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

Along with the sound, there was a powerful pressure, and the hall suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked towards the door and saw a silver-haired man walking towards them with a small animal in his arms.

The person who came was Sang Yunqi, and the little beast in his arms was naturally Chu Xinglan.

Xu Zhuo hurriedly walked down, came in front of Sang Yunqi, bowed deeply and saluted.

"I've met my ancestor."

The elders in the hall followed closely behind him, "Greetings, ancestor."

Gong Bowen looked at the visitor with full vigilance. She didn't expect that the person her daughter was talking about would be the ancestor of Cangqiong Mountain.

However, thinking of the recent rumors in the world of cultivation, a hint of greed and determination flashed across his eyes.

Sang Yunqi walked directly to where Xu Zhuo had been and sat down. He glanced around the hall before speaking.

"Everyone, get up."

Chu Xinglan looked around the hall curiously and unexpectedly saw the acquaintance Miss Gong.

But seeing how frightened she was at this moment, was she scared by the identity of the beauty?

Sang Yunqi also turned his gaze to Gong Qian at this time, chuckled, and spoke lazily.

"What are you here for?"

After saying that, he looked at Gong Bowen standing beside him.

"Call your parents to support you?"

Gong Bowen felt his gaze and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

After calming himself down, he spoke.

"Junior Gong Bowen greets Venerable Xing Heng. Venerable Xing Heng is blessed with great fortune."

Sang Yunqi hummed casually, then asked him with interest.

"You don't accept it either?"

"..."

Gong Bowen had never expected that the legendary Venerable Xing Heng, who was revered by everyone, would have such a temperament. It instantly disrupted his original thoughts, and he gritted his teeth and forced out a smile.

"You are joking, sir. It is true that my daughter loves this monster very much, so I brought her here to ask for it."

"I didn't expect that I would catch the Venerable's eye."

When an elder heard this, he couldn't help but lean over to Xu Zhuo and whispered in his ear.

"Master, does he mean that the ancestor is disrespectful and is relying on his strength to rob? But it seems that the ancestor did rob it."

Xu Zhuo looked up at the sky and said, "I don't know anything, don't ask me."

Sang Yunqi glanced at the elder who was gossiping, then looked at Gong Bowen.

"Since you are not convinced, I will give you a chance."

As soon as these words were spoken, the familiar feeling of oppression reappeared. Everyone was frightened and silent, and they wished they could shrink their heads.

Xu Zhuo felt his pupils dilated. Why am I here? I want to be underground.

The ancestor's two sentences really sounded like a villain. I don't know how bad the reputation of Cangqiong Mountain will become after today.

Perhaps in addition to bullying others by taking advantage of one's power, there is also the issue of bullying the weak and being disrespectful to the elderly?

In the hall, Gong Bowen and his daughter were gritting their teeth, but in the end, Gong Bowen managed to squeeze out a few words under the pressure.

"Your Excellency is joking."

Seeing that he was sensible about the current situation, Sang Yunqi was satisfied and decided to stop there. He stood up and walked out of the hall.

When he was about to step out of the door, he suddenly turned around and showed an expression that was neither a smile nor a smile.

"Master Gong, the demon race always protects its own people. I wish you good luck."

Having said that, the man disappeared.

The people in the hall looked at each other in confusion. What did the ancestor’s last words mean?

Monster race? Isn't that little guy an ordinary monster?

……

Chu Xinglan was carried in a daze to watch a show, and then was carried back to the back mountain.

In fact, Sang Yunqi had just returned not long ago. He sensed Gong Qian's presence and went to the meeting hall on purpose.

At this moment, he was sitting at the stone table in the yard, teasing Chu Xinglan with a lazy look on his face.

"Ooooooo?"

Didn't you say you were only going to be away for two days? Why did you only come back today?

Sang Yunqi scratched his chin without saying anything. He flipped his palm and a fiery red pill appeared at his fingertips.

While Chu Xinglan was opening his mouth, he quickly jumped into his mouth and pinched his mouth.

"Well--"

Chu Xinglan didn't react at first, but then he felt like his mouth was on fire and he struggled to vomit.

But Sang Yunqi's hand on his mouth was like an iron clamp, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.

The intense burning sensation caused a layer of mist to instantly cover his eyes, and he could only look at Sang Yunqi with an accusing look.

"Be good, swallow it."

Chu Xinglan felt like his mouth was going to rot, so he had to swallow the remaining pills with grievance.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Xinglan felt his soul being pulled back into his body, and Sang Yunqi's hand finally loosened.

Chu Xinglan jumped up instantly and bit the jade-white finger hard, wishing he could use all his strength.

Sang Yunqi didn't even frown, and calmly touched his little fangs with his fingertips.

"Be gentle, don't break your teeth."

"..."

Chu Xinglan felt insulted, and he also realized that he could not cause him any harm at all. He angrily let go and jumped directly to the other end of the stone table.

"Are you sick? What the hell did you just give me to eat? It hurt so much!"

A clear young voice rang in their ears, and Chu Xinglan was stunned.

Sang Yunqi supported his chin with one hand and lazily admired Chu Xinglan's stupidity. He was not too surprised. After all, he went out these days just for this medicine.

After a long while, Chu Xinglan opened his mouth again tentatively, "What's the noise?"

It was still the familiar boy's voice from before.

Chu Xinglan looked at Sang Yunqi in confusion, then raised his right paw and touched his throat tentatively.

"I, I can speak now?"

"Is that my voice?!"

Only then did Sang Yunqi smile and nodded.

"Come here, let me check and see if there are any other problems."

Chu Xinglan instantly pricked up his ears and looked at him warily. His four short legs subconsciously moved back a few times. It was obvious that he still remembered how badly this guy had hurt him just now, and he was afraid that the other party would torment him again.

Seeing this, Sang Yunqi frowned in displeasure.

"come over."

Chu Xinglan was a man who knew what to do. Seeing that he was about to get angry, he still walked over slowly.

He only felt his head sink, and then a warm current flowed into his body along the point where the two people touched. After circulating in his body, the warm current disappeared as Sang Yunqi's hand left.

Chu Xinglan was a little curious, staring at his fingers, and asked, "Beauty, is this your spiritual power? It feels so good."

Sang Yunqi looked at him in disbelief, and it took him a long while before he managed to utter a word with difficulty.

"You called me...beautiful?"

Chu Xinglan nodded her head, "Yes, you are so beautiful, what else should I call you if not a beauty? You didn't even tell me your name."

Sang Yunqi suddenly felt itchy and wanted to kill the dog.

The hair on Chu Xinglan's body suddenly stood up. Danger!

Looking at the beauty's dark face, he swallowed subconsciously, looked at Sang Yunqi and asked tentatively.

"Ancestor?"

Sang Yunqi grabbed him and rubbed his head so hard that the hair on his head looked like a chicken coop. Only then did he feel a little better.

After thinking about it, he gave his name.

"Sang Yunqi."

Chu Xinglan whispered twice, raised his head and looked at him, his eyes full of smiles.

"Hello, my name is Chu Xinglan."