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

Without a word, the little fox condensed a cluster of dancing flames at his fingertips. This bluish-white fox fire was as cold as moonlight, but within it was a startling vitality.

Chu Mo took out the bronze lamp and motioned her to bring the fox fire into the wick.

When the two flames merged, the entire lamp suddenly shone brightly, and the star map projected on the wall shifted dramatically, eventually settling into the bizarre pattern of the nine stars of the Big Dipper. Even more astonishingly, dense golden text emerged from the flames of the lamp. It was the missing second half of the "Heavenly Fox Heart Sutra"!

"This is..." The little fox's eyes widened, and she suddenly covered her heart. The evening primrose seeds were burning so hot that tears were about to fall.

Seeing this, Chu Mo immediately put his fingers together and pointed at her forehead.

A strange scene suddenly appeared before the little fox's eyes: evening primroses covered the mountains, and a vague figure in white stood in the middle of the sea of grass. The moment the person turned around, the seed on her neck suddenly cracked, and a crystal dewdrop dripped onto the poisonous pattern on Chu Mo's heart.

"Ah!" she cried out in surprise. The dewdrops transformed into countless tiny threads of light, entwining Chu Mo's pale skin like threads of love. As the poison was extracted, a suppressed gasp escaped Chu Mo's throat, making the little fox's ears burn.

Chu Mo suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Stop!"

It's too late.

The blue lines on the little fox's palm gradually condensed into half a broken mark, exactly the same as the family emblem her mother displayed before her death.

She suddenly understood, tears streaming down her face: "Mother... I knew it a long time ago..."

"I see." He sighed softly, holding the little fox's trembling hand in his palm. "Your mother hid the last of her strength in this seed."

The little fox looked up with sobs and found that the poisonous mark on Chu Mo's heart had faded a lot, while the flame of the bronze lamp had turned into a warm orange-red.

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The little fox's tears fell like pearls from a broken string, landing on the back of Chu Mo's hand. She was shaking with tears, and even the three fox tail shadows were swaying restlessly. Her fiery red hair was stuck to her cheeks by her tears.

The little fox suddenly threw herself into his arms, shaking with tears. Three fox tails entangled uneasily around Chu Mo's waist, and her fiery red hair swept across his neck, carrying a faint moon-scale fragrance.

Chu Mo froze for a moment, then slowly closed his arms and locked her trembling body tightly in his arms.

"Mother, will you...never again..." Her sobs were muffled in Chu Mo's chest, and her warm tears soaked through his thin clothes. His skin, where the poisonous markings had faded, was soaked by her tears, and a strange numbness appeared.

Chu Mo was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. This action was a little awkward, but very firm.

The little fox froze at first, then buried its face deeply in his chest as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"She turns into spring breeze, turns into drizzle..." Chu Mo gently stroked her trembling back, his voice as low as a spring under the moon, "I will always protect you."

The little fox cried even harder, and her tears soaked Chu Mo's thin clothes.

The poisonous pattern on his chest had mostly faded, and now it was emitting a faint golden light, echoing the light of the evening primrose seeds.

As dusk deepened, the flame of the bronze lamp turned into a warm orange-red, casting the shadow of two people hugging each other on the wall.

The little fox's crying gradually weakened, turning into tiny sobs, and finally only the sound of even breathing remained.

Chu Mo looked down and found that she had fallen asleep without him noticing.

Tear marks were still on her face, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was having a sweet dream. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end he was reluctant to put her down. Instead, he gently adjusted her position to let her sleep more comfortably.

In the middle of the night, Chu Mo was awakened by an unusual touch in his arms.

He instinctively reached for his sword, only to discover that the little fox had somehow transformed into a human form—and seemed even taller. Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, falling on her peaceful sleeping face. She looked like a girl, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, her long, fiery red hair cascading across Chu Mo's arms like a piece of fine brocade.

Chu Mo froze in place, even his breathing became lighter.

The little fox seemed to sense something and unconsciously snuggled into his arms, resting her forehead against his chin. One of her arms was wrapped around Chu Mo's waist.

Under the moonlight, Chu Mo noticed that her fourth fox tail had been fully formed and was swaying gently with her breathing.

"Hmm..." the little fox muttered in its sleep, suddenly transforming back into its original form, then quickly transforming into a young girl. This time, she seemed to have grown a bit older, her figure even more slender. Fiery red fox ears poked out from her hair and trembled unconsciously.

Chu Mo sighed helplessly and gently pulled her into his arms.

The little fox seemed to have found the most comfortable position. It let out a satisfied sigh, and its four tails wrapped around Chu Mo's arm.

Outside the window, evening primroses swayed gently in the night breeze, emitting a soft fluorescent glow. No one noticed that the smile of a woman in white was faintly reflected in the dewdrops condensed on the grass leaves.

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The next morning, Chu Mo was summoned to Xuantian Palace. He walked slowly along the corridor, his thin white clothes damp with morning dew, and the unhealed poisonous marks on his chest were faintly visible.

In front of the temple gate, the two disciples on duty saw him coming, with complicated expressions in their eyes, but they didn't dare to say much.

Gong Sheng sat upright on the jade throne, a rare kind expression on his face. "Mo'er, I heard that you've been feeling better lately?"

Chu Mo stood with his head bowed, his voice calm and unperturbed: "I thank the Master for your blessing."

"The Thousand Machines Secret Realm is about to open. I've been thinking about it..." Gong Sheng walked down the jade steps and straightened Chu Mo's collar with his own hands, his gestures as loving as if he were treating his own child. "I should give you this chance."

Chu Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Chen Xuan standing in the shadows of the hall. The man had a faint smile on his face, and a predatory glint in his eyes.

"Nine-turn Green Spirit Grass can cure all kinds of poisons, which is perfect for healing your 'injury.'" Gong Sheng said kindly, but emphasized the word "injury." "But we still have some time to get through the secret realm, so you should rest well. When the time comes, you can set off with the disciples. I will send someone to protect you. How do you do that?"

Chu Mo bowed respectfully, his voice neither humble nor arrogant: "Disciple will obey the master's order."