Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

"I can prove that he didn't eat the bowl of noodles that the young master served."

The crowds of people stepped aside, leaving a path. The person who was speaking was actually a young lady with her hair tied up and wearing tight clothes.

Her oval face was lightly made up, her eyebrows revealed a hint of masculine heroism, and her red lips were lightly tinged with blush.

It was the girl who had just winked at him!

Xiao Jingxuan subconsciously looked at Chu Huaizhou, and immediately shrank behind his junior uncle like a mouse seeing a cat.

He quietly defended himself: "Uncle Junior Master, I...I really don't know her."

When the woman saw this scene, her smile widened even more.

"How can you prove it?" Chu Huaizhou asked nonchalantly, "Were you there when he cooked the noodles?"

Xiao Jingxuan stammered palely and weakly: "Uncle Junior Master, really not."

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, saying, "My Lord, please don't misunderstand me again. I was not there at the time."

"I got up this morning to go to the toilet. When I passed by the back door of the inn, I accidentally glanced at the kitchen and saw this old man."

"I thought it was a thief who broke into the kitchen to steal food, so I rushed in without caring about anything, wanting to catch him."

"This bowl of noodles was spilled by me during the argument. He seemed to be very scared and ran away without saying a word."

"In short, the old man didn't even get a sip of the noodle soup, so it's impossible that he died because of this young master."

Amidst the whispers, someone questioned, “You…you’re really not speaking for him?”

The woman shrugged, spread her hands lazily, her beautiful eyes wandering, her cherry lips smiling, and said lightly -

"I have never met this gentleman, and we have no grudges against each other, so why would I speak against my conscience?"

"What good would it do for me to make something false true just to help him get away with it?"

The corners of her mouth turned up, and she leaned towards Xiao Jingxuan calmly, with an indescribable frivolous expression on her face.

"Just because he's handsome? Then would he be willing to go home with me? Would he be my male lover?"

Chu Huaizhou, who was forced to stand between the two of them, looked a little embarrassed. His brows were as indifferent as distant mountains, and his clothes fluttered like flowing clouds.

His soft eyelashes drooped, hiding the dejected look in his clear light purple eyes.

Just when I was about to move to the side, I realized that my wide sleeves were being held tightly by the person behind me.

"I don't want to, I don't want to."

Xiao Jingxuan was startled when he heard this. He grabbed his junior uncle's sleeve with his right hand and quickly waved his left hand.

"I am just a ignorant and uncouth man, while the girl is as beautiful as a flower, graceful and elegant."

"I am ashamed, I am really not worthy of you, girl."

Everyone burst into laughter: "What this young master said is indeed the truth."

"You don't know this girl yet, do you?" a kind-hearted person reminded her, "He has a hidden illness and I'm afraid he can't be your man."

"Hahahahahaha..."

"What does that matter?" The woman shrugged nonchalantly, smiling carefreely.

"It's because he has a hidden illness, not because I can't do it. Everyone here, please don't underestimate my body."

The scene was quiet, and then suddenly, there was a burst of laughter: "She's a girl, how is that possible?"

Only the "well-informed" Xiao Jingxuan, after being stunned for a while, his face turned slightly less ugly and turned a barely noticeable red.

The woman giggled, glanced at Chu Huaizhou carefully, and asked in a teasing tone.

"Since you have no affinity with women, what kind of men do you like?"

Xiao Jingxuan was stunned for a moment by the question, and subconsciously looked at the person standing in front of him, muttering.

"I like……"

Chu Huaizhou flicked his sleeves, closed his eyes, and frowned tightly, as if "extremely noisy" was written on his forehead.

Unfortunately, he was wearing a cloak, so no one could see his somewhat gloomy face.

"Enough! Xiao Jingxuan!" His eyebrows twitched and he said angrily.

"Is it something glorious that you are impotent? Do you have to make it known to everyone?"

"Uncle Junior Master, I am not..."

"Don't call me!"

Chu Huaizhou's lips were tightly closed, veins on his forehead twitched with anger, and his eyes were as cold as a blade.

"Whether the death of the old man on the ground is related to you or not, there is no solid evidence, so it is still unknown."

Through the veil, he stared at Xiao Jingxuan. The handsome, three-dimensional profile of his face seemed a little blurry.

After a while, he said angrily, "I can't jump to conclusions."

"Oh..." Xiao Jingxuan responded in a low voice with his head down. After a while, he raised his head again.

"Uncle Junior Master, then I..."

"Go back to your room upstairs and stay there. Do not come out without my permission."

"Oh."

Although he could clearly feel that his junior master was angry, he couldn't figure out why he was angry.

Chu Huaizhou's expression suddenly changed, which scared everyone around him. Everyone felt that this immortal was really difficult to get close to.

Fierce, mean and cold.

The shopkeeper swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously with a trembling voice: "What about this man? Who killed him?"

"I don't know for now," Chu Huaizhou felt a slight headache and a dull pain in his left chest.

"Since it is not a ghost or evil spirit, you can report the case to the authorities and let the Officers and Soldiers Management Department handle it."

"This..." The shopkeeper seemed to have some doubts. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then let's do as the Immortal Lord says."

"Junior Master! You can't report this to the authorities!" Xiao Jingxuan, who had just returned, appeared at the back door, panting.

The nameless jealousy that had just risen in Chu Huaizhou's mind had now completely disappeared. He opened his eyelids and asked calmly, "Why not?"

"Because there are traces of demonic influence on his body!"

Xiao Jingxuan squatted down, thinking to himself: I'm sorry for the offense, but I have no choice but to prove my innocence. I hope you can forgive and understand.

After saying that, he lifted the towel from his face and said, "Little Master, look."

That face was truly ugly, disgusting, and horrible.

"Holy crap! This is so disgusting! How could someone look like this? What's wrong with his face?"

"No wonder you have to wrap your face with a rag, otherwise you'd scare random passersby to death!"

"My Lord, what happened to him?"

Chu Huaizhou had no expression on his face, and asked, "Why didn't you say it just now?"

Xiao Jingxuan narrowed his eyes and smiled foolishly, "Because I didn't think of it for a moment."

The heroic woman held back her retching and said, "My Lord, did this old man die because of these little black bugs and the turbid miasma?"

"Yes," Chu Huaizhou stretched out his slender fingers and sniffed his breath, "but not entirely, because he is not dead yet."

"Junior Master, maybe there is still hope." Xiao Jingxuan stroked his chin and stared straight at the Qiankun Palace Feather that was like a pendant on Chu Huaizhou's waist.

By the way, they now have a magic bone on their bodies. They can use special methods to activate the magic bone to draw out the evil spirit from this person. Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.

but……

Chu Huaizhou pursed his lips and then released them several times before turning his eyes to Xiao Jingxuan and said calmly, "I don't know how to do that."

"Hmm..." He scratched his head and smiled innocently, "Uncle Junior, don't look at me. I can't do that either."

Chu Huaizhou said: "The Pavilion Master will definitely do it."

Using things from the demonic world to draw demonic energy out of the body is a compulsory course for almost all sect leaders.

Even if everyone on the top of the Biluo Cloud Summit doesn't know how to do it, Yu Changfeng can do it.

Xiao Jingxuan said worriedly: "But, can we bring him back to Biluoyun Peak?"

This man was permeated with demonic energy inside and out, and was on par with the demon soldiers.

How can one enter a holy place of immortals like Biluo Yundian just like that?