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

Chapter 207: Peeling off the cocoon

Because the situation suddenly got out of control for unknown reasons, Sang Yunqi's already somewhat irritable mood became even worse.

He swept his heavy eyes across the entire flying boat, trying to find some clues, but in the end he found nothing.

Sang Yunqi was certain that Chu Xinglan had not left the flying boat last night, so the incident that caused Chu Xinglan to suddenly behave contrary to his usual behavior and avoid him must have happened on the flying boat.

And it happened last night when I was not around.

Suddenly, Sang Yunqi had a flash of inspiration and realized something was wrong.

Fairy Fengyao...How did Xinglan know about Fairy Fengyao?

With this clue, Sang Yunqi looked back and instantly discovered something wrong. When he was talking about going out to do something, his little apprentice suddenly came close to him and twitched his nose twice, which was out of character.

What was he smelling? Why was it certain afterwards that it was Fairy Fengyao?

Sang Yunqi lifted his sleeve, put it close to his nose, sniffed carefully, and finally caught a hint of imperceptible fragrance.

He was not good at smelling, but Chu Xinglan was different. His identity as a demon made him naturally superior to ordinary people in this aspect, so it was this not very obvious scent.

Feng Yao... He suddenly remembered that there had been rumors about the two of them in the years that he could hardly remember, and not many people knew about it, so it was obvious that there were people who were eager to stir up trouble.

His originally grim expression suddenly revealed a bright smile he had never had before after Sang Yunqi figured out the whole thing, and his depressed mood instantly became clear.

At that moment, he didn't even bother to look for Master Lin Feng who dared to gossip about him behind his back, and went straight to the room where Chu Xinglan had just been.

After getting closer, Sang Yunqi slowed down his breathing and instantly realized that the little disciple inside did not come back to sleep as he said.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door three times. He clearly felt the breathing inside stagnate, and then there was a rustling sound, but after waiting for a while, no one responded.

Sang Yunqi also guessed that his little disciple, who was now sad, would not want to see him.

So, he decisively pushed open the door and walked in.

There was no sign of Chu Xinglan in the room. Sang Yunqi glanced around and quickly focused his attention on the bulge on the bed.

With a silent chuckle, Sang Yunqi walked slowly towards the bed. Sure enough, the bulge on the bed moved slightly.

Sang Yunqi didn't dig him out of the quilt directly, but sat down on the edge of the bed.

"How did Xing Lan know about Fairy Feng Yao?"

There was no voice answering, but through his spiritual sense, he could clearly sense that Chu Xinglan's ears moved, and it was obvious that he was still very concerned about this name.

Sang Yunqi pretended to know nothing and suddenly changed the subject.

"I specifically allowed them to play around on the flying boat last night. I wanted to make Xinglan happy, but I didn't expect that it would backfire and make Xinglan unhappy."

"I was wrong in this matter. If I hadn't left suddenly for something, no one would have bullied my apprentice under my nose."

“Although it’s too late to say this now, if Master knew who that person was, he would definitely punish him severely to vent Xing Lan’s anger.”

A ball in the quilt moved, as if it wanted to say something, but in the end it stopped moving, and the room returned to silence.

Chu Xinglan had already guessed who it was when Sang Yunqi knocked on the door. When the person came in and started talking, he was even more certain of his thoughts.

He really wanted to tell the other person loudly that it was not someone else who made him angry, it was just his master himself.

But when he thought about the reason why he was angry, he suddenly lost his courage. What right did he have to be angry with his master over such a thing?

I like my master and I am jealous of him, but he doesn't know. Even if he knew, it can't be blamed on him.

After all, he was just a person entrusted by the demon clan to the master for care. It was a great honor for him to be accepted as the only disciple by a person like the master and to have such a close relationship with him for such a long time.

Now he even had to ask his master to come and coax him. If he told others about it, he would not know how many people would envy him. However, the bitterness in his heart still made him realize clearly that he was not willing to accept it.

Seeing that no one responded, Sang Yunqi sighed inwardly. It seemed that if he didn't explain clearly, his little disciple would be determined to avoid him.

He cleared his throat and finally mentioned the key name.

"Fairy Fengyao is leading the team personally this time. She takes this matter very seriously."

"She sent me a message yesterday, asking me to come over to discuss the alliance. As the person in charge of this operation at Cangqiong Mountain, I couldn't refuse."

"You know, female monks always have to pay extra attention to their personal appearance. When I discuss things with her, I will naturally be tainted with the smell."

"Between her and me..."

Before he could finish his words, Chu Xinglan, who had originally made up his mind to lie low, directly lifted the quilt and interrupted him in an urgent tone.

"I am just Master's disciple. Master has no obligation to explain to me."

"I'm not angry, no one made me upset, I had a lot of fun yesterday."

Of course, he knew that what he said might be a cover-up, but he did not have the courage to hear his master admit their relationship in person.

Sang Yunqi did not rush to refute his words, but raised her hand and gently tidied his messy hair, then took his hand.

Chu Xinglan subconsciously wanted to struggle, but Sang Yunqi put more strength on his hands and prevented him from escaping.

The other hand gently grasped his chin and lifted it up.

Chu Xinglan looked directly into Sang Yunqi's light-colored eyes, and clearly saw his own reflection in them, as well as Sang Yunqi's serious look.

He didn't struggle anymore, just looked at him with somewhat sad eyes.

Sang Yunqi gently stroked his round chin and opened his lips slightly.

"Xinglan, I don't know what Lin Heng said to you, but Fengyao and I have no relationship beyond friendship."

Chu Xinglan looked into his eyes, his lips moved slightly twice, and finally lowered his eyes and said softly: "Master, you worry too much. Even if there is something, I will only be happy for you."

"Master has been alone for so many years. It would be a good thing if he could have a Taoist companion to take care of him."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yunqi suddenly used some force in the hand that was holding his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze again.

The aura on his body suddenly turned cold, and there was a hint of coldness in those eyes that were always gentle, which Chu Xinglan had never seen before.

Sang Yunqi was angry with him for the first time.