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

Chapter 122 Unexpected Discovery

It must be said that Song Ling's casual remark actually hit the mark.

Li Wen and Chu Xinglan hit it off immediately, one spoke eloquently while the other listened with surging emotions.

When it got dark, both of them were still reluctant to leave.

Li Wen has already seen that Chu Xinglan's current state is obviously that of being in love without realizing it. The ancestor certainly doesn't have any serious intentions in mind since he dotes on her so much.

Isn't this like-minded? The ambiguous period is the best!

However, as Chu Xinglan's friend, Li Wen still felt a little disappointed with this silly guy.

How can you take the initiative in everything? You have to flirt and fish!

Especially Chu Xinglan's skin is obviously gifted by nature. Not to mention that he is cute in animal form, he is also very handsome in human form. Isn't he both salty and sweet?

However, she had no intention of reminding Chu Xinglan that he had evil intentions. Not to mention scaring him, she hadn't knocked enough.

But can she help? There are so many good-looking men and women coming to Cangqiong Mountain now, it’s like giving someone a pillow when they are sleepy.

Li Wen was so excited that she couldn't sleep the whole night. She made several plans overnight, determined to lock this person down.

……

The next morning, Chu Xinglan opened his eyes and saw that Sang Yunqi was no longer on the bed. He felt a little regretful.

But today is the day of the exchange competition, so he has no time to waste and quickly gets out of bed to wash up.

After getting himself ready, Chu Xinglan went out and saw Sang Yunqi sitting at the stone table in the yard, with breakfast already prepared on the table.

After greeting Sang Yunqi cordially, Chu Xinglan sat down next to him, his eyes fixed on the food on the table.

Seeing the familiar and exquisite dishes, Chu Xinglan was very happy, but he still had to pretend to be sensible on the surface.

"Master, you don't have to run out to buy breakfast early in the morning. I can do it."

Sang Yunqi handed him the chopsticks and said, "It's not a big deal. Eat now. We should enter the secret realm today and it will take three days to come out. Are you ready?"

Chu Xinglan took the chopsticks and first picked up a golden roll for Sang Yunqi, then said, "It's ready, Master, don't worry."

The two of them ate and chatted, and ended their breakfast happily and relaxedly.

Chu Xinglan consciously put away the dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash them. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen and saw the scene inside, he was stunned.

There was only a little charcoal left from burning wood at the bottom of the kitchen stove, emitting a bright red light.

Although the bar counter looked cleaned, Chu Xinglan noticed a little flour in the corner, which must have been overlooked by the cleaner.

Chu Xinglan had specially prepared a trash can in the kitchen, and now it was half filled with kitchen waste.

All this proved to him that someone had used the kitchen that morning, and he hadn't.

There are really only two people in the entire back mountain now. It is impossible that they were used by Clouded Leopard. So who came here? The answer is obvious.

Chu Xinglan had a wooden face and mechanically brushed the dishes in his hands relying entirely on muscle memory.

If he remembered correctly, he had asked his master what he couldn't do, and his master said that he couldn't cook.

Haha, what a fool that can’t cook. Thinking about how he had foolishly asked his master to take him to the restaurant to eat, and that he thought that he was a private chef and wouldn’t easily accept orders, Chu Xinglan felt choked in his throat and felt extremely uncomfortable.

But thinking about the fact that his master would cook for him, Chu Xinglan couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with joy, which made him feel very upset.

I didn't even know what expression to use to face Sang Yunqi.

Seeing that he hadn't come out for a long time, Sang Yunqi went straight to him.

"Are you not done washing yet?"

As a result, he was met with Chu Xinglan's conflicted eyes.

Sang Yunqi's heart skipped a beat, and he asked inconspicuously, "What's wrong?"

"Master, you lied to me again."

After seeing Sang Yunqi, Chu Xinglan's grievances finally prevailed, and he looked into his eyes with resentment and accusation.

He really didn't understand, what kind of bad taste did the master have? This kind of thing was not the first time, but his master always enjoyed it.

Sang Yunqi glanced around the kitchen and knew what was going on. It seemed that he was in too much of a hurry this morning and didn't clean up thoroughly enough.

He coughed lightly and said, "I was wrong. I didn't mean to lie to you. I just said it casually that day. And I haven't done it for hundreds of years, so I'm quite rusty."

Chu Xinglan didn't believe him. His master was always dishonest: "Master, aren't you saying this because you don't want to cook?"

He thought about it for a long time and felt that this was the only reason that fit his master's personality. In a place with such heavy fumes in the kitchen, his master would probably use his spiritual power to create a protective shield around himself when cooking.

Sang Yunqi felt guilty when he looked at him, so he looked up and touched his nose.

"Well, I prefer the food you cook. I think it's delicious. Especially delicious."

Chu Xinglan put the washed dishes in the cupboard, walked to his side, tiptoed lightly, got in front of him and sneered.

"How can my cooking skills compare to Master's? We have different tastes, and Master has made it so many times, but he just lets me guess and doesn't tell me. Do you think it's interesting?"

Sang Yunqi subconsciously took two steps back and was grabbed by Chu Xinglan's wrist.

"Master, why are you running? Did you get what you said?"

Sang Yunqi never thought that this day would come. It was such a shame that he was forced to retreat by his own disciple.

But looking at his watery eyes, Sang Yunqi was speechless again.

He was indeed in the wrong in this matter, but he just thought that it was very cute to see Chu Xinglan praising him in front of him without knowing the truth.

He had always been looking forward to what Chu Xinglan would be like when he knew the truth, and he had imagined many possibilities.

Surprised, happy, angry, indifferent, cursing, or hugging him and praising him for being so great.

Now that he saw it, it was different from everything he had thought.

Although Chu Xinglan questioned him forcefully and even spoke sarcastically to him, Sang Yunqi still felt the grievance that he was trying hard to hide.

In those eyes, which were lightly misted, there was a stubbornness that was forced not to be exposed.

Looking at Chu Xinglan like this, he really didn't want to admit that he just wanted to intensify it and bully him even harder.

Let the mist in his eyes condense into beads, let him throw himself into her arms in grievance and cry and act coquettishly in a hoarse voice.

Sang Yunqi closed his eyes, trying to forcibly dispel these inexplicable yet fascinating thoughts.

But the sound of the violent heartbeats was like hitting his ears, and he could not ignore it at all.

He must be sick.