Shen Qingfeng was worried and went straight to Zhenbei Hou Mansion with Xiaobao in his arms.
For a time, the whole mansion was in a panic.
Halfway through, when Xiaobao woke up, he grabbed Shen Qingfeng's clothes with his little hands and whispered softly: "The baby wants to sleep with my uncle."
"Don't worry, Zhenbei Hou Mansion has excellent doctors who can cure Xiaobao." Shen Qingfeng said: "You are going to participate in the martial arts competition, so why not go back to your home to practice."
Xiaobao collapsed weakly in Shen Qingfeng's arms. He would only blink at Chu Yue when others couldn't see him.
Seeing this, Chu Yue was completely relieved.
By the time she returned to Ye Mansion to listen to Xuexuan, the dusk was already late and the sky was like fire.
Before she even opened the door, Chu Yue could smell a hint of blood.
Her heart trembled slightly, and she immediately pushed the door open and saw the soft-haired little fox lying on the ground in a pool of blood.
Chu Yue was slightly startled and frowned.
"I've spent twenty years of cultivation to save your son, and you just watch me die of backlash?" The little fox's feeble voice rang in Chu Yue's mind.
Chu Yue suddenly came back to her senses, but she was surprised.
Zihu and Xiaobao are not related, so why would they risk their lives and waste twenty years of cultivation to save Xiaobao?
However, before she had time to think about it, Chu Yue swept away with a single step, fished out the endangered little fox from the pool of blood, and transferred Shen Nong's power to the little purple fox's body.
Little Zihu's injuries gradually improved, she became dizzy and fell into Chu Yue's arms.
"cold......"
Chu Yue was about to put it aside when she heard the little fox making a confused sound. She frowned and hugged it in her arms, nestling it in the brocade quilt.
The sleepy little fox nuzzled in her arms, found a comfortable position, and slept soundly and peacefully.
In the past two days, Chu Yue was exhausted both physically and mentally, and she fell into a deep sleep when the first day of the lunar month came up.
The next day, early in the morning, Chu Yue vaguely seemed to feel something heavy pressing on her body, and she suddenly opened her eyes!
What comes into view is an enlarged handsome face with picturesque features, skin that is more delicate and smooth than mutton-fat jade, thin lips as red as blood, and a little mole at the end of the eye.
His eyelashes were as thick as Cattail Fans, as dark as splashed ink, and covered with a light blue-gray under his eyelids.
The man's lips rested on the crook of her neck.
A slender leg rested on her lower abdomen.
Even his arms were holding her tightly.
Chu Yue's face turned dark in an instant. The dagger in her hand was pressed against the man's neck. With a little force, blood dripped out.
"Get out of here." Chu Yue said violently.
In a previous life, when she was thirteen years old, a sister was raped to death by some gangsters on the street in order to save her.
The methods are extremely cruel and inhumane!
The gangsters were left unchecked and went unpunished until she came back a year later and bloodbathed the entire street, creating a case that shocked the whole country.
From then on, she hated the approach of any man.
On the bed, Chu Yue's cold eyes shone with a demonic and bloodthirsty light.
It seemed that the next moment, this evil man would turn into a corpse.
Ye Mohan felt the endless murderous aura and the pain on his neck, and slowly opened his eyes like cold stars.
Chu Yue's heart felt slightly choked——
They were a pair of innocent purple eyes, exuding a strange sanctity and overwhelming nobility.
"You actually assassinated me while I was sleeping?" The voice was low and magnetic, ringing in Chu Yue's ears like a biting cold wind -