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

Chu Xinglan finally picked one ear at a time and put them into his mouth with a fearless attitude.

It’s not that he thought one ear was relatively better, but Sang Yunqi talked about it for a long time and he remembered this one.

When the pill entered his mouth, the expected pain did not occur. Chu Xinglan had originally planned to endure the pain, but now this made him even more nervous.

Is it not working? And there is only one ear left?

Just thinking about that scene, Chu Xinglan felt it was so ugly.

The resentment towards his master grew even deeper.

He simply couldn't understand why Sang Yunqi wanted to do this kind of thing.

Fortunately, Chu Xinglan soon felt that he had transformed, and the first thing he did was to touch the top of his head.

Apart from the soft and smooth hair, Chu Xinglan didn't touch anything else. He even touched his entire head out of concern. After confirming that there was nothing, he grinned with joy.

"So Master is lying to me again."

Turning his head to look behind him, he found that there was indeed no tail. Chu Xinglan even felt that he had become more handsome.

For the next two days, he kept practicing. Although he gained a lot from entering the secret realm this time, he still felt that his strength was a bit low. He couldn't even cross a secret realm in the foundation-building period. This made him feel a sense of urgency again.

On the morning of the third day, Chu Xinglan opened his eyes while practicing. His progress in the past two days was pretty good. Although he did not enter the seventh level, he had made great progress.

Song Ling had sent a message on the communication jade slip yesterday, telling him to gather at the mountain gate at noon today and set out together then.

It was now noon and there was still plenty of time, so he planned to have breakfast with his master before leaving.

Chu Xinglan simply packed a few pieces of clothes and put them in the bell, then went out and walked towards the kitchen.

He didn't do anything too complicated. He used a casserole to cook a small pot of spiritual vegetable and shredded pork porridge, steamed a basket of spiritual beast meat and celery buns, and boiled a few eggs.

When the time was almost up, Chu Xinglan ran to Sang Yunqi's door, raised his hand and knocked gently.

"Master, it's time to eat!"

There was no response from Sang Yunqi in the room. Chu Xinglan put his ear to the door but heard no sound.

"Is the Master not here?"

Just as he was about to get up, the door was opened from the inside. Chu Xinglan was caught off guard and fell directly in, hitting a wall of flesh.

He felt something firm and warm under his hand, and he subconsciously touched it twice. It felt pretty good.

Sang Yunqi raised his eyebrows slightly and said slowly, "Do you want to touch me?"

Chu Xinglan's honest hand paused for a moment, and he retracted it like lightning, but because he had no support, his whole body pressed against Sang Yunqi's body.

"..."

Chu Xinglan quickly stood up, took two steps back, and touched the tip of his nose.

"Master, I didn't mean it."

"I've prepared breakfast, go eat, I'll be leaving soon after you finish."

Sang Yunqi admired his embarrassment for a while before straightening his clothes and walking towards the stone table outside the yard.

Chu Xinglan followed behind him, rubbing his fingertips subconsciously, and sighed in his heart, it feels so good to touch!

He hasn't grown up yet, his height is only up to Sang Yunqi's shoulders, and he is still relatively thin, and doesn't look majestic at all.

Chu Xinglan muttered softly.

"I hope I can grow up to be like Master in the future."

Sang Yunqi paused for a moment, but before Chu Xinglan noticed, he returned to normal and walked straight to the stone table and sat down.

Chu Xinglan went to the kitchen and brought out the prepared breakfast and placed it on the table.

Although it didn't look as exquisite as what Sang Yunqi prepared for him last time, it still looked very good. The buns were the size of the palm of his hand, white, plump and cute, the rice porridge gave off a rich aroma, and Chu Xinglan had already peeled the eggs.

He first served Sang Yunqi a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of him.

"Master, I made salty porridge today. Would you like to try it and see if it tastes good?"

Chu Xinglan himself prefers salty porridge, so he didn’t think too much about it when he was making it. He only remembered it when he saw his master, and he hadn’t even asked.

But he thought that his master had such a strong taste, he would probably like it.

Sang Yunqi didn't say anything. He scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth with a normal expression.

Chu Xinglan kept watching his expression, but found that if his master didn't want others to find out, then he really couldn't show any emotion at all.

Seeing Sang Yunqi scoop another spoonful and put it into his mouth, Chu Xinglan felt relieved. He served himself a bowl and sat down to eat.

When eating, the two of them have never had the habit of not talking while eating, but if Chu Xinglan doesn't speak, Sang Yunqi rarely brings up the topic of chat.

The breakfast passed quietly, and Sang Yunqi took out a few bottles of pills and placed them on the table.

"These are for your use. If you encounter any danger that you cannot resolve, send me a message."

Chu Xinglan looked at him with sparkling eyes: "Will Master come to save me?"

"Oh, it's definitely too late. I can only collect your body."

"..."

Chu Xinglan's face fell instantly, he was about to leave and his master didn't even know how to say a few nice words.

Sang Yunqi sneered, "So, when you go out, don't show off so much and behave yourself."

Chu Xinglan curled his lips, and although he was a little reluctant, he still nodded and agreed, and put the jade bottle into the bell.

"Master, I won't take the clouded leopard with me. Please take care of it for me."

"I will bring a gift for Master when I go out this time."

……

When Chu Xinglan arrived at the mountain gate, Song Ling and Han Feiyu had already arrived, each holding an oil-paper bag in his hand and wolfing down the food.

Each of them had a bag on his shoulder, which seemed to contain clothes and other daily necessities.

Nowadays, the two of them are almost inseparable, but they are not quite the same as Song Ling and Chu Xinglan. They are more like a pair of bad friends.

Chu Xinglan could always see a hint of ruffian quality in Han Feiyu, but of course he was not annoying.

He walked closer and the three of them greeted each other.

"Brother Chu, wait a moment, Xun Wenguang and Li Wen haven't arrived yet."

As he spoke, he took out another oil-paper bag from his pocket and handed it to Chu Xinglan: "This is the pie packed by the dining hall. Fill your stomach."

Chu Xinglan shook his head, "I've eaten."

Just as Song Ling was about to take it back, Han Feiyu snatched it away, quickly opened the oil paper wrapper, opened his mouth wide and took a big bite.

"If Xinglan doesn't eat, then I will. It just so happens that I'm not full yet."

Because there was something in my mouth, my speech was a little unclear.

"..."

Song Ling rolled his eyes in disdain and moved directly in front of Chu Xinglan.

"Brother Chu, you're not wearing a hat this time?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Chu Xinglan's mouth twitched.

He suddenly realized that Song Ling was not as cute as he was when he was little, and he didn't know who he learned this from, but he was becoming more and more self-destructive.

But Song Ling didn't notice it yet and looked behind him.

"The tail is gone too!"