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

Chapter 147 I ask you questions

After sending away those reluctant Cang Qiong disciples, Chu Xinglan took out ropes and tied up the hands of all the disciples of the Gong family. He determined the direction, led a group of captives behind him and walked towards the outskirts of the secret realm.

Nowadays, everyone is heading to the center of the secret realm. If they want to find a quiet place, the outskirts are definitely better.

The Gong family disciples were all feeling very aggrieved, but they did not dare to resist and could only follow him obediently.

Chu Xinglan waited until he found a satisfactory place and tied the rope in his hand around the thick tree trunk several times before stopping.

He lightly touched the mark between his eyebrows with his left hand, and a ball of lively and jumping flame appeared in his palm, and a sharp silver dagger appeared out of thin air in his right hand.

When the disciples of the Gong family saw this scene, they instantly had a bad feeling in their hearts.

Sure enough, Chu Xinglan approached them with a playful smile on his face and stood in front of one of the disciples.

Although the platinum flame was only a small ball, it still made the disciple feel the burning temperature and he subconsciously licked his dry lips.

"neat……"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Xinglan raised the index finger of his right hand and gently placed it close to his red lips.

"Shh, I ask, you answer, understand?"

The disciple's eyes involuntarily fell on the white jade finger. The breeze blew gently, and Chu Xinglan's hair playfully scratched the sharp blade of the dagger in his hand, breaking into two sections in an instant, and flew away, swaying and spinning, making him swallow his saliva subconsciously.

"understand."

Chu Xinglan withdrew his fingers with satisfaction and played with the dagger in his hand.

"What mission did Patriarch Gong give you this time?"

The disciple subconsciously glanced at the leader and hesitated.

Chu Xinglan narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing dissatisfaction. He moved his right hand slightly, and the sharp dagger cut a gash in his chest.

Before the disciple felt any pain, he saw blood gushing out, leaving a bloodstain on his disciple uniform.

In an instant, pain took over his mind and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Chu Xinglan patted his face with the back of the dagger: "I don't have that much patience."

The disciple felt his mind go blank for a moment. The huge threat of death made the hairs on his body stand up, and he could no longer care about those complicated thoughts.

"Let us take first place, even by any means necessary."

"We will kill you immediately if we see you. All the disciples of Cangqiong Mountain are our enemies."

Chu Xinglan didn't look angry at all. Instead, he seemed to be in high spirits. His pair of red eyes looked weird and evil.

"play hard?"

He glanced at the Gong family disciples who dared not move and chuckled: "What methods do you useless people have?"

There was no disdain in his tone, which made the faces of the Gong family members turn red.

The disciple did not even dare to hesitate at this time, and said directly: "A month ago, the head of the Gong family gave us a formation. Together, we can kill a Jindan-stage cultivator."

"that's it?"

"Once a cultivator is enveloped by a formation, the formation will automatically activate, and the spiritual power of the person inside will be drained, and eventually turn into a pool of blood."

"Cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage cannot break through the formation, so they will basically be trapped inside and swallowed up."

Chu Xinglan frowned. Why did this formation sound like something non-serious?

And if it is really as they said, if I am not there, then wouldn’t Song Ling and the others all die if they encounter me?

"Then why haven't you taken any action yet? Why are you still hanging around outside?"

The disciple paused, looked up at him and said, "We don't want to do this. Once we are discovered, we will all become the target of public criticism."

"We plan to see if we can get first place through normal exploration."

Chu Xinglan looked at him in disbelief as if he had heard a joke: "Are you kidding me? As far as I know, you should all be direct descendants of the Gong family."

"Gong Bowen, that sinister fellow, gave the order to kill me and the disciples of Cang Qiong Mountain. This should have a higher priority than being the first one, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger gently scratched his waist, obviously this was a punishment for his lie.

The disciple couldn't help crying out in pain, cold sweat dripping down the corners of his eyes. He looked very embarrassed, but he still explained anxiously.

"I'm not lying. Patriarch Gong seems to have become a different person in the past two years. Especially in the past year, a group of people in the Gong family often disappear inexplicably."

"We were not originally here to participate in the competition, but the thirty people who were originally selected were unwilling to accept this mission and were directly turned into blood foam by the formation. We didn't want to die, so we accepted it."

Chu Xinglan sneered: "Then if you pretend to obey in the secret realm, and then we all get out safely, you can escape death?"

The disciple's eyes turned red: "This is Cangqiong Mountain. We plan to escape from the Gong family directly after we get out. The head of the family will not take action in Cangqiong Mountain."

Seeing that he was about to be frightened, Chu Xinglan curled his lips and looked at the other guy.

"Is what he said true?"

When the disciple saw Chu Xinglan looking at him, he shuddered and nodded quickly: "It's true, it's true."

"We have long wanted to stop staying in the Gong family. Apart from the main branch of the Gong family, outsiders like us are just dogs they keep."

Chu Xinglan looked him up and down and said, "You Gong family dogs are treated well. We can get you all to the late stage of foundation building, and some even to the great perfection of foundation building."

A trace of resentment flashed in the disciple's eyes: "If we don't get promoted within the stipulated time, we will be punished."

Chu Xinglan did not miss his gaze, and this time he walked straight to the leader.

"Your name is Gong Qin, right? Is there anything you want to confess?"

Chu Xinglan seemed to have had enough of playing with the dagger, so he put it away and put his left and right hands together, and the spiritual fire obediently jumped on his fingertips.

Gong Qin pursed his lips and said, "No, it is exactly what they said."

Chu Xinglan chuckled and pressed the index finger of his right hand directly on his shoulder.

The platinum flame was like a sharp needle, piercing into the shoulder and exiting from the back shoulder.

The scorching heat even burned the tissues around the wound. Not a drop of blood flowed out, but a hole was left.

Gong Qin's face turned pale instantly, and he couldn't control the pain and trembled uncontrollably, and half of his body lost consciousness.

This move of his frightened the disciples who had not yet taken their turn. They stepped back subconsciously, but the ropes on their hands prevented them from moving.

Chu Xinglan turned around and stared at them viciously: "Am I too kind and gave you some misconception?"