Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Tears were accumulating in Xiao Jingxuan's eyes, but he could no longer hold them back and they burst out, with blood gushing out of his lungs.

He climbed up the wall, hung on the window of the room with one hand, and observed silently.

Chu Huaizhou hurriedly tidied up his wrinkled clothes and bed, trying to erase all traces of his presence.

"Click." In the darkness, there was a slight sound of a lock being opened, and a person walked in against the moonlight.

Although Xiao Jingxuan couldn't see his facial expression or his cheeks clearly, he could tell from his figure that it was Elder Yu Huai.

He looked at Chu Huaizhou, who had just laid down on the bed, with an ambiguous emotion stirring in his eyes.

"My lord, Immortal Yunlan, when you were so glorious, you never thought that one day you would become my prisoner, right?"

He glanced around the room and smacked his lips in disdain, "Look at how miserable the life of a generation of immortals is now."

"This wing room is not even half the size of your Fuguang Hall, right? The furnishings are not as expensive as those in Fuguang Hall."

Chu Huaizhou was puzzled: After being imprisoned for so many years, Elder Yu Huai would sit by his bed for a while almost every few days every month.

In the past, he was deaf and blind, and he didn't know why. Was it just to humiliate him with words?

Enshrouded in the silvery, misty moonlight, he was surrounded by murderous black mist.

However, the closer they got to Chu Huaizhou, the black air that had been rushing out gradually calmed down and sank into his body.

"Do you know why we haven't touched you for so many years and have even provided you with good food and drink?"

"I'm not afraid of the blue sky peak, but I'm your junior nephew who is devoted to you and will never leave you."

"He is actually the same type of person as me, so I understand him. When he gets mad, he has no regard for the way forward or the way back."

"I heard that in just three months, he went from being a small ant that I could easily crush to death, to a master that I had to be wary of."

"Even though we are on the opposite side, I still have to admire him. This kid is indeed a genius in cultivation."

“But it’s just this brain…” Yu Huai pointed at his head murderously, “It’s not working well.”

When Xiao Jingxuan, who was hanging on the windowsill, heard this, he almost couldn't help but fly up and throw him out of the window.

Yu Huai didn't know what he was thinking about, and laughed heartily, "On March 18th of that year, he stayed in Duanshe City for several days."

"If this isn't stupid, what else could it be?"

Chu Huaizhou fell into the cold, lifeless Dead Sea with a thud and sank to the bottom of the sea.

He thought: "This is not stupidity, it is the prodigal son returning home, the lost path returning to the right path, the migratory bird returning to the south."

Yu Huai stretched out his finger and tapped Chu Huaizhou's forehead, saying, "Your spiritual power is exhausted, and your cultivation is completely wasted."

"I really don't understand. You have spent your entire life cultivating yourself to create such a time-shaking sea in the kitchen of a small shop. What's the point?"

"Perhaps, your beloved nephew has never been there? Even if he has been there, you may not have noticed it."

"It's a losing deal. I never thought that you, Lord Yunlan, have been smart for half your life, but you always get confused in this kind of private love."

Xiao Jingxuan was so stunned that he forgot to breathe. He only felt the skin where the small clay sculpture was placed was burned painfully by the flames.

The palms of his hands, which were soaked by Junior Master's tears, began to ache slightly, and the pain went all the way to the bottom of his heart, making him flustered and breathless.

He used his life's cultivation to create the Sea of ​​Time, left a wisp of his soul in the formation, and personally expressed his feelings to Xiao Jingxuan.

The future was uncertain at that time. Was it because Junior Master was afraid that he would never have the chance to say those words in person again in this lifetime that he came up with this idea?

It is because of the passage of time and the promise.

When Xiao Jingxuan wakes up in the middle of the night, his soul has a place to return to, and his heart has an illusory safe haven.

It was the day and night companionship with the little clay sculpture that supported him to move forward unwaveringly on the long journey and reach this point.

The love that Junior Uncle left for him was deep and silent, swift and selfless, and never a little less than anyone else's.

If I love him like a drop of water, he will love me like a spring. If I love him like flying petals, he will love me like the spring.

Junior Master, what do you want me to do? How can I not feel sorry for you? How can I not love you?

The love that his junior uncle gave him was like wild grass with dry roots left behind, growing again in the wind with no one paying attention to it.

He had once been like a spring breeze borrowed from it, and from then on his humble love rose with the wind and became uncontrollable.

Regardless of whether he responded or not, Junior Master Uncle loved her without reservation. This was true for both his previous and next lives.

Xiao Jingxuan covered his heart and stroked the small clay sculpture in his arms. The pain felt as if every bone was breaking.

Yu Huai suddenly acted like a madman and grabbed Chu Huaizhou's neck, causing Xiao Jingxuan's heart to tremble violently.

He said, "The friendship between you two really makes me envious, and jealous to the point of going crazy with jealousy."

Yu Huai's eyes were deep, his fingers suddenly tightened, his knuckles and fingertips turned white, and Xiao Jingxuan clenched his fists.

"Forget it." He let go of her hand. "Anyway, there is no future for him and me. There is no point in being envious or jealous."

Chu Huaizhou's face, which had turned red due to lack of oxygen, gradually calmed down, and his breathing became calm and even, as if he had really fallen asleep.

"Why aren't you awake yet?" Yu Huai leaned close to his face, as if trying to find out some clues.

"It seems that I have asked you to show off your beauty, cover your face, play the piano, and entertain guests during the day, which really exhausted you."

Xiao Jingxuan clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms, and his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy and cold.

His dark green pupils were filled with suppressed rage, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

I want you to die!

With his other free hand, he raised his palm and summoned the Xuanji Fan, which spread in his consciousness.

"Ah my! The calm and steady temperament you have developed over the years has been eaten by a pig again?"

"Besides, if you take action now, we can both escape unscathed, but what about the beautiful junior master whose spiritual power has been completely destroyed?"

"What if we fail to snatch Junior Master away and disturb the bad guys? He will take Junior Master away to another place overnight. What should we do then?"

"And just now Junior Master Uncle told you not to act rashly and to marry him directly in three days."

A device and a person were hanging on the windowsill, swinging. One of them dared to open his mouth and shout, while the other pricked up his ears to listen.

Xiao Jingxuan's anger gradually subsided. He held the handle of the fan, turned it around his thumb a few times, and then put it back.

The fan-shaped light turned into dots of light green fluorescence in the dark night and spread out. "You'd better take this seriously."

Yu Huai still had no intention of leaving, his eyes fell on the pale face of his junior master.

He sneered, "You look a little haggard. You don't look like a newlywed at all."

"In my opinion, we should turn down all the guests tomorrow, so that you can have a little rest and wait for Han Yunda's red sedan chair to arrive."

After waiting for Yu Huai to leave his junior master's room, Xiao Jingxuan leaned down and landed steadily in a street vendor's shop.

There was still blood at the corners of his mouth, and he walked back to the dilapidated temple in a daze and reluctantly.

Su Xingzhu knew that he could not defeat this man with his own strength, so he gave up resistance and curled up on the straw mat to sleep early.

After returning here, Xiao Jingxuan finally couldn't hold on any longer. His body slowly curled up into a ball and he fell in front of the gate of the dilapidated temple under the moonlight.

He still underestimated the backlash of breaking the puppet connection technique.

When he first mastered the art, he had tried to dismantle some simple puppetry techniques. Perhaps because the people who cast the curse were not as skilled as Yu Huai, the backlash had never been so strong.

It was as if hundreds of sharp needles made of ice were piercing into his heart and brain one after another without stopping.

Xuanji Shan noticed something was wrong with him, and started to wander around in his consciousness, muttering, "What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?"

"Ahh! I'm going to freeze to death too! If only Junior Master was here! He would kill you in seconds with a single fire!"

"This backlash is really ignorant! You originally practiced extremely cold ice spiritual power, but this backlash is also cold."

By the time it finished complaining, it was already shivering with cold. "Is this a good thing? It's making things worse."

Xiao Jingxuan curled up on the ground and breathed with great difficulty, "Do you want me to release your real body?"

Cold sweat broke out on his face. "You don't have to endure this bone-chilling cold with me."

"Forget it, forget it. Do you think I am an ordinary spiritual weapon? What can a mere cold air do to me?"

"Besides, aren't you afraid that I'll be picked up by someone with ulterior motives and used to threaten you?"

Xiao Jingxuan sneered and said, "I will tell them to just kill him. This fan is useless. It will only make them gossip all day long."

"Hmm? What do you know? These are all my shining merits. In your heart, is there nothing else besides these?"

For so many years, Xiao Jingxuan has been walking alone, going through wind and rain.

Most of the time, the Xuanji fan was indispensable in the mind, beside the ear, chirping and nagging to relieve boredom.

"Alright." Xiao Jingxuan bit his lower lip tightly and said calmly, "Stop talking. You're making me more upset."

The Xuanji fan then disappeared into the corner, no one knew where it was hiding, and its presence could not be seen in the spiritual consciousness.

Xiao Jingxuan's consciousness gradually became blurred. He turned over, letting the cold, bright moonlight shine on his cheeks, and he fainted from the pain.

The moonlight seemed to shine mercilessly, yet also seemed to be gazing down at him lovingly.

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The sky in the distance gradually brightened, as if someone had smeared a thin layer of pink on the pale blue sky, and countless golden lights were hidden beneath the pink.

The morning breeze blew gently, and crystal dewdrops fell on the grass, sparkling like silver.

Xiao Jingxuan was awakened by the extremely hot sun in southern Xinjiang. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was greeted by blinding light.

He was too lazy to move and just turned over casually, but his back was not a hard stone slab that hurt his bones.

Only then did he realize that he was not lying at the gate of the dilapidated temple, but in a haystack inside the temple.

Su Xingzhu was far away from him, making a fire in the corner, and looked at him cautiously.

Xiao Jingxuan turned over and sat up, with one hand on his knee, "Why are you making a fire?"

Su Xingzhu lost half of his momentum, but his tone of voice was not. "You are a god made of iron, and I am a mortal made of flesh."

"If you don't drink water, does that mean I, a mortal, don't need to drink water either?"

Xiao Jingxuan looked at the door, thinking that it was this man who dragged him in last night, and tried to soften his tone and expression.

"Don't set this place on fire, or you'll have to sleep on the street tonight, or in the deserted desert."

Su Xingzhu pursed her lips, imitated his words in a weird way, and then complained: "I should have known not to drag you in."

"You should be eaten and dismembered by those hungry wolves foraging for food."

He pounded his chest in regret, "It's all my fault for having a damn conscience."