Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou murmured with his light-colored thin lips, but ultimately he was unable to utter those words.

Xiao Jingxuan smiled brightly, and the moist water vapor in front of him seemed to be evaporated by his bright sunshine and vigorous vitality.

As if deliberately asking for a beating, he sighed and said, "Little Master, do you want to ask about impotence against women?"

Chu Huaizhou placed the tea bowl on the table with a clang. A blush suddenly spread from his cheeks to his ears, and his cold eyes also became warm.

It is indeed somewhat embarrassing for the master and his nephew to discuss this topic in private.

"If you don't want to tell me..." Chu Huaizhou flicked his sleeves and stopped the loss in time: "Then forget it!"

"Every word is true." He said anxiously, as if he was afraid that if he was too slow, Junior Master Uncle would not listen.

Xiao Jingxuan smiled lazily, looking a little uncomfortable, and lowered his head, as if he knew ashamed.

"My nephew does have a homosexual tendency."

This habit of his was accidentally discovered when he was the Demon Lord in his previous life.

When he was in a high position of power, the leaders of various demon tribes flocked to him, the new lord of the demon world, like ants flocking to meat.

To celebrate the return of the devil bone, the demons held a grand banquet in the Twelve Hells and reveled with graceful dancers every night.

All of this was done to please the pure-minded Xiao Jingxuan.

Only some brave ones would stuff three or five delicate singers and dancers into his room.

Even though they have beautiful faces, heavy makeup, and revealing clothes, their shoulders, breasts, and dazzlingly white long legs are exposed.

However, Xiao Jingxuan folded his hands across his chest and just watched coldly, indifferent and without any interest at all.

He thought it was because he had lived in the blue sky and clouds since he was a child, and had been pure and abstinent for many years.

Only then can one keep the body and mind as steady as a rock, and only then can one look at this erotic picture of spring with such a calm mind.

Until the day when the army of the cultivation world attacked the Fuguang Palace.

Seven years later, he saw Chu Huaizhou again, floating in the air playing the piano, with rain and snow piled up on his shoulders.

The white Taoist robe he wore was as soft and thin as white silk, with a faint silver light flowing through it, which made his brows and eyes look cold and clear, and his demeanor lofty.

As white as snow on the mountain top.

Xiao Jingxuan suddenly came to his senses. Yes, this was the kind of person he wanted.

For the first time, he felt the desire to conquer Chu Huaizhou.

He was injured and caught in the rain that day, and he developed a high fever at night and had strange dreams.

Chu Huaizhou, floating in the air during the day, as unreachable as the bright moon, untainted by dust, playing the piano.

And at night, she lay on his soft couch, breathing softly, her soft and thick eyelashes were wet, and the corners of her eyes were red.

The soft hair was wet with sweat and stuck softly to the temples and face.

She was as charming and alluring as those singing and dancing concubines who were sent to please him.

The difference is that, in those phoenix eyes, there is no charm or submission; instead, there is stubbornness, elegance and coldness.

Her moist red lips parted slightly, revealing a soft and gentle voice, and she said viciously: "Xiao Jingxuan! Get out!"

At that instant, all the blood in his body seemed to flow backwards, rushing into his brain.

At that time, he vaguely realized that he seemed to have no feelings for women.

As for her feelings towards Chu Huaizhou, she couldn't explain whether it was admiration or just the simple feeling of not being able to see him being so high and mighty.

He wanted to pull this high-ranking official down from the altar.

Xiao Jingxuan's mind was confused again. Many emotions intertwined together, confusing him so much that he couldn't tell the directions.

Chu Huaizhou was stunned for a moment, and sat stiffly on the stool for a long time, his mind was full of shamelessness! Dirty and filthy!

The "homosexuality" was like a red-hot iron, waking up something deep in his heart, making his heart thunder and his face turn red.

He stood up suddenly, pursed his lips, his gloomy brows twitched, and the tips of his ears felt a little hot and slightly red.

"You...!" He didn't know what to say, feeling both ashamed and secretly happy.

Seeing how surprised he was, Xiao Jingxuan thought he had scared someone and quickly explained.

"Don't worry, Junior Master! I...I definitely don't have any disrespectful thoughts towards you!"

He even raised the oath gesture and stared at him firmly.

They sat facing each other in front of the window.

The wind suddenly blew during the day, and the leaves rustled.

The yellow and withered flying leaves fell on Chu Huaizhou's cloak, and the breeze lifted the hazy gauze curtain in front of his eyes.

Xiao Jingxuan saw that his long and fine eyelashes trembled slightly, as if the wings of a butterfly were stained with silver frost, which made him look inexplicably pitiful.

Junior master's eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and he was also cold and otherworldly. The light was mottled, and his face was as cold as frost. He was dazed for a moment.

Xiao Jingxuan's heart twitched, and he felt a dull pain for no apparent reason.

He said seriously: "I will treat you with respect and love in the future, Junior Master Uncle, and I will not have any false thoughts."

Chu Huaizhou smoothed his hair and smiled bitterly, "Xiao Jingxuan, remember what you said today."

His deep and pleasant voice, like the shattering jade of Kunlun, rang out in the rushing autumn wind, cold and indifferent.

Xiao Jingxuan knew that his junior uncle seemed to be angry again, but he just opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Uncle Junior, are you angry?"

He was very stupid. He didn't know why Chu Huaizhou was angry, nor did he know how to make him happy.

Chu Huaizhou said calmly: "That's your business, why should I be angry?"

But every word seems to be crying blood, every sentence feels like a knife cutting.

"Junior Master..." Xiao Jingxuan muttered.

He was in a state of confusion as he tried to explain, but he didn't know why or how to explain.

The shopkeeper saw that the atmosphere between the two was a little awkward, so when he stepped forward to speak, his voice was trembling and unclear.

"My dear guests, our inn really has no vacancies. I hope you can forgive me."

"Why are there no vacancies?" It was the woman who had just testified for Xiao Jingxuan, chewing peanuts leisurely.

She brushed off the peanut shells on her body, took two sips of wine, and then stood up.

"Boss, I'll be leaving soon." She raised her chin towards the upper floor, "Isn't that room perfect for them to stay in?"

The shopkeeper was startled, then he nodded and said, "Yes, yes, yes, in this way, there will be an empty room."

Xiao Jingxuan smiled and nodded, saying, "Thank you for your noble act, young lady."

The woman raised her eyebrows, her posture was very casual, and she looked a little more chivalrous and heroic. "Thank you, it's not necessary."

"This lady wants to ask the Immortal Lord for another thing."

Xiao Jingxuan asked: "What does the girl want?"

She said mysteriously, "I would like to borrow the Immortal Lord's ears."

"Ear?" Xiao Jingxuan subconsciously touched his earlobe.

He looked at the woman's table again and even thought that his ears would become the appetizer in the next second.

Seeing his shocked expression, the woman achieved her goal and laughed twice, her hearty laughter echoing throughout the inn.

She said, "Please come closer and listen, Immortal Lord."