Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Immortal Yun Huai paused as he was adjusting his clothes. His collar hung loosely at one side, revealing his fair and round shoulders.

To put it bluntly, it seemed like she was deliberately seducing people, but the next second, Yu Changfeng, who was laughing in his heart, no longer thought so.

"What?" Yun Huai blew his nose and glared, "You brought Yun Lan down with you?"

"Didn't I tell you not to tell him the news?"

He was so ferocious that he seemed like an angry lion ready to eat people alive.

Yu Changfeng transformed himself into a little white rabbit shivering in the corner, still trying to make excuses even when he was about to die.

"Yun Huai, listen to me, I...I didn't tell him the news!"

"There are many eyes and ears in Biluoyun Peak, but even if I don't tell him, he will always hear it somewhere else."

"Especially the Shuwei Hall! It's simply an information collection center. I can't poison and silence all the disciples, right?"

"Then why am I still known for my kindness? Wouldn't that make me a heartless and insane Pavilion Master?"

“Then, people in the future will say that the Pavilion Master of Biluoyun Peak, in order to follow the instructions of his Taoist companion, actually cruelly attacked his disciples.”

The famous Yun Huai Immortal Venerable rolled his eyes at him speechlessly, "You have a very rich imagination."

"Who in the future would be willing to talk about you? You are stupid and foolish, and you are not trustworthy at all."

He was a little annoyed, pulled up the clothes that had slipped into his arms, and walked towards the gathering place of disciples with big strides.

"Hey? Where are you going?"

"I'll take people to get Yun Lan back." Yun Huai walked with great momentum, and his answer was simple, clear and straightforward.

"Oh, no, the wound on your shoulder is inflamed and ulcerated! Can you please stop torturing me?"

Yun Huai's face was filled with anxiety, his thick eyebrows knitted tightly, "If I don't make trouble, what about my junior brother and that stupid apprentice?"

Yu Changfeng jogged over and grabbed his wrist fiercely, "Don't go, I'll bring people to rescue them, I'll bring people to rob them, okay?"

"Besides, you took people to rescue them. Do you know where the Dark Dragon took them?"

Yun Huai turned his head away proudly and said stubbornly, "I don't know, but I can find it."

It makes some unrealistic sense, isn't it just an example of looking for a needle in a haystack?

Yu Changfeng gathered all the uninjured disciples together, leaving a small number of them to guard the magic circle and protect Master Yun Huai.

Just as he was about to set off, he stopped to think about something, and suddenly turned back.

He looked at Yun Huai's gentle face and eyes that concealed imperceptible worry, and walked over without hesitation.

She took his hand in public and asked softly, "Do you want to come with me?"

Yun Huai was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what he was asking. He didn't react and didn't answer.

Yu Changfeng continued, glancing at the disciples behind him, "I'm always worried about leaving you to them."

Looking at those annoying disciples whose eyes showed that they were unreliable.

He always felt that when danger occurred, instead of them protecting Yun Huai, they added burden to Yun Huai.

Moreover, he was not brought with him and was left in such a hellish place.

Yu Changfeng always felt like there was a stone hanging in his heart that couldn't be put down, and he was worried.

"Why don't you come with me? Aren't you worried about your junior brother?"

The corners of Yun Huai's mouth rose slightly, as if there were some stars twinkling in his eyes, revealing a subtle but brilliant smile.

"Okay, let's go together."

"I'll protect you."

"I'm not seriously injured. I don't need your protection."

Yu Changfeng said firmly: "I will protect you."

"........."

Yun Huai, who was too lazy to pay attention to the childish boy, shook off his hand and walked straight into the team.

Seeing this, Ye Cijing scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Your Excellency Yun Huai, you are still injured, how can you go too?"

Yun Huai looked calm and composed, and said seriously: "Your Pavilion Master knows that he is not good at learning skills, so he is afraid."

"Ah? The Pavilion Master is scared?" Ye Cijing obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't dare to refute it, "Oh."

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Xiao Jingxuan swam for a long time, and perhaps because of his wrong posture, he felt his arms, legs and feet were numb.

The Nether Dragon swam very fast on the seabed, and despite its huge body, it was still very flexible in its movements.

Precisely because of its huge size, it is not so easy to lose track in the increasingly dark seabed.

Finally, they stopped in front of a strange palace built with black reefs. It was here that the Nether Dragon disappeared carrying the junior master.

Every part of this reef palace exudes weirdness, as if it is supported by a huge barrier.

Once people walk in, they can breathe in and out normally, just like they were living on land.

There are some hideous scratches on the wall of the reef, which are connected to form a huge mural, quietly telling the passage of time.

There was light in the corridor, a cold green ghost fire, burning dimly, crackling from time to time, like the miserable cries of evil spirits.

Xiao Jingxuan groped forward, without any fear in his heart, and even felt a little contempt and disdain.

This dark and haunted place is not even one-tenth as bad as the magic palace he once lived in.

He just touched the wall, the scratches of varying depths and unevenness, and there were always some bugs wriggling in the grooves.

This made him feel a little sick, but he had to hold on because the corridor was set up with an illusion by the Nether Dragon.

There was a half-way point that looked like a path to take, but it was actually an empty space, and he almost stepped on empty space.

Xiao Jingxuan could only block his own sense of touch and speed up his pace.

Suddenly, without paying attention to his feet, he seemed to kick over something. He looked closely and found that it was a small wooden box.

"What is it? An urn?"

With the thought that the dead are the most important, he bent down and was about to reach out to pick it up.

The lid of the wooden box suddenly and strangely opened, and a ball of black gas emerged from it, condensing into a hideous face, and a terrifying smile gradually unfolded.

Then, in the silent and dead air, bursts of strange and sharp laughter were heard, coming from far away and near.

It was circling around in his mind, but as the Demon Lord, he was already tired of this kind of little trick of teasing and intimidating people.

After that moment, when the cold sweat and fear that had risen up on my back subsided, I felt that it was nothing.

Xiao Jingxuan raised the corner of his lips in mockery, grabbed the wooden box, and threw it far away as if to vent his anger.

"This dragon is still a childish ghost, playing tricks that even little brats disdain."

There was no sound of the wooden box falling to the ground, but the roar of the evil ghost in the air suddenly stopped, as if its mouth was suddenly covered by a cloth.

A dull sound came from deep in the corridor, accompanied by the erratic sound of wind chimes, and it seemed like the sound of a blunt butcher knife chopping bones.

There was also the ticking of the stone walls and the distant echoing of footsteps, forming a strange melody.

Suddenly, blood began to seep out of the grooves on the wall, forming a strange human shape...

Xiao Jingxuan frowned and looked, and as the bright red and sticky blood slowly formed a closed shape.

His pupils suddenly contracted and his originally calm heartbeat became violent, echoing in his ears.

That bloodstained face turned out to be Chu Huaizhou!