The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Chapter 134: Practicing Spiritual Training

Nan Xingchen's heart sank suddenly and she almost fell. Fortunately, Su Muwei supported her from behind.

King Xun of Chu's situation was much worse than imagined.

He raised Chu Mohan for more than a thousand years, but in the end he ended up like this! ?

How sad! ?

Thinking about what Chu Mohan said before she died, she and Nan Xingyu were both children of King Chu Xun and Cai Zhao. What was going on?

But King Xun of Chu was tortured beyond recognition. After they rescued him, Su Muwei detected that his consciousness was severely damaged. If he did not recover well, he would become an idiot in the future.

Nan Xingchen took out a pill from her storage bag and fed it into his mouth. This pill was given to her by Wen Ci. She had been badly injured in the fierce battle with Qiongqi at that time, and taking this pill would help her recover quickly.

Su Muwei carried King Xun of Chu on his back, and Nan Xingchen supported him as they walked out of the secret room.

Nan Lijun came over and immediately noticed that King Chu Xun was breathing weakly, so he asked hurriedly, "What's wrong with your majesty?"

Nan Xingchen took a deep breath and said slowly: "Grandpa, send His Majesty back to the bedroom first. He is almost tortured to death by that scumbag Chu Mohan."

Her eyes became colder and colder. Chu Mohan was such a scumbag, his death today was too easy for him, he deserved to be cut into pieces.

Send King Xun of Chu back to his bedroom.

Nan Xingchen asked Nan Lijun and Nan Qingru to go back to Prince Nan's Mansion first.

Nan Xingyu wanted to stay, but Nan Xingchen drove him away because he was injured.

King Xun of Chu was in very poor health and his sea of ​​consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

If you are not careful, you will become stupid.

Nan Xingchen looked at Su Muwei and asked, "Brother Wei, do you have any ideas?"

Su Muwei paused, stared at her solemnly and said, "Xing'er, you want to save him, but because he might be your father?"

Nan Xingchen nervously held his hand: "Su Muwei, I'm afraid, if he is my father, I don't know how to face him. He is the king of Dayu Kingdom, why would he interfere in the relationship between my parents?"

Su Muwei held her hand and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Xing'er. I will face everything with you."

"Then, can he still be saved?"

There was an obvious tremor and uneasiness in Nan Xingchen's voice.

Su Muwei smiled and said, "Xing'er, don't worry. He is not dead, but his consciousness is damaged. I will find a way to repair it for him."

Nan Xingchen looked nervous: "Does that affect you? You are still injured. Teach me how to repair it, and I will do it?"

Su Muwei smiled again: "Xing'er, have you forgotten that I am the Demon Lord? Even if my cultivation is damaged, it is not a problem for me to repair my consciousness. But it takes a long time to repair my consciousness. It may take three days."

Nan Xingchen looked at him distressedly: "Okay, I'll accompany you. I can also assist you if necessary."

Su Muwei began to repair the messy consciousness of King Chu Xun. He raised his fingertips and placed them on King Chu Xun's forehead, then slowly closed his eyes.

A powerful yet gentle force sank into King Chu Xun's sea of ​​consciousness. What surprised him was that King Chu Xun's spiritual power was similar to the aura sealed in Nan Xingchen's dantian.

In the end, he was certain that King Chu Xun was definitely involved in sealing Nan Xingchen's Dantian and intended to prevent her from practicing.

Three days later.

Su Muwei was still helping King Chu Xun repair his consciousness, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Nan Xingchen picked up the handkerchief to wipe it for him, but after just a moment, beads of sweat began to seep out again.

Nan Xingchen said distressedly: "For my brother, how long will it take? How about I do it!"

Su Mu had difficulty speaking: "It will be fine soon."

Nan Xingchen was pleasantly surprised to find that King Chu Xun's brows were tightly furrowed, and his long eyelashes occasionally trembled.

This is a sign of waking up.

When Nan Xingchen looked at Su Muwei again, he was a little exhausted and his body was trembling slightly.

Nan Xingchen felt a sharp pain in her heart. She gathered spiritual power in her palms and wrapped it around his waist. The two of them snuggled together.

His hot body was wrapped in cool softness, and Su Muwei was touched.

After another half day of repair, night was approaching.

King Xun of Chu's spiritual body has been repaired, but is still in a coma.

When Su Muwei retracted his stiff arms, his body suddenly fell backwards, and the woman in his arms fell to the ground.

Nan Xingchen fell on him.

Her nose hit his hard chest and it hurt.

Her face turned red, she touched her nose, stood up, and helped the man on the ground up.

Nan Xingchen asked the guards to take care of King Chu Xun.

He and Su Muwei supported each other and went to the side hall and sat on the bed.

Su Muwei looked at the dark circles under the woman's eyes and sighed helplessly, "You've been with me for three days, and you don't even know how to get some sleep?"

thump--

Nan Xingchen's entire body fell on the bed, floating up and down, feeling a little dizzy.

She pulled Su Muwei to lie beside him, stroked his eyebrows, and said softly: "You are still injured, so use your spiritual power to help King Chu Xun repair his consciousness. If I sleep on my own and leave you aside, wouldn't that be too unkind?"

Suddenly thinking of something, Nan Xingchen raised his hand and prepared to strip Su Muwei of his clothes.

Su Muwei quickly held her hand and said, "Xing'er, you are tired. Have a good sleep and don't make trouble."

Nan Xingchen pulled his hand away, pinched his chin and teased, "Brother Wei, what are you thinking about? I just want to see the wound on your body."

Su Muwei held her in his arms, and his deep voice swept across her heart: "Xing'er, if you want, your brother has plenty of strength."

"I, I don't want to."

She nestled in his arms, pressed against his hot body, her body and soul trembling. He had been working non-stop for three days and nights to help King Chu Xun repair his spiritual consciousness. How could she pester him to practice spiritual cultivation at this moment! ?

Oh, what is she thinking? It's so embarrassing.

Su Mu looked at her lovingly with his fox eyes, scratched her nose, and said with a smile: "Xing'er, don't worry, except for some ugly scars on my body, I'm fine. It's just..."

He paused and asked, "Do you dislike me?"

"No, because my brother is the most handsome in my heart."

Nan Xingchen raised his eyes to look at him and climbed his hands around his neck. In the moonlight night, an ambiguous and lingering atmosphere lingered in the hall.

Su Muwei smelled the faint fragrance on her body, and a vortex appeared in his black eyes, with the delicate figure of the woman reflected in his eyes.

Nan Xingchen's delicate little face was full of charm. Su Muwei felt an itch in his throat and couldn't help but put his thin lips close to hers.

Nan Xingchen dodged by tilting his head and said with a smile: "Brother Wei, you are too tired, sleep well."

His thin lips just brushed her cheek, and his heart became increasingly hot and unbearable.

Seeing his face turn red with anxiety, Nan Xingchen pinched his chin and laughed: "Su Muwei, am I beautiful?"

"beautiful."

Su Muwei stared at her with a strategic look, his deep eyes filled with strong lust.

My eyes, my mind, my heart are filled with her.

"You are tired, go to sleep, um..."

Before Nan Xingchen could finish her sentence, her lips were blocked by the man.