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

Chapter 209 An ominous premonition

Sang Yunqi was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously let go of his hand.

Chu Xinglan chuckled upon seeing this, turned around and strode away, leaving Sang Yunqi alone in the messy room.

After closing the door, the calmness on Chu Xinglan's face disappeared in an instant. He let out a long breath, and his legs went weak for a moment. Fortunately, he was quick to support himself with his hands and grabbed the wall, thus avoiding the embarrassment of falling.

Thinking back to the scene just now, Chu Xinglan still felt a little ashamed, but also had a joy that he couldn't hide at all.

Last night, under the influence of alcohol, his brain was much slower than usual, and his negative emotions were amplified exponentially.

This is why he has been immersed in his own logical circle and could not listen to his master's explanation at all, nor could he figure out the little thoughts hidden behind his master's calm explanation.

However, Chu Xinglan did not regret it. If it weren't for what happened yesterday, he and his master would have made such great progress without knowing when.

He wouldn't have understood his master's intention so quickly.

Chu Xinglan raised his hand and gently touched the lips that were still a little red, swollen and sore. His master was still quite powerful, but his technique was average. The bite hurt him a little and the soft flesh inside was even broken.

But Chu Xinglan chose to forgive him. When the next time comes, he will take the lead and will definitely treat his master gently.

"Xinglan, what are you doing standing outside?"

"Did you get bitten by an insect on your lip? Why is it swollen? I have some ointment here, you can apply it."

Chu Xinglan was startled by a sudden voice in his ears. He looked towards the source of the voice and found that it was the disciple who handed him the drumstick yesterday.

Only then did he come back to his senses. With a casual glance, he saw many disciples climbing up from the deck with their heads covered. They were sober after sleeping for a while, and when they heard the voice, they looked at his direction in surprise.

"..."

Chu Xinglan originally just blushed on her face, but now her neck turned red as well.

I actually thought about such shameful things in front of so many people.

Without waiting for his response, the disciple was still a little confused: "Xing Lan?"

Chu Xinglan quickly waved his hand, "No, no, go and get busy."

After saying that, he ran away directly.

The disciple looked at his back in confusion, then looked at the ointment in his hand. What was there to be ashamed of? Was his ointment poisonous?

When Chu Xinglan finished his shower and came out with his clothes packed, there was no one on the deck except for a few guys who were still drunk.

Even though he had already made up his mind to commit insubordination, he was not yet mentally prepared to go back and face his master, so he went to the deck where he had been drinking last night, jumped lightly, and sat on it.

He leisurely looked at the brilliant morning sun and the plump white clouds. After passing through the barrier, the wind gently blew on his face, lifting the hair on his temples, making him feel very happy.

Suddenly, a platinum-colored flame cat appeared on his shoulder. After stretching lazily, it jumped into his arms coolly, found a comfortable position and lay down, its pointed ears trembling slightly from time to time.

That small body actually has some of Sang Yunqi's charm.

Chu Xinglan looked at it for a while, shook his head gently, and used his spiritual sense to control the fire cat to sit up. It blinked at him, and then rubbed its head gently in his arms.

The next second, the cat turned into a platinum little tiger, jumping around on his body in a cute manner.

He was having a great time when he suddenly sensed something. Looking up in surprise, he saw a flying boat similar to the one under him approaching him quickly.

Because the distance was still quite far, I could only see a number of people standing on the flying boat, but I couldn't see their details clearly.

The platinum-colored little tiger also landed on his shoulder, looking at that place vigilantly.

As the flying boat approached, Chu Xinglan's eyelids twitched. He had a bad feeling, but it was not dangerous at all, which made him want to leave immediately.

Just as he jumped onto the deck, a voice came from the flying boat opposite.

"Is that a fellow Taoist from Cangqiong Mountain?"

A clear and melodious female voice came faintly along with the wind, and Chu Xinglan thought that he probably knew who was on the other side.

Sure enough, not long after, the flying boat on the opposite side had approached close enough for the human figures to be clearly seen.

Chu Xinglan immediately spotted a woman standing in the middle of the crowd. She was different from the other women and was wearing a dazzling red dress with a noble demeanor.

Next to her was the Holy Maiden of Yuehua Palace whom she had met several times, and behind her were the female disciples of Yuehua Palace.

From everyone's implicitly respectful attitude towards the woman in the center, Chu Xinglan instantly understood that this seemed to be Fairy Feng Yao.

There were footsteps coming from behind one after another. They were the elders and disciples who had heard the voice just now.

An elder recognized Fairy Feng Yao and bowed to her respectfully. He then ordered his disciples to stop the flying boat and go look for Sang Yunqi.

As more and more people came out, Chu Xinglan retreated into the crowd calmly. He also took back the platinum-colored little tiger. His eyes were always on Fairy Feng Yao, secretly observing her out of the corner of his eye.

After a few polite greetings, Feng Yao asked casually, "Is Venerable Xing Heng not here?"

Chu Xinglan cursed in his heart, thinking that he was indeed looking for his master. However, his eyes subconsciously looked towards the room not far away, wanting to see if Sang Yunqi would come out and have a good chat with him.

If he dared, he...well, there was nothing he could do.

Chu Xinglan smoothed his messy hair in annoyance. Not wanting to stay here any longer, he walked out of the crowd against the flow of curious people.

But before he had walked far, someone stopped him.

Feng Yao looked in his direction with curiosity, "Are you Xing Heng's apprentice? Chu Xinglan?"

As Fairy Feng Yao spoke, everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of Chu Xinglan, even the elders looked over, and Chu Xinglan's footsteps suddenly froze in place.

"..."

Chu Xinglan took a deep breath, adjusted his facial expression, turned around, and without looking directly into her eyes, bowed directly in her direction.

"Greetings, Fairy Fengyao. My disciple is Chu Xinglan."

Feng Yao's eyes lit up, and she jumped directly onto the flying boat of Cangqiong Mountain and walked towards him.

The disciples who were originally blocking Chu Xinglan consciously made way for him, and Feng Yao walked directly in front of Chu Xinglan without any obstruction.

Chu Xinglan instantly smelled a familiar fragrance, but it was much stronger than the one he smelled on his master this morning.

Bad smell.

Feng Yao laughed heartily and said in a friendly tone: "Don't be so polite, your master and I are good friends, you can just call me Aunt Feng."