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

Gong Sheng turned his head with difficulty, took one last look at Chu Mo, and moved his lips as if he wanted to say something.

But the petrification had spread to his face, and eventually, he turned into a stone statue and fell from a great height.

Chu Mo stared at the scene in a daze, feeling mixed emotions. The little fox gently held his hand: "Senior..."

"Let's go." Chu Mo took a deep breath and flew towards the white jade stairs on his sword.

Just as they stepped onto the first step, something strange happened. Chen Xuan suddenly leaped up, his magic sword thrusting straight at the little fox's back: "Go to hell!"

At the critical moment, a flash of silver light passed by. Chen Xuan's magic sword broke with a sound. He looked down in horror and found a bloody hole the size of a bowl on his chest.

"You deserve to die for bullying my Princess Qingqiu."

A silver-haired man appeared out of thin air, nine snow-white fox tails stretching out behind him. He waved his hand lightly, and Chen Xuan's body dissipated like smoke and dust.

The little fox widened his eyes: "You are..."

The silver-haired man knelt on one knee and said, "I am Bai Yao, the commander of the Qingqiu Imperial Guards, and I respectfully welcome the princess back to the palace."

Chu Mo cautiously protected the little fox behind him. Bai Yao looked up at him, a hint of a smile flashing in his golden pupils: "A boy with true dragon blood is worthy of my princess."

As he spoke, the fairy mountain barrier was fully opened.

Countless fox fires rose up, illuminating the night sky like daylight. In the blazing flames, Chu Mo saw a towering palace, with hundreds of fox tribe members standing in front of it.

Tears welled up in the little fox's eyes: "I... am going home..."

Bai Yao stood up and gestured to Chu Mo, "Qingqiu and the True Dragon Clan have been friends for generations. Young Master Chu, please follow me into the palace for a chat."

Chu Mo looked at the tearful little fox in his arms and gently wiped away her tears: "Let's go and meet your people."

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The white jade staircase shone with a warm luster under his feet. Chu Mo held the little fox's slender waist and slowly walked up. The night breeze blew, bringing bursts of refreshing floral fragrance, which was completely different from the deliberately smudged sandalwood incense of Xuantian Sect.

"Senior..." The little fox suddenly stopped, its ears trembling nervously, "I'm a little scared."

Chu Mo followed her gaze and saw hundreds of Fox Tribe members standing at the end of the stairs. Some in human form, some in their original form, but all bowed their heads respectfully. The elders in the front row were filled with tears, their eyes filled with jade trays laden with fresh spiritual fruit.

"Don't be afraid." Chu Mo gently squeezed her hand, "This is your home."

Bai Yao led the way in front, his nine fox tails swaying gracefully: "The princess has been away from the palace for seventeen years, and today she finally..." His voice suddenly choked, and his silver eyelashes trembled slightly.

The little fox subconsciously shrank into Chu Mo's arms, but at this moment, a clear bell sound came from the depths of the palace. The sound seemed to have some kind of magical power, causing the golden pattern on her forehead to suddenly heat up.

"Ah!" She covered her forehead, and a strange memory suddenly emerged -

A white-haired man looked at him desperately, as if wanting to grab his hand and make him stay...

Chu Mo's heart trembled. He had never seen the little fox like this before. The eyes that were always full of smiles were now filled with broken light.

"Senior..." Wenrou raised her face, her voice as soft as a sigh, "I remembered...something..."

Chu Mo's heart moved slightly, and just as he was about to ask, there was suddenly a commotion coming from the direction of the palace.

I saw an old man with white hair and beard walking quickly with a Panlong staff, followed by dozens of fox elders.

"Clan leader!" Bai Yao saluted quickly.

The old man walked straight to Wenrou, his cloudy eyes instantly moistened: "Xiao Rou'er...it's really you..."

Wenrou stared at the old man in a daze, then suddenly threw herself into his arms: "Grandpa!"

The old patriarch trembled all over, and patted her back gently with his skinny hands: "It's good that you're back... It's good that you're back..."

Chu Mo silently took a step back, but saw the old patriarch suddenly look up, his sharp eyes fell on him: "This is..."

"Chu Mo, the abandoned disciple of Xuantian Sect." Chu Mo saluted with his fists, neither humble nor arrogant.

"No!" Wenrou hurriedly grabbed Chu Mo's hand, "He is mine... mine..." She suddenly got stuck and her cheeks flushed.

The old patriarch's gaze lingered on the two men's clasped hands for a moment, and then he noticed the dragon-shaped mark on Chu Mo's wrist. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "So that's how it is. A true dragon and a celestial fox, a match made in heaven."

Bai Yao stepped forward at the right moment and said, "Chief, the princess's memory has not yet fully recovered. Should we first arrange..."

"Of course." The old patriarch nodded, and when he turned to Chu Mo, his attitude became much more gentle. "My dear Chu, you have come from afar, so why not stay in Qingqiu first? It won't be too late to discuss it in detail after Rou'er recovers her memory."

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The morning mist in Qingqiu had not yet dissipated. Chu Mo stood in front of the white jade railing, looking at the misty mountains in the distance.

The little fox was being dressed up by a group of fox maids, and her silver bell-like laughter could be heard from time to time.

"Mr. Chu."

Bai Yao appeared beside him at some point, and his nine snow-white fox tails shone like pearls in the morning light.

He handed Chu Mo a cup of tea, the tea soup was a rare amber color.

"This is Qingqiu's specialty, 'Dream Recall Tea,' which helps calm the mind." Bai Yao glanced meaningfully at the dragon-shaped mark on Chu Mo's wrist. "The princess's memory hasn't fully recovered yet, so this will benefit both of you."

Chu Mo took a sip, and as the fragrance of the tea spread across his tongue, a blurry image flashed through his mind—a woman in white leaned over and kissed him, calling him "Senior Brother"...

"This is..."

"These are fragments of memories from my past life." Bai Yao looked towards the inner hall and lowered his voice, "I'm afraid you and she both need to go to the Dream Remembrance Pavilion to retrieve your complete memories, but..."

A burst of hurried footsteps interrupted him. Wenrou came running over, her skirt lifted. Her fiery red hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, and the hair on the tips of her ears was still stained with morning dew.

"Senior!" Her eyes sparkled, "Bai Yao said he would take us to a fun place!"

Chu Mo wiped the pastry crumbs from the corner of her mouth without leaving a trace: "Speak slowly, don't choke."

Bai Yao coughed lightly and said, "Princess, do you still remember the attic with the big mirror that you often visited when you were a child?"