The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Chapter 142 Are you jealous?

Fusu raised his head, looked up at him, and smiled bitterly: "Between you and me, there is only the feeling of fellow disciples, nothing else?"

Su Muwei looked at her indifferently and said coldly, "Yes, it's just the friendship between us."

Fusu curled her lips in self-mockery. She gave all her love to him, but he never looked at her straight in the eye.

The only thing he had in mind was the girl from the small country.

Fusu was about to leave when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a graceful figure, who was looking towards the two of them.

Fusu bit his lip and threw himself into Su Muwei's arms.

Su Muwei raised his hand to push her.

Fusu hugged him tighter, his eyes red, his voice wet as he said, "Brother, I wish you and that woman happiness. I only have half of my ten thousand years of cultivation left. Can't you hug me for a while?"

Su Muwei was silent for a moment, then pushed her away cruelly, and said coldly, "Take care of yourself."

"Brother, are you really so cruel?" Fusu's mouth drooped and tears flowed down.

She looked greedily at his sexy lips, high nose bridge, and handsome eyebrows.

She was unwilling to accept the thought of this godlike man entangled with the woman from that small country every day.

Su Muwei turned his gaze away indifferently, unwilling to look at her again.

But when the woman far away saw this scene, it was clear that the two were on a date, hugging each other.

A hint of sneer appeared on Nan Xingchen's lips, and he felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

She believed that Su Muwei loved him in his heart, but he was the god of both the demon and monster worlds. How much position did she occupy in his heart?

Although her face was calm as water, her heart was surging. She couldn't stand him having an affair with another woman.

Especially since this person is a fellow junior sister whom he has known for tens of thousands of years.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she swallowed them back. Nan Xingchen felt as if her heart had been hollowed out.

……

In the evening, when Su Muwei came to see Nan Xingchen, he was turned away.

Su Muwei stood outside the window and asked pitifully, "Xing'er, can I come in?"

Nan Xingchen said fiercely in the house: "No, first remove all the peach blossoms around you, and then come to see me."

Su Muwei moved his lips, looked at the vague figure in the room, and murmured, "There is no peach blossom, there is only you."

Nan Xingchen pouted and yelled, "You were hugging and kissing her on the street. Do you really think I'm blind?"

Su Muwei's eyes froze, and he quickly explained: "Xing'er, you misunderstood."

Nan Xingchen shouted in a cold voice: "Misunderstanding? If you really have me in your heart, kill her and avenge me."

Su Muwei felt sour in his heart and said in a calm voice: "Xing'er, you are so unreasonable. Today, two men were fighting for you on the street, and I didn't..."

"Get lost, what nonsense are you talking about? I ignored them."

Nan Xingchen was very angry. He mobilized his spiritual power with his palms and set up a barrier outside the house.

She couldn't hear a word he said.

Sensing the master's emotional fluctuations, the raccoon poked his head out of the air and asked curiously, "Master, did you have a quarrel with the Demon Lord?"

Nan Xingchen sat on the bed and said angrily, "Don't mention that stinky fox to me. That woman bullied me, but he didn't help me get revenge. He even hugged her. I was so angry."

The raccoon sighed deeply, looking very old-fashioned: "Master, you care too much about the Demon Lord. Are you jealous?"

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense, Rouli." Nan Xingchen pulled the quilt over his head.

This time she would definitely not forgive him easily and she had to leave the fox alone for a few days.

Su Muwei stood outside the house for a long time.

A phoenix cried in the air, and Xifeng appeared, hanging in the clouds and bowing, saying, "Your Majesty, the monster sealed in the abyss has been moving recently. The seal has loosened, and you need to go back and reset the seal."

The Demon Lord sighed and said coldly, "I know."

Xing'er is angry now, wait until she calms down before coming over!

……

The next morning.

Gan Tang came to report early in the morning that Nan Lijun fell ill overnight.

After Nan Xingchen washed up, before having breakfast, he went to Wanshou Hall to visit Nan Lijun.

As soon as she stepped into the yard, she heard coughing coming from the dormitory.

There was fatigue and hoarseness in his voice that was difficult to conceal, and Nan Xingchen's heart unconsciously tightened.

She pushed the door open, walked around the screen, came to the bed, and saw her grandfather lying in bed.

Nan Xingchen's nose was sore: "Grandpa, why are you sick?"

Seeing his granddaughter, Nan Lijun became a little excited. He struggled to sit up from the bed, then covered his chest and coughed violently a few times.

Nan Xingchen sat down beside the couch, gently patted his back, and helped him to calm down: "Grandpa, just lie down."

Nan Lijun held Nan Xingchen's hand tightly, very tightly, as if he was afraid that she would run away if he let go.

"Xing'er, grandpa is old and useless. The future of the Nan Palace depends on you and Xingyu."

Nan Xingchen's eyes instantly turned red: "Grandpa, what are you talking about? You have always been in good health, how come you suddenly fell ill?"

She placed her fingertips on his wrist, then silently withdrew her hand after a moment: "Grandpa, you are depressed and angry. Can you tell Xing'er about your troubles?"

Nan Lijun shook his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he coughed violently again, as if he wanted to cough out all his internal organs.

"grandfather……"

Nan Xingchen patted his back gently to help him calm down: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Nan Lijun covered his chest and said weakly: "Grandpa is just old and tired..."

He froze the hand that was holding Nan Xingchen's. He looked at her and whispered, "Xing'er, when you and Xingyu were born, the entire sky above the Nan Palace was covered in colorful clouds. At that time, your father said that you were destined to be extraordinary in this life..."

After hesitating for a long time, Nan Xingchen couldn't help but ask the question that was stuck in his mind: "Grandpa, whose children are Xingyu and I? Is what Chu Mohan said before he died true?"

"No, what he said is not true. Don't listen to his nonsense. Your father is Nan Jingchuan, your mother is Cai Zhao, and that King Xun of Chu is not your father. He is not worthy at all..."

Nan Lijun covered his chest and coughed hard twice. Because he was too excited, he coughed up blood.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, please stop talking. I won't ask anymore. Xing'er won't ask anymore. Xing'er will only treat me as your granddaughter."

Nan Xingchen hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Nan Lijun finally caught his breath and spoke slowly, "Xing'er...your mother is a fairy from heaven...many young men admire her...but she just fell for your father, that brat. They were so good back then..."

"Xing'er understands, Grandpa, please take a break before you talk." Nan Xingchen spoke with a wet voice and choked up.

Nan Lijun said weakly: "Okay, Grandpa is tired, it's time to have a good rest..."