Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

The defensive barrier covering everyone with a hint of golden light gradually faded away, slowly dissipated, and finally returned to the vast universe.

Xiao Jingxuan was shocked and said: Not good! Looking up, the proud man in green was like a rootless leaf floating in the air, with no idea where he came from or where he was going.

"Junior Master Uncle? Junior Master Uncle?" Xiao Jingxuan stepped forward, stretched out his arms and gently caught him, but in the end he didn't dare to put his arm around his shoulders.

The sun, as if it had been swallowed by something, finally came out, shining on the bloody corpses all over the ground, as well as the blue and purple figures.

Chu Huaizhou's vision was blurred, his face was pale and bloodless, the wound on his palm was scabbed, his lips moved slightly and he let out a weak breath: "Evil disciple, don't shake, if you shake again you will die."

His voice was always very cold and indifferent, without too many ups and downs. Even at this critical moment of life and death, he remained unhurried and unhurried, which made him seem even more inhuman and he didn't care much about his own life.

As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, covering his face as white as snow. Xiao Jingxuan wanted to wipe it off, but the more he wiped, the more blood came out.

"Junior Master Uncle, Junior Master Uncle..." He gradually became panicked and raised his palm to input spiritual power into his chest.

He was caught off guard and spit out another mouthful of blood, staining the azure pattern on his chest red. Xiao Jingxuan then discovered that the two people's spiritual powers were actually somewhat repelling each other.

"It's okay." The old man, who was covered in blood and had a dishevelled face, stepped forward and took a closer look before saying, "It's just that his mental energy has been consumed too much. He will be fine after two days of sleep."

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Unknown trees and thorns stood oddly in front of the mountain hut. As the setting sun and breeze blew, a few dead leaves fluttered down and swayed in the air, flashing crimson and orange glow, adding a touch of life to this cold and lonely valley.

At the window beside the couch, a branch of a rustling crimson maple tree happened to poke out from outside. A fallen fiery red maple leaf landed lightly between Chu Huaizhou's flat hair, next to his fair and delicate ear.

Chu Huaizhou's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his sleepy eyes, still a little dazed. He put his hands on his eyes and saw the fiery maple leaf through his fingers.

And...the young boy who was sleeping soundly on the bed, I don’t know what sad dream he was having, he was sniffing from time to time.

Chu Huaizhou paused for a while, found a clean moon-white robe, dressed quietly, got out of bed, and draped a thin quilt over his shoulders.

There were slight noises coming from the kitchen, and wisps of smoke spreading across the sky. In the vast, empty and desolate mountains, there was only this ray of warm human presence.

"Awake?" An extremely slovenly old man stood in front of the stove, holding a wooden shovel and stirring the iron pot that was emitting white mist and hot steam.

"Yeah." Chu Huaizhou, still dressed in white and looking proud and cold, responded calmly, scooped a bucket of rainwater and washed his face.

The old man did not turn around. The food in the iron pot was already emitting fragrance. He said in a leisurely voice: "Huaizhou, you have a very good Taoist partner."

Chu Huaizhou tapped the wooden ladle in his hand gently against the edge of the stone vat, put it down, floated on the water, turned to him coldly, and said, "Nalan Murong."

Nalan Murong finally turned around, a stiff smile spread across his wrinkled and weathered face, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

"I have nothing to reminisce about. If you know the truth about the zombies in the village, stay and tell me. If not, come back with me to the top of the Azure Clouds to be tried."

"You are still so inhumane." Nalan Murong smiled coldly, and found a step to sit down and lie down casually, "What if I don't know?"

Chu Huaizhou glanced at him condescendingly and with disdain, and flicked his wide sleeves of his white shirt, intending to go into the house, "If you don't know, get out!"

"Come to think of it, it was you people from Biluo Yundian who caused them so much trouble." Nalan Murong took out a gourd-shaped wine jug from somewhere.

He pulled out the cork, took a deep breath of the wine, and then took two gulps. He smacked his lips and said, "This is really good wine. Huaizhou, would you like two sips?"

"No need." Chu Huaizhou walked back to stand beside him, "I don't want to drink, you continue..."

"Hey, hey," Xiao Jingxuan suddenly jumped out of the house and threw himself into Jiu Xiao Yunhua's arms, "Uncle, you finally woke up."

"You!..." Chu Huaizhou opened his eyes wide in shock. When he was about to raise his hand to push him away, Xiao Jingxuan took the initiative to let him go and was attracted by the smell of wine next to him.

Without saying a word, as if they were very familiar with each other, he took the wine pot from Nalan Murong's hand and drank two sips, praising him endlessly: "Just right, I'm so thirsty. Brother Murong, this is good wine!"

Chu Huaizhou looked at the brown wine jug and the black wine spout, frowned in dissatisfaction, pulled Xiao Jingxuan away, and said coldly: "If you are thirsty, go into the house and drink some water."

"Ah?" Xiao Jingxuan was stunned for a moment, returned the wine pot to Nalan Murong, and went into the house to pour tea. "Oh."

Seeing this, the old man who was half lying on the ground finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. Chu Huaizhou glared at him fiercely and said coldly: "What are you laughing at?!"

Nalan Murong swallowed a mouthful of liquor, and then he said freely and unrestrainedly like the wind: "I laugh at some people. Mountains have trees and trees have branches. I love you, not only you don't know it, I don't know it either."

"Shut up!" Chu Huaizhou shouted angrily, but his eyes seemed inadvertent. He glanced at the figure bending over to pour tea in the house, and saw that the tips of his ears, which were lightly covered by his hair, were a little red.

Xiao Jingxuan brought out two cups of tea. The grievance of not being allowed to drink just now was swept away, and he smiled obediently: "Little Master Uncle, drink some water too."

"Hey, kid?" Nalan Murong looked at his apprentice and nephew who were full of affection, and suddenly shouted maliciously, "Not mine?"

Xiao Jingxuan said, "Don't you have wine to drink? My junior master doesn't have any."

Nalan Murong laughed again, and Chu Huaizhou frowned and glared at him, "Speak of business, or I will throw you off this mountainside."

"Okay." Nalan Murong sighed, sat up, and a hint of sadness appeared on his face. "I'll tell you a boring story."

When Xiao Jingxuan heard that a story was going to be told, he immediately brought a stool next to the tea table with great interest, placed it behind Chu Huaizhou, and said, "Junior Master, sit down and listen."

Chu Huaizhou glanced at him coldly and sat down obediently.

Xiao Jingxuan half-closed his eyes, held his chin with both hands, and looked lazy. He seemed well-behaved and likable, but in fact, it was the inferiority complex engraved in his bones.

His parents died when he was very young. He loved to carry a small stool from home to the yard of the aunt next door, cover his mouth and eavesdrop on the teacher telling stories through the crack in the door.

But if others found out, they would accuse him of stealing knowledge and drag him out, and sometimes he would be severely beaten and kicked.

If you can smile sweetly and pitifully, wag your tail like a puppy and beg for mercy, they will be more gentle.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jingxuan smiled bitterly, put down his hands that were supporting his chin, put away his well-behaved and pleasing smile, and his eyes and expression turned cold.

Nalan Murong ignored the bench in front of him and continued to sit on the dusty ground, half leaning against the broken and mottled wall. "It was you immortals who killed the whole village."