Just as Fu Xie was about to explain, Su Xiutong pulled Su Xianren to kneel down to Fu Xie: "My whole family is willing to repay the prince's kindness."

Although Su Xian was unwilling to kneel down to his murderer's enemy, he had no choice but to endure it for the sake of his grandfather's life.

When Su Qianqian saw this, she slowly knelt down to Xie Fu. Xie Fu quickly supported her: "Sister, what are you doing?"

Su Qianqian knew that Xie Fuding would be in trouble. If he exchanged his life for his father's life, she would naturally be reluctant to give up. She said softly: "This is my duty as a daughter."

Xie Fu said with a smile: "Brother Su, get up too, I will try my best."

Su Xiutong stood up: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Su Xianren was still kneeling dumbly, but Su Qianqian gently helped her up.

When he saw Fu Xie bathing his grandfather in the red light, his expression was stunned, and he felt that the person in front of him was extremely sacred, like a god or Buddha, making people admire him.

Su Xiutong was surprised and said: "The congratulations are true. Your Majesty is a man of literature and Taoism, and he has cultivated upright and profound knowledge!"

Su Xiutong was originally a man of literature, so he understood what the Zhengxuan cultivation level represented. This level of cultivation was one of the best even in Lingshan Wenting, the Holy Land of Literature and Taoism, let alone in this secular world.

Su Xianren secretly thought that it turned out to be a blessing mantra, and her father knew it. She still remembered that she was seriously ill once, and her father used the blessing mantra to cure her. Later, she never saw her father using the literary mantra. His father was a master of literature.

, this matter is very hidden and has only been made public recently.

But he didn't know how his literary skills were compared to his father's. He looked at his father gently and saw his father's face full of surprise and admiration.

It seems that his literary skills should be higher than those of his father. This man is really powerful.

Xie Fu smiled and said: "Brother Su, I heard that you are also a master of arts and crafts."

Su Xiutong said quickly: "I am only a great Confucian scholar, and I am far from the prince. How dare I claim to be a master in front of the prince?"

Xie Fu smiled: "There are very few literary masters in the world, but Brother Su is already one of the best among people."

Su Xiutong asked his doubts: "Your Majesty, I also used the blessing mantra for my father, but my father failed to get better. Your Majesty, now?"

Xie Fu explained: "The poison has not been removed, and using the blessing mantra for Mr. Su can only temporarily relieve Master Su's pain. Now that the poison has been removed, using the blessing mantra can help Master Su recover quickly. He has just recovered from the disease and is tonic."

The body is the same."

"I see."

Su Gongquan's body had been mutilated by the poison, and the congratulatory words alone were not enough. Xie Fu untied Master Su's clothes, pinched his fingers, and the blood seeped into Master Su's body.

Su Xiutong was surprised again: "Your Majesty, are you doing this too?"

Seeing Su Xiutong's incessant questioning, Fu Xie was already a little impatient. For Su Qianqian's sake, he still responded: "This is my unique technique."

The mantra of congratulations consumed his mind, and the bleeding consumed his energy and blood. After a while, Xie Fu's face turned a little pale, not as rosy as before, and he suddenly fell to the side.

Su Qianqian just happened to be standing next to her, reaching out to hold him in her arms, caring and distressed: "Brother Fu."

Xie Fu smiled and said: "Sister Qianqian, I didn't sleep well last night. I'm just a little tired. It doesn't matter."

Su Qianqian knew that Xie Fu was a human being. No matter how much he contributed or how hard he worked, it was an understatement. He was moved in his heart: "Good brother, thank you for your hard work."

Xie Fu exclaimed: "Sister Qianqian's body is very soft. It's hard work."

Only then did Su Qianqian realize that Xie Fu's face was resting on her breast, and she said with a ahhhhh, "Just push Xie Fu away."

He actually pushed Mr. Xie to the ground and spread his arms. One moment he looked like a saint, but the next time he looked so embarrassed and ugly. Su Xian burst into laughter.

Su Xiutong Su Rong: "Third sister, what are you doing!"

Su Qianqian felt embarrassed and said softly: "I was not careful."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "It's okay. I often fight with Sister Qianqian like this and I'm used to it."

The man stood up and patted the dust on his body: "Okay, let Mr. Su have a good rest."

Su Xiutong hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, please follow me to the guest room to rest first."

Xie Fu thought that he came to Su's house this time just for weapons and armor, and it was not convenient to talk about it at this time. He would discuss it in more detail after Mr. Su's condition stabilized, so he nodded in agreement.

Su Qianqian said at this time: "Let Brother Fu live with me. There are many vacant rooms in my yard."

Xie Fu happily responded: "Okay."

Su Xiutong was in a dilemma: "Third sister, your yard has not been cleaned for a long time, and the ground is covered with snow and fallen leaves. It is inevitable that you will be rude."

Xie Fu said: "It doesn't matter, just find someone to clean it. I like living with Sister Qianqian."

Su Gongquan was temporarily under the care of Su Qianqian. Su Xiutong led Mr.
Chapter completed!