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

As Chu Xinglan quieted down, the room became even quieter.

Sang Yunqi felt that he had regained the dignity of his master. His thoughts became clear instantly and he fell asleep soon after.

Chu Xinglan carefully crawled out from under the quilt, listened to Sang Yunqi's even breathing, took a deep breath, and felt a lot better.

He turned over and looked at Sang Yunqi carefully for a while. After confirming that he was really asleep, he quietly lifted the quilt and prepared to get up.

But just as he moved, an arm came across and rested on his waist, and then he felt warm breath hitting his face.

"!"

Chu Xinglan was petrified on the bed, with his right hand held by Sang Yunqi, unable to move at all!

As for taking this unexpected arm away? Haha, he didn't dare.

Chu Xinglan could only maintain this posture, staring at the bed board above his head with empty eyes, waiting for Sang Yunqi to turn over again.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Sang Yunqi moved again. Chu Xinglan was so moved that he almost cried. He quickly prepared himself, intending to jump off the bed as soon as his master let go of him.

However, the next second, Sang Yunqi kicked off the quilt, and her thighs rested directly on his legs. She put her head close to his shoulder and swayed for a long time before finding a comfortable position, and then fell asleep again.

Chu Xinglan really didn't expect that he, a person who always cared about his image, would be so restless when sleeping!

Did he use himself as a pillow?

He really wanted to wake Sang Yunqi up and ask him, are you polite?

In the end, Chu Xinglan didn't move and was tossed around like a pillow all night long.

Just when he thought it would continue like this until dawn, when the first ray of sunlight hit Sang Yunqi's delicate face, he suddenly returned to his perfect sleeping position.

She lies flat and straight with her hands crossed on her abdomen. She looks so well-behaved and pretty.

Anyone who sees this wouldn’t say what a great sleeping posture!

It turns out that you, old man, have an alarm clock that adjusts your sleeping posture. Chu Xinglan felt that he was really enlightened.

And this was the first time that Chu Xinglan was not dazzled by the beauty of his master. It was because his body was in pain all over!

He was too lazy to get up, so he just lay there and practiced his skills, intending to use his spiritual power to relieve the discomfort of his body.

When Sang Yunqi opened his eyes, he saw Chu Xinglan sitting beside the bed, looking at him resentfully with a pair of panda eyes.

"You went out to fight with someone last night? How come you got a black eye?"

As Sang Yunqi spoke, he sat up and stretched, even letting out a soft moan of comfort.

"..."

Chu Xinglan's resentment throughout the night was ignited by this sound. He didn't even care about the master-disciple relationship and slapped the low cabinet beside the bed with his palm, making a thud sound.

"How sick am I to go out and fight someone in the middle of the night!"

"Master, did you sleep well? Of course you slept well. This is the first time I know that Master's sleeping posture is so elegant!"

"I've been enjoying it all night and couldn't sleep at all!"

Sang Yunqi gathered her silver hair which was a little messy from sleeping, and looked at him in surprise when she heard that.

"You like watching people sleep? What kind of hobby is that? Of course I know my sleeping position is good. I don't change the same place every day when I wake up."

"..."

"Sang Yunqi!"

Ever since Chu Xinglan officially became his disciple and was reminded once by Chen Xiu, he has never called Sang Yunqi's name again.

This time, he couldn't care about anything else, and at this time only shouting the big name would be more impressive!

Chu Xinglan only felt anger rushing to his forehead. That face that was once captivating now looked extremely hateful, making his fists itch and wanting to have an intimate contact.

Sang Yunqi looked at him in surprise. Was his little disciple angry and humiliated?

Sang Yunqi, who was in a good mood after a good sleep, didn't care at all about the name of his little disciple and started to coax him.

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone."

"..."

Chu Xinglan felt so angry that he felt dizzy. He took a few deep breaths to suppress his anger, then slammed the door and walked out.

"???"

Sang Yunqi looked at the door that was shaking due to the huge force in confusion, "You are so angry so early in the morning. Forget it, I will comfort you later. You are such a child."

Then, I got up and washed.

Before Chu Xinglan walked down the stairs, Song Ling saw him.

"Brother Chu, come and have breakfast!"

Chu Xinglan looked up and saw Song Ling and others sitting at the table, and Han Feiyu was still chatting with Li Wen.

He walked over with a sullen face and sat down, casually glanced around the table, picked up a steamed bun and took a vicious bite.

Song Ling immediately noticed something was wrong and looked at him cautiously. Before he could take a few glances, Chu Xinglan slammed the bun on the table.

"What are you looking at? Let's eat and leave after we finish eating!"

Everyone at the table looked at him, and Han Feiyu asked weakly.

"Where's the old man? Isn't he with us?"

Chu Xinglan sneered, "Are you still breastfeeding? You won't leave if he doesn't follow you? Since you like being with him, then you can just wait for him here. We'll leave first."

Xun Wenguang was so frightened that he immediately said, "I'll go with you. I'll listen to you!"

Chu Xinglan looked at him with satisfaction and gave him a steamed bun.

"Eat, you have to eat until you are full."

Xun Wenguang was about to cry when he saw the steamed bun which was as big as his hand. He had already eaten enough!

But despite Chu Xinglan's gaze, he still obediently brought the steamed bun to his mouth and took a big bite.

No matter how slow Song Ling and the others were, they discovered the problem. This was a quarrel with the ancestor!

However, this was the first time that Chu Xinglan lost his temper in front of them. Usually when they were together, Chu Xinglan was always smiling and taking good care of them.

Now that I suddenly see him, although I feel a little scared, I am more surprised to see another side of him.

To use Li Wen's words, it wasn't me who made him angry, so why should I be so nervous?

Chu Xinglan was in no mood to talk, and he knew that it was not a good thing for him to lose his temper just now, so he ate quickly in silence.

After Sang Yunqi had finished cleaning up, he roasted a chicken and two fish for his little apprentice before leisurely walking downstairs.

In the lobby, he looked at a bunch of unfamiliar faces in confusion. Where was Chu Xinglan?

……

On the flying boat that was rapidly moving towards Cang Yun, Song Ling, with panda eyes, was sitting on the deck with three other people, looking at each other in confusion.

After Chu Xinglan got on the flying boat, he went straight back to his room to catch up on his sleep. None of Song Ling and the others dared to stop him.

"Are we really going to leave like this without waiting for the ancestors?"

"How do you wait? Are you going to explain to Xinglan?"

After dinner, Chu Xinglan forced everyone to follow him out of the city, and then ordered Song Ling to take out the flying boat and set off.

Song Ling wanted to delay time and persuade Chu Xinglan, but then Chu Xinglan punched him in the eye and blackened his eyes. He dared not say anything more.

They didn't dare to offend Sang Yunqi and the others, but they couldn't afford to offend Chu Xinglan either!