If it weren't for Zixi's calamity, their son wouldn't have been able to be raised by Emperor Xiu, and he wouldn't call him his father.

When I think about it, all the piles are depressing.

Chu Chen was about to say something, but he caught a glimpse of a person walking downhill.

In the middle of the night, under the lights in the mountains, the man was dressed in white, and his body always exuded a noble and graceful bearing that could not be ignored.

When Chu Chen saw him coming up to the top of the mountain in the middle of the night, he was inevitably a little surprised.

"What are you doing here?" Jiu Rao also saw Di Xiu and held her cheeks, "Is it to let my mother wake up now?" ”

Chu Chen didn't speak.

Di Xiu arrived in front of him in a blink of an eye, his eyes fell on Jiu Rao and Tianshu's faces, and his eyebrows raised slightly: "You haven't gone to sleep so late?" ”

"I can't sleep, I want to see my mother." Jiu Rao's tone was well-behaved, and she looked at Di Xiu innocently with a pair of big dark eyes, "Uncle Pavilion Master, when will my mother wake up?" ”

"Soon."

Di Xiu said, walked up to Zixi and squatted down, and put the brocade box on the ground.

"You take five steps back." Emperor Xiu commanded.

When Chu Chen heard this, he didn't ask a word, and directly pulled Jiu Rao and Tian Shu back five steps, and his eyes fell on Di Xiu's hand.

Emperor Xiu raised his hand, and his palm was facing down on the top of the brocade box, slowly exerting force.

A small flame in the brocade box rose at a slow pace, slowly floating in the air, reaching a distance of about two inches from his palm.

Emperor Xiu moved his slender jade palm, and the peanut-sized firelight moved in the direction of Zixi little by little as the true qi of his palm swam.

Surprise appeared in Jiu Rao's eyes, what kind of martial arts is this?

Chu Chen couldn't take his eyes off it, and unconsciously held his breath.

As the small ball of fire moved, he gradually saw that it was another snow lotus-like thing wrapped in the red firelight—

The originally fresh and huge snow lotus had already been turned into a small condensed shape by Emperor Xiu without knowing what method he had used.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chu Chen couldn't believe what Emperor Xiu was doing at this time.

This is not something that can be explained by how high the martial arts cultivation is.

Di Xiu's eyes fell on the small fireball, and he didn't have the extra heart to pay attention to Chu Chen and Jiu Rao, controlling the fireball to keep getting closer to Zixi.

Grabbing Zixi's chin with his left hand, he exerted a slight force.

Zixi's originally closed mouth opened slightly, and a small fireball was directly sent into Zixi's mouth, and then disappeared into silence.

But it didn't end there.

Fireball...... No, it should be said that the fire lotus slid down Zixi's throat, moving down from the throat, and where it passed, bursts of white mist began to clearly diffuse from his body.

The cold mist curls and rises.

It is the gas formed by the extreme cold that begins to melt when it encounters a scorching heat.

Emperor Xiu let go of Zixi's chin, his hands were lucky, the sleeves of his snow-white robe flew, and his palms flipped rapidly, along the major acupoints on Zixi's body, and the speed was so fast that people couldn't really see it.

As his movements became faster and faster, the speed became unpredictable, and the smoke that rose evaporated faster and faster, from the white mist visible to the naked eye to the slightest hint of cold gas.

Zixi's originally cold and pale face gradually became crystal clear, and he didn't know if it was fog or sweat.

Chu Chen's heart was about to jump out, and he looked at it for a moment, not daring to make a sound.

Suddenly, there was a fire in front of him.

Chu Chen's face changed suddenly.

A vicious fire snake appeared in Jiurao's pupils, and her delicate little face turned pale in an instant.