Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

"Hey?" Seeing his junior uncle get up and rush out, he glanced at the child who was sleeping peacefully in the bed. He picked up his sword and was about to chase him out when a strange and gloomy wind blew the door shut.

Xiao Jingxuan looked around cautiously and confirmed that he was still in the young master's room. He pushed open the door and saw that it was not a rich mansion, but a desolate mountain! Looking back, the room where the candlelight was dancing just now had disappeared!

As the sun was setting, a short figure vaguely appeared on the narrow path covered with dead branches and leaves. On his back was a backpack that was almost taller than himself and was filled with dead branches and firewood.

It was a freezing cold day with a howling wind. The woodcutter was only wearing a pair of straw sandals. His hands and face were frozen red, but he was happily humming a song.

When he got closer, he discovered that the child also had a black burn scar above his cheekbone.

Is this Mr. Wang?

The illusions constructed by the goblins and monsters are all based on their own cognition, and they often take themselves as the protagonist. Why is it this corrupt official?

It's still unclear what it is, so we can't jump to conclusion. Xiao Jingxuan slowly followed the child in front of him who was dancing and humming.

He saw with his own eyes that the boy sold the firewood to the rich family. Although the price was much lower than the market price, he was still very happy when he received the change and bowed to express his gratitude.

He ran as fast as he could, and before the pharmacy closed, he exchanged the money for some medicinal herbs and went to the shabby wooden house at the entrance of the village.

He pushed the door open quietly and walked in carefully and lightly, but was stopped by the messy man sitting at the table: "Stop."

The child held his breath and walked forward, holding up the silver left after buying the medicine with his dark, scarred, and calloused hands, "Daddy, this is for you."

The drunk man took a glance at him, kicked him to the ground in a rage, and yelled, "You bastard! Is this all you got today?"

Xiao Jingxuan was stunned for a moment. Is there such a father? He drinks at home and lets his son go up the mountain to chop wood for money to support the family?

Young Wang lied without blushing or beating his heart, "Dad, the weather is getting colder and colder, and it has rained a lot recently. There is really no dry firewood to pick up in the mountains."

The rough man was unreasonable and shouted at the top of his voice: "I don't care what the weather is like. If it's still like this tomorrow, you can't enter this house again!"

A woman with a bulging belly came out of the side room and tried to help him up by bending over with difficulty. She said in a gentle tone, "That's all. The ground is cold. Get up quickly."

As Xiao Jingxuan looked at her, he finally felt that the depression in his heart was suppressed and he felt much more comfortable. He guessed that this woman should be his mother.

Unexpectedly, after the child stood up, he showed fear on his face, stepped back a few steps in fear, and said respectfully: "Madam Ru, I just came back from the mountains, and my body is very dirty. I am afraid that I have soiled your hands."

The smile on the woman's face froze, and then she smiled bitterly and said, "Forget it, go and cook some dinner. Your father's drinking is not good for his health."

After dinner, Xiao Jingxuan saw with his own eyes that Mr. Wang hid a steamed bun and a sweet potato in his clothes and walked out with them in his pocket.

The man who was drinking and eating in the lobby soon realized something was wrong and said angrily: "Why are there so few steamed buns and sweet potatoes in the steamer?!"

The pregnant woman touched her belly, smiled and comforted him, saying, "I felt very hungry today, so I ate a lot."

Mr. Wang exhaled slowly, quickly took out the medicine bag he had hidden earlier from the gap between the tiles, and went to a remote hut nearby.

It was a firewood hut, but there was not much firewood. There were only some willow catkins and thatch on the ground, and a woman was lying on it.

He closed the door cautiously, then fell to the ground and knelt beside the man, "Mom, mom, get up and eat something, it's still hot."

The woman slowly opened her eyes and coughed heavily, as if she was going to cough out all her internal organs. "Again... Madam Ru has been blamed again, right?"

Wang Yuanwai gnashed his teeth and said, "She deserves it! She owes us that! If she hadn't come to our house, Dad wouldn't have driven you here!"

“Don’t talk nonsense!” The frail woman half sat up, took two bites of the steamed bun, and then two bites of the sweet potato. Her every move and gesture, the way she chewed her food slowly, all showed the demeanor of a lady from a noble family.

She touched the child's head and said, "You are still young. You don't know the reason and you can't understand it."

"Madam Ru had no choice. If a woman loses her chastity, she can never find a good husband again. She can only give herself to your father, the drunkard."

"From now on, you must be a gentleman, and you must not force women on others, and you must not trust anyone easily. You must keep money and power in your own hands. Do you understand?"

Wang Yuanwai held back his tears and nodded, saying, "Son understands, mother."

Xiao Jingxuan could feel that his mother's life was about to end.

Dazzling white light flashed above his head, forcing him to close his eyes. When the light dimmed, Xiao Jingxuan found himself on a crowded street.

It must be that the creator of the illusion discovered this intruder of unknown origin and was trying to clean him up or expel him.

He looked up and saw a notice. It was a document issued by the royal family of the destroyed Qianqiu Kingdom, asking for the rescue of the newborn little prince Wuxin, and a reward of 100 taels of gold, an official position and a title.

At this moment, Xiao Jingxuan was moved by what he saw, not to mention Wang Yuanwai, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, poor and in need of money to treat his mother, standing in front of the column.

Seeing that his eyes really lit up, his slightly sunken cheeks sparkled with surprise, he kept muttering madly: "Mom is saved, and I have money to treat her illness!"

Xiao Jingxuan followed him wandering aimlessly in the mountains, although he really wanted to tell him that this thing was not usually found in the mountains and that one had to go to the Kunwu snowfield to find it.

He had just finished complaining in his heart when he heard bursts of extremely painful and miserable cries like a baby coming from the cracks in the valley at the mouth of the cliff.

He actually found it by accident? !

It was a steep cliff with no foothold. Mr. Wang was floating in mid-air, with a cauldron for alchemy emitting golden light under his feet.

Ordinary people definitely don't have this ability. Could it be that he also worshipped under the blue sky and practiced Taoism? It seems that the results are quite good.

The reason why Xiao Jingxuan was so sure that he was worshipping Biluo Yundian instead of other sects was because most of the Taoist weapons of immortal sects were swords and only Biluo Yundian's soul weapons were different.

"Hahaha, damn God, you really treat me well! God will not let me go!" Wang Yuanwai's crazy laughter brought his thoughts back, and his eyes fell on his nephew in the crevice of the mountain.

That was a damselfish that was giving birth. It was a hermaphrodite and a solitary animal, so there would be no male damselfish guarding it.

Nine heads turned at the same time, nine pairs of blood-red eyes stared at the uninvited guests who broke in, and nine beast mouths bared their teeth, roared and growled.

He warned them to leave quickly, but how could that be possible? If it was a normal nephew, Wang Yuanwai would definitely not be able to defeat him. A woman who has just given birth is the weakest, and the same is true for nephew.

Wang Yuanwai, who was unaware of the true power of the beast, drew his sword and stabbed it directly into the nephew's still throbbing belly.