The Male Supporting Character Didn't Mean to Break the Plot

After Su Yu died young, he signed a contract with System 537 and transmigrated into the body of the female lead's older brother in a cultivation novel. He was a male supporting character who on...

Chapter 28 This is my brother!

Chapter 28 This is my brother!

But his brother seemed quite interested.

No matter how unwilling he was, Feng Twelve quickly followed Su Yu.

Su Yu squatted down beside the child and looked him up and down, but couldn't discern the child's cultivation level.

However, it could also be because he is still young and hasn't formally started practicing yet.

Although he also found the child's appearance strange, he wouldn't have paid any attention to an adult, but this was a cub.

My hands are itching to pick up a baby.

Hold back, this isn't your own kid.

However, the kid had many wounds on his body, some of which were even black, as if he had been poisoned.

Su Yu skillfully reached out and touched the child's wrist, preparing to check his physical condition. If the remaining magical plants were the right ones, they could keep him alive.

Su Yu looked up in surprise.

The moment its lifeline was touched, the demon cub reacted as if by instinct, grabbing Su Yu's wrist tightly with its backhand.

A faint demonic aura began to surge, and Su Yu felt a chill around her. She raised her hand and turned the child over so that he was face up, directly facing a pair of quiet and deep purple eyes.

Small, fine purple scales are distributed on both sides of its face, below its eyes. The scales are so delicate that it is impossible to accurately determine its gender.

The child didn't speak, just silently watched him.

Su Yu lowered her head, her face showing a stark contrast to her previous gentleness, now cold and distant.

"If you want to live, then let go."

After a while, the hand that had been holding his wrist slowly released him. During this time, the child kept his eyes fixed on Su Yu, as if he would retaliate without hesitation if the other party made the slightest move.

Su Yu ignored this and, after checking the child's injuries, took out a few magical plants from her storage ring.

The poison on the child was not some extraordinary poison. It was recorded in the medical book left by the system. The poison was called Three-Line Epilepsy. After three black lines about two inches long appeared on the wrist of the poisoned person, he would go mad and die.

The more demonic energy one mobilizes within their body, the faster the black lines grow, and the faster one dies. If one were to unleash a powerful attack by mobilizing a large amount of demonic energy in an instant, one might die in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, the child only has one and a half black lines on his hand. Although we are currently missing a medicinal herb called "Earth Eye," we hope to find it before all three lines appear.

There was nothing he could do; he didn't know how to make elixirs or detoxify, so he could only stuff herbal medicine into his mouth.

The fact that the opponent used this poison instead of other instantly fatal ones during the fight suggests that he wasn't a master of poisons, but rather using it as a fighting tactic.

Su Yu thought casually, but her hands didn't slow down.

Two magical plants were stuffed into the child's mouth to slow down the rate of poison infiltration. The remaining three or four plants, which had hemostatic and healing properties, were mashed into a paste with magic and applied to the wound. Some of the paste was also stuffed into the child's mouth to prevent internal injury.

Although it certainly doesn't taste very good, good medicine tastes bitter.

The child, or rather Wuxi, strained his neck and swallowed with difficulty, his eyes filled with an uncontrollable gloom.

Are there really detoxification treatments that don't use elixirs these days? They don't even have basic healing pills?

If he weren't currently unable to open his storage ring due to the inconvenience of using demonic energy, and if his injuries weren't so severe, he wouldn't have ended up in such a predicament.

However, if this demon is truly so poor, then he should send more gratitude pills after he recovers.

What kind of look is that?

Feng Twelve, who was standing to the side with his arms crossed, spoke up in dissatisfaction. He was very unhappy with the little brat being gently treated and fed medicine by his older brother.

His brother has never fed him by hand, and this brat still dares to be dissatisfied?

Damn it, this is clearly his brother!

Wu Xi glanced at the clamoring brat expressionlessly, then turned and leaned against her benefactor in a weak and dependent manner.

He hadn't forgotten that this guy, who seemed to be a brother-obsessed brother, had turned and walked away without helping him in his time of need.

Wu Xi appeared weak, but in reality, she was facing Feng Twelve behind Su Yu, her eyes filled with provocation and mockery.

Satisfied to see the little brat's eyes blazing with anger, Wu Xi got up to leave Su Yu's embrace.

He got up, but was then pressed back down with a slap.

"If you're seriously injured, then behave yourself."

Wu Xi's expression stiffened, and the demon holding him gently patted him as if issuing a warning.

Forget it, I won't argue with a child.

He composed himself and remained quiet.

But this time, the fire in the little brat's eyes seemed to burn even brighter.

Su Yu looked up and saw many black dots rapidly approaching from the distant sky.

"A demon is coming, let's retreat."

Coincidentally, just outside this forest was a sizable town, providing a resting place for many demon cultivators who were heading to the Demon Forest for training and treasure hunting.

The demons have so many forests.

Su Yu sighed inwardly, but the cub he was holding had its head down, its eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

What's going on? We've come all the way out of the Dark Fiend Forest and haven't encountered any high-level magical beasts.

Is it some kind of special magical artifact, or... is one of these two demons a special high-level demon bloodline?

Feng Shier's attention was mostly on Su Yu, but whenever he caught sight of the cub, his eyes turned icy.

"Brother, we're in town now. Let me carry him. You must be tired from the journey."

Su Yu was somewhat surprised. Little Twelve didn't seem to like other demon cubs. This child... is truly filial!

His facial features softened, and without hesitation, he handed the cub in his arms to Feng Twelve, saying in a gentle voice, "Alright, then you can take care of it for now."

As for the issue of the two demons seemingly not getting along, Su Yu thought that she shouldn't interfere too much in the interactions between the cubs; Little Twelve must know what was going on.

Although Wu Xi was also reluctant, he was currently in a weak state and needed the rare opportunity to quell his inner demons, so he did not show any dissatisfaction.

He and Feng Shier tried their best to minimize the physical contact between each other, disliking each other.

While taking him along like that was indeed a bit careless, he still preferred the older child. His keen sense of danger and his discreet inquiries about the forest fight after entering town were both commendable; his overly kind nature wasn't something he couldn't change…

Besides, he was also a beneficiary of this kindness.

He had secretly checked Su Yu's bone age beforehand; she was a fifteen-year-old in the late stage of Foundation Establishment...

I can only barely meet his standards.

But he's good-looking too.

Hmm... Should I take on an apprentice or not?

Giving them some lucky treasures would be enough to repay their kindness.

While struggling with his thoughts in Wuxi, he unconsciously scrutinized Su Yu, who was gathering information from the townspeople through casual conversation. Just as he was engrossed in his observation, everything suddenly went black.

"What are you doing?" The childish voice came out of his own mouth, and Wu Xi got even angrier, glaring angrily at the little brat who covered his eyes with his hands.

Feng Shier's blood-red pupils emanated a chilling aura, like a dark inferno. He said in a low, eerie voice, "Put away your abacus."

Wu Xi raised an eyebrow inwardly with interest, somewhat surprised by Twelve's sensitivity; these two demons truly lived up to their brotherhood.

Then the little brat added, "This is my brother!"

He's definitely a brother-obsessed guy.