The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

As dusk deepened, the last ray of setting sun dyed Guoyun Peak blood red.

Chu Mo, holding the little fox, walked slowly towards the cave. Every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife. The poison from the Soul-Erosion Powder was eating away at his meridians, and even breathing was burning with pain.

The little fox twisted restlessly in his arms, and suddenly stretched out its pink tongue and gently licked the wound on his wrist.

Chu Mo was slightly startled, and actually felt a hint of coolness spreading from the wound.

"You..." He was about to speak when the little fox leaped from his arms and scurried off into the bushes beside the cave. A moment later, it returned with a crimson fruit in its mouth, placing it at his feet like a treasure.

"Squeak!" The little fox pushed the red fruit with its claws, its eyes full of anticipation.

Chu Mo bent down to pick up the red fruit, feeling a warmth against his fingertips. It was the rare "Red Flame Red Fruit," a rare treasure that was miraculously effective in suppressing cold poisons. He looked at the little fox and saw fresh scars on its front paws, likely from picking the spiritual fruit growing on the cliffside.

"You..." Chu Mo's voice was a little hoarse, "Why are you helping me?"

The little fox tilted her head and suddenly transformed into a little girl. She said in a baby voice, "Because my mother said I should find a good person wearing white clothes." She blinked her big amber eyes, "My mother said that people wearing white clothes will protect me."

Chu Mo was slightly startled. He looked down at his bloodstained white clothes, then at the little fox's innocent eyes, and knew in his heart that this little guy must have recognized the wrong person.

The fox clan has always respected the white fox. Her mother must have asked her to find the white fox elder in the clan.

But when he noticed the half of the jade pendant carved with a nine-tailed fox pattern hanging around the little fox's waist, his pupils shrank slightly.

This is clearly a token of the fox royal family. The little guy in front of me is probably the offspring of a fox princess.

"What else did your mother say?" Chu Mo asked softly.

The little fox shook his head and his ears drooped: "My mother only told me to find the man in white... and then... she left... I buried my mother." As he spoke, his eyes were filled with tears.

Chu Mo looked at her red, frozen feet and scarred claws, and his heart softened. Although she had recognized the wrong person, it was too dangerous for such a small fox demon to wander alone in the world of cultivation.

"Come with me into the cave first." Chu Mo sighed lightly and put the red fruit into his sleeve.

The little fox's eyes lit up, and it immediately changed back to its original form, happily following Chu Mo into the cave.

As soon as she entered the door, she looked around curiously, and finally curled up beside Chu Mo's cushion, resting her little head on his clothes, and soon began to snore.

Chu Mo looked at the defenseless little guy, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly.

He took out the red fruit and swallowed it, and immediately felt a warm current flowing to his limbs and bones, and the tingling in his meridians was slightly relieved.

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The warmth of the red fruit had not yet completely dissipated in the meridians when a noisy sound of footsteps was heard outside the cave.

Chu Mo frowned slightly and gently tucked the sleeping little fox into his sleeve. The little guy just whimpered and curled up into a fiery red ball in his sleeve pocket.

"Is Senior Brother Chu here?" A haughty voice sounded outside the cave. It was Zhao Ming, the inner sect deacon disciple - the one who had followed Chu Mo and flattered him the most diligently.

Chu Mo straightened his bloodstained sleeves, making sure the little fox was completely hidden, before slowly walking out of the cave. Three disciples in dark green robes stood outside the door, led by Zhao Ming, holding a scroll of gold-stamped documents.

"In compliance with the Sect Master's order," Zhao Ming raised his chin slightly, his eyes sweeping across Chu Mo's pale face, "From today on, Lonely Cloud Peak will be assigned to Senior Brother Chen for his spiritual practice. Senior Brother Chu, please move to Bizhu Garden immediately."

Chu Mo's eyes darkened. Bizhu Garden was the sect's most remote compound, perpetually cold and damp, a place even the menial disciples wouldn't want to live. The little fox in his sleeve seemed to sense his mood and gently nuzzled his wrist.

"Is there any grace period?" Chu Mo's voice was calm, as if he was discussing someone else's business.

Zhao Ming sneered: "Senior Brother Chen will be moving in tomorrow. Are you going to let the new chief wait for you..." He paused deliberately, his eyes sweeping across the scar on Chu Mo's wrist, "...a useless person packing up his belongings?"

The two disciples behind him chuckled in unison. The mountain breeze blew up fallen leaves, swirling around their feet.

Chu Mo was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled: "Okay."

This straightforward answer left Zhao Ming stunned. He had expected to see Chu Mo's humiliated and angry expression, but he didn't expect the other party to accept it so calmly.

"Then... pack up quickly!" Zhao Ming added angrily, "We have to finish moving before sunset!"

Chu Mo said no more and turned back to the cave. He moved very quietly, taking only a dusty wooden box from the corner.

As he passed by the futon, he tapped the mat with his fingertips, wiping away all remaining fox demon aura.

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"Let's go." In less than half an incense stick of time, Chu Mo stood at the entrance of the cave holding the wooden box.

Zhao Ming looked at him suspiciously: "Is that all?"

"Yeah." Chu Mo said lightly, and the little fox in his sleeve moved uneasily.

People who practice Taoism all have a personal space, and this wooden box is just something they picked up to cover the little fox in their sleeves.

The three of them followed Chu Mo down the mountain as if they were escorting a prisoner.

When passing by the martial arts training ground, a group of disciples who were sparring suddenly stopped and pointed at Chu Mo. Someone deliberately laughed loudly and said, "Isn't this our former Chief Chu? How did he fall to this state?"

The little fox in his sleeve suddenly trembled violently. Chu Mo calmly stroked its back with his fingertips, but he did not stop walking.

Bizhuyuan is even more dilapidated than imagined.

Half of the thatched roof collapsed, the door panel hung crookedly on the door frame, and there was thick dust inside the house.

The only thing that was intact was the clump of green bitter bamboo outside the window, which made a rustling sound in the wind.

"This is it." Zhao Ming stood three feet away and refused to get closer, as if this shabby house would tarnish his robes. "Tomorrow the servants will deliver the monthly allowance." After saying that, he hurried away with his people, as if staying any longer would bring bad luck.