Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan leaned against the wooden door, his head tilted back in ecstasy, his neck stretched out, his Adam's apple bulging up and down, extremely charming.

"Chu Huaizhou..." Perhaps his evil ambition had completely blinded his reason, and he actually pronounced his name in such a tender voice.

"Junior Master... Chu Huaizhou... uh... ah..."

With the dim light coming into the bathroom from the window, he could vaguely see the large patch of shimmering, decadent water between his fingers.

There were two healthy blushes on his face, spreading from the base of his neck to behind his ears, and his thin lips were also wet with a light red.

The candlelight flickered in the mist, becoming a little blurry. The two tall trees outside the bathroom were projected onto the wall.

Perhaps due to the mist and double images, it actually looked like they were rubbing each other's ears, which was particularly ambiguous and affectionate.

Xiao Jingxuan was breathing softly. He had been in the shower for a long time, and the roots of his thick, dark, and soft eyelashes were all wet.

It was like a silver butterfly flying into the Changbai Snow Mountain, with white frost on its beautiful wings. When it trembled slightly, frost and water droplets fell down.

He looked at his long, bony fingers in a daze, put them into the bathtub and washed them carefully.

I was thinking in a daze: I don't know when I developed such lustful thoughts about my junior master-master.

Perhaps it was in the previous life, in that small bamboo house on a rainy day, that evil intention was vaguely born.

Or maybe it was after he was reborn that I saw him playing chess with his eyes blindfolded, saw him playing the piano, saw him making hand seals and setting up formations, and saw him exorcising evil spirits.

Beneath that cold, aloof, indifferent, and immortal appearance, there is actually a soft and compassionate heart.

His junior uncle is actually that good too.

Xiao Jingxuan took another cold shower to calm down the heat that was rising in his forehead before leaving the shower room.

Everyone gathered together and talked incessantly about what had just happened, while enjoying peanuts and good wine.

"It's really unexpected. How could a person who delivers food every day suddenly become like that?"

"Things in life are unpredictable, and the big intestine is bound to the small intestine."

"Who can tell who will be the next one to be possessed by a ghost?"

"Yeah, there shouldn't be anything wrong with the food he sent. I ate eight bowls of white rice yesterday!"

Xiao Jingxuan folded his hands and placed them on the back of his head. He strode over lazily and raised one of his eyebrows coolly.

"Who can say for sure? Can you expect something normal from a ghost?"

The content of his words was scary enough, and his deep and dark voice made them sound even more terrifying.

A few timid women were so frightened that they jumped up half a meter high and screamed, "Ahhhhhh! Ghost!"

Xiao Jingxuan still felt unsatisfied, so he tilted his head, squinted his eyes and smiled, "No ghost, it's a Taoist priest."

“Ahh, Immortal…Immortal…Immortal…Immortal…Immortal Lord! What are you doing? You scared us to death!”

A few delicate girls echoed with stammering complaints.

"Xian...Xian...Xian Jun, are you telling the truth? Are those ingredients really not normal?"

The sturdy man who said he had eaten eight bowls of white rice yesterday suddenly couldn't sit still and slammed the table to hide his panic.

Looking at the fat on his face, he looked exactly like the executioner. An ordinary person would have been frightened and speechless.

Not only was Xiao Jingxuan not afraid, he even thought that this man was naive and cute, so he smiled even more sincerely and harmlessly.

"Then do you think that the things sent by ghosts... ghosts... ghosts... ghosts... ghosts can be normal? Can people eat them?"

His loose and lazy words frightened everyone present, and they turned pale and the smiles on their faces froze.

Xiao Jingxuan sat down on the wide stool, raised his eyebrows casually, spoke in a low voice with a long drawl, as if he was telling an interesting story.

"Aaaahhh—I ate two bowls of white rice yesterday! And some braised pork ribs! Is there no hope?"

"Master...Master...Is it too late to induce vomiting now for the food we ate yesterday?"

Xiao Jingxuan spoke in a leisurely tone, supporting his chin meaningfully, pretending to be thinking, and then said leisurely.

"What did you eat yesterday? Twelve hours have passed since then. The toxins and miasma have already invaded your body."

He tilted his head, dragged out his words, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Do you think it's too late now?"

He couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, glanced around, and observed everyone's reactions with interest.

The little curve at the corners of the lips and the downward curvature of the eyes look beautiful yet inoffensive, extremely bad.

Everyone believed his words and discussed frantically and heatedly about what to do next.

Someone else asked loudly, "Didn't you eat anything in this restaurant yesterday? How can you be so calm and composed?"

"Because we are cultivators." Xiao Jingxuan shrugged helplessly, "Those things are nothing to us, and they are harmless."

The expression on that handsome face really showed that he deserved a beating to the extreme.

Xiao Jingxuan peeled two peanuts, squinted his eyes with a hint of amusement, drooped his eyelids, and yawned calmly and slowly.

The expressions of the people present were more interesting than each other. They stared at each other, and finally turned to him at the same time.

Some people said anxiously: "Immortal! Immortal Lord! How can you still be so at ease? Try to save us!"

"Will we become like him? I don't want that!"

"I can't help it." Xiao Jingxuan brushed off the peanut dandruff on his body, looking extremely lazy.

"Who has a solution? The Yunlan Immortal Venerable in the attic? Don't be ridiculous!"

"Yeah," Xiao Jingxuan glanced at the person who spoke coldly and indifferently, a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he snapped his fingers.

"You're right. I can't save you, but my junior uncle can save you. ..."

"Xiao Jingxuan! Stop talking nonsense!" A soft and shallow voice came from the attic, intimidating without even being angry.

Xiao Jingxuan was frightened unexpectedly - his whole body shuddered, the bench lifted up and he almost fell under the table.

He climbed the edge of the table in a very embarrassed manner, stood up tremblingly, scratched his head foolishly, and stammered honestly and straightforwardly: "Little...Little Master."

Chu Huaizhou glanced at him indifferently, without questioning or being overbearing, but just asked calmly -

"What were you doing just now?"

Xiao Jingxuan's eyes dodged, and he stood in front of him honestly and properly, saying: "I was just..."

But I was thinking in my heart: How can I say this? I can't say that I was just spreading rumors to confuse people, right?

"You are exaggerating." Chu Huaizhou opened his eyelids and said coldly.

He was dressed neatly, stood straight, with a serious expression on his face, and his gentle, deep black and purple eyes were filled with alienation and coldness.

When Xiao Jingxuan saw this face, his cheeks and ears turned red unconsciously, and he suddenly lowered his head.

He thought to himself: So this is called alarmist talk. My junior master is a scholar and is different from us.

A few people reacted, "Immortal Yunlan, does that mean we are fine?"

"It's okay, everything is okay." Chu Huaizhou's face showed gentleness, and his tone was patient to comfort everyone.

"This guy is an idiot," he glanced coldly at the man who was still immersed in shyness, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Xiao Jingxuan immediately smiled foolishly and wagged his tail, saying cheerfully, "My junior master is right."

Everyone has discovered that this little immortal will only become well-behaved and extremely obedient in front of the Immortal Master Yunlan.