The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

There was a sudden deathly silence.

Su Muwei squatted beside her, gazing at her stubborn little face with heartache.

Everyone present was looking at Nan Xingchen who was seriously injured. How could he fight back?

She staggered to her feet, raised her bloody hand high, and a yellow rune appeared in the air.

The old man in white robe narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at her with contempt, and was about to attack her again.

The cold and sharp voice seemed to be wrapped in shards of ice, and was surprisingly chilling.

"Sacrifice your blood and write a fatal rune."

She poured the blood from her palm into the rune and shouted, "Take his life, get out—"

In an instant, the blood followed the lines on the runes and gradually merged with it.

A strange light radiated from the surrounding area of ​​the yellow rune, and it flew straight towards the old man in white robe.

"Blood curse rune?"

The pupils of the old man in white robe suddenly shrank, and he gathered spiritual power in his palms to try to stop the attack of the rune.

Boom——

The rune collided with the spiritual power, making a loud bang and then exploded in the air.

In an instant, a blinding bloody light struck, and the old man in white robe covered his eyes with both hands, screaming: "My, my eyes."

"Quick, hurry up."

The crowd that had gathered around them dispersed.

Nan Xingchen exhausted all his spiritual energy and finally refined this blood talisman.

The internal strength in her dantian was exhausted, her legs felt like they were stepping on cotton, and her body was shaking.

Slowly close your eyes.

Just before she completely lost consciousness, she vaguely realized that she had fallen into a familiar, firm embrace.

A cool and pleasant scent wafted into her nose, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

She knew it was him.

Su Muwei raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips, then picked her up sideways, and their bodies disappeared in an instant.

The old man in white robe had his eyes injured by the blood talisman, and blood was flowing down.

Chu Mohan was in a distracted state, and several guards carried him away.

When Gan Tang arrived with Nan Lijun and Nan Qingru, there was no trace of Nan Xingchen.

Nan Xingchen seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Nan Lijun turned Kyoto upside down but couldn't find her.

Nan Xingchen was once again caught up in the gossip of the crowd. This loser was really capable and could even drive runes.

What kind of connection did she have with the young man from Dongzhou? Everyone speculated that there was an 80% chance that the two of them had already hooked up.

Otherwise, Wen Ci would have been so stupid as to stand up for Nan Xingchen and even had his arm cut off.

the other side.

Nan Xingchen was brought to the backyard of Baizhentang by Su Muwei.

He put the unconscious Nan Xingchen on the bed, took out a pill and fed it into her mouth.

The elixir melts in your mouth.

The Qi in Nan Xingchen's Dantian was running wild, his breathing was disordered, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face.

The pills could heal her external injuries, but they couldn't calm the internal Qi running wild in her body.

Su Muwei held her hand tightly and called softly: "Xing'er..."

He gathered spiritual power in his palm and suspended it over her abdomen, intending to input spiritual power into her body. He was surprised to find that she was actually a great spiritual master at this time.

It's impossible. With Nan Xingchen's talent, he can at least break through to the Spirit King level in these two months.

Su Muwei paused and continued to circulate his true Qi to explore her body, but he never expected that he was hit back by a strong and brutal force.

Nan Xingchen felt as if he was about to die. His body was as ethereal as smoke, the spiritual energy in his dantian was exhausted, and his body was floating, not knowing where he was going.

She regained some consciousness and tried to open her eyelids, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

She vaguely felt her body gradually becoming heavier, as if it was restrained by something.

After a long while, she moved her dry lips and called out with difficulty: "Su, Su Muwei, is that you?"

Su Muwei leaned over and kissed her forehead, then said in a low voice and solemnly: "Xing'er..."

"It's my fault for causing you such serious injury... I'm just a coward."

After he finished speaking, a beam of white light flew out from Su Muwei's forehead and stopped at Nan Xingchen's forehead.

call out--

The white light disappeared into Nan Xingchen's forehead. Nan Xingchen frowned slightly, and a moan escaped from the corner of his lips.

Her face gradually regained its composure.

Su Muwei closed his eyes and intertwined his slender fingers with hers.

Nan Xingchen felt a warm current flowing through her body, and the internal Qi that was running wild in her body was gradually contained.

In a moment, a familiar and unique scent rushed into her nostrils. She tried hard to open her eyelids, and through the dim light, she saw a hazy figure.

"For my brother..."

She called him with difficulty.

sizzle-

When Su Muwei heard these three words, the ice in his heart melted. In front of this woman, the iceberg in his heart melted into a pool of water.

Nan Xingchen tried hard to move his dry lips, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.

What caught her eyes was a charming and handsome face. His lips were so soft, tender and hot, and he licked and traced her lips gently.

Just like an animal licking the wounds of its companion.

Su Muwei held the back of her head with one hand and hugged her slender waist with the other, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, as if he wanted to melt the woman in front of him into his own body.

Nan Xingchen looked at him in disbelief.

He leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Xing'er, be good and close your eyes."

The deep and gentle voice was like a spring breeze in February, caressing her heart, and Nan Xingchen's long eyelashes fluttered like a frightened butterfly.

Nan Xingchen was bewitched by his voice and closed her eyelids tiredly.

She even hooked her arm around his neck and kissed him back, wanting to keep his warmth.

Su Muwei kissed her carefully, and sensing something unusual in her body, he dived his spiritual consciousness into her sea of ​​consciousness.

Her sea of ​​consciousness was a lake, with a snow daffodil growing in the center of the lake.

Su Muwei flew over the lake, leaned over and looked, and found that the snow daffodil seemed to have been picked by someone, and only four of the six petals were left.

Just as he was surprised, a female voice suddenly reached his ears.

"You finally came."

The voice sounded like Nan Xingchen, but it was sharper than hers.

Su Muwei frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The voice continued, "You don't need to know who I am. Do you know why two petals are missing from her body?"

"Why?"

"To save you."

"what?"

"She is so stupid. In order to save you, she damaged her true body and it is difficult for her to improve her cultivation. Yet you know nothing about this."

save him?

In order to save him, he actually damaged his own real body. Nan Xingchen, you are so stupid.

Why not say it?

When she came out of her sea of ​​consciousness, Nan Xingchen was already fast asleep. Su Muwei stared at her little face for a long time in silence.

His heart trembled again and again, he pursed his thin lips, raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek.

The dusty past came crashing down like a tidal wave.

That time he was seriously injured and lost consciousness, and came to her side through the void.

In order to save him, she actually damaged her real body. No wonder she hasn't made any progress in her cultivation in the past few months.

He looked at her for a long while, then suddenly leaned over and kissed her forehead. His face was calm as water, but his heart was surging with huge waves.

I'm so heartbroken that I can't speak.

It was already late at night when I left the house.

Qian Yi appeared and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty."

"You send her back to the Southern Palace."

The light in Su Muwei's eyes dimmed little by little.

Qian Yi said in embarrassment: "Your Majesty, after Miss Xingchen wakes up, if she asks who saved her, how should I answer?"

"Then say you saved her."

There were waves in Su Muwei's eyes.

The better she treated him, the less he could harm her. Even though she liked Su Muwei, she hated Sikong Wu Yue.

In the end, I didn't have the courage to force her to stay by my side.

"But." Qian Yi hesitated.

"Go quickly. I have erased her memory of tonight."

Su Muwei gazed at the bright moon and the stars, his heart was broken and the pain was beyond words.

The demons have a long lifespan. Will he be able to stop loving her one day?