Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

No one had ever dared to treat Chu Huaizhou like this, and he had never felt such a hug. He was so scared that he immediately hooked his arms around Xiao Jingxuan's neck.

Feeling ashamed and angry, he yelled in a low voice: "Xiao Jingxuan! What are you doing? Are you tired of living? Or are you itching for trouble?"

He had a strange feeling that he was clearly raising a naughty child who would climb up the roof and tear down the tiles if he wasn't punished for three days.

"Junior Master, don't be anxious." Xiao Jingxuan's eyebrows curved downward, his eyes filled with a gentle smile, like the warm sun in winter.

Chu Huaizhou was stunned for a moment: He was laughing so happily, what was he trying to do?

With such a beautiful woman like the bright moon in his arms, he actually behaved very well. He just imitated the waiter in the shop and patted his junior uncle's back gently.

Apart from this, there were no unnecessary actions that went beyond the rules.

Then, he said with great pride: "That person told me that this is how you coax a child."

Chu Huaizhou struggled to jump off him, waved his sleeves, and said unhappily: "Then you can do this tonight, hold your nephew in your arms and coax him!"

"No." Xiao Jingxuan shook his head like a rattle, and like a child admitting his mistake, he walked in front of Chu Huaizhou and pinched his sleeve.

"Uncle Junior Master, I'm scared."

He pretended to speak in a soft and fearful voice, and even though there were obvious flaws in his pupils, Chu Huaizhou still believed his cowardly lies.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, and he turned his head calmly and asked in disbelief, "Are you really scared?"

Xiao Jingxuan nodded firmly, "Master Junior, this is the first time I've seen a real, living nephew. I'm really scared."

"Then if you keep thinking of those unreliable ways to fool me." The two of them were clearly looking at each other at eye level.

When Chu Huaizhou glanced at him, there was a bit more condescending in his eyes, and his thin lips slightly opened.

"I will lock you up in Qiankun Palace tonight! You will accompany my nephew to spend the night!"

"I... am afraid..." Xiao Jingxuan cried out in his heart, his watery eyes blinking hard and becoming wet.

Chu Huaizhou's gaze didn't even linger on him. He immediately glanced away from him and went straight to Gong Yu.

He was puzzled and thought: Junior Master didn't even look at me? Acting cute didn't seem to work.

Xiao Jingxuan felt aggrieved. He blinked back the tears and his expression suddenly became much more serious.

In his confused mind, a sea-blue zither slowly emerged, along with the Li Zheng string that had inherited its master's obsession with cleanliness to the extreme.

"Uncle Junior Master!" Xiao Jingxuan's dark eyes, like ebony, sparkled brightly against the flickering candlelight, "Didn't you know how to play the zither?"

Chu Huaizhou had just thought of this idea a quarter of an hour ago and raised his hand to call for the zither.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Li Zheng guqin in spirit form appeared on the table, emitting a faint light blue glow.

The physical body of the Li Zheng guqin was destroyed by the forefathers tens of millions of years ago because it was too powerful and had too strong a self-awareness to be easily controlled.

Even though the Li Zheng Qin is just a spirit, it still exudes a cold and eerie aura, which shows that the spiritual power around the Qin should not be underestimated.

Even Xiao Jingxuan, who had lived two lifetimes, felt that he might not be able to master this guqin.

"How did you know I can play the piano?" Chu Huaizhou glanced at him indifferently and stood in front of the piano.

"I……"

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In his previous life, he saw Chu Huaizhou use the Li Zheng Qin in spirit form, but only that once.

Those were his last few years as the Demon Lord. Perhaps he was too powerful and had no rivals.

Xiao Jingxuan, who is about to become the co-lord of both the human and demon worlds, feels that life is increasingly meaningless. He wishes to die and wants to study the method of resurrecting ghosts.

It happened that at this time, the Taoist sects, who had been slaughtered by him to the point where only a few people were left, put aside hundreds of years of grudges and joined forces to fight against him.

In Xiao Jingxuan's eyes, they were nothing more than dying grasshoppers. If he really wanted to kill them, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.

So, he originally didn't want to discipline them, but when someone came to kill him, he couldn't help but be on guard.

The Demon Lord, who had nothing to do, thought of a fun and interesting idea -

He told the leader of the immortal team, "I will transform a small number of demon soldiers into dead soldiers and put them in your team."

As soon as the news came out, the whole team was in a panic. They began to be suspicious and wondered whether their loved ones were illusions of the evil soldiers.

Later, internal conflicts became more and more intense, and before the army even reached the Demon Lord's Fuguang Palace, more than half of their troops had been killed or wounded.

Those who were judged to be "dead warriors created by the devil" rose up in resistance in front of the Fuguang Palace, killing each other with the judges and commanders.

The Demon Lord, who was lying in the hall and eating fruit, heard the sound of fierce fighting and ran out with great interest to watch this wonderful show.

Chu Huaizhou appeared at this time, on the battlefield where blood flowed like rivers, corpses piled up like mountains, and there were wails of grievance and grief.

His holy Taoist robe fluttered in the wind like the purest white snow falling on the Fuguang Palace, and crashed into his eyes along with the ice crystals.

At that time, Chu Huaizhou seemed to be still looking at him from a distance. The passing time seemed to have stopped, and the drifting rain and snow also stopped in the air.

Xiao Jingxuan opened his eyes and looked. In his narrow and long phoenix eyes, there was a loneliness and sadness of compassion for the world, just like a god who was kind to mortals.

Chu Huaizhou waved his hands in front of him, summoned a guqin that was glowing with a blue glow, placed it across his chest, and stretched out his hand to stroke the instrument.

After becoming the Demon Lord, Xiao Jingxuan's memory is not as good as before.

At that time, he also arrested a subordinate and asked, "Hey, who is that person holding the piano and playing it? Is he stupid? Or does he not know the situation?"

"She is beautiful, but she is so sick and dying. Why did she come here?"

The demon soldier didn't know the connection between him and Chu Huaizhou, so he said without hesitation: "That person looks like Yunlan Immortal Venerable from the top of the Azure Clouds."

Xiao Jingxuan pondered for a long time before he remembered and exclaimed, "Chu Huaizhou? So he is Junior Master."

He used his Qinggong skills to fly up in front of Chu Huaizhou who was hanging in the air, and circled around him twice with interest.

The complicated dark purple robe was also blown into disarray by the wind. He smiled wickedly: "Little Master, hello, it's been a long time since we last met."

Chu Huaizhou's eyes were slightly closed, his face was pale, there was no trace of blood on his slightly pursed lips, and his figure became even thinner.

The sky was dark, as if heavy snow was brewing, and his delicate jade-like hands caressing the piano seemed even whiter and more transparent.

Although he called out several times, there was still no response from Chu Huaizhou, not even a glance.

Xiao Jingxuan was curious, so he floated with him between heaven and earth, holding his cheek and thinking, I want to see what tricks you can come up with.

With the sound of "Zheng", the guqin, which has been silent for thousands of years, has an ancient and graceful sound, warm and powerful, and its thick lingering sound pours into the heart like moonlight.

The two notes seemed to be plucked casually, his fingertips lightly caressed the strings, and the sound of the piano was like the sound of a deep valley or a secluded mountain, clear and bright.

Those who were fighting fiercely in front of Fuguang Hall, whether they were Taoists or demon soldiers, froze when they heard the ethereal sound of the piano.

The Taoists immediately became radiant, and each of them looked like they were reborn.

Xiao Jingxuan, who was a demon, hadn't realized anything yet and kept praising: "Interesting, Junior Master, this move is interesting."

"How about..." He raised his hand and touched Chu Huaizhou's chest, "You come back to Fuguang Palace with me? Just play the piano for me alone?"