Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

The skull rolled to his feet. Xiao Jingxuan raised one eyebrow in surprise and lowered his head to take a look.

The head with the untidy incision opened its bloody mouth and said, "Damn it! I was so scared that my head almost fell off."

"I had a hard time sticking it on! Where can I find such good blood glue in the future?"

Xiao Jingxuan calmly opened his eyelids again, stared at the headless ghost corpse, and smiled with some sarcasm.

As if to kill someone, he tilted his head, imitating the way his head had just fallen off.

A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. His careless action really angered the ghost.

His body was baring its teeth and claws, his bloody neck was twisting, and the head at his feet was grinning. The situation was extremely funny.

Xiao Jingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Xuanji fan, emitting a bright bamboo green light, made a fancy circle around his body.

He faced the challenge and shaved off the hair of the head on the ground. Xiao Jingxuan stepped on it and looked at him provocatively.

The ghost corpse immediately became obedient, but the ghost head under his feet was still cursing: "If you don't fight for the head when you hit someone, give me back my head!"

Xiao Jingxuan had no intention of making things difficult for him, so he lightly kicked the pitiful head away.

Just when I was about to ask where the Nether Dragon was hiding.

The ghost corpse stretched out its only hand, carefully picked up its own severed limbs and head, and held them in its arms.

Then, holding up the severed arm, screaming, he turned around and ran away in a strange posture.

He ran and screamed, "Ah ...

"And he's so powerful that he even stepped on my head and crushed it! How horrible! This man is truly horrible!"

"I really can't defeat such a respectable and terrifying opponent, so I'd better leave it to you to do it yourself!"

"Hey? Don't run away first!" Xiao Jingxuan stretched out his hand, as if trying to keep her, but to no avail.

He lowered his head and murmured with a tearless smile: "I didn't mean to crush your head. Didn't I already give it back to you?"

The ghost completely disappeared in this palace where one could not escape, and even the sharp and piercing sound gradually faded away.

Xiao Jingxuan's arms hung naturally, his back leaning against the dirty wall. The back of his injured hand was covered with thick blood, which dripped down his sleeve.

He seemed to no longer feel the pain, nor did he seem to care much, his expression was a little numb.

I just comforted myself in my heart that my junior master was so smart that he would definitely not anger the Nether Dragon, and there would be no danger.

He continued walking forward, dragging his arm, and behind him, invisible, a pair of bright eyes suddenly lit up.

Those huge eyes were cloudy. For some reason, the whites of the eyes had faded away, leaving only black in the eye sockets.

From a distance, it looks scary and weird, making people tremble with fear unconsciously.

His blood, which flowed on the ground, was quickly eaten up by all kinds of mutated rats and insects.

They hid in the corner and made sharp but joyful calls as if they had tasted top-notch food.

The sound was so sharp that it hurt his eardrums. Xiao Jingxuan raised his hand to rub his ears, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

The strange sound of the wind chimes actually stopped! When he regained consciousness, it actually stopped.

Xiao Jingxuan paused, raised his hand and slightly touched his chin, as if he was thinking about something, and after a moment he suddenly realized something.

There was a hint of red in his icy green eyes, and there was even a hint of provocation in his cold eyes, as if he didn't take anyone seriously.

He raised his chin slightly, with a cynical and contemptuous look.

He said with disdain: "Illusion? Such a low-level illusion? Who do you want to stop?"

"What's the point of hiding in the dark? Why don't you be more open and stand in front of me?"

After Xiao Jingxuan finished speaking, he immediately turned around and walked back, stopping in front of the lifelike face.

He is just as cold and aloof as my junior master-master, and his features are just as calm and indifferent, with a hint of tenderness deep within.

He chanted a spell and flicked his fingers lightly. A blazing fireball hit the ground and the blood that had formed a human shape was instantly burned to ashes.

The illusion really disappeared slowly, revealing a luxurious underwater palace. He was in the inner room, surrounded by red bras, which looked very festive.

On the low couch surrounded by red gauze, one can vaguely see a slender figure lying there.

Xiao Jingxuan approached with light footsteps and was tripped by something. He kicked it away in annoyance and found that it was a moon-white inner garment.

Xiao Jingxuan squatted down, picked up the clothes and crushed them in his hands, wondering in his heart: Why do these clothes look so much like Junior Master's?

In order to confirm his guess, he lifted a corner of the clothes, put it to his nose and sniffed it. Sure enough, the light and elegant tea fragrance wafted to his face.

Under the low couch, the clothes Chu Huaizhou was wearing today were thrown casually everywhere, in a mess.

Xiao Jingxuan stood up woodenly, his mind exploded, he was at a loss, but more than that, his veins were bulging with anger.

It was quiet all around. There seemed to be the sound of raindrops falling outside the window, and the sound of sea water flowing by.

He clenched his hands into fists, raised them up and put them down tremblingly, not daring to lift the translucent veil in front of him.

Xiao Jingxuan's consciousness was a little fuzzy, he was struggling and tormented inside, and he didn't know how much time had passed.

As if he had made up his mind, he slowly stretched out a finger and lifted the red curtain that looked like a wedding room.

Just when he looked carefully at the situation inside, Xiao Jingxuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a string of reason in his brain broke in an instant.

There was no doubt that it was his junior uncle, but he was completely naked, with only a pair of long legs casually crossed.

Chu Huaizhou had his back to him, the lines of his waist and back were white and graceful, almost like snow reflecting the moonlight.

The dimples on her waist were deep, as if melted snow, and her two slender, snow-white legs were like soft, warm jade to the touch.

……

It really cost him his life.

As all kinds of fantasies and fantasies floated up and down, some dirty and foul thoughts were stirring, and it was as if there was a big bell in my chest that was constantly ringing.

Xiao Jingxuan seemed to hear a clicking sound in his head, and something was burned off by the heat like boiling magma.

His eyes were wide open, and after finally coming back to his senses, he seemed reluctant to look away, so he could only blink rapidly.

The long and curled eyelashes drooped, slightly blocking the beautiful spring scenery in front of her eyes.

He spoke with difficulty, his voice already deep and hoarse, and muttered: "Junior Master..."

"Uncle Junior Master, what on earth is going on?"

……

Time passed by little by little, and the person on the bed did not answer, seeming to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Xiao Jingxuan seemed to muster up some courage, and with a flick of his sleeves he completely pulled open the red gauze curtain in front of him.

He closed his eyes and thought, "Little Master, I'm sorry for offending you."

He reached out and wrapped the person on the bed with snow-white fox fur silk, and was about to hold him in his arms.

Suddenly, a chill flashed behind me, like the coldness of a sword...