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

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!"

The sound startled the dewdrops on the bamboo leaves, which fell with a "pa" sound onto the stone table. Chu Mo slowly raised his head and for the first time took a good look at this junior sister he had protected since childhood. Her frown was still the same as when she was a child, but the innocent cruelty in her eyes was more chilling than the poisonous blade of a demon cultivator.

"Blow off some steam?" He chewed on the word, suddenly finding it incredibly absurd. The pain of the cleaving meridians when the Erosion Spirit released its force, the heart-wrenching agony of the shattering sword bones, yet in this young lady's eyes, it was just a lighthearted way to "blow off some steam"?

The little fox trembled violently within his sleeve. Chu Mo lowered his eyes to hide the turmoil in his eyes. His left hand formed a calming spell within his sleeve, and a gentle spiritual energy flowed into the little fox's body. When he raised his eyes again, his face was calm. "The tea is cold. Please return, Miss Gong."

These three words were like an invisible barrier, isolating Gong Xueying from the outside. She suddenly rushed forward, digging her nails, stained with Impatiens juice, deep into the scar on Chu Mo's wrist: "Brother! You were not like this before!" Tears washed away her delicate makeup, "Is it because of Chen Xuan? But he won... I... I can't do anything..."

The mountain wind suddenly blew, and the bitter bamboo forest whimpered like the waves. The bamboo leaves swirled and fell between the two of them. The sharp serrations on the leaf edges were still stained with morning dew, just like the venom dripping from the tip of Chen Xuan's sword on the competition stage that day.

Chu Mo pried open her fingers one by one, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a piece of fragile porcelain. "Xueying." This was the first time he called her name today. "I know everything."

Gong Xueying was struck by lightning and staggered back three steps.

She finally understood why Chu Mo looked at her as if she were dead—he knew everything. He knew about the tea mixed with the Soul-Erosion Powder, and he knew about the poison she had used under the guise of apology.

"I... I don't know what that is..." She shook her head incoherently, and the pearl hairpin in her hair fell to the mud. "Chen Xuan said it was just... just to make you lose a move..."

Chu Mo watched her performance quietly.

"Go away." He turned and walked towards the hut, his back as straight as a pine tree. "While I still remember our old friendship."

Gong Xueying's crying suddenly stopped. She stared at Chu Mo's back and couldn't help biting her lip tightly.

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Inside, the little fox emerged from her sleeve, transformed into a little girl. She gently lifted Chu Mo's clenched fist and carefully pried open his fingers, which had been pinched into her palm. Bright red blood seeped into her delicate palm, blending with her fiery red fur.

"It doesn't hurt..." She puffed up her cheeks and blew gently on the wound, "Mom said that if I blow on it, it will stop hurting..."

Chu Mo looked at this innocent little guy, and the ice in his eyes gradually melted away.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the bamboo curtains, weaving a fine golden web on the bluestone ground.

The little fox's breath, with its sweet, fruity scent, gently brushed against the wound on Chu Mo's palm. Miraculously, the bleeding pinch marks actually healed under her caress, leaving only a few light pink marks.

"Look!" The little fox raised Chu Mo's hand like offering a treasure, his amber eyes curved into crescents, "It really doesn't hurt anymore, right?"

Chu Mo stared at the wet water stains on his palms - those were the tears that the little fox had accidentally shed.

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore." His voice was a little hoarse, and he reached out to rub the little fox's head. The long, fiery red hair flowed through his fingers, carrying the warmth of the sun.

The little fox suddenly transformed back into its original form and darted to the windowsill. The morning light gilded it, and its fluffy tail danced like a dancing flame in the halo.

"Senior, look!" She quickly scurried up to the windowsill, pointed her paw at the evening primrose outside, and excitedly wagged her tail from side to side. "It's bearing fruit!"

Chu Mo approached the window and saw a pearly white fruit growing on the tip of the spiritual herb. It shone brightly in the sunlight, its surface patterned with fine golden lines, vaguely forming a star map. Even more bizarrely, the dewdrops on the blades swirled on their own, gradually condensing into the form of a lifelike little fox, which bowed respectfully towards them.

"This is..." Chu Mo's pupils shrank slightly. Evening primrose possessing psychic powers was rare, and its ability to transform was even more unheard of. He suddenly remembered the record in the "Myriad Demons Chart": only near the bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox would evening primrose manifest strange phenomena and produce "Star Moon Bodhi."

The little fox couldn't contain his curiosity any longer, so he lightly jumped to the evening primrose and carefully touched the ginkgo nut with his claws. The moment he touched it -

"boom!"

Suddenly, the ginkgo tree burst into a dazzling light, like millions of stars exploding simultaneously, illuminating the entire hut. Chu Mo subconsciously raised his hand to block it, only to see countless tiny golden characters emerge from the light, flowing through the air like a galaxy, each character imbued with the ancient and powerful rhyme of Tao.

"The Heavenly Fox Heart Sutra?" Chu Mo recognized those ancient demonic texts.

This was a long-lost supreme secret tome of the fox clan, said to be awakened only by a pure-blooded nine-tailed fox. As the words circulated, a few of the most dazzling golden characters broke away from the group, like birds returning to their nests, silently sinking into the little fox's brow.

"Hmm..." The little fox suddenly hugged her head, her ears twitching nervously, and nine illusory tails loomed behind her. "It's so strange... There are so many things in my head..." Her voice was filled with tears, "It's like... there are a lot of little bugs crawling around..."

Chu Mo quickly picked her up and probed his spiritual power into her meridians.

I saw that a golden pill the size of a grain of rice had condensed in the little fox's dantian at some point, and nine golden threads as thin as hair were wrapped around it, moving in some mysterious trajectory - this was the "Nine-Aperture Golden Pill" recorded in the "Secret Records of the Heavenly Fox", which would only appear when the pure-blooded Heavenly Fox awakened!

"Senior..." The little fox rubbed his chest aggrievedly, "Am I sick?"

Chu Mo then remembered that this strange evening primrose seemed to have been brought by the little fox himself. He gently wiped away the tears from her eyes and asked softly, "Rou Rou, where did you find this evening primrose?"

Upon hearing this, the little fox's ears immediately drooped, and its claws nervously scratched at his clothes. "It...it was given to me by my mother..." Her voice became increasingly quiet. "She said it was an heirloom from our ancestors and asked me to carry it with me... I, I didn't know it would be like this..."