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

A bonfire was built by the stream. Sang Yunqi held two skewered fish in his hands and roasted them patiently over the bonfire.

Chu Xinglan sat lazily beside him, occasionally hooking Sang Yunqi's hair and wrapping it around his fingertips to play with it.

Sang Yunqi was also good-natured and let him go, not even slightly noticing that half an hour ago the two of them were ignoring each other.

Sang Yunqi turned the fish over and asked.

"What are you going to do next? Do you want to visit other towns around here?"

Chu Xinglan curled his lips when he heard that, loosened his fingers, and without caring whether his body was dirty or not, he just lay on his back on the grass, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the white clouds slowly flowing in the sky.

"Master is really unromantic. Why are you talking about these annoying things?"

Sang Yunqi turned his head to look at his obviously depressed little disciple and raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, I am an old man who is thousands of years old. It is true that I am not lovable. Otherwise, why would Xing Lan still think about his beautiful wife and concubines?"

"To be honest, it's still Master who didn't do a good job. He's not magnanimous enough."

"I should have taken the initiative to find my two brothers to accompany Xinglan. How could I let Xinglan give me advice? I am really incompetent."

Chu Xinglan looked at his master who was still brooding over it, and felt a little amused.

He tilted his body, found a comfortable position to lie on Sang Yunqi's legs, and put his arms around his waist.

"Master, have you been reading some storybook behind my back? You're even trying to act like the wife of the first wife."

Sang Yunqi lowered his eyes and looked at his little disciple who was lying in his arms and acting coquettishly. He snorted softly, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

He did read the storybook, but there was definitely some difference between what he read and what his little disciple said. Thinking about those blushing scenes, Sang Yunqi would not admit a single word.

Chu Xinglan was just joking casually. He moved closer to Sang Yunqi's arms before speaking.

"No matter how many good men there are in this world, they are just like candles in front of the bright moon in front of our Master."

"I only want Master's brightest and most dazzling full moon."

Chu Xinglan said these two sentences seriously, even with a hint of solemnity, and they hit Sang Yunqi's heart hard.

Chu Xinglan raised his head in his arms and looked at Sang Yunqi frankly and sincerely.

"Master, I only want you."

Sang Yunqi subconsciously lowered his head to look into his eyes. When their eyes met, he clearly saw that the pair of bright red pupils were filled with his reflection.

With joy and admiration that was blatant and undisguised.

Sang Yunqi took a shallow breath, looked away as if he was scalded, turned the fish in his hand over and over several times, and finally resigned himself to sticking it into the ground.

Then she placed one hand on the back of Chu Xinglan's neck and lowered her head to kiss his lips.

The disordered restlessness in his chest made his movements even more urgent, as if this was the only way to vent and relieve stress.

Chu Xinglan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the flawless skin in front of him, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he also closed his eyes and took the initiative to entangle.

After an unknown amount of time, Sang Yunqi finally let go of Chu Xinglan, whose eyes were red, and gently kissed his moist eyes.

"You are good at sweet talk to make me happy."

Chu Xinglan quickly climbed up from his arms and glared at him angrily when he heard that.

"You are always jealous and take advantage of me."

Sang Yunqi was almost thrown into disarray by that amorous stare, and quickly picked up the neglected and half-cooked fish next to him and put it back on the fire to roast.

After the master and disciple had a close conversation, the little emotions that had not been considered anger at first disappeared, and they looked at each other with eyes that seemed to be tearing out of silk.

Chu Xinglan didn't want to do anything exciting yet, so he straightened his clothes and sat next to Sang Yunqi politely.

"Well, judging from the situation before, there shouldn't be anything else to ask from other places."

"I really can't believe what kind of thing can scare people like that just by saying its name and without even seeing its shadow."

"I think even Master can't do it."

"This trip was completely fruitless."

"If Master were to handle this matter, I'm sure he wouldn't take these detours."

Sang Yunqi did not discourage him, but comforted him in a gentle voice.

"There's no need to be discouraged. You did nothing wrong. I think your idea is very good."

"If you were really blind at the time and rushed in directly, I would have scolded you."

"Besides, not everything goes smoothly. How can something that others try so hard to cover up appear in front of you so easily?"

Hearing his master say this, Chu Xinglan felt much more comfortable and asked curiously about what he was thinking about.

"When Master was not yet a Venerable, did he go out to solve commissions like me?"

Sang Yunqi's smooth fish-roasting movements paused visibly, but he quickly continued as if nothing had happened.

"Of course, I can't just pull out the guy who caused the trouble, beat him up, and then torture him severely."

“There are times when not everyone can beat me.”

Chu Xinglan was about to nod when he sensed something was wrong, and three question marks appeared in his head.

What Master said...is there something wrong? Isn't it a bit too specific?

He even had images in his mind.

Sang Yunqi curled up the corners of his lips, smiled awkwardly but gracefully, and handed him a grilled fish.

"Let's eat first. You must be hungry."

Even though he tried his best to act normal, Chu Xinglan still noticed it. What was there to not understand?

His master was indeed different from normal people. He would only consider taking a reckless approach when his master was around, after all, he had his master to back him up.

Sang Yunqi has probably never been afraid of anyone. No matter what kind of monster you are, he will just beat you up.

Chu Xinglan felt a little emotional for a moment. He had always wanted to catch up with his master as quickly as possible so that he could stand shoulder to shoulder with his master instead of hiding behind his master and asking him to protect him.

But he prefers to do things slowly, or only take action when he is fully confident. Compared with his master, he lacks the courage to forge ahead, or the fearlessness.

If he keeps following the routine like this, it will take him an unknown amount of time to catch up with his master.

Should I also change my mindset?

Chu Xinglan was lost in thought here. In Sang Yunqi's eyes, his little disciple was staring at the grilled fish in his hand with a complicated expression, neither responding to the words nor taking the fish.

Did his words just now discourage his little disciple? Or did he think the fish was a little burnt?

He was about to ask when he saw the young disciple suddenly clench his right fist in front of him with a determined look on his face, as if he had made some important decision.

Sang Yunqi: “???”