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

Sang Yunqi returned to the back mountain, but did not go directly back to his room. Instead, he sensed something and went straight to the room chosen by Chu Xinglan.

He quietly pushed open the door and took in the entire scene in the room.

The room is not big. There is a set of wooden tables and chairs placed near the door and window, and an old futon is placed opposite it.

Apart from that, there is nothing else.

Chu Xinglan was curled up on the futon at the moment, sleeping soundly.

Sang Yunqi frowned, he was really dissatisfied with this room.

He couldn't even remember why there was such a dilapidated place in the mountain behind him. It was not a place to live at all.

And if he was not mistaken, this place was the farthest from his hospital.

Is it because Xing Lan felt wronged because of him that she deliberately wants to stay away from him?

Thinking of this, Sang Yunqi felt even more disgusted with the people who bullied Chu Xinglan this afternoon.

The world of cultivation has become increasingly chaotic in recent years!

Because of Sang Yunqi's guilt and worries, Chu Xinglan opened his eyes the next day and found himself sleeping in his master's bed again!

His originally somewhat sleepy mind suddenly became clear, and he heaved a sigh of relief when he realized that Sang Yunqi was not in the room.

"What's going on? Am I sleepwalking?"

Chu Xinglan looked through the window and found that it was still early, so he tiptoed towards the house he had chosen yesterday, trying to create the illusion that nothing had happened.

But when he reached the house, he found that the house as big as his had disappeared!

Even the foundation was gone, and Chu Xinglan stood on the empty flat ground, feeling completely messy.

Not only did I sleepwalk, but I also lost my house? There's no way to explain this!

Just when Chu Xinglan was at a loss, Sang Yunqi's voice reached his ears.

"Get up and come to the top of the mountain."

Chu Xinglan understood instantly that this was another message from his spiritual sense. He could sense that he was awake from such a distance, so what happened last night...

Thinking of this, Chu Xinglan didn’t dare to think any further and resigned himself to running towards the top of the mountain.

Sang Yunqi was standing where Chu Xinglan stood yesterday morning. When he heard his footsteps and turned around, he saw Chu Xinglan with his head down.

"what happened?"

Chu Xinglan looked at him and pursed her lips.

"Master, the room where I slept yesterday is gone, and I don't know what happened."

"Also, I didn't mean to go to sleep in your bed. I might have a sleepwalking problem."

The more he spoke, the softer Chu Xinglan's voice became, and his little head almost drooped to the ground.

Sang Yunqi chuckled, raised his hand, and his spiritual power wrapped around Chu Xinglan and brought him into his arms.

"I was the one who tore down the house, and I carried you to my bed."

"what?"

Chu Xinglan looked up at him in surprise, and saw that he looked disapproving.

"That room is too small and not suitable for living."

"I have redecorated a room for you next to my bedroom. I will bring it to you after today's training mission is completed."

Chu Xinglan nodded dazedly. Sang Yunqi stopped talking and began Chu Xinglan's first lesson in cultivating immortals.

The whole morning was spent with Sang Yunqi's explanations and Chu Xinglan's questions.

Sang Yunqi mainly talks about the development history of the demon race, and how the ancestors of the demon race pioneered and led many demons into Taoism.

It also includes some advantages and weaknesses of the monster race compared to humans, and even the demon race is mentioned.

Moreover, Sang Yunqi not only narrates orally, but also uses his spiritual power to sketch out simple pictures to assist.

Chu Xinglan felt like he was watching a vivid documentary, and his blood was boiling.

When Sang Yunqi stopped, it was already noon. He did not continue, but simply withdrew his spiritual power.

"Let's go. I'll take you to the dining hall for dinner today."

Chu Xinglan was surprised for a moment. According to his observation, Sang Yunqi did not eat anything. He should be fasting. Why did he suddenly want to eat today and go to the dining hall?

Sang Yunqi took two steps and saw Chu Xinglan still standing there without moving. He turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, Master, let's go."

At this time, the dining hall was bustling with many disciples chatting and exchanging their cultivation experiences.

But all this came to an abrupt end when Sang Yunqi led Chu Xinglan into the gate.

Everyone looked at the man and the beast who came in with confusion, not understanding why they appeared here.

Sang Yunqi didn't care what these people thought, and took Chu Xinglan straight to the food window.

Because Chu Xinglan was too small, Sang Yunqi held him in his arms while he chose the dishes, and Sang Yunqi also held the plate.

Chu Xinglan didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He had been hugged by Sang Yunqi in front of so many people before, and he didn't feel there was anything wrong.

Sang Yunqi quickly took Chu Xinglan to find an empty seat, sat opposite him and watched him eat patiently.

Chu Xinglan always felt that something was not right, so he ate a few bites in a hurry and stopped.

"Not to your liking?"

Chu Xinglan shook his head. In fact, the meals in the dining hall were just ordinary dishes. They did not contain any spiritual energy and were definitely not as good as what Sang Yunqi had given him before.

However, Chu Xinglan still misses it when he eats it occasionally. It tastes very good.

Sang Yunqi didn't say anything. He naturally took the plate in front of Chu Xinglan, slowly took out a pair of chopsticks, and started eating slowly.

"!!!"

Chu Xinglan couldn't believe his eyes. What was Sang Yunqi doing?

Not only Chu Xinglan, but all the disciples in the dining hall were petrified on the spot as they were shocked. For a while, the sound of chopsticks falling to the ground could be heard continuously.

However, Sang Yunqi seemed not to have heard at all. He continued to eat while speaking patiently to Chu Xinglan.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you when we get back. There are rules in the cafeteria that food cannot be wasted."

Chu Xinglan nodded blankly, which was considered as his agreement. The key point was that he didn't dare to refute Sang Yunqi at all.

He felt that Sang Yunqi must be sick!

He dismantled the house in the middle of the night, carried himself to sleep in his bed, and even ate his leftovers in the cafeteria. Was the reason he wanted to avoid wasting food?

Chu Xinglan felt that he couldn't even do this. This behavior was really... too intimate!

But Sang Yunqi did it as if it was natural.

Chu Xinglan was already wondering whether he should secretly contact Xu Zhuo to come over and check what happened to Sang Yunqi.

It's really scary!

It was also pleasing to watch when Sang Yunqi was eating. Although his movements were elegant, his speed was not slow.

In just a short while, he had cleared the plate.

His eyes seemed to glance around the entire audience casually, with a hint of dissatisfaction and warning in them.