Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou naturally would not agree to him, but the sound of the piano flowing from his fingertips became a little more hurried.

The sound of the zither is like the wind, its music is like rhythm, clear as a flowing spring, leisurely as the rolling and unrolling clouds. The sound of the zither, like the weeping of thousands of ghosts, is like a cool breeze, breaking through the clouds and sky and penetrating into his ears.

Xiao Jingxuan felt it. There was a tiny explosion in his brain, followed by a sharp pain, the excruciating pain brought by the sound of breaking the devil.

He covered his ears with his hands and screamed miserably, "Chu Huaizhou, what are you playing? Stop it!"

He fell from a great height, his black and purple robes scattered in the air.

Chu Huaizhou still closed his eyes and played the zither neither fast nor slow, as if he was really playing the famous prince's zither on Yaoshan Mountain.

His ten slender white fingers plucked the strings of the Li Zheng zither back and forth. The demon soldiers on the ground fell one after another, and the young Taoist priest cheered loudly.

The sound of destroying demons gradually faded away in the distant sound of the piano. He was just playing the music score with ordinary notes.

Sometimes the sound of the zither is as high as clouds, sometimes the sound of the se is as low as a whisper, sometimes it is as ethereal as silk in the wind, sometimes it is as light and steady as the rustling of pine trees on a cliff, sometimes the sound of the flute is exciting, and sometimes the sound of the zither is ethereal.

Just a few short pieces of magic-breaking sounds were enough to torture Xiao Jingxuan so much that he couldn't even use his full power temporarily, and became extremely angry.

He shouted, "Chu Huaizhou! Are you here to take revenge? To avenge me for something that happened in the past?"

Chu Huaizhou slowly opened his picturesque eyes and floated quietly in the air, cold and ethereal, like a piece of clear and beautiful jade that had been broken, fragile and desolate.

"I am not here to seek revenge for past events. I just want to ask you to let them go on the battlefield."

"You come up here and play some random music, isn't that revenge? Is that a plea?"

Xiao Jingxuan stood in front of the Fuguang Palace, suddenly he was furious, suddenly he sneered, like a madman with unpredictable mood.

He picked up a stone casually, turned it over and over on his fingertips, and suddenly shot it at Chu Huaizhou's shoulder, hitting the man standing tall above him.

His balance was unstable and he fell from the air without any preparation.

Xiao Jingxuan ran forward with a smile, stretched out his arms to catch him, turned around, and held him tightly in his arms.

"Junior Master, when you beg someone, you must have a pleading attitude." As he spoke, he put the person down.

Chu Huaizhou finally landed on the ground with both feet, but he was exhausted, his legs went weak, and he staggered again in a very embarrassing manner.

"You can let them go." Xiao Jingxuan deliberately raised his voice to attract the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Xiao Jingxuan's plan succeeded, and he curled his lips slyly and proudly, "Little Master, come and make a deal with me."

There was no trace of emotion in Chu Huaizhou's dark purple and cold eyes. He raised his hand and stroked the Li Zheng Qin that was glowing with spiritual light.

Her eyes gradually turned colder, and her beautiful thin lips pursed out of habit: "If we don't make a deal, they can still live, but you..."

"Me?" Xiao Jingxuan suddenly turned into wind and flashed in front of him. At lightning speed, he grabbed his neck and said, "Will Junior Master-Uncle kill me again?"

His cold fingertips were placed on the side of Chu Huaizhou's neck, stroking it from time to time, and his warm breath was close to his ear.

"I guess that Junior Master is already at the end of his strength, right? Does he really still have the strength to kill me?"

Chu Huaizhou's long and fine eyelashes trembled slightly, his brows were slightly furrowed, the pain in his eyes was fully revealed, and he revealed a bit of sadness and loneliness.

He suddenly let go of his hand, smiled, took two steps back, and half leaned on the throne made of skulls.

Xiao Jingxuan shrugged lazily, motioning him to look at his outer robe which he had just spread out to save him.

"My robe has been torn apart. If Junior Master-Uncle can put it on for me personally, then everyone can survive."

The man's voice was also extremely pleasant to the ear, like the tune of a guzheng being plucked lightly on its seven strings, low and melodious, neither fast nor slow.

"Immortal Yunlan! Don't listen to him. Be careful of this cunning demon! Just clear the door and kill him!"

"That's right, Immortal Yunlan! Kill him! Kill him like we did just now!"

"He is afraid of the sound of breaking the devil! Yunlan Immortal Venerable! You can kill him with the Li Zheng Qin! There is no need to make any deal at all!"

Below, more and more people shouted loudly: "Kill him with the Demon-Breaking Sound!" Gradually, more and more people echoed them.

But... no one considered whether his body could withstand Li Zhengqin's powerful backlash.

At this moment, even everyone forgot that he was once a weak and useless person in the world of cultivation, who could only breathe after three steps and rest after five steps, and had low spiritual power.

"Hahahaha," Xiao Jingxuan, who was sitting on the seat, covered half of his face with one hand and suddenly burst into laughter, his cold green eyes opened between his fingers.

His eyes were in the dark, emitting a sinister green light, "Listen, Junior Master, has any of them ever cared about you?"

"Knowing that you have the ability to kill people who are bad for them, they will pursue you and then use you."

"These people who claim to be righteous have forgotten that your spiritual power is low and it is difficult for you to control the Li Zheng Qin, let alone use it to play the music that destroys demons."

"But did they really just forget? No, they just don't care about you."

"Because for them, it doesn't matter if the cultivation world sacrifices you."

The low and hoarse murmur lingered beside Chu Huaizhou, like a gentle persuasion, and then disappeared into the air in an instant, as if it had never existed.

His eyes were deep purple and low, still without the slightest ripple, and his black hair was blown into disarray by the wind.

"Uncle Junior Master, come here." Xiao Jingxuan opened his arms, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and emphasized: "Let's complete the transaction between us."

Chu Huaizhou stood there for a few seconds, finally let out a breath, raised his hand to put away Li Zhengqin, and walked in front of him calmly.

The breathing went from disorderly to steady.

He seemed to have made up his mind not to talk to him. He lowered his eyes and said nothing, while he lifted the cloak that was hanging in his arms onto his shoulders.

"Master Junior," Xiao Jingxuan turned his head slightly, paused for a long time beside the man's ear, and then asked softly, "Stay with me?"

"...I won't stay." After a while, he replied, "We are not on the same boat."

"So, what do you think..." Xiao Jingxuan looked at the Taoist teenagers outside the temple gate, seeing their indignant and frightened faces.

He laughed sarcastically, "Will you still be on the same side as them? If I can leave here unscathed."

"You could have killed me," Xiao Jingxuan pulled his hand away and pressed it on his left chest, "Stab me from here."

Chu Huaizhou raised his eyes, and the two of them looked at each other unexpectedly. At such a close distance, he could even see his own shadow in the other's green pupils.

Xiao Jingxuan's lips curled slightly, "Little Master, then I will let you go back."

Suddenly, a dagger appeared in Chu Huaizhou's hand for no reason. He grabbed his wrist and the dagger stabbed into his body in an instant.

A trickle of hot blood flowed out.