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

Although everyone had agreed to take turns to keep watch at night and even arranged the order of the shifts, in the end it was Chu Xinglan and the Clouded Leopard who were on guard that night.

It’s not that those people don’t want to defend, but after a day, they really can’t hold on any longer.

The high-intensity battle had kept their minds tense, but the moment they saw Chu Xinglan, they all relaxed. By midnight, each of them slept soundly, more than the other.

Xun Wenguang even fell asleep while meditating.

Chu Xinglan didn't think there was anything wrong. Even when he was escaping, he was sitting on the clouded leopard and didn't feel tired at all.

As for the clouded leopard, it was entirely because Chu Xinglan didn't let him sleep.

The secret realm became completely quiet at night, with only the crackling sound of the burning campfire. The black bear and the golden lion did not come to look for Chu Xinglan again.

He rested his head on the soft belly of the clouded leopard, looking at the starless night, and suddenly he missed his master.

I don't know what the master is doing at this time? Is he researching elixirs for himself?

Once his thoughts started to wander, they began to spread uncontrollably. The scenes of his interactions with his master over the past three years flashed through his mind frame by frame.

Some were reading, some were refining elixirs, some were playing chess, some were grilling themselves, some were scolding Xu Zhuo...

Unconsciously, Sang Yunqi had completely merged into his life, and every moment of strong emotions was filled with the shadow of his master.

In the end, for some reason, what appeared to be the loose inner clothes of my own master and his quiet and beautiful sleeping face.

Chu Xinglan sat up suddenly and slapped himself on the forehead, forcibly breaking up the scene.

But the blush still quietly spread over his cheeks, emitting warmth.

Chu Xinglan has always firmly believed that he is not obsessed with looks. After all, his face is good-looking enough. He has also always scoffed at the idea that beauty is also a weapon.

It was even a burden to his past life.

In the sect, Xu Zhuo is also a handsome uncle, Chen Xiu is as gentle as jade, and Song Ling has the obvious youthful vitality.

He admitted that they all looked very good and were pleasing to the eye, but he did not pay too much attention to that, and it was not a privilege for him just because of their looks.

However, he suddenly realized tonight that Sang Yunqi was different. His beauty was aggressive to him and it pierced his psychological defenses when they first met, leaving him completely defeated.

He suddenly wanted to see how handsome and elegant his master must have been when he was young!

It's probably just knocking someone away with one punch and then complaining about it. Isn't that really useless?

The posture must be handsome, the clothes must be a nice but uncomfortable long robe with wide sleeves, and the silver hair must flutter gently even without wind.

Then he gently raised those narrow and long phoenix eyes and uttered murderous words.

Thinking of this, Chu Xinglan laughed out loud, and the previous blushing and heartbeating scenes completely disappeared.

He even thought that with his master's lousy mouth, no one would want him no matter how beautiful he was.

You can't beat him, you can't scold him, and he has so many problems that even a girl with the best temper wouldn't be able to stand it.

Then I will take care of my master in his old age and see him to the end of his life.

At the back of Cangqiong Mountain, Sang Yunqi, who was lying in a rocking chair with his eyes closed, suddenly sneezed.

He sat up from his chair, rubbed his itchy nose, and his expression became serious.

At his level, there is no such thing as a cold. If there is a problem, it would be something serious like vomiting blood.

If you sneeze suddenly now, it must be someone scolding you.

He searched for suspicious people in his mind and finally locked on Fu Lin.

Haha, I haven’t even bothered you yet, and you still dare to scold me.

The next second, Sang Yunqi took out a paper crane and moved his lips slightly.

A quarter of an hour later, he drew eyes on the paper crane, watched it fly away, and lay down again with satisfaction.

As for why he didn't use his spiritual sense to contact Fu Lin directly, it was because he didn't know in which corner Fu Lin was fighting with others, so he couldn't find him at all. The civil strife among the demon clan could not be resolved in a short time.

When he thought of the demon clan, he naturally thought of his little disciple. He took out his communication jade slip and sent a message with a flick of his finger.

Chu Xinglan was originally immersed in his own thoughts, but was brought back to his senses by the vibration of the jade slip.

When I opened it, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a message of concern from my own master!

He had only mentioned it once, but his master actually took it to heart. Chu Xinglan felt touched.

Master is so good to me, he is simply the best person in the world!

The two of them chatted casually, with Chu Xinglan talking most of the time. Sang Yunqi occasionally responded, but it could be felt that he was listening carefully.

This made Chu Xinglan even more excited, and they chatted until dawn.

Song Ling and the others opened their eyes and saw that it was bright daylight. They felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

When I came out of the cave, I saw Chu Xinglan with a smile on his face, his fingers still pressing quickly on the communication jade slip.

Song Ling walked forward curiously and sat next to him.

"What are you doing? Doesn't this communication jade slip not work in the secret realm?"

"I'm chatting with my master."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xinglan suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Hmm? Yours doesn't work?"

Song Ling nodded: "We have tried it. We can communicate with each other, but we can't communicate with people outside the secret realm. It should be because the secret realm is a space of its own."

Chu Xinglan looked at the communication jade slip in his hand, on which the latest reply from his master had just popped up.

Song Ling looked at the very useful jade slip with some envy: "Where did you get this? I want one too. If I have it, I can always contact people no matter where I go. The safety factor is much higher, and it is convenient to call people."

Chu Xinglan: “…”

Of course, he also realized this. As long as he had the jade slip in his hand, he could contact his master no matter where he was. This provided him with a lot of room for maneuver.

As for where this jade slip came from...

He quickly replied to the message on the jade slip and put it away.

"It must have been given by my master. If you want it, go find him yourself."

Song Ling retracted his head instantly. Are you kidding me? How dare he ask the ancestor for things?

He had no doubt that if he really did this, he would not have to stand below during the Cang Yun Kingdom's ceremony this year. He could be directly engraved on the sign and stand shoulder to shoulder with his ancestors.

Everyone took turns to wash up, and when they came back they all felt refreshed.

"Xinglan, what are your plans for today?"

Chu Xinglan thought about the huge army of monsters yesterday and said seriously.

"It will be dangerous for you to go any further inside. I will go with you so that we can look after each other."