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

When Chu Xinglan heard the question, his movements froze for a moment, and the smile on his face became a little awkward.

Song Ling and others, who had been pretending to be indifferent after seeing Sang Yunqi, now realized belatedly that the talisman was really useful!

He could actually summon his ancestors, how amazing!

But now they dare not say anything, or even move.

Chu Xinglan pulled his master to sit down at the table and quickly explained the whole story.

After saying that, he lowered his head, waiting to be scolded like a child who had made a mistake.

Imagine if I were the master, and my disciple used twenty summoning talismans in a row, the situation would be extremely urgent and the person would die, right?

Then he found out that his apprentice didn't know the effect of the talisman, and suspected that there was something wrong with the talisman he gave him...

Chu Xinglan felt that if he were Sang Yunqi, he would not be able to get over this matter without beating him up.

Sang Yunqi was also speechless after hearing this, but he did not show it. Instead, he spoke to Song Ling and others.

"Okay, stop standing here loading wood. Go back to your rooms and get some rest. We'll leave the city early tomorrow morning."

Song Ling and others acted as if they had been pardoned. They hurriedly bowed and ran away.

Chu Xinglan felt that he was really finished. His master was obviously clearing the area. It seemed that he really could not escape today!

Sang Yunqi slapped him on the forehead unhappily and said unhappily, "What are you thinking about?"

"Okay, have a good rest. I'll leave with you tomorrow."

Chu Xinglan was surprised for a moment, and then he sighed.

Is my master a little too doting on my child? He doesn't even teach him a lesson when he makes a mistake? Spoiling is not allowed!

However, if he could escape the disaster, Chu Xinglan would not remind his master.

"Master, you want to go to Cangyun Country with us? Is there something going on?"

Sang Yunqi thought about that bastard Xuan Ling and snorted in his heart, but did not show it on his face.

"Nothing, since we're all out now, let's go take a look together."

"If there is any danger, I'm here and you're safe."

Chu Xinglan nodded quickly, fearing that his master would go back on his word, "Then Master, please rest in my room today. The inn probably doesn't have any extra rooms."

As he said that, he walked straight to the bed and started to make it. After he finished making it, he looked at it and was not satisfied with it. He took out a new sheet from his bell and spread it on the bed, and then put a new duvet cover on the quilt.

Looking at the brand new bed, Chu Xinglan nodded with satisfaction.

"Master, come on."

Sang Yunqi had been watching his movements the whole time, feeling quite satisfied. Without being pretentious, he walked straight to the bed and sat down.

"You should rest too."

He just said it casually, but both of them were stunned for a moment.

Chu Xinglan's bed was given to him, so where would Chu Xinglan sleep?

The two people, one sitting and one standing, stared at each other.

Chu Xinglan was only thinking about keeping his master here and hadn't thought about this problem at all, but this problem is not difficult to solve.

"I'll just go squeeze in with Song Ling, Master, go to sleep."

Sang Yunqi frowned slightly, turned his head and glanced at the bed beneath him.

This bed is actually a standard double bed, one and a half meters wide, but compared to the big beds of Sang Yunqi and Chu Xinglan, it is naturally small.

So Sang Yunqi's mind appeared the scene of his apprentice and Song Ling squeezed on a bed, arms touching arms, legs touching legs.

Even when they turned over in sleep, their breaths would be intertwined and they would hug each other.

Sang Yunqi's face turned ugly in an instant. How could he allow his disciple to be treated so frivolously?

Thinking about it, Sang Yunqi also said: "No! You are not allowed to go!"

Chu Xinglan was stunned for a moment, confused by his master's face which suddenly turned dark.

He felt a little helpless, but in order to prevent his master from running away, he still spoke.

"Then I will practice on the side?"

"What are you practicing for? Aren't you tired?"

Chu Xinglan was really speechless now. Was his master angry with him?

He must want to sleep, he is so tired, but he can't sleep in the same bed with his master!

Sang Yunqi obviously realized that something was wrong with his mood, but he would not admit it. He pondered for two seconds and patted the bed.

"Just sleep inside for the night and don't bother anyone else."

Chu Xinglan looked at him stupidly, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears.

Master just told me to sleep in the same bed with him?

He looked at the exquisite face of his master, then glanced at the soft bed. His thoughts began to dance in his heart, and his white earlobes turned red as if they were dripping with blood.

"This... this is so bad..."

Sang Yunqi became a little impatient, so he pulled him in front of him and threw him into the bed.

With a flick of his fingers, all the candles in the room went out, plunging the room into darkness.

Two people were lying sideways with their backs to each other, one facing the wall and the other facing outward. There was enough space in the middle for one more person, which meant that each person was only covered with a corner of the quilt.

The sound of shallow breathing became clearer at night. Chu Xinglan even felt that he could feel the heat from his master's body and he lost all desire to sleep.

He moved closer to the wall uncomfortably, wishing he could stick his whole body to it, for fear that he might accidentally bump into Sang Yunqi, which would be too rude.

Sang Yunqi closed his eyes, completely unable to understand what he had just done.

If there is only one bed, isn't it right for the disciple to give it to the master?

Isn't it very common for disciples to squeeze together with other disciples?

Besides, isn't it natural for a disciple to keep watch for his master?

He had no idea what he was doing just now, and now he was feeling very uncomfortable.

Especially when I heard the rustling sounds behind me, I felt even more annoyed.

He turned over and grabbed Chu Xinglan.

"Why are you moving around when you're not sleeping?"

Chu Xinglan froze. The slightly hot feeling on his waist made him panic.

He opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't utter a word.

Sang Yunqi had no self-awareness at all and asked angrily, "What? You dare not answer the master's question. Chu Xinglan, you are becoming more and more promising now!"

Chu Xinglan's already red face was even hotter at this moment. He slowly buried his head in the quilt and then spoke in a low voice.

"Master, I'm going to sleep now. I won't move."

Sang Yunqi observed for a while and found that he was indeed no longer moving. Then he withdrew his hand with satisfaction and lay flat on the bed.

Chu Xinglan breathed a sigh of relief when the burning hand on his waist left. Only then did he feel a little stuffy in the quilt.

But thinking of what his master had just said, he didn't dare to move at all. He could only maintain one posture and endure the discomfort.

He planned to wait until his master fell asleep, then quietly slip out of bed and meditate all night, and then make up for the sleep when he boarded the flying boat tomorrow.

As for this bed, he really couldn't sleep at all!