Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan picked it up without hesitation, tested it with his lips casually, and after confirming that there were no other ingredients, he drank it all in one gulp.

He opened his eyes coldly and looked towards the pile of junk at the corner of the ruined temple. Su Xingzhu was squatting in the mess.

Seeing him looking at her, she immediately looked away from him and raised her hand to fan away the flying insects in the air.

He said stubbornly, "What are you looking at? Who do you think wants to give a drink to a bandit kidnapper like you?"

"If I hadn't been so narrow-minded, I would have gotten too much water and there would be no cats or dogs. It would be a pity to throw it away."

Xiao Jingxuan retracted his gaze, straightened his wrinkled robe, and then stood up.

"The magic circle in the temple will automatically be lifted in two days, and you will be free then."

He had his back to Su Xingzhu, his head slightly tilted, but his eyes did not turn around, and spoke indifferently.

"If you are willing to listen to my advice, don't look for Xue Yinghuai again after you get out. Leave him and run as far away as you can."

Su Xingzhu complained unconvincedly: "I think it's better to stay away from a terrorist like you, right?"

Xiao Jingxuan said indifferently and leisurely: "That's all I have to say. You can do whatever you want."

"Hey! Wait a minute. After these two conversations, I feel like you're very familiar to me. Have we met before?"

Xiao Jingxuan raised the corners of his mouth sinisterly, a sharp coldness slowly emerged in his eyes, and he pondered secretly in his heart.

"Puppetry again? Using puppetry to erase his memory? Why would they keep such a useless person around?"

'Is he and Xue Yinghuai a Taoist couple? Then why does he treat him like this?'

"But seeing that this person is immersed in blind love, I'm afraid he won't be willing to cooperate with him in breaking away from the puppetry."

"I have met so many different kinds of people in pursuit of one person. It has been so long that I can't remember clearly."

After saying this, Xiao Jingxuan left without looking back.

There may be many people in this world who are controlled by Yu Huai's puppet threads, and it is impossible for him to kill them one by one.

The best way is to grind Yu Huai into ashes, so that his soul will disappear into thin air, and the puppet spell will be automatically lifted.

-

As the wedding date approaches, the palace of the Southern Xinjiang King is decorated with lights and is filled with joy, and the guards are becoming increasingly strict.

The maids in the palace were busy doing their work while gossiping in a low voice, "How many concubines has Prince Han Yunda married?"

"I don't know either. I just took advantage of the fact that the princess is on a tour and not in the palace, so I just did my best to deal with it."

"Yes, I heard it's another Central Plains man this time."

"He is still the famous musician in Zuiyu Tower, who can charm everyone with just one tune! But he never smiles."

A servant came closer, touched his chin and said with a smile: "It's just that he plays the zither well. If he is ugly, will the prince still like him?"

Xiao Jingxuan, standing on a hidden palace wall not far away, listened to the gossip calmly.

He pulled the corners of his mouth, but his face was full of madness, and his slightly red eyes were filled with extreme paranoid hatred.

Is the person he held in his hands and pursued for so many years going to be a concubine of your crappy royal palace?

He rubbed his back teeth. Damn it, he really wanted to kill these gossiping bastards.

While everyone was busy in the East Garden and going to the West Wing to paste the double happiness characters, Xiao Jingxuan changed into a servant's robe and mingled with the crowd.

-

Perhaps because he was meeting his beloved again, Chu Huaizhou slept very soundly.

When I just woke up and opened my eyes, the sun had already jumped onto the doors and windows, reflecting a warm orange light through the hazy window paper.

He could smell the mixed fragrance of morning dew and soil, and hear the crisp chirping of birds and insects.

No one came to disturb him today, urging him to wash and change his clothes, and go to that room to play the piano and music for the guests.

Not having to be forced to do anything you don’t want to do, this is what it feels like when your life is not held in the hands of others.

He didn't say anything, but deep down he was looking forward to meeting Xiao Jingxuan in three days.

But the more things you look forward to, the more the days seem like years.

The climate in southern Xinjiang is mild. Chu Huaizhou was wearing a thin gauze, through which one could faintly see the lining, as well as the collarbone and half of his chest at the open neckline.

He lay leisurely on the tea table, fiddling and turning the overturned teacup with his fingertips, his eyes staring elsewhere.

Time has passed, Xiao Jingxuan should have seen it, right? I was too anxious yesterday and didn't take a good look at his wrist.

Did he always wear that lock of black hair and that headband?

If he is really as careless as Yu Huai said, and didn't notice the passage of time, should I tell him again?

Chu Huaizhou was hesitating and struggling in his heart. His fair fingers, shining in the sunlight, were entangled with a strand of jet-black hair.

He glanced sideways and it was just a strand of hair. If he really didn't notice it, he could just cut another strand for him.

Taking a headband or asking someone to make a new clay sculpture are not difficult tasks.

He pointed foolishly at the white porcelain teacup with broken blue patterns lying innocently on the table and said -

"If you face it right side up, it means Xiao Jingxuan is sincere to me, and I should give him my black hair. Otherwise, I won't give it to him."

Without saying a word, he picked up the unfortunate teacup in his hand and tossed it up.

Unexpectedly, the aim was not good, and when it fell, it hit the edge of the table and fell to the ground and broke into porcelain pieces.

Chu Huaizhou's eyebrows twitched suddenly, as if he was trapped in a nightmare and was suddenly awakened.

He slapped himself on the forehead and rubbed his face, "Fuck, what am I doing?"

He shook his head and kicked the pile of white porcelain fragments under the table, leaving them vaguely covered by the tablecloth.

"Chu Huaizhou, you are really crazy today." He kept cursing himself.

He stumbled towards the bed in a panic, picked up the quilt and got in, "Sleep, sleep, don't think about it."

"What is supposed to come will eventually come. Xiao Jingxuan is not the kind of person who is afraid of death. It will definitely, maybe, probably, come."

Chu Huaizhou lay on the bed, stretched out his hands, spread out his five fingers, and let the sunlight coming in from the window pass through his fingers.

He muttered to himself some things that he didn't care about very much, and fell asleep in less than half an incense stick of time.

Ever since his spiritual power was exhausted and his cultivation was gone, his body and mind were no different from those of an ordinary person.

Even due to loss of appetite, unbalanced nutrition and other reasons, their mental and physical condition may be worse than that of ordinary people.

Now I really cough every five steps and pant every three steps. If I walk more than ten steps, I have to stop and rest.

A man was depressed in this room, and another abnormal thing was that he was unusually sleepy.

The hair on Chu Huaizhou's forehead was sparse and messy, revealing a hint of fatigue, and he looked a little less sharp than usual.

Her eyelids were thin, blue in color, covering her pupils, and her thick eyelashes covered them. She was curled up in the quilt, and her fair face was unusually peaceful.

-

The three-day deadline has come as promised.

When Prince Han Yunda's wedding procession arrived at Zuiyu Tower, Chu Huaizhou reluctantly climbed out of the bathtub filled with bright red petals and soap nuts.

The servant stood behind the screen and urged, "Sir, if you don't hurry up, the palace will be waiting anxiously."

"If I delay the auspicious time, my head will be chopped off by the Hanyunda Palace."

Chu Huaizhou reached out and put on a red veil, then walked out from behind the screen, nodded, and waved.

It means: "I understand. Call someone to do the makeup."

When the door opened, the first person to come in was not the maid, but the excited Xue Yinghuai.

He was smiling so happily that if you didn't know him, you would think he was the one getting married.

"Yunlan, how do you feel?"

Chu Huaizhou didn't like to pay attention to people. He kept fastening his waist belt without blinking his eyelashes and ignored him.

Xue Yinghuai patted his forehead and said, "Look at my memory. You can't hear the sound, and you can't speak."

"Hahaha, Your Excellency Yunlan, who is obviously not as good as me in cultivation but always outdoes me in everything, has come to this day?"

"Hahaha, so refreshing, so refreshing! Thinking about the high and mighty Yunlan Immortal Venerable about to commit herself to a man, I can't help but laugh."

Chu Huaizhou endured it again and again, not taking it to heart at all, just thinking of it as a dog barking in his ear. When he heard the last sentence, he finally couldn't hold back.

While putting on his outer robe, he raised his arms backwards and hit Xue Yinghuai's nose and eyes hard with his elbows.

"Ah——" He wailed, blood slowly flowing from his nostrils and dripping onto the ground.

He covered his nose, which was bleeding profusely, with both hands and shouted loudly, "It hurts so much!"

Chu Huaizhou pretended not to know, his eyes opened wide and his lips opened a little.

He reached out his hand hypocritically, supported Xue Yinghuai's shoulder, tilted his head with a puzzled look, and said with his lips: "What's wrong with you? Why is your nose bleeding?"

When he asked this, Xue Yinghuai felt embarrassed to tell the truth and waved his hands, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Xue Yinghuai came in and demonstrated what it meant to fail to steal a chicken and get beaten up instead. He covered his nose angrily, walked with the wind, and fled in panic.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you go in and make him up and put on the crown? Are you able to bear the consequences of delaying the good deeds of the Hanyunda Palace?"

The maids held trays in their hands, on which were intricate and exquisite crowns and finely embroidered shawls.

Chu Huaizhou didn't have the heart to look. He sat in front of the mirror in a daze, looking at his old face.

He thought: "If I continue to dress and put on makeup like this, I won't be able to catch up with the past, right? Will Xiao Jingxuan still like it?"

When coming down from Zuiyu Tower, although Chu Huaizhou's head was covered with a red veil that blocked out the light, he could still feel the warmth of the sun.

"Wow! Is this the musician playing music behind the screen? Her figure is so slender and graceful!"

Chu Huaizhou turned a deaf ear to him. When he was about to go down the stairs, he paused and took a deep breath.

Will Xiao Jingxuan come?

He lowered his eyes and saw a bony hand reaching out from under the red veil. The fingers were long but not thin, the palm was broad, and the lines on the palm were clear.

Judging from his palms alone, Prince Han Yunda of Southern Xinjiang might be a handsome man.

But in the end, Chu Huaizhou couldn't be moved. It had to be someone other than that person.

Chu Huaizhou was stunned for a moment, then he opened his eyes, picked up the heavy hem of his clothes with both hands, and walked down.

When entering the sedan chair, she again held up one hand and put it under the veil, trying to ask him to put his hand there.

This time Chu Huaizhou did not stop. He pretended not to see it, walked straight over and pushed the hand away.

The man smiled helplessly, his hands shrank and stretched out at a loss, and finally lifted the curtain of the sedan chair.

He had no choice but to retract his hand that was about to lift the curtain of the sedan chair and rolled his eyes in an indecent and rude manner, thinking he was being too sentimental.

Chu Huaizhou bent over and sat in the sedan chair. The cushion was covered with the finest mink fur, so even if the sedan chair shook, he would not feel uncomfortable.

He reached out and rubbed it, thinking: This feeling is similar to the stone chair that Xiao Jingxuan arranged in the Fuguang Hall.

The hand reaching under the veil appeared in my mind unconsciously, and it seemed a little familiar.

Is it an illusion?

Without time to think about it, Chu Huaizhou only felt his body suddenly sinking down, and a loud shout was heard outside.

"Lift the sedan chair - welcome the new bride back to the palace -" followed by deafening cheers, and suona and other musical instruments sounded together.

When the wind penetrated the curtain of the sedan chair and slightly lifted his veil, he saw Yu Huai, who was walking with Yun Handa to the palace with a smile on his face.

Chu Huaizhou took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Even so, Xiao Jingxuan would still come.