Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

A thunderous roar exploded amid the buzzing tinnitus, "You stole my purse and are hiding here pretending to be dead?! Do you think I can't recognize you?!"

He was lying on the wooden table, but was knocked over by the kick in the chest. He felt dizzy and thought to himself, "You dare to kick me? Are you tired of living?"

A spoiled duck voice sounded above my head, "What are you all standing there for? Take care of him for me."

Feeling pain in his body, Xiao Jingxuan subconsciously hugged his head, his voice hoarse and stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

The first thought was: Chu... Chu Huaizhou...

Why does it hurt? ?

Isn't he already dead?

He was kicked twice so hard that he almost vomited blood. The loneliness, hatred, guilt and heartache pierced his chest so hard that he staggered to his feet.

"How dare you! Where did you come from, you brat? How dare you act wildly in front of me! Who gave you the courage?!"

After a while, Xiao Jingxuan's vision became clear: a dim little house, a line of stunned thugs, and several overturned tables and wooden benches.

Where is this?

Two sturdy men who looked like servants on the side saluted the man in Jinling silk in a panic, "Sir, it seems we beat the wrong man."

Another person echoed, "Yes, the one who stole your purse was also wearing dark black and purple clothes, but she looked like a woman with dishevelled hair."

"I know! Do I need to tell you?" The man who was called young master was too embarrassed to save face. He ran away in shame without saying a word of apology.

There is a counter, simple tables and chairs, and three or five people are calmly sipping tea. Xiao Jingxuan is very familiar with this place. It is a dessert shop at the foot of the mountain at Biluoyundian.

His master liked sweet and salty food, so he would often sneak down the mountain to buy some new sweets, hide them back to please Yun Huai, and think in his heart that he was the best person in the world.

Even now, it is still the same. However, the best person should be his junior uncle Chu Huaizhou.

Xiao Jingxuan had a gloomy expression, which frightened the waiter so much that he dared not approach him. His legs were shaking as he spoke, "Xiao, Master Xiao, your four-color candied crisps are ready."

According to my senior brother, the four-color sugar crisps are the master's favorite sweets. Xiao Jingxuan frowned, and his anger became even worse, "At this moment, there is no Luocha crisps?"

"Yes, yes. If you want it, Mr. Xiao, I'll go down and install it for you right away." The waiter nodded rapidly.

The waiter was also a familiar figure. He had received me ten times in the past half month. "Wait a minute, can you see me?"

The waiter was so frightened that his lips turned pale. "Xiao, Mr. Xiao, we can all see you, what are you laughing at?"

Xiao Jingxuan was stunned for a moment, "Go and give me all the Luocha pastries in the store."

"This……"

"Why, is there any problem? Don't worry, I can afford the money."

In a trance, he still thought that he was the Demon Lord who controlled half of the world in his previous life.

The waiter waved his hands repeatedly, "Mr. Xiao, you misunderstood. This Luocha pastry can only be eaten immediately after purchase and cannot be left overnight. You bought so much, I'm afraid..."

He didn't dare to say anything at all. Today, Young Master Xiao was talking nonsense, and his handsome face was cloudy for a moment and bright the next.

If Xiao Jingxuan remembered correctly, Chu Huaizhou liked Luocha Su the most. His thin red lips curled up and a smile appeared between his brows.

'This person is as delicate as a flower, even the food he likes is so delicate.'

His expression softened, and his voice softened unconsciously, "Then you can just pretend. It's enough for one person."

Xiao Jingxuan found a place to sit down, took a sip of hot tea, and listened to the conversation between two common people in rough cloth at the table in front of him. With every sip of warm tea he took, the unreality of his rebirth became less.

"I heard that in order to subdue the ghosts who died unjustly in Duanshe City, His Majesty Yun Huai was seriously injured..."

An old lady said, "Pah, you bastard, where did you hear that? It clearly said a great victory!"

Xiao Jingxuan drank a cup of hot tea and thought, "Duanshechengzhuang? That was his seventh year at Biluoyundian. He was nineteen years old."

The hot tea flowed into his stomach and he felt a warm current in his heart. He felt that he was really alive again. He was not possessed by a demon. No one was dead, not even Chu Huaizhou.

I didn't expect that even though he was such a wicked person, God would give him a second chance. God really treated him well!

"Sir, Mr. Xiao, your Luocha pastry and four-color sugar pastry are all decorated, a total of thirteen coins."

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On the way back to Biluo Yundian, Xiao Jingxuan figured it out. It was probably his soul that came back to this eighteen or nineteen-year-old body. Ancient books call it rebirth.

I wonder if the powerful and proud cultivation from the previous life has come back with him?

Xiao Jingxuan stopped his hurried steps and tried to practice breathing techniques. He immediately felt a surge of spiritual energy in his body, so strong and abundant that his body could hardly bear it.

It’s just that…Bi Luo’s technique is not pure, and is mixed with another more domineering spiritual power. No matter what, the cultivation from the previous life has also returned.

The night deepened at the foot of the mountain. Ox carts plowing the fields rolled past. On the small paths in the fields, almost no one paid attention to Xiao Jingxuan, who was dressed in ink.

When he returned to the top of the Azure Cloud Peak, he found something was wrong and grabbed an outer sect disciple and said, "Wait, where is the Phantom Light Palace? No, how do we get to the Phantom Light Palace?"

The disciple who was pulled back looked impatient, "What? Ghost Light Palace? Is there such a place here?"

Looking back, he saw the jade pendant on Xiao Jingxuan's waist, which symbolized his status. He bowed and saluted in one go, "Brother Xiao, there is no such place as the Palace of Dark Light."

Xiao Jingxuan's mind became even more confused. He frowned and shook his head, "Impossible, how could there be nothing?"

He wondered if he remembered it wrongly. After all, he had never cared about that old friend.

"Wait, my junior uncle, Lord Ningyou, where does he live?"

"Your Excellency Ningyou? Your Excellency Ningyou lives on the small mountain peak in the west, which is the Ningya Palace."

Xiao Jingxuan turned around and trotted off, his words of thanks drifting into the evening breeze.

The outer disciples looked at his running figure and murmured in confusion, "When did Master Ningyou become his junior uncle?"

The night grew darker, and the dark green figure on the small arch bridge was almost swallowed up by the darkness. He looked at the moon in the sky and paced slowly.

Xiao Jingxuan took two steps at a time, rushed forward and grabbed the man's sleeve, panting, his voice broken and trembling, "Chu Huai... Junior, Junior Uncle?"

Xuan Qing turned around, but it was not the face he had in mind. His chest seemed to be strangled by thousands of ropes. He lowered his head, "Uncle Master?"

Her ice-green eyes moved slightly, and she was confused. When had Chu Huaizhou ever worn such dark clothes?

"Xiao Jingxuan? It's so late, why are you coming to my Ningya Palace?"

A solemn and serious voice, fighting against the whistling cold wind, drilled into his ears, muttering, "You, your Ningya Palace? Are you Lord Ningyou?"

The solemn-looking man had a flash of surprise in his eyes, "Where did you hide to drink today? You couldn't even recognize people?"

Xiao Jingxuan was stunned on the arch bridge, his mind constantly echoing with the words left by his master, "Where is the Ghost Light Palace? Are you possessed? Go back to bed early."

Below the small bridge is a bottomless abyss, covered with layers of fog, like a fairyland. So, there is no Chu Huaizhou in this world of rebirth.

Xiao Jingxuan hardly hesitated for a moment, clenched the sweet pastry in his hand, and leaned his thin body towards the cliff.

"Chu Huaizhou, I'm here to look for you."

At the critical moment, someone grabbed his collar from behind and pulled him back, and said anxiously in a cold voice, "Traitor! Do you want to die?"

This voice is very familiar, and the refreshing scent of camellia wafts through my nose.