Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou's earlobes were red as he tried his best to smooth out the folds on the brocade robe that made people think so much.

Only then did it return to its usual coolness, like the moonlight hanging in the sky that was out of reach, bright and clean, yet also deep and cold.

To the person behind him, he said coldly: "Why are you staring at me? Go open the door."

"Okay, Junior Master." Xiao Jingxuan answered respectfully and obediently, moving slowly, his eyes never leaving him.

At first, when they came in, the room was automatically locked, and people outside could not get in unless they broke down the door.

The banging on the door outside was getting louder and louder, and the shouting became louder: "Master! Are you in there? We will rescue you immediately."

Xiao Jingxuan put his hand on the door bolt, the corners of his lips curled up little by little, he did not move for a long time, and after a moment, he suddenly opened the door.

A strong gust of wind blew up in his face, and an iron shovel, bigger than his face, was raised above his head and was about to fall down amid the exclamations of everyone.

Almost split him in half.

Xiao Jingxuan narrowed his eyes, completely unaware of what had happened. He looked lazy and idle, as if he had just had a good sleep in the house. He said, "The master is not in there. It's Xiao... um..."

Chu Huaizhou dodged quickly and pushed Xiao Jingxuan, who was out of shape, away with force, then bent down and leaned his upper body back.

"Bang! Clank!" The shovel hit the stone floor tiles, making a sharp and piercing sound.

The middle-aged man wielding the shovel was also frightened. He almost killed someone by mistake when he smashed the door. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he fell to the ground.

After coming back to their senses, they kowtowed and bowed, saying, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Taoist priests! I really didn't mean it. I'm sorry!"

Chu Huaizhou was the first to react. He held his elbow and pulled him up. "Old man, you don't have to do this. He has thick skin and flesh. It won't be a problem."

Xiao Jingxuan's eyes were first dazzled by the rising sun, and then he felt dizzy and fell to the ground with a burning pain on his back and the back of his head.

He rubbed the back of his head in a daze, slowly sat up, and in his dizziness, he saw a large group of people kneeling in the yard.

In a trance, he thought he had returned to his previous life. Only at that time, no one saw him dare to stick his back stubbornly and refuse to kneel on the ground.

He is worshipped by thousands, but also cursed by thousands.

Fear flashed across Xiao Jingxuan's dark green eyes, and he subconsciously called out, "Uncle Junior Master? What's going on? You are not allowed to kneel before me!"

Chu Huaizhou just helped them up one by one, and said nonsense in a serious tone: "They thought they accidentally knocked you to death, and they are begging your ghost to stop haunting them."

Everyone: “…Ah?” Have we ever said this?

"Oh." No matter how outrageous what he said was, Xiao Jingxuan seemed to believe it. He stood behind him without saying a word, rubbing his head in confusion.

Chu Huaizhou gathered all the people in the Yuanwai's house together and told them all the crimes that Yuanwai had committed.

Then, he asked Butler Zhong to settle the monthly wages and planned to send all the servants and boys away.

"Butler Zhong, didn't you just say that if the master is no longer alive, all the jewels and jade in the west wing will be ours?"

A suppressed voice asked from the crowd.

The elderly man who was in charge of distributing the money blinked his eyes hard, pouted his mouth in Chu Huaizhou's direction, and whispered, "Shh, shh, shh."

Xiao Jingxuan suddenly appeared beside him, drooping his eyelids, and yawned calmly and slowly, "Butler Zhong, do you want to go to the toilet?"

"Uh... ha." Butler Zhong was startled and sweat broke out on his forehead. "Young, young Taoist priest, no, you don't have to..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, he naturally snatched the purse from Butler Zhong's hand and smiled considerately: "Then I will help you distribute this monthly salary first."

"You should go soon, old man. You can't even speak clearly. You are old now. You should take care of your health and don't hold it in."

"Xiao Jingxuan." Chu Huaizhou said in a gentle voice: "You must respect the elderly and be upright in your attitude."

"Oh, I see." Xiao Jingxuan smiled with his eyes narrowed, turned back to look at him, bent slightly, and extended his hand politely, "Butler Zhong, please."

His eyes never left Chu Huaizhou.

Butler Zhong was flattered, but he didn't dare to help him, so he just waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."

After this, whether Butler Zhong was willing to go to the toilet or not, he had to go.

Chu Huaizhou narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and with his fierce face, he looked a bit fierce. "I won't let you take the things in the west wing. Give up the idea."

Butler Zhong was about to step out of the door, but when he heard these words, he immediately took his leg back, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. Not only him, but almost everyone in the yard felt the same way.

They stared at Chu Huaizhou with hatred in their eyes.

Xiao Jingxuan's heart was suddenly pulled, and it was very painful. He knew how it felt like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart when being stared at with such hateful eyes.

He had experienced it firsthand.

Chu Huaizhou just stared at them quietly, with no intention of explaining.

He has always been like this. As long as he thinks something is right, he never bothers to explain it to anyone.

Those who can understand will naturally understand, and those who don’t understand may not understand even if you tell them.

Without any hesitation, Xiao Jingxuan spoke up to defend his junior uncle.

"Even if I don't tell you, you all know how Mr. Wang got the jewels and jade in the west wing."

"We will report the case to the government authorities and let them go back to where they came from."

"We are going to mortgage this house to cash out the money we have plundered from the local people, and the government will return it to every household."

After the words were spoken, no one refuted and they all lowered their heads.

I don't know who took the lead in clapping and shouting "good job", but cheers and responses came from all around.

Amid the cheers, Xiao Jingxuan was quite pleased with himself, as if he was shaking his big tail up to the sky. He looked towards Chu Huaizhou and discovered that the latter was also looking at him among the crowd of people passing by.

Those seemingly cold eyes contained approval, tenderness and warmth, but when he looked back, they disappeared in an instant.

Chu Huaizhou passed by him nonchalantly, as if just glancing at him inadvertently, then turned his head away.

Xiao Jingxuan saw his earlobes, which were as red as coral beads.

It was almost dusk the next day when he followed Chu Huaizhou with great interest and dealt with all the things he had said in public.

The two of them had been very busy these past two days. As soon as they arrived at the inn room, Xiao Jingxuan collapsed on the bed as if his tendons and bones had been pulled out.

He sighed, "Little Master, I'm so tired."

Chu Huaizhou stared at him and asked the question that had been puzzling him: "Xiao Jingxuan, there is a question that I have been thinking about for two days, but I still have no clue."

Xiao Jingxuan felt so tired that his head felt dizzy when he heard his serious tone, but he didn't think much about it and his voice was still extremely relaxed.

"What's the problem? Just tell me, Junior Uncle. I will definitely find a solution for you."

Chu Huaizhou stared at him straight, "Why are you so afraid of the demon bone?"