After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chu Xinglan has been living in Sang Yunqi's house since he was brought back.

Sang Yunqi also let him choose a room, but he thought this one was the biggest and best and refused to leave, and Sang Yunqi didn't say anything.

At the beginning, he hardly saw Sang Yunqi. Even in the second half of the month when they were eating, drinking and having fun together, Sang Yunqi seldom came back to the room.

This was the first time he opened his eyes and saw Sang Yunqi, who was sleeping.

Even though Chu Xinglan covered his face, the scene he had just seen was still surging in his mind uncontrollably.

It really is... vivid and lifelike.

This time, not only his face, he even felt like his whole body was burning.

Chu Xinglan quickly turned over and sat up with his back to Sang Yunqi.

He didn't hear any movement from Sang Yunqi, so he jumped off the bed and ran out the door.

Chu Xinglan felt the whistling sound of the wind in his ears and ran all the way to the top of the mountain. Only then did he feel his heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

This was his first time to the top of the mountain. From here, the huge Cangkong Mountain was shrouded in a thin sea of ​​clouds.

The golden sunlight penetrated the clouds, giving the white clouds golden edges. The refracted colorful light jumped and moved, and Chu Xinglan was instantly shocked.

He even thought he could hear the sounds of disciples getting up early and doing morning exercises on various mountains, the sounds of elders giving morning lessons, and the sounds of disciples laughing and playing in the dining hall.

Unconsciously, Chu Xinglan closed his eyes.

Soon after, I could hear birds singing, fish leaping, insects crawling, and leaves rustling in the wind.

Chu Xinglan was completely immersed in it, and his thoughts gradually became empty.

Sang Yunqi suddenly appeared silently behind Chu Xinglan, wearing a loose robe.

Looking at Chu Xinglan who had entered a meditative state, he raised the end of his eyebrows slightly, but did not make a sound to disturb him.

He was indeed not awake when Chu Xinglan woke up this morning, but he heard it when Chu Xinglan ran out.

I was really worried that something had happened to the little guy, so I just put on my coat and followed him out.

But I didn't expect that this guy would enter a state of meditation after standing on the top of the mountain for a while. If he is lucky, he might get some results.

Sang Yunqi simply took out the tea table and chairs, found a place nearby where he would not disturb Chu Xinglan, and started to boil water and make tea.

Chu Xinglan had no idea how much time had passed. When he opened his eyes reluctantly, the sun was already high in the sky.

He felt that he had changed a little, but he couldn't tell where the change had occurred.

He was planning to go back and ask Sang Yunqi what had happened to him, but when he turned around, he saw Sang Yunqi, who was leisurely sipping tea not far from him, with a naturally lazy and casual look on his face.

The image that I had finally gotten rid of in my mind this morning popped up again in an instant.

"what--"

Chu Xinglan screamed in a very cowardly manner and ran away, as if something was chasing him from behind, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Sang Yunqi looked in the direction of the mountain and couldn't help but frown.

What happened to this guy?

Chu Xinglan didn't care about anything and rushed out of the back mountain, and then he got lost.

"..."

"A sin!"

But he didn't dare to go back like this. He didn't know how to face Sang Yunqi at all.

I just wandered aimlessly along the path.

I don’t know if it’s because this place is too close to the back mountain, but I haven’t seen anyone passing by, so Chu Xinglan couldn’t find anyone to ask for directions.

But soon, he relaxed.

Cangqiong Mountain was actually quite different from what he had imagined. In his impression, the largest sect should be solemn and luxurious, with a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps.

But in fact, Cangqiong Mountain gave him the feeling of being low-key, simple, and free.

Especially when he passed by several places where disciples gathered to practice and attend classes, the atmosphere was very relaxed.

From time to time, people would see him and greet him from a distance, showing respect as a junior.

But even in such a paradise, there are always a few bad apples.

Chu Xinglan looked expressionlessly at the group of people in front of him who were blocking his way and asked in a cold voice.

"Is something wrong?"

The leading young man raised his chin, looked him up and down, and then spoke with disdain.

"Are you Chu Xinglan?"

Chu Xinglan ignored him and wanted to turn around and take another route, but was stopped by another young man.

"Mr. Mo is asking you a question. Are you deaf?"

Obviously, he is here to cause trouble.

Without even looking up, Chu Xinglan could imagine the other person's face that deserved a beating.

Chu Xinglan glanced around and found that the place was indeed remote and suitable for doing things that could not be seen by others.

Moreover, he had just realized that the group of people in front of him were obviously coming for him, and they would not let him go until they achieved their goal.

Thinking of this, Chu Xinglan simply decided not to leave. He just squatted where he was, raised his head, and looked at the leading boy with a pair of red pupils with amusement.

He smacked his lips and said, "Mr. Mo, huh."

"Which elder's disciple are you? Don't you know how to bow when you see your ancestors?"

Sang Yunqi is the ancestor of everyone, there is nothing wrong with him.

After meeting his gaze for a second, Maureen subconsciously looked away. When he came to his senses, he looked angry and embarrassed.

"What kind of ancestor are you? You are just a beast whose hair hasn't even grown out yet. How could you let Venerable Xing Heng accept you as his disciple? What makes you think you can do that?"

The three people behind him also followed suit.

"That's right. Maybe he used some shameful means to deceive Venerable Xing Heng."

"A beast, yet he still has the nerve to show off in the sect. He really has no self-awareness."

"Brother Mo, why waste time talking to him? Let's get rid of this evil for the people today!"

"Yes, to eliminate harm for the people!"

Chu Xinglan looked at these four people talking to each other, and the uneasiness in his eyes slowly turned into excitement, as if he was doing justice for the heavens. He couldn't help but frowned.

"You guys wanna fight me?"

Mo Lin took out his sword and looked at Chu Xinglan with disdain, "Action? That's so lowly. Of course I want you to disappear forever!"

After saying that, he raised his sword and stabbed forward.

Seeing this, the other three also took out their weapons.

Chu Xinglan was not too panicked, not to mention that he still had a trace of spiritual consciousness left by Sang Yunqi protecting him.

Even the movements of these people seemed extremely slow to him, and it was very easy for them to dodge.

This surprised him a little, and he became more eager to try it.

Chu Xinglan chuckled, "Then I'll play with you guys. I haven't stretched my muscles for a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xinglan dodged Mo Lin's sword tip with extremely fast movements, flashed behind him, jumped up, and kicked Mo Lin's back hard with his hind legs.

Because he was worried that his small body didn't have enough strength, he deliberately used a little more force.

Then Morin, who had a ferocious look on his face just now, flew out directly.

Finally he used his face to stop his forward momentum, and the sword in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell to the side.

Chu Xinglan raised his eyebrows excitedly, "Oh, is that all you can do?"