Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

"No...no." Xiao Jingxuan hugged him and shook his head, his emotions on the verge of collapse.

Tears were streaming down her face, she was choking and couldn't speak, "Junior Master... don't... don't leave me again..."

Chu Huaizhou pinched the back of his neck soothingly, his eyes becoming lighter, "Xiao Jingxuan, it's okay."

"There is nothing to be afraid of when dying, especially when I die for you. I am not sad but honored."

His eyes, reflected by his tears, seemed even sadder and more distant, as if he was deeply troubled by endless pain.

"Master Junior, why do you always choose me like this?"

Tears welled up in her eyes and poured down like a waterfall, wetting the skin on her cheeks.

"You're really driving me crazy. Why does it always end like this?"

"I clearly... I clearly have become so powerful. I have practiced very hard, but I still can't protect you."

"Junior Master." Xiao Jingxuan put his head on his neck and cried miserably, his tears like a faucet that could not be turned off.

Chu Huaizhou's eyes were tear-stained, but his face didn't show excessive sadness, but more of peace and relief.

"In this life, I am content to be able to stand by your side, even though the ending is still so shabby."

"Xiao Jingxuan, you must live well. Life is precious, don't seek death for anyone."

Chu Huaizhou's voice still sounded cold and steady, without any trace of trembling or fear of death.

Slowly, Xiao Jingxuan could no longer get his response, nor could he hear his breathing. In the vast sky and earth, there was only the howling wind and snow.

"Little Master?" He shook the person who was half lying in his arms, but there was no movement. He murmured to himself, "She's still cute even when she's asleep."

It was the coldest time of the year, the weather was freezing, all the trees were withered, and the north wind was as cold as a knife, cutting the skin painfully.

The weeds on the roadside were knee-high. Xiao Jingxuan saw nothing but desolation. There was no focus in his vision and he didn't know where he was looking.

The major immortal sects were packing up this desolate battle situation, pulling and supporting each other, and preparing to leave with their arms around each other.

Yun Huai, feeling ashamed, slowly walked to Xiao Jingxuan's side and asked, "Will you go back to Biluo Yunding with us?"

There were tears gathering in the corners of Xiao Jingxuan's eyes, and dried tear marks on both sides of his cheeks, making him look like a broken rag doll.

The person in his arms had his eyes quietly closed, his hair slightly disheveled, his face stained with blood, his lips pale, and he was completely lifeless.

Xiao Jingxuan seemed to have lost all vitality, like a withered old tree.

Yun Huai waited for a long time, until almost everyone on the Kunwu snowfield had left.

Xiao Jingxuan carefully and absentmindedly held Chu Huaizhou in his arms and stood up in the raging snowstorm.

"No."

He bowed slightly to Yun Huai, "Take care, Master."

"My disciple and Junior Master have other commitments that have not yet been fulfilled. I want to do it. I hope Master will allow it."

His eyes were empty and lifeless, with no focus, as if he was looking at Yun Huai, but in fact his eyes were empty.

At this point, Yun Huai had no choice but to purse his lips and nod in agreement.

"You... live well and live with Yunlan. This is more important than anything else."

Xiao Jingxuan's eyes had been wandering all the time, and only when he heard the word 'Yunlan' did they become bright and spirited.

Xiao Jingxuan forced a smile, pulling up the corners of his mouth stiffly, revealing a very awkward and ugly smile.

"Master, don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."

"My worthless life was bought by Junior Uncle at his own expense twice."

"Even if I hate myself to the extreme, even if I dislike myself to the extreme, I will still live well for him."

"Master, Pavilion Master, even if we are destined to meet again in the future, I hope we won't meet again."

Xiao Jingxuan was in a low mood. He nodded to the two elders, then turned around and left while holding Chu Huaizhou.

The dark purple figure went farther and farther away, and became a tiny dot in the snow-covered world.

Shallow footprints were left on the white snow, but they were soon completely covered by the wind and snow.

It wiped out the last trace of their existence in this space and time.

"Master, I...we..." Yun Huai seemed unable to control his expression and emotions.

He had barely uttered two words when he lowered his head, covered his face, and began to sob softly.

"Alright." Yu Changfeng patted his back, "Let's go back. No one can live for him."

Relying on the few memories from his previous life, Xiao Jingxuan found the bamboo forest with moist soil.

This land seemed to be constantly nourished by rain, and the air was filled with a very damp smell.

The only difference was that Xiao Jingxuan carried Chu Huaizhou in the bamboo forest for a long time and many times, but still couldn't find the small wooden house where he lived before his rebirth.

"Master Junior, do you think we have come to the wrong place? Why can't I find the room we were in before?"

Xiao Jingxuan's gaze fell on his pale face, and his tone of questioning was serious and persistent, as if he had to wait for an answer from him.

"Ah, Junior Master said I'm stupid again, right?"

He scratched his head innocently, and put his arm around the man's shoulders, "I always do this."

"Then I'll trouble you, Junior Master, to remind me more and give me more guidance in the future."

"It's just a current problem. We don't seem to have a place to live. The wooden house that was built here in the last life."

"Did Junior Master build it himself? Then why don't I build one this time?"

"Then Junior Master may have to wait for me for a while, but I will try my best to get it done quickly."

Xiao Jingxuan was like a paranoid madman, talking to himself gently, with a sad smile between his eyebrows.

He took off his outer robe and spread it out under a huge locust tree with lush branches and leaves.

Then she carefully and gently put Chu Huaizhou on it and placed his hands on her lower abdomen.

She raised her hand and lifted the corner of his forehead, pushing aside the hair sticky with blood, revealing that cold and distinguished face.

"Master Junior's hair seems dirty. You loved cleanliness when you were alive, so you will definitely not be able to stand this."

He suddenly lowered his head, as if listening to Chu Huaizhou's words, as if listening to his weak breathing.

It’s a pity that the wings of his nose didn’t flare slightly, and his lips didn’t open or close, but remained tightly pursed in a straight line.

"Yes, yes, I know everything. Don't worry, Junior Master, I will definitely clean it up for you."

He stroked his slightly cool skin with his palm and waited for a while, then Xiao Jinghuai looked around again.

"The environment here is so good, so quiet, isolated from the world, and uncontaminated by the mundane world. No wonder Junior Master Uncle likes it so much."

"Since Junior Master Uncle said he likes it, then we can live here together from now on, okay?"

Xiao Jingxuan smiled and said, "If Junior Master Uncle says it's good, then that's great. I'll go cut bamboo and build a house now."

He put his hand before his brow and looked at the setting sun and the gorgeous rainbow after the rain.

"Don't worry, Junior Master, I will definitely finish it before the sun sets. I'm very fast now."

Xiao Jingxuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, "Junior Master is such a precious person to me, I can't bear to let you live in the open air."

……

The wind and snow on the Kunwu snowfield are still drifting coldly, the four seasons are still changing, and the human dynasty falls and is rebuilt.

The streets are still bustling, the capital is still full of singing and dancing, and people live in abundance and stability.

No one went back to care about what happened on the Kunwu snow, and no one went to commemorate the dead.

They all live for the dead in their own way, even if their lives are rotten in the mud.