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Xiyu felt distressed when hearing Lingjiao's crying. She took the initiative to go forward and take Lingjiao back, holding her in her arms and coaxing her gently.

Perhaps because the smell on her body was more familiar, Ling Jiao's crying turned into soft sobbing and she stopped shaking.

"Good~House~(Monster)"

Having set the precedent of speaking, Ling Jiao began to try to say something else.

Xiyu understood, and touched her sweat-soaked hair with concern, and comforted her softly, "It's okay, it's okay, the monster has been taken away, and my mother, my grandmother, and the emperor are all here."

"Ah~"

Honghui shouted unwillingly.

"Yes, my brother is here too."

Xiyu nodded in agreement with his suggestion and asked him to comfort his sister as well.

Ling Jiao was frightened. Even though she stopped crying, she still looked listless and in low spirits.

Xiyu said hello and took the two little ones back to the tent.

Returning to a more familiar environment, Ling Jiao gradually felt sleepy and fell asleep holding onto her sleeves.

Honghui lay down beside him, looking well-behaved and not wanting to disturb him.

"Was Honghui scared today?"

Xiyu touched his bald little forehead, and he shook his head obediently and pointed at his sister.

"Yes, my sister was frightened. Then Honghui will sleep with her tonight, okay?"

She covered the two guys with a thin quilt and hummed a long and melodious tune.

It took a while before I managed to coax both children to sleep.

Xiyu stood up to relax her muscles and heard Chunshi's reminder in her ear, "Fujin, it's already late."

She nodded and tried to gently pull the sleeve out of Lingjiao's hand, but just when she pulled it out a little, Lingjiao groaned and slept uneasily.

She had to give up the idea of ​​pulling out her sleeves for the time being and patted him gently to comfort him.

"Just take it off like this."

Helplessly, Xiyu had to take off her clothes in this position, quickly washed up and lay back on the couch.

Calculating the time, it should be the hour of Hai now.

"It's so late, haven't they dispersed yet?"

"Return to the Lady, not yet."

"What took so long?"

Xiyu muttered to herself, and then told Chunshi that if Yinzhen came back at night, he should sleep in the children's tent.

The smoke from the incense burner is thick and has a calming effect.

She gradually fell asleep, but was soon awakened by a low, hoarse cry.

It’s Ling Jiao!

Xiyu jumped up with a start, and with sleepy eyes groped to hold the crying Lingjiao in his arms.

"Good boy, mom is here."

Chun Shi, who was on guard, walked in quickly, lit the incense and candles, and the room was filled with a dim light.

Xiyu found that Lingjiao still had her eyes closed.

"Our little princess must have had a nightmare because of the fear. What a fool that commander is. It's just a fire. Just put it out. Why is he making such a fuss?"

When Chun Shi saw Ling Jiao's sweaty forehead, he felt so distressed that his eyes turned red.

The little princess has been pampered by everyone since she was born, so she has never suffered such hardships.

Xiyu secretly gathered his spiritual power into the palm of his hand that was supporting Lingjiao's buttocks, coaxing her softly while using his spiritual power to soothe her.

It took a while before Ling Jiao fell into a more peaceful sleep.

But Xiyu didn't dare to sleep, for she was worried that her daughter wouldn't be able to touch anyone when she was scared.

"Fujin, how about I bear it? This journey has been tiring, and you haven't had a good rest for a few days."

Chun Shi not only felt sorry for the little princess, but also felt sorry for his own master.

"It's okay. I'm in much better shape now. Staying up all night is nothing."

As he spoke, Xiyu changed into a comfortable position, moved the pillow behind him to lean against it, and then stretched out his hand to block the light in front of Lingjiao's eyes.

"Please put out the candle first. It might be too bright and you might not be able to sleep well."

"Yes."

The candles in the tent went out, and Chunshi went out to guard the door.

A dark environment can easily make people feel sleepy, so Xiyu moved a little further inside and took a nap while hugging Lingjiao.

She didn't notice that a warm green aura flew out from Ling Jiao and quietly emerged from the tent.

It wandered around the camp, sniffing this tent and that tent, as if it was looking for something.

It has sniffed almost the entire large campsite, but still hasn't found it.

It floated in the air angrily and flew towards the last tent.

A foul smell wafted out of the tent, mixed with the scent of medicated oil for burns.

This is it!

This bad guy!

It didn't go directly into the tent, but instead increased the wind around it, making the tent make a creepy sound.

The sound was like countless evil spirits calling for revenge, making people feel creepy and unable to sleep well.

Su Ritu was awakened by the noise. He opened his eyes in a daze and felt an unbearable burning pain on his butt.

He wanted to sit up, but was afraid of hurting the wound, so he could only carefully maintain his original posture.

"Azena! Azena!"

He called out several times but no one responded, and he angrily threw the bowl of medicine on the bedside table to the ground.

At this moment, a sinister and terrifying voice suddenly sounded: "Woo woo woo...Give me back my life."

The warm green aura imitated the human voice, threatening and frightening Su Ritu, trying to make him piss his pants.

It revealed its true form, and a ball of warm green mist rushed around in the tent, making strange noises.

But Su Ritu was not a coward at all. He thought that this strange phenomenon was just someone playing tricks.

"What the hell!"

Su Ritu cursed loudly, endured the pain in his body, raised his hand and waved it, but he didn't touch anything, and his palm went straight through the green mist.

Yo~ You still dare to take action?

The green spiritual energy filled his heart with anger and immediately turned into a huge palm, about forty centimeters long, much larger than an adult's palm.

He slapped Su Ritu in the face, causing his mouth and nose to bleed.

He reached out his hand to wipe it, but the blood was not wiped away. Instead, it was smeared onto his face and mixed with the bruises on his face. It looked unexpectedly scary, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Uh ~

The little green mist floated away in disgust, but after thinking for a while, it felt unsatisfied and floated back.

"Grandma's!"

Su Ritu cursed softly.

The last time he was beaten was when Abu was still alive.

He didn't care about the burns on his back, he just turned over, stood up, picked up the pillow and swung it towards the green mist.

The green mist dispersed and gathered together again, and he couldn't be hurt at all.

Instead, he was hit several times without realizing it, and each time it hurt as if his bones were broken.