Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou neither insisted on going, nor gave up and said he would not go.

He was wearing a sky-blue brocade robe and had a handsome appearance, but his face had a cold expression.

His gentleness adds a bit of coldness and hardness that makes him look distant and distant. Although he still looks beautiful, he is also difficult to approach.

But it is precisely because of this that it is easier for people to develop the desire to obtain and to possess something exclusively.

His skin was light and slightly pale, and when his long, soft eyelashes drooped, they easily cast shadows on his eyelids.

"I heard that the Pavilion Master selected a number of names of disciples with high cultivation. Are you planning to take them along?"

Yu Changfeng nodded pitifully, "Well, this trip is dangerous, I must make all the necessary plans."

"I have only heard rumors that the Nether Dragon is extremely dangerous, but we have no way of knowing its true strength. I have no choice but to use 60% of my strength to fight it."

There were waves of light flowing in Chu Huaizhou's eyes, as gentle as the gurgling of spring water, but it was impossible to tell what was in his mind.

"Master, what you said is absolutely right," he nodded slightly to show his agreement, his eyes seemed to be hesitant and doubtful, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Yu Changfeng waved his sleeves, his tone not only showed helplessness, but also some doting and indulgence, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"As long as you don't want to go to the Netherworld Sea to save people, I can agree to your request without hesitation."

"The Pavilion Master is bringing so many disciples with him." Chu Huaizhou raised the corners of his lips and smiled, deliberately slowing down his tone.

"Won't it slow down our progress? What if we can't catch up with the ebb tide of the Netherworld Sea?"

"No, absolutely not." Yu Changfeng raised his eyebrows confidently, "We will reach the Netherworld Sea before the morning of Mao, and just wait for the tide to recede."

"Oh," Chu Huaizhou nodded thoughtfully, and his slightly frowned brows relaxed, "The Pavilion Master is really far-sighted."

Even though Yu Changfeng is the leader of the Immortal Sect, his actual mentality is that of a young boy who becomes elated when he is praised.

His brain seemed to have been eaten, and he was extremely happy. "Of course, I never fight a battle without preparation."

"In that case, I have nothing to worry about. Pavilion Master, I will take my leave first."

Yu Changfeng didn't know what was going to happen at this moment. He thought he had persuaded him and turned away with great satisfaction.

"Well, go back and have a good rest. Don't walk around and don't listen to those rumors. There's not much truth in them."

"Okay." He responded indifferently, with a stern look on his face, as if he had decided to pretend to obey but actually disobey.

Chu Huaizhou turned and left, his thin shirt blown away by the wind, and he just left it slightly loose, his long hair seemed unkempt and also scattered behind him.

Yu Changfeng was still immersed in the joy of being praised, with a grin on his face that made him look like a retard.

I really didn't expect that, with God's mercy, I, Yu Changfeng, would actually wait for such a day.

Yun Huai said that Yun Lan was very good at insulting others, but it was difficult for him to praise others.

If Yun Lan could praise me once, he would allow me to move into his house and eat and sleep with him.

Yu Changfeng rubbed his hands. Just thinking about such a sweet and happy life made him extremely excited.

But why do I feel like I've been tricked? I always feel like he's not really praising me, but is trying to trick me...

Hey! Never mind, Yu Changfeng's mind was full of staggering: Should I go pack my things first? Move over first?

After I bring Yun Huai back, I will give him a surprise?

He will definitely be very happy too. As long as he is in a good mood, his injury will heal quickly.

Therefore, Yu Changfeng lay on the bed of Immortal Yun Huai, tossing and turning all night long and unable to fall asleep.

Early the next morning, before the hour of Mao, he gathered the disciples on the roster and set off.

When we first arrived at the Netherworld Ocean, there was a man standing on the deserted beach, his clothes fluttering in the chilly sea breeze.

The man was dressed in silky white, with a tall and graceful figure. His ink-black hair fell to his waist and was tied up with just a jade hairpin. On his waist was a long sword with light sky-blue tassels.

Yu Changfeng rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then turned to ask the disciple behind him, "Is there something wrong with my eyes?"

The disciple was almost frightened by this strange scene and dared not respond. Besides, any answer would offend the person.

Yu Changfeng stretched out his foot suspiciously, "Why do I see a man in white standing on the beach?"

After a while, a few brave disciples took a few steps forward and shouted, "Master, you are not mistaken."

"There was indeed a man standing on that dark beach, wearing a white brocade robe with green edges and carrying a long sword."

"Master, I see that man looks like..."

Yu Changfeng suddenly came to his senses and roared with full energy, interrupting the disciple's words, saying, "Yunlan!"

He knew that he should have thought of it long ago. With his stubborn personality, once he made a decision, ten bulls could not pull him back.

Even if you don't let him go, the situation will be the same as it is now. He will be waiting for you on the road you must pass.

I should have been suspicious a long time ago. How could this person praise me so easily?

Chu Huaizhou turned around upon hearing the voice and bowed respectfully to him, "Master, how are you? I have been waiting for you for a long time."

He looked graceful, and his deep eyes were like a calm well, without any emotion visible.

However, the straight back declares the owner's firm determination to never retreat and his stubborn temper.

At this point, Yu Changfeng couldn't even utter a word of blame and could only sigh softly.

The tone was like asking and answering a question, "Yunlan, are you trying to tell me that you have to go and no one can stop you?"

Occasionally, low roars and roars could be heard in the distance. There was not a cloud in the sky, and no reefs or ships on the black sea.

It was just that dizzying, chilling deep blue gradually turning into black.

The salty and fierce sea breeze blew towards them, making everyone's hair even more messy and making them stagger.

"Yes," his voice rang out in the fierce wind, as sonorous and powerful as a magic needle that stabilizes the sea.

This time, there was no more indifference in Chu Huaizhou's eyes. Instead, there was an unshakable firmness.

"You...this..." Yu Changfeng stared at him for a long time, but in the end said nothing.

"Master, there is someone I care about very much, and he is still at the bottom of the Netherworld. I have to go down."

When he mentioned this, that person's frivolous smile flashed before his eyes, like a thin hook hooking the softest part of his heart.

"Hey, go, go, I haven't told you not to go yet. Besides, can I stop you?"

Yu Changfeng's face was full of helplessness, but his heart was bleeding: Woo woo woo, in the end, I have to bear it all alone.

The cool sea breeze brushed against his face, and he finally realized, "Hey, Yunlan, who do you care about the most?"

It’s not that Yu Changfeng was making a fuss. Chu Huaizhou was cold and indifferent to everyone all day long, as if he didn’t have normal human emotions.

Who would have thought that such a person would one day say such sweet words as "someone who is particularly important to me".

Chu Huaizhou originally thought he had escaped danger and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but halfway through, he suddenly asked again.

He swallowed the breath back and whispered, "Pavilion Master, ask..."

Yu Changfeng raised his hand, turned his head away and closed his eyes, looking smug, "Hey, you don't have to say anything, I know everything."

Chu Huaizhou, who was frantically trying to make up for it in his heart, slowly asked a series of question marks: "Ah? What did the Pavilion Master know?"

He lowered his voice and said, "I know that you two brothers have a deep bond. No one can compare to it and no one can replace it."

"But Yun Huai is irreplaceable in my heart. There is no substitute for him in the entire Three Realms. Even if you don't go down, I will risk my life to bring him back."

Chu Huaizhou had no idea what Yu Changfeng meant by these words: "……………I know that the Pavilion Master values ​​talent."

Yu Changfeng then felt that he seemed to be a little too partial, and Master Duanshui quickly added: "I treat you the same way in my heart."

"If you encounter such a thing in the future, I will also gather the disciples in the sect to rescue you."

Chu Huaizhou said calmly: "Master, thank you very much in advance, but you still want me to order."

"Ahaha." Yu Changfeng laughed dryly. "That's true. Trouble comes from the mouth. Let's say something good."

As he spoke, he carefully observed Chu Huaizhou's facial expression and thought: Fortunately, I changed my words quickly, so he probably didn't notice anything?

Chu Huaizhou had something on his mind, so he put all his energy and thoughts into it. Plus, his mind was pure, so he saw everything as that, and he really didn't notice anything.

I just thought that since the Pavilion Master was risking his life to save my senior brother, he must need my senior brother's help in handling the affairs within the sect, so he couldn't do without my senior brother.

I don't know how Xiao Jingxuan is doing now? Is his injury better? Has he summoned his weapon?

Chu Huaizhou was worried and thinking about all sorts of things, when he suddenly heard someone shouting, "The tide is receding! The path to the Netherworld Sea has been cleared!"

The deep, dark sea water slowly receded from the beach, and then slowly and magically flowed to both sides.

An ancient road leading directly to the seabed was revealed, with bluestone steps extending downwards to the bottom of the sea.

The first time Chu Huaizhou went down, he was still a handsome young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. At that age, he was arrogant and fearless.

When I looked down again at this moment, I felt an inexplicable fear in my heart, just a little creepy.

"Strange, why is it so weird?" He took two steps forward, staring at the stone steps and muttered, "It doesn't feel real when I step on it."

"Wait! Your Excellency Yunlan, don't go down yet! It's not even the morning hour yet, how can the Netherworld Sea open up?"

Someone retorted: "I have read in ancient books that whether the Netherworld Sea will open a path is decided by the Netherworld Dragon."

"But now, the seabed has undergone tremendous changes, so it is reasonable to open a different road than usual."

"If we don't come down now, and if we miss the opportunity, we will have to come back tomorrow. Wouldn't that put Junior Brother Hai Di in more danger?"

Some people thought what he said made sense, while others thought he was just hearing it from others. In the end, everyone turned their attention to Yu Changfeng.

The sea, which was calm in the past, now became turbulent, with raging waves and no one knew what was happening underneath.

He really couldn't make up his mind. If he was alone, he would have just given up, but now he was carrying everyone's lives on his shoulders.

With one more order, everyone will bet their lives on him, and he will decide everyone's life or death.

Yu Changfeng was in a dilemma, looking towards Chu Huaizhou subconsciously, "Yunlan, what do you think? Should we go down or wait?"

Chu Huaizhou's thoughts were not as heavy as the Pavilion Master's, so he said almost without thinking: "I want to do it, whether you do it or not is your business."

His cold and pleasant voice, mixed with the cold morning sea breeze, fell, and the man had already turned and walked into the depths.

"Hey! Yunlan! You are such a... Can you at least let us be mentally prepared?" Yu Changfeng shouted.

"It's dangerous to go there. If there are any disciples who want to escape, I won't force them. It's up to them whether to go to the sea or not."

After saying this, he turned around and stepped onto the bluestone steps, his steps firm and powerful.

It got darker the further down he went. Chu Huaizhou was wearing a white sable fur coat and walking in the gloom, all alone.

He raised his hand and lit a pale flame, which could only dimly illuminate the road beneath his feet. He was ready to brighten the flame in his palm to facilitate his investigation of the surrounding situation.

Suddenly someone grabbed his wrist from behind, someone held him in a circle, and then snuffed out the faint light in his palm.

Chu Huaizhou was just looking back, but before he could see the face of the person behind him clearly, everything in front of him became dark.

I only roughly saw that the man was wearing plain white clothes and was slightly taller than me by a head.

He thought it was Yu Changfeng, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Master, what did you do to turn off my light?"

The natural scent of hormones enveloped him, as clear as the frosted pine trees after the first snow.

There is also a slightly salty and sweet smell of blood, with a very faint and elegant tea rose fragrance. How could the Pavilion Master have the tea rose fragrance on him?

Everything nearby is dark, vision is limited, and other senses are infinitely magnified.

The smell filling the tip of my nose, the warm breath on my earlobes, and the body temperature coming through the clothes.

Chu Huaizhou felt reassured that the person who was holding him tightly in his arms was at least not a non-human.

But it is definitely not the Pavilion Master. If it was really him, why wouldn’t he dare to answer?

Chu Huaizhou took advantage of the other party's laxity and unexpectedly grabbed the other party's neck with his backhand, and shouted in a low and vigilant voice.

"Who?! Who are you? Why did you turn off my light?"

He pinched hard enough that the other person's breathing gradually became weaker and it seemed that he could hardly make a sound.

"Uh...ah...little...cough cough..."

Chu Huaizhou quickly loosened his fingertips slightly and thought to himself: Sorry, sorry, it is easy to get nervous in a dim environment, and once you get nervous you will overexert yourself.

The man took deep breaths, his breathing was so rough and heavy that Chu Huaizhou blushed for no apparent reason.

"Uncle Junior Master, even a faint light can easily disturb the Nether Dragon."