Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

"Give a message to your senior brother and the Pavilion Master in advance," Chu Huaizhou said as he pulled the man up from the ground.

"When we return, we will remove the barrier for a while and tell them that it was me who said so. They will agree."

Xiao Jingxuan did as he said and used the sound transmission technique to return to the top of the Biluo Cloud Peak.

When he turned around, he saw Chu Huaizhou holding the man's collar with one hand, his narrow and long eyes slightly slanted, showing no disdain in his eyes.

Seeing his expression, Xiao Jingxuan noticed that he had changed into a new plain white robe today, which was elegant and refined, with an immortal-like air.

Standing in the same frame with this man wearing coarse linen clothes and covered in mud, he really feels out of place.

Knowing that he was suffering from mysophobia, Xiao Jingxuan pursed his lips and chuckled, then walked forward and recommended himself.

"Uncle Junior Master, come to me."

"Ah."

Chu Huaizhou would naturally not refuse. He let go without hesitation, took out a handkerchief and wiped his slender fingertips.

Her skin, as white as mutton fat, becomes paler in the sun, and her fingertips are translucent with a light pink color.

Xiao Jingxuan put his arm on his shoulders and lifted up the skinny boy.

"Uncle Junior, are we about to set off?"

Chu Huaizhou folded the handkerchief carefully and put it in his arms as if it were a treasure.

"It may take some time for the sound transmission to reach the top of the blue sky. We will go back tomorrow after receiving the message."

His voice was still clear and cold, but he was intimidating without being angry.

"Well, I'll follow Junior Uncle's arrangements."

Xiao Jingxuan smiled, turned to the shopkeeper, and asked, "Are there any vacancies upstairs?"

The shopkeeper was trembling when he saw this. He felt that there was a knife hidden in this smile. His palms were sweating and his back was cold.

"There are no vacancies upstairs."

"But I know a place where he can lie down for a while."

Everyone followed the trembling shopkeeper, walked out of the back door of the kitchen, and came to a remote, short and narrow small wing.

"Sir, this is the place."

The room was filled with a heavy gloomy atmosphere, with a musty smell and a faint odor of death. It was cold and eerie, making people shiver uncontrollably.

Xiao Jingxuan pushed open the dusty door.

The wooden door had fallen into disrepair after years of neglect, and it made a heavy, old-fashioned creaking sound that was harsh and unpleasant.

He covered his face and coughed twice, then asked, "Why is there so much dust?"

The furnishings in the room were old and simple, with a square dining table, a wooden cabinet covered with spider webs, and a bamboo basket for dirty things.

There wasn't even a bed. In the corner, there was only a tattered bamboo mat, covered with cobwebs and dust.

"Uh..." The shopkeeper looked a little embarrassed. He pinched his right hand with his left hand, feeling a little uneasy.

"There are few people living here, so I never hired anyone to clean it."

Xiao Jingxuan turned around and asked again: "It's so simple, what was this house used for before?"

"Hmm..." The shopkeeper hesitated, looked at Xiao Jingxuan, and then at Chu Huaizhou.

He stammered and explained, "I was not in the inn business before, but was involved in black and white business."

Xiao Jingxuan didn't understand and raised one eyebrow coolly, "So...?"

"This is the morgue."

He took a deep breath, blinked amusedly, and looked at Chu Huaizhou, "Little... Little Master?"

Chu Huaizhou turned his head coldly, glanced at the shopkeeper indifferently, and clenched his hands under his wide sleeves.

After a moment, he let go and said to him, "Would you like to live in this morgue?"

The shopkeeper shook his head like a rattle, and a hint of anger appeared on his usually timid face.

"I am a living person! How can I live in a morgue? Immortal Lord! Aren't you cursing me?"

Chu Huaizhou remained calm, looking at him coldly, without further explanation, and only said, "Then he can't live in the morgue either."

When people are angry, they speak more boldly and without restraint, saying whatever comes to their mind.

"Why do you have such strange thoughts? Where else can the dead live if not in the morgue?"

Xiao Jingxuan couldn't bear to see his junior master being misunderstood and blamed like this, so he interrupted with a gloomy look on his face.

Yin Yang said: "I am telling you, how come you can't hear anything with your ears? Are you hitting a mosquito?"

The shopkeeper was choked and speechless, his face turned from red to blue and then to pale, "You! You...!"

Xiao Jingxuan tilted his head and said, "Did we say this person is dead?"

"Hmm?" He spoke softly, his deep eyes showing a mysterious and sinister green, and then he closed his eyes and smiled.

The shopkeeper was attracted by his eyes and was immediately shocked and trembled all over, then became afraid.

He quickly looked away and said, "The two immortals never said that I was just swatting a mosquito in my ear."

"Then please go find a house that normal people can live in."

Chu Huaizhou's voice became gentler. Listening to the soft tone, it seemed like he was laughing secretly?

Xiao Jingxuan smiled innocently with lips curved, and twinkling lights appeared in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, okay, uh, no need to bother, I'll just do my bit to help you, it's not a bother."

Seeing people laughing, the shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh.

I thought to myself: Phew, that was a close call, that was a close call, luckily I laughed, otherwise it would have been a disaster.

Several people returned to the hall, and while waiting for the shopkeeper to find a vacant room, Xiao Jingxuan put the person down on the table.

Chu Huaizhou lowered his head, pondering his fingers in a trance. His face looked gentle and beautiful behind the hazy veil.

"Junior Master..." Xiao Jingxuan murmured unconsciously.

"Hmm?" He was pouring tea and the water line tilted for a moment.

"Why are you wearing a cloak inside the house?"

He probably knew that he was meddling too much, so the more he asked, the quieter his voice became.

Chu Huaizhou picked up the teacup, took a sip, glanced at the leisurely man, and said lightly: "I am happy to do so."

Xiao Jingxuan: “………………”

Fine lines began to form in Xiao Jingxuan's heart. He could even imagine how arrogant his junior master-master looked when he said this.

Chu Huaizhou raised his eyelids, his deep purple pupils resting at the corners of his phoenix eyes, and glanced at Xiao Jingxuan vaguely.

After a while, she lowered her eyes and pursed her thin lips.

Xiao Jingxuan noticed that something was wrong with him, so he lowered his head slightly, trying to see his face through the gap in the gauze curtain.

He pursed his lips and said, "Uncle Junior, do you have something to tell me?"

His eyes were dull, like the rising sun in winter, with firmness and tenderness lingering in the depths of his pupils.

boom!

Chu Huaizhou felt his heart throbbing and trembling, and his fingertips twisting the tea bowl curled up lightly, the temperature was scorching.

The questions he wanted to ask became even more difficult to ask. He didn't dare look at Xiao Jingxuan again and felt so embarrassed that he wanted to kick the table.

Then, he cursed inwardly, "Idiot, who has anything to say to you."

Xiao Jingxuan continued to ask: "Hmm? What did Junior Master-Uncle say?"

He pinched the base of his left hand and looked at it indifferently, "Are you really... suffering from that hidden disease?"

"What...?" Xiao Jingxuan blinked his innocent and confused, icy green and bright eyes.