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

But this little fox was like a wildfire, slowly melting the ice in his heart.

A sudden rain came in the afternoon and the thatched hut leaked badly.

The little fox changed back to its original form, squatting on Chu Mo's shoulder, using its tail to shield him from the leaking rain. When Chu Mo was repairing the roof, she passed him bamboo sticks and occasionally used healing magic to help him relieve the pain in his meridians.

"Senior, look!" she suddenly pointed at the eaves when the rain stopped. A rainbow stretched across the bitter bamboo forest, and water droplets dripped from the tips of the thatched grass, reflecting a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.

Chu Mo looked into her sparkling eyes and suddenly remembered that when he was young, he too had jumped for joy for a rainbow. However, as his cultivation level grew, he lost that innocent heart.

"There's treasure at the end of the rainbow." The little fox leaned closer mysteriously, "Mom said so!"

Chu Mo chuckled: "Want to go treasure hunting?"

The little fox shook his head, his ears drooping: "Mother said... to go look for it with the most important person." She suddenly grabbed Chu Mo's sleeve, "When Senior's injury is healed, can we go together?"

The wind after the rain carried the fragrance of earth. Chu Mo looked at her expectant eyes and finally nodded.

The little fox cheered and jumped into his arms, and the raindrops in its hair wet his collar.

At night, the little fox lay by the window and watched the evening primrose bloom.

Chu Mo was studying ancient books under the lamp when he suddenly heard her softly ask, "Senior, why do people feel pain?"

Chu Mo looked up and saw her blowing air on the scabbed wound on her palm.

"Because I'm alive." He closed the book. "But the places that have been hurt will become stronger."

The little fox nodded as if she understood, and suddenly crawled onto his lap: "Then let me blow on it more, senior, will it hurt?" She breathed gently on Chu Mo's heart, and the warm breath penetrated the thin white clothes.

The flame of the bronze lamp suddenly shot up three inches, illuminating the entire room. Chu Mo was stunned—the cold poison from the Soul-Erosion Powder had actually been dispelled a little more.

He looked down at the little fox who was seriously "healing" and suddenly realized that the best medicine in the world has never been natural treasures.

The stars were shining brightly outside the window. Chu Mo carried the sleeping little fox to the straw mat and gently brushed away the loose hair on her forehead.

This time, his fingertips finally fell, lightly stroking the stretched brows, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

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The morning mist is like a veil, lingering in the bitter bamboo forest.

The dilapidated thatched cottage was looming in the mist, and the raindrops hanging from the eaves made a subtle rhythm on the bluestone slabs.

Chu Mo knelt in front of the mottled stone table, twisting a bamboo tea spoon with his fingertips. The sound of snow bud tea leaves falling into the coarse pottery teapot was particularly clear in the quiet morning light.

"Brother..."

When the call came through the mist, Chu Mo's hand holding the pot paused imperceptibly. He didn't need to look up to know who was coming - he had heard this voice for ten years, each step was in a specific rhythm, a pace unique to Gong Xueying, light and graceful with a hint of pride.

The little fox pricked up its ears on his shoulder, its fiery red fur slightly exploding in the morning dew.

Chu Mo calmly bent his fingers and gently stroked the tip of its ear. The little guy immediately understood and turned into a stream of light and slipped into his wide sleeves.

The bamboo fence groaned under the weight. Gong Xueying stood in the morning light, wearing a goose yellow Liuxian dress embellished with pearls, and a soft halo flowed in the mist.

She had specially combed her hair into the most fashionable flying fairy bun today. A golden hairpin in her hair trembled slightly with her breathing, but it made her face look even paler.

"Miss Gong, you are so noble, you are visiting such a humble place, aren't you afraid of getting your embroidered shoes dirty?" Chu Mo's voice was three times colder than the snow buds in the teapot. Boiling water rushed into the teacup, and the steaming white mist blurred his sharply defined profile.

Gong Xueying's body shook, and a fine line appeared on her carefully drawn willow-leaf eyebrows.

In the past, when she came to Guoyun Peak, although Chu Mo would not greet her deliberately, he would serve her tea and never treated her coldly.

Now, the voice of "Miss Gong" is three times colder than the edge of a poisoned sword.

"I have something to ask you." She suddenly lifted her skirt, and her gold-embroidered shoes sank into the mud, splashing stains on her elegant skirt. "My father has been saying something to Brother Chen recently..."

The little fox in his sleeve twisted restlessly, and Chu Mo's fingertips gently brushed the back of the fox's neck. Under the coarse linen, he felt a subtle scratching sensation, like a feather brushing against his wrist.

“Is it important?”

The three words fell lightly, yet Gong Xueying felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave. Although her senior brother in her memories was cold, his eyes always looked at her with warmth, like the first sunshine after a snowy day. But now, those eyes—dark, deep, without a trace of warmth—reflected her disheveled figure.

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“Click——”

A fine crack suddenly appeared on the celadon teacup on the stone table, and the emerald green tea soup meandered along the grain, exactly the same as the hideous scar on Chu Mo's wrist.

Gong Xueying stared at the water mark and suddenly remembered the cup of tea that was mixed with poison that night. The spout of the teapot also had such a strange green color.

"Brother..." Her nails, painted red, dug deep into her palms. "Do you...know everything?"

Chu Mo slowly wiped the tea set. The coarse pottery bowl spun between his slender fingers, reflecting a hazy halo. "What does Miss Gong want me to know?"

A mountain breeze blew through the bamboo forest, lifting Gong Xueying's Liuxian skirt. Her hand, clutching the handkerchief, trembled slightly, the gold-threaded winding branches leaving a deep red mark on her palm. She was alarmed by her father's recent favor for Chen Xuan—the secret texts that should have belonged to his direct disciples, the forbidden areas that even she couldn't touch, were now open to this outer disciple.

"I just..." She stumbled forward two steps, and the mud on her embroidered shoes splashed on Chu Mo's white clothes, like a string of ugly branding, "I'm worried about Brother Chen..."

"Are you worried that he will follow in my footsteps?" Chu Mo suddenly chuckled, his laughter icy, "When did Miss Gong cultivate such a kind heart?"

Gong Xueying looked up suddenly, her carefully applied makeup unable to conceal the panic in her eyes. She had lived a life of luxury since she was a child, so how could she have ever endured such ridicule?

The hand hidden in his sleeve pinched his wrist fiercely, and his voice suddenly rose: "I know that Brother is upset about losing the competition, but he shouldn't take it out on me!"