Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

The warm and sticky blood slowly flowed down, staining Chu Huaizhou's fair and slender hands.

He seemed to be burned by the temperature, and suddenly pulled his hand away, dumbfounded: "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to go back?" Xiao Jingxuan reached out and pinched Chu Huaizhou's chin, lifting up his cold, handsome and unattainable face.

The voice was gloomy, the tone was cold and mean, "Why do you have to pretend to be nice to me?"

Chu Huaizhou's face was pale and blue, his chest heaving, and he moved his pale and bloodless lips with great effort, but no sound came out.

"I……"

"Only when your hands are stained with my blood will they deify you when you return."

Xiao Jingxuan's eyes turned red, and his cold green eyes were filled with layers of fluorescent light. "No one will bully you again."

The fingers that were gripping his jaw gradually tightened, and the fingertips turned white due to the force. "Then, only I can pull you off it again."

Chu Huaizhou gently held his wrist and rubbed it slowly with tenderness. The strength in his body gradually faded away, and the pain disappeared in an instant.

In the hoarse voice, he could vaguely hear him calling him, "Xiao... Xiao Jingxuan..."

Xiao Jingxuan's heart, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly trembled slightly at this moment, and he let go of his hand in shock.

Chu Huaizhou fell to the ground weakly, coughing violently. Everyone wanted to go forward to help him, but they were stopped by the invisible barrier at the door plaque of Fuguang Hall.

Xiao Jingxuan squatted in front of him, looked down at him and sneered softly.

"I'm very curious. You hurt me. As a great contributor to the cultivation world, how will they treat you?"

He raised his hand and gently pushed Chu Huaizhou's shoulder, sending him out steadily, "Junior Master, I look forward to seeing you again."

Turning around, Xiao Jingxuan couldn't pretend anymore and immediately broke down, covering his chest.

He groaned in pain, frowning as he thought: It hurts! It's just a hole, right? Why does it hurt so much?

Listening to you playing the piano is actually an elegant thing.

But if this gentleman is Chu Huaizhou and this zither is Li Zhengqin, it would be enough to give Xiao Jingxuan, the Demon Lord, a headache.

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Thinking of these heart-wrenching past events, Xiao Jingxuan's dark green eyes flickered slightly, and then he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I also heard it from Master by accident."

He is of similar age to Yun Huai, and they both became disciples of Biluo Yundian only a few days apart. They grew up together, so it is not surprising for him to know these things.

"That's probably true." Chu Huaizhou didn't doubt it, but said with some nostalgia: "Only your master knows."

Xiao Jingxuan admitted that he had a selfish motive in making this suggestion, as he wanted to hear Jun play the piano again.

But Li Zhengqin is very strong and should not be underestimated. He is somewhat worried whether Chu Huaizhou can handle her.

"Uncle Junior Master," he asked cautiously, "Can you play the Heart Purification Mantra?"

It's not just because the Heart Purification Mantra can reduce restlessness to the greatest extent, but also because it's extremely simple.

The most important thing is that the Heart Purification Mantra has very low requirements for spiritual power, and just a little bit of spiritual power will do.

Chu Huaizhou raised one eyebrow, his tall figure stood straight, and there was a kind of delicate and coldness between his brows that was untainted by the worldly affairs.

"How difficult is the Heart Purification Mantra?" He lifted his robe and sat down in front of the zither, stroking the strings with his slender fingers. "Of course I have practiced it before."

The tranquil and peaceful sound of the piano slowly flowed out from between his ten fingers, intoxicating people and penetrating their hearts.

Xiao Jingxuan moved a small stool and sat down opposite his junior uncle, holding his chin with both hands, listening attentively, and Chang also listened seriously.

Chu Huaizhou sat upright in front of the guqin, his cloud-colored brocade robe exuding a unique temperament, and there seemed to be starlight flowing in his lowered eyes.

He always felt that his junior uncle was gentle and refined, like a scholar.

Many times, it shouldn't even be those arrogant, self-righteous, and immortal-like immortals in the world of cultivation.

Instead, he is more like a well-educated and cultured young man from a noble family, or a gentle, elegant and powerful prince in the imperial court.

"Little uncle..."

Xiao Jingxuan's thoughts gradually became unrealistic, and the scene before his eyes became blurred, but the blue sky and white moon became clearer and clearer in his mind.

"Your piano playing is so beautiful..."

Chu Huaizhou heard every word of the low-pitched praise.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings covered with frost, and his slender jade-like fingertips lightly touched the strings of the zither, and the distant sound of the zither continued for a long time.

Sometimes it is as delicate and gentle as the spring breeze, sometimes it is as pure and refreshing as the summer lotus in the pond, sometimes it is as sad and graceful as the autumn maple leaves, and sometimes it is as pure and straightforward as the winter snowflakes.

After the song ended, Chu Huaizhou stood up gently, with a faint smile lingering on the corners of his mouth, his eyes hazy and dim, as proud as a banished immortal.

In the quiet house, there was already a faint snoring sound. The young man lying on the table in front of him had a steady and even breathing.

Her eyes were lightly closed, and her long, thick eyelashes cast a small dark shadow under her eyelids. She didn't know what she was dreaming about, but the roots of her eyelashes were wet.

Chu Huaizhou put away Li Zhengqin and walked to his side silently. He raised his hand to support him, but felt it was inappropriate and put it down again.

This conflicting and tormenting situation repeated several times, and finally he opened his thin lips and called out softly twice: "Xiao Jingxuan."

The only response he got was a soft, regular snoring.

Chu Huaizhou's eyes swept from his broad shoulders to his thin waist, but he couldn't find a good place to start without feeling awkward.

He put one of Xiao Jingxuan's arms on his shoulders, then raised his hand to hug his thin waist, and staggered to carry the sleeping man onto the bed.

When his head was about to hit the pillow, he tripped over the low couch where his boots were placed beside the bed, and rolled into the bed with Xiao Jingxuan.

His forehead hit the edge of the wooden bed so hard that he felt dizzy, his vision went black, and the pain went straight to his brain.

Chu Huaizhou groaned and looked up, finding himself lying on Xiao Jingxuan in a strange position.

At such a close distance, he could almost see the fine hairs on the other person's face and feel the other person's warm breath.

Faintly, he seemed to hear the nephew screaming again, the tiny scream echoing in his mind, with a hint of collapse.

Chu Huaizhou got up quickly in a panic, stumbled out of the room, and went into another room without looking back.

"Bang!"

...and slammed the door shut.

After being tired for so many consecutive days, Xiao Jingxuan finally had a good sleep. In his dream, there was a beautiful woman in white serving him and throwing herself into his arms.

So, even if I get up very early, I am still in good spirits.

There were not many customers in the store. A few early-morning people were sitting sparsely on the wooden table and ordered two bowls of porridge.

Xiao Jingxuan took out the only silver he had left, tossed it around in his hand casually, and broke into the inn's kitchen, intending to get something delicious to eat for his junior master uncle.

"Boss, I see that there aren't many customers in your store right now. Can I borrow your kitchen?"