, only to see a rope appear in the center of the light, binding Shao Jie tightly.

Su Muwei stood in front of her at some point and was staring at her coldly.

Nan Xingchen got up from the ground, looked at him with surprise, and whispered, "You, when did you come?"

Su Muwei frowned slightly and said calmly: "Nan Xingchen, don't you know your own weight? You got into trouble again, overestimating your own abilities and wanting to convert ghosts?"

Nan Xingchen pulled Su Muwei's sleeve and shook it gently, smiling and flattering, "Of course I can't do that. I still have you, brother Wei. What do you think we should do? My aunt went to the grave of my ghost uncle two days ago, but she never thought that his spirit would come back with her.

I think he is too obsessed and hasn't let go of my aunt after all these years. But if he had continued to follow my aunt, she would have been sucked dry of her essence and blood and died."

Su Muwei flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, coughed lightly and said, "Why should I help you?"

Nan Xingchen's smile froze on his face, and then he said shamelessly: "Brother, you and I are connected by blood. It doesn't matter if something happens to me, but I'm afraid it will implicate you."

She paused and spoke softer: "For my brother, please help me. I only have one aunt like you. Can you bear to see me sad?"

Su Muwei turned around and said in a cold voice, "What does it have to do with me?"

Nan Xingchen glanced at her aunt who was dying on the bed. She was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She sobbed and whispered, "For my brother, please help me! As long as this spirit doesn't leave, our Nan Palace will never have peace. I will definitely not have the heart to practice. The three-year agreement with you will definitely be..."

Su Muwei interrupted her and said coldly: "If you can't do it, be careful that I will break your neck."

Nan Xingchen suddenly felt a chill on his neck and couldn't help but shrink his body.

After a moment, she pulled Su Muwei's sleeve and said bravely: "For my brother, for my brother, you will not sit idly by. Just help me."

Su Muwei gave her a reluctant look and sighed, "Why don't you set up the formation quickly?"

Nan Xingchen was stunned. How did he know that she could set up a formation?

The situation was urgent and she didn't have time to think too much. She hurriedly picked up a few stones from the flowerpot nearby, arranged them in a specific order, and used her finger as a pen to write something on the top of the stones.

Then he moved aside and said, "It's your turn now."

In order to stimulate his spiritual power, Su Mu made the tied-up Shao Jie's spirit float in the air above the formation.

Shao Jie understood their intentions and floated there obediently.

Nan Xingchen raised her hand, and the big word in the air flew towards Shao Jie's chest.

The big characters disappeared into Shao Jie's spirit.

Su Muwei stretched out his hand to activate his spiritual power. Rays of white light were injected into the formation, and the stones underneath emitted light one after another.

After a moment, the rays of light slowly gathered around Shao Jie, and his ethereal body gradually became stiff.

Nan Xingchen shouted excitedly: "Brother, we succeeded, you are awesome."

A faint smile appeared on Su Muwei's lips, and then his expression returned to its cold state.

Nan Xingchen turned around and looked at her aunt on the bed. She was in a dilemma again. She looked at Su Muwei and said with a smile: "Brother Wei, since you are involved in this matter, you should be a good person to the end. My aunt is unconscious, what do you think?"

Su Muwei frowned and glanced at her coldly: "Don't push your luck."

Nan Xingchen shook his sleeves, blinked her big eyes at him, and shouted with a smile: "For brother, for brother."

I don't know why? When Su Muwei heard her call him brother, his scalp tingled slightly and his heart beat faster.

He turned his back and stopped looking at her.

Nan Xingchen turned in front of him and shouted several times: "For my brother..."

Su Muwei interrupted her hurriedly: "Stop making noise!"

Nan Xingchen quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Su Muwei pinched a spiritual medicine with his slender fingertips and handed it over: "Feed it to her."

Nan Xingchen said sweetly: "Brother Wei, you are such a good person."

Su Muwei's eyelids jumped and he really wanted to take the medicine back, but the next second the pill was snatched away by Nan Xingchen.

The magic doctor spent ten years searching for rare herbs from all over the world to refine three elixirs, but just like that, one was wasted.

His eyelids twitched with pain.

Nan Xingchen poured a cup of warm water and asked Nan Qingru to take the pill.

Sure enough, after just a moment, Nan Qingru opened her eyelids and slowly woke up.

She looked towards Nan Xingchen and called out weakly, "Xing'er..."

Nan Xingchen helped her up, pointed at the man in the formation, and said softly: "Aunt, uncle is worried about you, and wants to see you one last time and say goodbye to you."

Nan Qingru's expression paused, and a gleam of light flashed in her turbid eyes. She looked at him in disbelief.

In an instant, tears welled up in his eyes and he asked in a trembling voice: "Shao Jie, is that you?"

Shao Jie moved his lips several times, as if he had a thousand words to say, but he couldn't utter a single word. He clenched his fists, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Nan Qingru staggered off the bed, took a few steps to him, and choked up, "Shao Jie, you've lost weight..."

She took out a few robes from the closet and frowned, "Shao Jie, look at the robes I made for you. They are too big now. You are too thin..."

Shao Jie moved his lips and finally called out, "Madam..."

Nan Qingru couldn't help but let her tears fall. She felt that no one would ever call her by this name again in her life.

She took a few steps forward and tried to hold Shaojie's hand: "Shaojie, Shaojie, I'm glad you're back."

She wanted to grab his hand, but found nothing. As if she understood something, she cried even harder.

Tears rolled down her eyes, and she asked him, "Shao Jie, are you never coming back?"

Shao Jie raised his hand to comfort her, but his empty hand couldn't reach her head.

Nan Qingru raised her hand and stroked her face, smiling through her tears, "Shao Jie, am I getting old? All these years since you left, I have been looking forward to seeing you day and night. You finally came back, but I didn't even have time to dress myself up."