Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

The puppet with blood dripping on its forehead will feed back to the person dripping blood everything it sees, hears and senses from the outside world without reservation.

Chu Huaizhou felt his lower back being caressed, gently pinched and pinched, twisting his thin skin, and a strange numbness stimulated his nerve endings.

He clutched the wide sleeves with his hands, his knuckles and fingertips turned white, his body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Jingxuan! You are such a pervert!"

The "lecher" who was studying a novel puppet felt an itch on his nose. He held the puppet in his arms and sneezed uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Junior Master, are you okay? Didn't I scare you? Didn't I hurt you?"

Xiao Jingxuan pulled his sleeve and wiped the puppet's body, not even sparing its chubby face.

The more I look at it, the more I like it: How did you make it so cute?

The little blue puppet had just been placed on the table and it took two steps with its short legs, and was about to jump off the table.

"Hey - Junior Master, don't jump!" Xiao Jingxuan wiped his mouth and nose and grabbed the puppet's belt.

Caught off guard... the robe suddenly fell apart...

"Ah, I'm sorry, Junior Uncle-Master," Xiao Jingxuan said in a panic, covering his eyes helplessly, "Nephew, I'll close your eyes and put them on for you."

Chu Huaizhou had his whole body touched. His brows were furrowed, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he could no longer sit still, so he supported himself on the ground with his hands.

The words were almost squeezed out from between teeth, "Xiao Jingxuan! What are you doing again?!"

"Junior Master, are you going back now? How about I take you there?" Xiao Jingxuan looked at the round head and his palms felt a little itchy.

He wanted to touch it.

It was strange, the puppet seemed to have a soul immediately, it turned around and glanced at him, staring at him for a moment with a look that said "you bold scoundrel deserves to die".

An even colder aura emanated from his body, and he jumped to the window with an expressionless face.

"Uncle Junior Master, are you planning to go down from here? Do you know how high this is? This is the highest... level of the Immortal Dream Coffin."

The little doll turned around and stared at him again, with a proud look that said "this evil disciple actually looks down on me".

A pair of light blue wings appeared on its back, and it turned around and flew away.

Xiao Jingxuan resisted the urge to touch that round head and instead stared at the flickering light blue stars and the word "Yunlan" in the dim sky.

He nodded and said, "Send it off, Immortal Yunlan."

He listened through the puppet's ears and was stunned for a moment. With his long black eyelashes drooping, he stared at the hand that was casting the spell in a daze for a while before he slowly raised his eyelids.

The voice of "Immortal Master Yunlan" was very strange, mixed with the cool night breeze, but it was full of heat and cherishment that could not be dispelled, and it was unique.

If others called him Yunlan Immortal Venerable, it was more or less with a sense of ridicule and mockery. To call a useless cultivator Immortal Venerable or Venerable was intentional and full of irony.

It's just like calling a universally ugly person a beauty and making her a laughing stock in the world of cultivation.

The puppet looked back and saw that the window was closed. A faint light came through the window paper.

The moment he heard that, his heart suddenly shrank, and then he tilted his head: How is it possible? I must have heard it wrong.

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Even cultivators and Taoist priests had to worry about those few taels of silver. There were still more than ten days before the next monthly salary was paid, and the impoverished Xiao Jingxuan was wandering in front of the wishing board.

The wishing board is a kind of bulletin board maintained with spirit stones as its foundation, used to display various prayers for help from all over the human world.

Most of those who can appear on the Yama Avenue Prayer Board and be seen by the disciples in each hall are related to evil spirits, ghosts, mountain spirits, and monsters.

Simple requests for help, such as "Help Aunt Wang find a cat" and "Help Uncle Li find his cows and horses", are usually assigned to outer disciples.

Only when there are not enough outer disciples will they be forcibly distributed to the idle disciples in each hall. If they do not take any action for many days, not only will they not get any reward, they will also be punished.

"In Yuyu Town, at the Huang family, the newborn baby keeps crying day and night. We are worried that the evil spirit will enter the body, so we beg the Biluo Immortal to come down the mountain. The reward is seven taels of silver."

Xiao Jingxuan couldn't help but read out the golden handwriting floating in front of him, thinking: Isn't this a disease? Why not go to a doctor? Why do you need to go to the top of the blue sky? There are mountains of gold and silver at home? !

Under each wish, there is a corresponding bounty reward. After a wish is completed, it will disappear from the list, and the reward will be automatically calculated into the individual's monthly salary and paid out at that time.

If multiple people complete the prayer together, the messenger in charge of the prayers will distribute the reward to each person fairly and impartially.

But praying is not an easy task, and it requires a lot of financial resources. Don’t be fooled by the fact that there are only a few taels of money on the list.

It is difficult to say how much money and effort the family who made that wish spent in the beginning.

It was the busy farming season, and most of the prayers were related to sowing beans and transplanting rice seedlings. Xiao Jingxuan looked at each other and realized that this was not something he could do after being the Demon Lord for more than ten years.

"Eh?! Senior Brother Jingxuan! Why are you also interested in this wishing list?" A half-sarcastic, yet gentle voice came from behind.

Xiao Jingxuan was helpless and murmured in his heart, rolling his eyes: Am I interested in praying? I am interested in money.

He turned his head and saw that the man was handsome and unruly, with a serious and majestic face. He was wearing a light battle armor with a blue edge and a black background. His high ponytail was tied with a simple silver hairband, and he had a tight waist, sleeves and leg ties. At his waist was a thin and narrow short sword that shone with a cold light and was as bright as a star.

His face looked solemn and dignified, with a stiff and bitter face, and he looked old-fashioned, but his half-hearted smile was a bit lacking.

The person who came was none other than the eighteen-year-old Ruan Xiangwan, the chief disciple of the Ningyou Immortal Palace.

Xiao Jingxuan's gaze didn't stay on him for long. He just glanced at him and then returned to the circular wishing board.

He said in a calm and cold voice: "I have nothing to do these days, so I thought of coming over here to take a look."

Anyone with eyes could tell that he didn't want to see anyone right now, but he had to have this blind person.

"Brother Xiao, why don't you just say that you came here because you have no money? That will sound better and more comfortable."

Xiao Jingxuan doesn't like Ruan Xiangwan, but Ruan Xiangwan may not like him.

He smiled like a scoundrel: "Yeah, I have no money, I'm poor, why don't you lend me some money, Junior Brother Ruan?"

The tone sounded casual and harmonious, but when you opened your eyelids, you could see those cold, ice-green eyes, which made you shudder, as if you were falling into an ice cellar.

A strange feeling of fear and terror kept popping up in my heart, and I wanted to avoid him for no reason.

Ruan Xiangwan was a little furious and jumped up and down, "Haha, I didn't expect that Senior Brother Xiao didn't achieve much in his cultivation, but his face became thicker and thicker as he cultivated?"

The person who came with Ruan Xiangwan hid in the dark, where the light couldn't reach, staring at him and laughing quietly.

Xiao Jingxuan walked around the wish list pillar, stretched lazily, and said, "At least I have a thick skin, so I don't feel cold in the wind."

"Brother Ruan, don't forget that you can't beat me. So what did you cultivate? A bitter melon and a stern face?"