Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

"Xiao Jingxuan!"

Another call came from behind, the voice was a little bland. If a stranger heard it, he would feel that this person must be a boring person.

This was indeed the voice of Junior Master's uncle. Xiao Jingxuan turned around in surprise, "Junior Master's uncle?"

Chu Huaizhou saw that he was in a strange posture and seemed to be trying to escape, but was tripped by something.

He was carrying a red quilt on his shoulders, with something wrapped inside.

"What are you holding? Even if it's important, aren't you tired of carrying it?"

Xiao Jingxuan was too excited, his face full of smiles, "I'm carrying Junior Master-Uncle... Hey?"

"How come two junior masters suddenly appeared?" Xiao Jingxuan's first thought was not how to tell the real one from the fake one.

What I thought of was, the two little uncles, how happy life will be in the future...ah.

but……

The man standing in front of the red curtain in the distance was wearing a straight-cut wedding gown, a golden cloud-patterned belt around his waist, and his black hair was tied up and fixed with a jade-inlaid gilt crown.

His slender body stood straight, and his whole body was handsome, revealing an innate nobility and coldness, making people feel that he was out of reach.

"Hmm? This is..." Xiao Jingxuan tilted his head in confusion and looked at the wedding dress on Minglong.

The two people wearing the wedding gowns turned out to be a pair!

Xiao Jingxuan was shocked, filled with sudden outbursts of anger, and a heart filled with jealousy like boiling magma.

Why? Why would his junior master-master and Minglong wear bright red wedding clothes? It was his junior master-master!

why?

This is my junior uncle...

That means you are mine!

Chu Huaizhou did not have a God’s perspective, and had no idea that the dazed look on Xiao Jingxuan’s face at this moment was actually because she was jealous of him.

He shouted, "Stop using your fan! If you keep hitting me like this, my Qianjiaji will be broken into pieces!"

However, he couldn't hear anything now.

Xiao Jingxuan is a very jerk. When he is unhappy, he wants to make sure that no one gets what they want and no one is happy.

He opened his eyes sourly like a jealous person and asked calmly, "Why should I listen to you?"

"You are not necessarily my junior uncle. What if this well-behaved one in my arms is the one?"

Chu Huaizhou's eyes gradually became deep, and the underlying tone seemed to be puzzled, and filled with endless, pitiful disappointment.

"Xiao Jingxuan, what are you talking about?" His voice was a little trembling, "He is, then what am I?"

He suddenly came to realize that there was nothing wrong with the first half of what his junior apprentice brother said.

Yes, why should he listen to me? In the past six months, I have been used to treating him like a little tail and ordering him around.

Chu Huaizhou's eyes changed from surprise and shock when he saw Xiao Jingxuan's back, to disappointment when he later asked back "Why should I listen to you".

Now it has gradually become gentle, calm and indifferent, without any ripples, as quiet as dead water.

"Xiao Jingxuan, you are absolutely right." He opened his eyelids indifferently and glanced at him indifferently.

"You are not a disciple of my palace, so you don't need to listen to me."

“No,” he rationally suppressed the nameless jealousy rising in his heart, “Junior Master, I…I didn’t mean that.”

Chu Huaizhou ignored him, without even giving him a glance, and softly called out the soft, satin-like Li Zheng.

Xiao Jingxuan was confused. This junior uncle actually had the Li Zheng string, and he could play it so smoothly, as if it was born on his limbs.

He immediately realized that the junior master in red in the air seemed to be the real junior master.

He turned his head to look at the man who was carried on his shoulders and wrapped in bedding. However, he was no longer a human being.

Xiao Jingxuan was frightened by taking such a close look and screamed in fear with a hoarse voice.

The bedding was thrown on the ground and spread out, revealing a skinned, bloody cat wrapped inside.

Xiao Jingxuan took a few steps back and retched in disgust.

He cursed at Ming Long, "Damn it! Can you stop doing these disgusting tricks?"

Chu Huaizhou glanced at him coldly and had no time to pay attention to him.

He tapped the ground with his toes and flew up, using the soft strings of the zither as a sword, intending to forcibly stop the fight between the two powerful gods.

But he was only a mortal, and this plan was doomed to fail.

Xuanji Shan was stunned for a moment, then swung it in the air and smiled, "Is this the string of the Li Zheng zither?"

"If you take out a complete Li Zheng Qin, you might still have the strength to fight us. Who are you trying to stop with a string?"

Chu Huaizhou's wedding dress was as red as blood, and when his eyes looked down from above, there was a sense of oppression that looked down on everything.

"If you insist on fighting this blind dragon today, you can try."

The Xuanji fan began to spin, stirring up the sound that was diffused in the sky. It instantly fell down, almost stirring up the Li Zheng string and Chu Huaizhou's hand.

Chu Huaizhou quickly let go of his hand, used his true energy to shake the end of the string, and easily resolved his attack.

"Not bad, not bad, you are really interesting and have some skills."

Chu Huaizhou didn't say anything. He loosened his fingers, the power dissipated, and Li Zheng, as thin as an arrow, suddenly shot out.

There was a whooshing sound, and Li Zheng was wrapped in a cold gust of wind, flashing a sharp cold blue light.

It shuttled through the red curtains like lightning, suddenly hit the handle of the Xuanji fan, and was bounced back.

Chu Huaizhou used his energy in his palms to gently dissolve the powerful attack from Li Zheng when he rebounded.

Xuanji Fan took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, using the handle as a weapon and hitting him straight in the chest.

"His combat experience and awareness are quite strong, but his cultivation is a little shallow and his strength is too weak."

Xiao Jingxuan flew up, flicked his sleeve, twisted his wrist, grabbed the Xuanji fan, and swung it in the opposite direction.

He shouted loudly: "You are such a savage! If you want to fight with Silly Dragon, I don't mind, but don't hurt my Junior Master Uncle!"

"Forget it, forget it. When I want to fight, you have to stop me. When I don't want to move, you have to summon me. It's really troublesome."

Xuanji Fan folded up the fan and said, "No more fighting, no more fighting. There are so many people, but not one can fight. It's boring."

After saying that, Xiao Jingxuan rubbed Chu Huaizhou's shoulder as if to please him, his voice gentle and soft.

"Uncle Junior Master, can you tell me what is going on?"

Chu Huaizhou's pupils were slanted at the end of his phoenix eyes, and he said calmly: "Why should I tell you?"

"Ah? This..." Xiao Jingxuan looked at his junior uncle's slightly angry face, listened to his tone of giving him a taste of his own medicine, and didn't know what to say.

"That... Junior Master, just now, I was wrong. I saw that the clothes Junior Master was wearing were different from those on Minglong..."

He deliberately did not finish his words, and looked at the person cautiously and tentatively.