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

Chapter 109 Xu Zhuo returns to the mountain

Chu Xinglan spent the whole day trying to overcome the tribulation and drinking alcohol. Although he didn't feel anything, his body still couldn't take it.

After sending the message to Sang Yunqi, he hugged Sang Yunqi's pillow and slept until dawn.

A fair hand stretched out from under the quilt and fumbled around, then retracted after touching the jade slip for communication.

Suddenly, Chu Xinglan threw back the quilt and sat up, holding his jade slip in his hand. His big red eyes were wide open with surprise and delight in them.

[Be good, I'll bring you a gift when I get back. ]

But Chu Xinglan read these few short words again and again reluctantly, the curve of his mouth corners becoming bigger and bigger, and finally he lay back in the quilt and laughed happily.

But soon, he stopped smiling and slapped himself on the forehead in frustration.

"Chu Xinglan, can you be worth some money? Are you so easy to please?"

After saying that, he threw the jade slip of communication away, went out to wash up, and hummed a tune.

After a simple breakfast and blushingly restoring his master's bed to its original state, Chu Xinglan couldn't help but send a long string of messages to Sang Yunqi.

I didn't get any response, but I was very happy just talking to myself.

Seeing that the sun had risen very high in the sky, Chu Xinglan stopped his fingers with a sense of unfulfilled desire, took his sword and ran to the tree outside the yard to start practicing swordplay.

He first practiced the sword moves that he had secretly learned from Chen Xiu yesterday, modified a few places that he felt uncomfortable with, and practiced them a few more times.

Only then did he feel itchy and started practicing the sword skills that Sang Yunqi taught him.

After yesterday's sparring, Chu Xinglan finally understood why the sword moves he used seemed more fancy than those of his master.

Every move of his master carries the essence of the Dao. That is his own understanding of the way of the sword. As a novice, he obviously cannot understand it.

Moreover, everyone has his own ideas about how to use a sword, so no matter how much he practices, he can never be as good as his master.

He was no longer in a hurry and calmed down to hone his sword skills bit by bit.

Chu Xinglan practiced until the sky was filled with sunset glow. Then he wiped the sweat off his face, put away his sword, and started practicing the boxing technique given to him by the eldest princess.

In the evening, I called Song Ling and a few others to have dinner together. It was a very fulfilling day.

The back mountain was dark because no one was there, and even the sounds of flowers, birds, fish and insects seemed to have disappeared.

Chu Xinglan picked up a piece of dogtail grass from the roadside and put it in his mouth, then walked along the path towards his yard, bored.

The clouded leopard didn't know where it went to play, but it suddenly jumped out from the side and almost bumped into Chu Xinglan.

Chu Xinglan slapped him on the head and lightly jumped onto his back.

"walk home."

The clouded leopard obediently carried him forward step by step.

Entering the familiar courtyard, Yunbao subconsciously wanted to take Chu Xinglan to his room, but was stopped by Chu Xinglan, who jumped directly off his back.

"You can sleep in the yard today. You can help me guard the door."

After saying that, he hesitated for a moment, then pushed open Sang Yunqi's door and walked in.

After a while, he retreated again, opened the door of his own room next door, and took out his sword.

Clouded Leopard was lying outside the yard when he heard a bang and the sound of wood breaking. Then he saw Chu Xinglan walking out contentedly, holding his pillow and quilt.

"My bed is broken, so I have to make do with it in Master's room."

After saying that, he went back to Sang Yunqi's room and closed the door.

Clouded Leopard saw that he had stopped moving, and then curiously walked into Chu Xinglan's room through the door that was not closed tightly.

I saw that the originally two-meter-long bed was in pieces, with broken wooden boards all over the floor. It was obvious that someone had done a ruthless job on it and it couldn't even be repaired.

The clouded leopard didn't understand and was shocked.

……

The next day, Chu Xinglan repeated yesterday's schedule, but at noon, he suddenly received a message from Chen Xiu that Xu Zhuo had returned.

Chu Xinglan raised his eyebrows, went back to take a shower, and went straight to Xu Zhuo's residence.

When he arrived, there were only Xu Zhuo and Chen Xiu in the courtyard. Xu Zhuo concealed his whereabouts when he went out, and naturally came back quietly.

He could only grab his beloved disciple and talk eloquently about how smart and courageous he was along the way. Chen Xiu yawned as he listened to him.

Chu Xinglan stepped into the yard: "Then he was beaten and sent a message to the ancestor asking for help?"

Before Xu Zhuo even saw the person coming, he subconsciously retorted: "How is that possible? I haven't even entered the gate of Anmo City. Why would I ask for help? The ancestor went there by himself and was chased back to me."

After he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. He looked up and saw Chu Xinglan's half-smile.

"..."

Chen Xiu couldn't help laughing out loud. He found that Xing Lan was simply his master's nemesis!

Xu Zhuo glared at him fiercely, and Chen Xiu quickly put away the smile on his face.

Chu Xinglan sat down next to Xu Zhuo in a familiar manner and poured himself a cup of tea from the teapot on the table.

"My master took the initiative to go there?"

Seeing Xu Zhuo was about to speak, he added another sentence.

"Think it over before you speak, otherwise I will complain to my master and say that you bullied me."

Xu Zhuo was choked and stared at Chu Xinglan: "Are you threatening me?"

Chu Xinglan showed a fake smile: "How could that be? I don't have the strength to threaten you."

"Oh, then why should I tell you? If you have the ability, go and ask yourself."

Chu Xinglan let out a click of his tongue, then took out his jade slip and tapped it quickly with his fingers.

Xu Zhuo took a quick glance and immediately reached out to stop his action.

"Xinglan, it was just a joke. I didn't mean to say it."

Chu Xinglan was satisfied then. He did not put the jade slip away but placed it on the table. He looked up and signaled Xu Zhuo that he could speak.

Xu Zhuo felt that he had never had a good day since his ancestor took Chu Xinglan in.

When the ancestor of Anmo City threatened him, he admitted that he was inferior to others in strength. But when he came back, he was still controlled by Chu Xinglan. It was a shame for him to be the head of the sect!

But he still said honestly: "The ancestor took the initiative to go there, and we met outside Anmo City."

"Is there something wrong with my master's health?"

Xu Zhuo subconsciously glanced at him, and seeing that he was squinting his eyes and looked ferocious as if he would bite anyone if they told a lie, he felt like crying but had no tears.

"He was a little weak. I asked him and he said he was fine."

"Oh, do you think I'm easy to deceive?"

Xu Zhuo was almost crying. The old ancestor's threatening words were still vivid in his mind. Chu Xinglan was watching him closely from the side. His eyes rolled and he suddenly raised his hands to cover his head.

"Chen Xiu, I feel a little dizzy. Come on, help me into the house."

Chu Xinglan sneered, and touched his forehead with two fingers of his right hand. A cluster of platinum flames appeared on his fingers, dancing happily.

"No need for Chen Xiu, how about I help you sober up?"