Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

A wound so deep that the bone could be seen was so painful that even if one just looked at it from a distance, it was chilling and painful.

Xiao Jingxuan couldn't forget how he got this injury. He was courting death and ended up hurting others like this! When applying the medicine, he was very gentle.

"The doctor said that this medicine is very effective. It will form a scab and prevent the flesh from decaying in less than three hours after it is applied to the wound. It will be a little painful though, so please bear with it, Junior Master."

As he spoke, he held the small white porcelain bottle and shook the powder onto the wound, trying to spread it evenly on every hole.

The needle-like pain made him groan involuntarily, frowned, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to reach out and scratch it.

Xiao Jingxuan quickly grabbed it and said, "Don't scratch it, it won't hurt in a while. Let it air out first before I wrap you with gauze."

The hand wrapped in his palm was slender, smooth, soft as if boneless, and felt great to the touch. There were calluses on the knuckles and phalanges, but they were very thin and did not hurt the hand, which was very different from his hands that were worn out by rough work.

After Chu Huaizhou endured the stinging pain from his bones falling, or perhaps after he got used to the pain, his round fingertips curled up and scratched his palms.

Puzzled, he asked, "Why not bandage it now?"

"The doctor said that this can relieve some of the pain and speed up the healing of the wound." Xiao Jingxuan noticed his slight struggle and quickly let go of his hand.

"Nonsense." Chu Huaizhou uttered this in a low voice in panic, turned his head away and turned his face to the inside of the bed curtain.

The two of them sat side by side for half a minute. Xiao Jingxuan's lips moved slightly, and he asked unconsciously: "Uncle Master, does it hurt?"

Chu Huaizhou closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. His eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. He trembled pitifully and said lightly: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt too much."

Pus was flowing between the bright red flesh and blood. The white medicine powder sprinkled on it gradually dissolved in the blood, and tiny bubbles appeared in some places.

"It's almost time, Junior Master, shall I wrap you in medicated gauze?"

He originally wanted to refuse, saying that he could wrap it well with one hand, but Xiao Jingxuan's hand had already touched him lightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

Chu Huaizhou's arms were very cold, but Xiao Jingxuan's fingertips were warm. He felt dry in his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

So, Yunlan Immortal Venerable, who was as cold as the waning moon in the sky, only moved his pale lips slightly and panted: "You, you move faster."

Xiao Jingxuan couldn't help but think of the small sketchbooks, those not-so-serious picture albums that Ye Cijing had stuffed into his hands, and his heart gradually warmed up.

After suppressing his clamor, he asked, "Did I hurt you?" He unconsciously lowered his breathing and voice: "I'll be gentler."

"You..." Chu Huaizhou's earlobes suddenly turned red when he heard this. He had a lot of random thoughts and wanted to retort coldly, but he didn't know how to respond.

"Me? What's wrong with me, Junior Master?" Xiao Jingxuan blinked innocently and asked sincerely.

The candle flame in the guest room flickered and crackled, illuminating his dark and light cheeks in the dim light, making him look even more aggressive.

Chu Huaizhou was so angry that he frowned and glanced at him with a sidelong glance. His expression became even colder and harder, and he said dryly: "Don't talk."

Xiao Jingxuan was really obedient. He didn't say another word and didn't even dare to breathe. He wrapped a thick bandage on his wound and carefully tied a satisfactory knot.

Chu Huaizhou certainly didn't intend to stop him from speaking. If that were the case, he would have pressed Xiao Jingxun's mute point.

"It's packed, Junior Master, shall I go back?"

"Yeah." Chu Huaizhou lowered his eyes, looked at the awkward and out-of-place bow, and lifted his sleeves to cover it.

Seeing someone rubbing his hands on the floor at the door, occasionally glancing at him from the corner of his eyes, he softened his heart, but still asked stiffly, "Anything else?"

"It's okay, Junior Master, am I really going back?" Xiao Jingxuan asked tentatively.

Chu Huaizhou was a little puzzled and said, "I didn't force you to stay. If you don't want to go back to sleep, what are you doing standing there?"

"Okay, I'll go back to my room." After saying that, he strode out of the guest room, but there was still a sense of loss between his steps.

Xiao Jingxuan closed the door and tiptoed around the outside of the house to check around. He made sure that the little nephew had left before returning to his room to sleep.

He did not appear again in the following few days, which made the Demon Lord in his previous life a little confused: the reason was that a demon nephew would not let go of his target easily.

He looked at Chu Huaizhou, who was drinking warm porridge with a cold look on his face. Unless, he felt something that frightened him in him.

"Waiter! Bring me two jars of liquor and four plates of stir-fried spicy pork!" Two wandering martial artists came to the next table and slammed their knives on the table wildly.

"You know, there's something strange going on in Mr. Wang's family. Why do so many weird things happen?"

People love to join in the fun and listen to gossip. The waiter who came over to serve tea asked curiously, "What happened in Mr. Wang's family?"

"Don't mention it. His family must have run into something unclean! Just between last night and the night before, two women and one man died in his family!"

"Why...why is this happening?" someone asked in horror.

In the corner, there was a strong man wearing coarse linen clothes and carrying a load on his shoulders. He snorted disdainfully, "Why? I think this is retribution! It's retribution for him exploiting the hard-working people!"

As he said this, he turned to the side in disgust and spat, "Bah! He deserves it!"

After listening to the first half, Xiao Jingxuan was still considering whether to go to Wang's house to take a look. But after listening to the second half, he felt a common hatred for the strong man and sincerely felt that he deserved it.

Chu Huaizhou gently put down the bowl, picked up the veil hat beside him and put it on his head, ready to go out.

"Master Junior, are you going to Wang's house?"

He kept walking and replied calmly, "Yeah."

Xiao Jingxuan chased after him and grabbed his sleeve, "Didn't you hear what they said? This Wang Yuanwai is a wicked man, not a good official."

He pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and muttered quietly: "Why save them?"

Chu Huaizhou turned around to look at him, the wind lifted the thin veil in front of his hat, "So you think they deserve to die, right?"

"No!" Xiao Jingxuan scratched his head in embarrassment. Of course, he hoped that all corrupt officials would die. "Master Junior, that's not what I meant."

"When I was born, treacherous officials were in power and corrupt officials were in power. They collected grain taxes and increased the amount layer by layer to enrich themselves, causing the people to live in poverty and the villagers to suffer unspeakably."

Xiao Jingxuan's hand, which was pinching his sleeve, trembled slightly, and he said bluntly: "I never liked them, I resented them."

Chu Huaizhou gently held his hand back, and his usually cold voice was many times gentler this time.

"Corrupt officials will be judged by wise rulers and the people. They will eventually have their own consequences, rather than dying at the hands of evil spirits. Do you understand this cause and effect?"

Xiao Jingxuan stood under the early morning sun, seeing the hands clasped in his hands through his misty tears, and listening to the principles of life that no one had ever taught him.

After being in a trance for a long time, he nodded and said, "Uncle Master, I understand."

Chu Huaizhou let go of his hand, smiled, and continued walking: "It's a good thing to figure it out."

After Xiao Jingxuan caught up with the man, he gently pulled his sleeve and said, "I will go to Wang's house with my uncle."

"Yeah." Chu Huaizhou wanted to pull back his sleeves, but didn't want to seem too deliberate, so he said, "Can you just walk properly?"

"You're walking properly." Xiao Jingxuan moved his hand down and grasped the bottom of the wide-sleeved shirt, reducing Chu Huaizhou's discomfort.