Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

The child seemed to feel guilty towards him. Even though he was humiliated like this, he didn't get angry. Instead, he stared at him.

After a long pause, he slowly said, "In Qing Pavilion, I stole your purse more than once."

When Xiao Jingxuan heard the word "Qingge", his breathing suddenly stagnated, and then he took a deep breath.

Feeling suffocated in his heart, he subconsciously turned his head to look at his junior uncle. Chu Huaizhou looked calm and did not suspect anything.

The two were surprised to see the masked child say it so openly.

Chu Huaizhou didn't blame him, but asked calmly: "When did it happen? Why did you steal his purse?"

"I stole his purse because I had to, and he was rich as hell." The fire finally started, and he picked up a palm-leaf fan and fanned it twice.

"As for when it happened, I can't remember clearly."

Xiao Jingxuan was completely confused by what he said, as he was clearly extremely poor.

"Are you sure it's me? When did I become rich? I'm obviously poor as hell."

The boy sneered twice, "You've entered Qingge, and you still roll the dice with the old stubborn guy in the casino from time to time. I heard that you win most of the time."

"When you win money, you will order the most beautiful girls to dance for you, drink with you, and sing for you. You will spend money freely and extravagantly."

At that time, Xiao Jingxuan's luck was so good that there was nothing to say or refute, and he won almost every game.

He made a lot of money, to the point where he would give two coins to anyone he liked.

Therefore, what the gangster took away probably didn't mean much to him at that time, otherwise he wouldn't have been unaware of it.

He is not a petty person. It has been so long since the incident happened, and he doesn't want to pursue it anymore.

But after hearing the second half of the sentence, Xiao Jingxuan's face became more and more ugly. He forgot what he had done before, these bastards had done stupid things again.

He peeked at his junior uncle cautiously, feeling uneasy, and his eyes showed some shame and apology.

When Chu Huaizhou heard "the most beautiful girl dancing and singing," his eyes darkened.

When he heard the words "extravagant and wasteful" later, his face gradually became gloomy.

Xiao Jingxuan felt that this person was deliberately going against him.

They must have been enemies for eight lifetimes, otherwise why would they be so unwilling to see him do well?

He just used his persistence to coax his junior uncle into being a little more obedient.

But this person is here to expose his dark secrets again.

Xiao Jingxuan glared at the masked boy angrily for a few times, then his gaze fell back on Chu Huaizhou, his lips moving slightly.

He tried hard to defend himself, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't say anything, because these things really happened.

No matter how many excuses, reasons, or explanations you have, they all seem pale and futile at this moment.

Looking at Chu Huaizhou's cold and indifferent expression, his intuition told him that Junior Master Uncle didn't want to listen to him now.

"Are you boiling the medicine? Why don't you go home and boil it? The foam has already risen, it should be ready."

"Home?" The little boy opened the lid and smelled the bitter smell of Chinese medicine. "I don't have one. This is it."

Xiao Jingxuan was furious, and thought extremely in his heart: You deserve to be homeless for being such a gossiper.

As soon as they finished talking, a few rapid coughs were heard from the corner of the alley, "Yuan Dou, is there someone coming again?"

Until the old voice slowly came out amidst violent coughing.

It was only then that the two discovered that there was a shelter made of dry grass under the broken walls of the alley.

It can't block the wind, let alone the rain.

"If they come, we will just leave and not start a dispute with the indigenous people."

That old and sad voice, in the lonely snow and wind, had a sense of decay and decay, as if it was about to lose its vitality.

"No, Grandpa." The boy tilted his head and looked at the two of them, "It's not a person coming."

"What's that? You can chat so happily with cats and dogs? You must be really frustrated, right?"

Xiao Jingxuan: “…………”

"No, they are two immortals from the top of the Azure Cloud. I don't know why they came here."

"No wonder..." The old voice gradually became low and muttered, "I was wondering why I heard strange noises just now, but no human voices."

His simple words made Chu Huaizhou's ears turn red instantly, and the base of his neck also turned red.

In other words, everyone inside heard and perhaps even witnessed the noise he and Xiao Jingxuan made of each other, making love to each other until death.

Thinking of this, Chu Huaizhou lost his composure instantly, and stuttered, asking, "Who are you in there?"

The little boy didn't answer, but just comforted lightly as if he saw through everything.

"Don't worry, he's already blind. He can't see what he should and shouldn't see."

Chu Huaizhou's heart sank slightly, and his compassion began to play tricks on him again, "How could he be blind? Can you let me in to take a look?"

He did not refuse, but instead made a gesture of invitation and walked in front with a bowl of medicine.

Xiao Jingxuan stood not far away, looking very solemn, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He deliberately coughed twice, and the other party reacted, swinging his sleeves and following with a silly smile.

In the tangled dead grass, there lay a dishevelled old man, his whole body emitting a foul stench of pus.

Xiao Jingxuan waved his sleeves and fanned himself, "What's that smell? It's so weird."

The old man's exposed skin was all wrinkled and had cracks from peeling flesh.

His face and neck were covered with pustules and hemorrhoids the size of a baby's palm, and the areas where his eyes were located were occupied by bleeding pustules.

Chu Huaizhou's originally gentle dark purple eyes suddenly tightened when he saw these disgusting scars.

His voice deepened a few degrees. "Blood ambergris. This is what blood ambergris tastes like."

"Oh." Xiao Jingxuan deliberately pretended to be enlightened, "So this is the smell?"

Chu Huaizhou listened to his tone, which sounded casual but also a little serious, and felt that he deserved a beating.

After all, he has been the omniscient Demon Lord for ten years. It is not that he cannot recognize a mere blood dragon saliva.

He was just pretending to be stupid on purpose, wanting to say a few more words to his junior uncle.

Chu Huaizhou was about to take two steps forward, but Xiao Jingxuan grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back.

Chu Huaizhou was caught off guard and his back bumped into his chest. Just as he was about to scold him, Xiao Jingxuan lowered his voice mysteriously and leaned close to his ear and said -

"Could it be that these two people might have some unknown connection with Elder Yu Huai?"

Chu Huaizhou was a little speechless, and waved his hand to pull the sleeve back from his hand, "I know, you don't need to remind me."

Seeing his attitude, Xiao Jingxuan felt cold in his heart: It's over, he is really angry.

When the old man heard the voices, he raised his upper body with difficulty and sat up. His skin tissue faded away, leaving only his bloody nose. He sniffed the air hard.

His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, making the bloody and mangled face even more eerie.

"Did you steal medicine from the pharmacy again?"

"It's not stolen this time." The masked boy said, using a spoon to pour the potion into his mouth. "Don't worry about drinking it."

Perhaps it was the warm, bitter potion in his mouth that made it impossible for him to make any sound, so he had to drink it down voraciously.

"Where did that come from? Also, did someone follow you in? Tell them to leave, it's contagious!"

The boy looked at the two of them and without thinking, he shouted, "They sent you the medicine and said it can cure you."

Xiao Jingxuan knew clearly in his heart where these medicines came from. It was self-evident.

The boy had a mask on his face and was wrapped tightly, which showed that he was also infected with the same disease.

The symptoms may not be as severe as those of an elderly person who is bedridden, but at least he or she can still move freely.

"How can my illness be cured? That's just talk to fool a kid like you."

Chu Huaizhou asked: "Have you ever asked a doctor to see him?"

The boy said nonchalantly, "We don't have any money. What can we use to hire a doctor?"

"Besides, doctors nowadays are as timid as mice. They either run away after taking a look, or they feel the patient's pulse tremblingly and insist that it is contaminated with something unclean. They are superstitious."

Chu Huaizhou didn't know the situations they had been through, nor the pointing and criticizing they had encountered, so he didn't say much.

"Has his skin been like this since he contracted the disease, or did it slowly blister and rot later? Is there any trigger for this symptom?"

Seeing that they had asked this question, the little boy slowly took off the white faceless mask.

Under the mask was a very beautiful baby face, which was not affected at all even if the skin and flesh were rotten.

But the calmness and composure in his expression was totally unlike that of a person of his age.

That should be the look of a person who has experienced countless vicissitudes of life, seen the changes of the world, and looks at everything indifferently.

Xiao Jingxuan's intuition told him that the seemingly short man in front of him was definitely not the age they saw.