Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

"Junior Master, are you a little cold?" Xiao Jingxuan, who was lying on the edge of the bed, felt the quilt covering him trembling slightly and couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay, it's not very cold." Chu Huaizhou had just finished saying this through gritted teeth when his body shivered uncontrollably, and even the wooden bed shook.

Xiao Jingxuan knew that he was thin-skinned but stubborn, so he opened a cold-proof magic circle and pretended to rub his hands, "My nephew, you feel a little cold too."

The powerful spiritual power maintained and supported the anti-cold formation, and the temperature rose quickly. In just a moment, Chu Huaizhou felt that his body was no longer so cold.

The curled up body gradually opened up a little, "Put away the cold-proof formation, and go down the mountain tomorrow. There are still many places to consume mana."

Xiao Jingxuan's lips moved slightly, wanting to say: "It's okay, this loss of spiritual power is nothing." After thinking for a moment,

For him who had become the Lord of the Demon Realm in his previous life, this was indeed just a drop in the bucket. But in this life, at this age when he was only capable of causing trouble, it would be very difficult and stressful for him to set up a cold-resistant formation for a whole night.

Otherwise, there will be flaws, and given Junior Master's cautious character, he will definitely become suspicious, and then be exposed.

"Yes, Junior Master." Xiao Jingxuan slowly clenched his fists and then retracted the anti-cold formation. After a while, the cold air came and dissipated the remaining warmth.

Xiao Jingxuan had thick skin and was used to suffering from hunger and cold, so he felt a slight chill brought by the eerie mountains and the strange cries of evil spirits and monsters.

The person curled up on the inside turned over very gently. Something touched and scratched his back, causing him to straighten his spine.

"Junior Master Uncle? Junior Master Uncle?!" Xiao Jingxuan called out twice in a row, but Chu Huaizhou just stammered a few times, his chest heaving slightly.

Xiao Jingxuan carefully lay down, slowly lowered his arms that were folded behind his head, and curled them into the quilt, letting them hang naturally on both sides of his body.

She tilted her head slightly to glance at Chu Huaizhou's cheek, which was half hidden in the pillow. His hands were resting on the sides of his face. He seemed to be sleeping unsteadily. His eyelashes did not tremble, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

He probably felt the heat radiating from Xiao Jingxuan's body, and he curled up from time to time, instinctively moving closer to the source of warmth, with his forehead resting on Xiao Jingxuan's round shoulders.

The latter was staring at the top of the mosquito net, feeling drowsy in a daze. Chu Huaizhou bumped into him lightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and all sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

"Junior...Junior Master?" He called in a low voice, his voice as soft as a mosquito's. He turned his head with a stiff neck, and Chu Huaizhou's hair just brushed across his chin.

There was a tingling sensation, as if a soft feather was scratching my heart, which caused a tingling sensation and then spread out like ripples on water.

After confirming that Chu Huaizhou was asleep, Xiao Jingxuan mustered up the courage to turn around and lie face to face with him, stretching out his hand and covering his knuckles.

The pale blue light of the firefly flashes faintly in the dark night.

Xiao Jingxuan had a very bad sleep. In his deep sleep, he could not tell what day it was, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

It was as if the curses of thousands of people in his previous life were ringing in his ears, buzzing non-stop; it was also as if the evil spirits who had died under his sword were demanding their souls, their shrill, piercing cries making him unable to rest in peace.

The heart-wrenching pain of having one's spiritual eyes gouged out and one's soul core peeled off alive, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at one's heart, seemed to be replaying in one's mind. It seemed as if all the passion in one's blood had drained out, and one's whole body was cold, as if walking in an ice cellar.

The tip of his nose was filled with the pure camellia scent that cleansed his mind and soul. The chaotic emotions and the soul that had been tossing and turning between two time and space finally settled down. Xiao Jingxuan's breathing gradually became even and long, and he fell into a deeper but warm dream.

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Chu Huaizhou's eyebrows twitched slightly, his eyelashes fluttered, he slowly woke up and opened his eyes.

There was a trace of sleepiness in his light purple eyes, his three thousand black hairs were pressed on the white pillow in a somewhat messy manner, and there was a layer of contentment between his brows. He slept very well.

He didn't know when he fell asleep last night. In the past two days in the mountains, he was always woken up by the cold in the middle of the night, and since then he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

After a long time, he opened his eyes again, and his hazy consciousness became much clearer. Just as he was about to turn over and get up from the bed, his hand that lifted the quilt froze -

The fingertips of the left hand hidden under the thin blanket were lightly covered by the person lying on the outside, and a faint blue light flashed between the touching fingers.

No wonder, no wonder he could sleep so comfortably. ...It was Xiao Jingxuan who touched his fingertips and slowly transferred spiritual energy to him for the whole night! !

Chu Huaizhou was so shocked that he subconsciously retracted his hand. His cheeks, which were originally slightly red from the warmth, turned pale in an instant. His fingers curled up unconsciously, and the hand that had been clenched all night still had some warmth left.

The noise he made was quite loud and woke up Xiao Jingxuan. It was just right because he slept on the inside last night. If Xiao Jingxuan didn't get up, it would be even more inconvenient for him to get out of bed now.

But the young man just yawned lazily, his smooth white cheeks flushed with sleep, and without even opening his eyes, he said in a daze: "Daoyou...what's your name? Thank you very much...for saving me from this dire situation."

When asked his name, Chu Huaizhou said, "…………" He frowned slightly in confusion: What kind of nonsense are you talking about in your sleep? !

Chu Huaizhou was planning to go down the bed from the foot of the bed. He half-knelt on the bed and just moved his knees slightly. Before he could take two steps, his ankle was grabbed by someone who was half awake and half asleep.

He fell unexpectedly, and although it didn't hurt much, he was extremely embarrassed and angry. Immortal Yunlan couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to push the person who was holding his feet tightly to wake up.

The hand that had just been extended was grabbed again. Xiao Jingxuan calmly exerted force and held it tighter, "You are... you are my junior uncle? You are... Chu Huaizhou? I never thought... that it would be you in the end..."

Chu Huaizhou: "…………" Then who else could I be? He passively bent his hands, and before he could react, his slightly cool fingers had already touched Xiao Jingxuan's warm face.

Xiao Jingxuan's heavy and even breathing sprayed regularly between his fingers. A moment later, she kissed the palm of his hand, her eyelashes brushing against his knuckles.

The place that was touched felt like it was on fire, and the fire spread all the way up along the blood vessels and burned to the tip of the ear. He was shocked to the point of losing consciousness and becoming stiff.

In the early morning, the singing of birds in the mountains, the rustling of dead leaves in the wind, the shouting of farmers, and the mooing of cows and sheep all faded away and everything returned to silence.

After his hand was released, Chu Huaizhou did not move for a long while. He huddled in the corner of the bed in embarrassment, and his still hot and slender ten fingers gripped the quilt tightly, wrinkling it into a ball.

The winter sun shone through the window beside the couch and onto Xiao Jingxuan's face. It was so sunny that he was awakened by the sunlight which was still as powerful as ever.

Opening his sleepy eyes, Xiao Jingxuan looked at the sun for a moment with a bit of displeasure, and had the urge to pull it off the ground and stomp it to pieces.

The inside of the quilt was bulging into a ball, and the junior master's head was even tucked into it. Xiao Jingxuan thought it was a bit cute, so he didn't call anyone, but just stood up.

When I went out and looked down the mountain, I saw a group of farmers working hard to cultivate weeds, as well as disciples from the sect wearing light blue Taoist robes.

!!! What's going on? ? That person seems to be a disciple of Xuanqing Sect? How did he come here?

Without saying anything, Xiao Jingxuan turned around and went into the house. Seeing that people had stood up, he shouted, "Little Master Uncle, Little Master Uncle, something bad has happened!"

Chu Huaizhou, who was sitting beside the bed with an unfathomable face and a cold and indifferent expression, did not even lift his eyelids and said indifferently: "Why are you so panicked?"