Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou sighed imperceptibly in an unnoticed corner, and stood up to use the sound transmission technique to call the Pavilion Master to come and deal with it.

He is about to quit and I can't do anything about it.

Xiao Jingxuan, who had been standing silently beside him, thinking that he wanted to see him make a fool of himself, suddenly showed his full aura, shocking everyone around him into silence.

A sonorous, firm and stubborn voice said: "I said I have no objection. My nephew Xiao Jingxuan will obey the arrangements of Master Yunlan and is willing to accept the punishment."

After Xiao Jingxuan's words came out like an oath, no one said anything more, and no one questioned whether the punishment imposed by Immortal Yunlan was inappropriate.

Ye Cijing looked at him in disbelief: In the past, when he made mistakes and heard that he would be punished, Senior Brother Xiao would never admit it and would find ways to clear himself of the blame.

It’s not that the punishment was too severe, but mainly because all the disciples felt that being punished would be very embarrassing, and they couldn’t hold their heads up in front of their mortal enemy.

What medicine did you take wrong today? Why are you so eager to accept the punishment?

A trickle of blood from Xiao Jingxuan's lower abdomen flowed out from between his fingers. Chu Huaizhou looked cold, lowered his eyelashes, and cast a hemostatic spell from a distance.

Although he did something very gentle, his voice was cold and without any warmth. "Then the two of you should go to the Discipline Hall on your own."

After nightfall, Xiao Jingxuan asked Ye Cijing to help him onto the Mengxian coffin, while Ruan Xiangwan was a spoiled young man, so he was carried back on a stretcher.

Ye Cijing complained all the way: "Your Majesty Yunlan's punishment was too harsh. It was just a fight, there's no need to whip him. A caning would be enough."

Just by listening, one might think that caning is more severe than flogging. After all, one is a board wider than the palm, and the other is a slender and soft whip.

Caning is just a few ordinary beatings with a stick, but flogging is much more than just a few ordinary beatings with a stick.

To whip, the messenger of discipline needs to inject spiritual power into the whip, and then whip the punished person. The pain is not only in the flesh and blood, but also in the bone marrow and soul.

"It was my fault first." Xiao Jingxuan said coldly without even raising his eyes: "Just send it here, you can go back first."

"Can you do it?" Ye Cijing hesitated, met his eyes, and shuddered, "Okay... okay, I'll go down first, if you need anything, send me a message."

Xiao Jingxuan leaned on the door frame, sorted out his expression, blinked his eyes, sniffed, and pushed the door open with tears in his eyes.

There was no light in the room, but there was a person sitting in front of the tea table. His snow-white, blue robe fluttered in the moonlight, but his figure and face were even more dazzling and cold than the moonlight that came in through the window.

He pretended not to know, raised his finger and pointed, and the candle on the table was suddenly lit, illuminating the face of the person in front of the table.

Xiao Jingxuan was stunned and asked, "Uncle Junior Master? Why are you here?"

Chu Huaizhou stood up, frowning slightly, the frost in his eyes melted a little, and he said uncomfortably: "Let me see..."

In the broad, dry palm stretched out in front of him lay a small white porcelain medicine bottle, the kind that was most effective and least painful.

Xiao Jingxuan half-closed his eyes, the dim candlelight combined with his soft, curled eyelashes concealed the smile deep in his eyes.

Chu Huaizhou didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask why and just took it on without saying a word.

Xiao Jingxuan had no intention of hiding it. He straightened his back, walked slowly to the couch and sat down, then lowered his head to unbutton his collar which was stained with blood.

A red sword wound pierced the side of the waist, and against the backdrop of the black and purple clothes and the fair skin, it was as bright and dazzling as a red plum covered with snow.

It just looked ferocious and scary, with a lot of blood flowing, but the wound was actually not that deep.

He dipped his fingertips into some clear ointment and applied it carefully to the wound. The cool touch did not bring any extra pain, but instead soothed the burning wound.

Xiao Jingxuan looked at the lonely and cold figure in moon-white standing in front of the window, stubbornly refusing to leave but too embarrassed to approach. Her back was facing him.

"Uncle Junior, can you help me? I can't reach the wound on my back."

"Where's Ye Cijing? He didn't come back with us? Why didn't you send a message to ask him to come up?"

Xiao Jingxuan started to lie: "He was very sleepy and went back to his room early to clean up. He must have fallen asleep now. Even thunder and sound transmission can't wake him up."

He turned his head and smiled, with deep dimples on the corners of his mouth, and his tone was tinged with coquettishness, "Little Master, can you help me apply some medicine?"

Chu Huaizhou then turned around and responded with a low "hmm." He raised his eyes to see his back which was covered with numerous whip marks, and the bones were visible.

In the deep, quiet and unknown night, his usually cold and expressionless face revealed emotions of tenderness, compassion and heartache.

Wherever his slender, white fingers touched, there was a slight burning and cool sensation. Although the pain was not severe, he lay on the bed and deliberately sniffed hard.

"Does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, don't cry, I'll be gentler" and other such coaxing words, Yunlan Xianzun, who is very thin-skinned, can't say them.

"Are you blaming me for punishing you too harshly?" Chu Huaizhou's cold voice was stiffly gentle, and his fingertips covered with ointment paused in mid-air.

Xiao Jingxuan lifted himself up from the quilt, and finally squeezed out a few tears to moisten his eyes, "I, I have never resented Junior Master Uncle."

"It is true that what I did today was wrong. Not only did I suffer minor injuries, but I also made such a big mistake, which almost cost Junior Brother Ruan his life. Thinking about it now, I am still afraid."

He was scared...bullshit!

In his previous life, he had slaughtered half of the human world and was feared by everyone. But he was a demon lord who could stop children from crying at night, so he would not be scared to death by killing someone who deserved to be put to death.

Thinking about the evil things Ruan Xiangwan had done in his previous life, he wanted to skin him alive, drink his blood, pick out his bones, and use his skull as a wine glass!

He covered his mouth and nose with the bed sheets, and his voice was muffled, as if covered by a thick layer of fog. He looked as aggrieved and pitiful as possible.

Chu Huaizhou's hands became lighter. The cool night breeze passed through the window, and the faint candlelight jumped twice. The orange-yellow flame fell into his warm and gentle eyes.

"You have reason to resent me. After all, I punished you too harshly this time." His voice was as small as a fly, as if he was apologizing awkwardly, or blaming himself.

Looking at the whip wounds that were too deep to stop the bleeding, with the white bones hidden among the bright red flesh and blood, he felt pain even just by looking at them, and couldn't help frowning.

Xiao Jingxuan's eyes accidentally glanced at the person who was sitting upright on the edge of the bed. His eyes revealed the tenderness in the candlelight, and his heart was slightly moved.

He raised his hand, narrowed his eyes and said obediently: "I really don't mean to blame my junior uncle. I swear, I will never do such a mess again in the future."

Chu Huaizhou was silent for a long time, the frost and alienation in his eyes condensed again, he lowered his silent eyes and said coldly: "I have heard you swear and curse thousands of times, which one of them counted?"

Xiao Jingxuan took a long time to find his voice, "This time it is absolutely true! It definitely counts. Every word I say to Junior Master Uncle comes from the bottom of my heart."

He struggled to get halfway up, supporting his upper body with his arms, his arm muscles tense, with smooth lines and faint bulges.

The two looked at each other for a moment. Chu Huaizhou's ears were slightly red as he pushed him back: "Lie down well. There is one last wound that needs to be medicated."

The air became quiet, and the person behind him suddenly whispered, "I'll trust you for once."