Looking at the host's frightened eyes.

Zhou Ze couldn't help laughing.

"You're weird." Zhou Ze looked at the host and said.

With a playful smile on his face, he was calm.

The host couldn't find a trace of panic in Zhou Ze at all.

It's as if no matter how serious he says, it won't affect the way he looks.

But...

This young man is about to die!

It's about to be trampled by the army of the north!

The host naturally knew why Gu Yu asked him to wait, and let Zhou Ze go back and sit down to participate in the northern auction first.

The purpose is simple.

Wait for his father to arrive.

Wait for the entire huge Gu family army in the northern realm to surround this entire northern auction hall!

"Aren't you running?" The moderator continued.

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "Why should I run, I still have one thing to complete."

"You're such a madman." The host gritted his teeth and said.

Zhou Ze smiled and pointed to the microphone in the host's hand, and said jokingly: "If you don't lower the shady screen, I'm afraid I won't be the only crazy person."

Sure enough, the host noticed countless complaints coming from the shady scenes.

There was even the sound of someone smashing the shady curtain with their fists.

"Hey!"

"Is there anyone out there?"

"What the fuck are you doing!"

"It's pitch black, don't you want to drive people crazy?"

"The people in the Northern Auction House are dead, aren't they?!"

The whining sound was deafening.

The host was a little helpless and nodded slightly.

Then he picked up the microphone and said, "Don't panic, everyone, the battle has come to an end, and the baby has already belonged."

"What?!"

"It's all over?? What kind of battle actually doesn't let us see? Isn't it possible to achieve it because someone has a special status?"

Hearing the words coming from the dark scene, Zhou Ze smiled and walked towards his seat.

Seeing that Zhou Ze disappeared into the shadows, the host ordered the backstage staff to open the camera.

The images from each seat reappeared.

Looking at the host's smiling face, everyone couldn't help but complain, "Do we want to see you? We want to see those two teenagers fighting!"

"The two boys were fine, but after the duel was won, they both left." The host said with a smile.

"No, then whoever wins has to tell us..."

"I'm sorry, we're going to hide this in the northern auction house."

"yes, it's boring."

"Why don't we hurry up and move on to the next one, so what are we waiting for?"

The host coughed lightly: "It's just a little episode..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Someone roared in the shadows.

Obviously, sealing them in the dark for a long time just now has aroused the disgust of many people.

"Now, I'm going to introduce you to the next treasure!"

The host also understood that everyone was holding back the fire in their stomachs now, and hurriedly asked the staff to push up the next treasure.

Zhou Ze returned to his own black curtain, but found that Song Ci was actually curled up in his seat and trembling.

"Song porcelain?"

Zhou Ze shouted suspiciously, but did not get a response.

Zhou Ze hurriedly squatted down and put his palm on Song Ci's head.

"Fever?" Zhou Ze said suspiciously, "Why do you have a fever inexplicably?"

Dao Ye opened his mouth in Zhou Ze's heart at this moment and said, "I smell the breath of power."

"This little girl, I'm afraid I'm worried about your safety, so I used my ability..."

Zhou Ze smiled bitterly and picked up Daoye's words:

"Overuse of power has led to a decrease in your own immunity, so that's why you have a fever?"

"Hmm."

Dao Ye agreed, "And it's a sudden fever."

"It's so hot..." Zhou Ze took his hand off Song Ci's head.

Zhou Ze turned his head to look at the black curtain, and the host was still introducing the new baby on the screen.

"It shouldn't be Dusty's turn so soon—"

After talking to himself, Zhou Ze took out his long needle from the Taoist temple.

Pierced along the acupuncture points of Song Porcelain's brain.

"Uh-huh."

Song Ci couldn't help but let out a muffled sound, but his eyes were closed and couldn't be opened.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly, and his fingers gently turned the long needle.

"This little girl, it seems to be quite serious." Dao Ye said, "I'll go and help her make some medicine."

"Okay." Zhou Ze nodded, then closed his eyes.

Now he wants to cure Song porcelain without distraction.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to say when Song Ci would wake up.

After all, Song Ci's sudden fever was not caused by a virus or a cold.

As for the matter of boiling medicine, Zhou Ze handed it over to Dao Ye to do.

Since the Qingfeng Taoist Temple was completely repaired by Zhou Ze, the Taoist Master can also arrange all the functions in the Taoist Temple casually.

Boiling medicine is naturally an extremely simple thing for Dao Ye.

About half an hour later, Zhou Ze, who had a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, slowly opened his eyes.

"Whew."

Zhou Ze exhaled a long breath, took out a tissue and wiped the sweat on his head.

"Almost."

As he spoke, Zhou Ze put his hand on Song Ci's head: "It's not as hot as just now."

"Hey, you're taking advantage of me." Song Ci suddenly opened his eyes and said.

Zhou Ze's mouth couldn't help but pull, and he said helplessly, "Eldest sister, I want to see if you still have a fever."

Song Ci propped himself up and sat up: "I had a fever just now?"

"Yes."

Zhou Ze nodded: "It burns so much that my hands hurt."

Song Ci knocked on his head and remembered something.

"Maybe it's because I'm overusing my powers."

Zhou Ze asked jokingly, "I went out just now, and there was no one in the shadows, how did you overuse your abilities?"

Song Ci glanced at Zhou Ze and didn't say anything.

Zhou Ze realized something, and looked at Song Ci with a long mouth: "Should you be able to get through this shady curtain..."

"Ahem."

Song Ci coughed lightly twice and said slowly, "I did a good job just now, and I was able to solve Gu Yu, whose strength does not seem to be weak."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Ze understood.

"So you deliberately hid it in front of me... Why didn't you say it sooner if you were so capable?" Zhou Ze said with a smile.

Song Ci snorted coldly: "Didn't you hide it too!"

"I didn't hide it."

"Didn't you just hide the treasure chest?"

Song Ci raised his eyebrows at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze pursed his lips and smiled, and took out the treasure chest he had just put in from the Taoist temple.

"You say you know what's inside?" Song Ci asked.

"Can you tell me?"

"Of course." Zhou Ze nodded: "I'm afraid it will scare you."

"Am I scared?" Song Ci shook his head and said, "No, I'm not that kind of fragile little girl."

"Oh."

Zhou Ze said casually, "Inside is a living heart."