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

Chapter 168 Wishful Thinking

Sang Yunqi felt a little disgusted by his naive look, so he pushed Chu Xinglan's head back onto his shoulder and then spoke.

"What's the big deal? Xuan Ling should still be in the back mountain. I have to go back first."

"Please take care of the arrangements here. Xuan Ling and I have some things to discuss. If you have any questions, we can talk tomorrow."

After saying that, the man disappeared in the square.

Xu Zhuo raised his hand to wipe his face, and in his heart he just wanted to laugh. He was making a fuss out of nothing. The Demon Lord and the Demon Clan’s Imperial Master, this will eventually be exposed, okay?

However, looking at the chaotic scene and the miserable disciples from various sects, Xu Zhuo quickly calmed down and began to arrange follow-up matters.

These people definitely can't leave now, and the Demon Lord has been born, which means that the world is going to be in chaos.

Those who were discussing whether to return to their respective sects before, probably no one wants to leave now. He has already foreseen the scene of everyone quarreling in the next few days.

In the square, with the help of the disciples of Cangqiong Mountain, the chaos soon became orderly, and those who needed to heal were healed, and those who needed to rest were resting.

On the other side, after Sang Yunqi returned to the back mountain, he lifted the ban after confirming that Fan Lou had indeed left.

After sensing that Xuan Ling was still on the top of the mountain, he rushed over directly.

Although Xuan Ling did not suffer any injuries in the battle with Fan Lou, he was very exhausted. So after Fan Lou left, he did not rush to leave, but just sat cross-legged on the spot and started to meditate, while waiting for Sang Yunqi.

After feeling the familiar breath, he immediately stopped regulating his breathing, opened his eyes, and started cursing.

"Sang Yunqi, you bastard, you actually knew to come back!"

"You are simply not a human being. You didn't even tell me in advance and just threw me to that lunatic Fan Lou. Do you know that he is seriously ill?"

After seeing the intimate posture of the two, the words he was about to complain about were instantly stuck in his throat, and he rushed towards Sang Yunqi angrily, his eyes red.

"You bastard, let His Highness go!"

"Do you have any shame? You actually... You actually..."

He almost couldn't continue talking. This person was becoming more and more rampant. He actually did such an intimate thing in broad daylight.

Chu Xinglan felt very embarrassed when he was held tightly in front of so many people and was being stared at by everyone.

After hearing Xuan Ling's words, he could no longer stay there. He patted Sang Yunqi's back and signaled him to put him down.

Sang Yunqi was originally hugging Xiao Xinglan comfortably, but now he felt Xiao Xinglan's resistance and felt very unhappy. He looked at Xuan Ling with unfriendly eyes.

Xuan Ling felt his murderous gaze and immediately broke down his defense, looking at Sang Yunqi in disbelief.

"You really haven't even acted like a human being yet. I helped you stop the Demon Lord, and you're still threatening me?"

Sang Yunqi felt the person in his arms struggling more and more fiercely, and he had no choice but to loosen the shackles.

Chu Xinglan jumped off him in an instant, her little face flushed. After hesitating for a long time, she finally hid behind Sang Yunqi, poked her head out and looked at Xuan Ling, whom she hadn't seen for some time.

Sang Yunqi found Chu Xinglan's hand and held it in his palm. Only then did he barely regain his composure and looked at Xuan Ling with disgust.

"Stop talking nonsense. The birth of the Demon Lord is not just a matter for our cultivation world. Isn't it your responsibility to contribute a little?"

"I didn't expect you to be such a loser. You can even let someone run away. I think you are becoming more and more useless."

Xuan Ling was so angry that his nose was about to be crooked.

"You are so powerful, so why did you call me here? We fought for so long but you didn't cause any injuries to Fan Lou. You broke the restriction and he broke it in one go."

As he spoke, the more he looked at the two people holding hands, the more annoying it was. He walked forward, opened Sang Yunqi's hand, and pulled Chu Xinglan behind him. He blocked Chu Xinglan tightly like an old hen protecting her calves.

"Can you hug my little prince? Can you hold his hand? You are so shameless, an old cow eating young grass, you are dreaming."

Sang Yunqi rubbed his suddenly empty fingers and concealed them in his sleeves without leaving any trace.

Chu Xinglan had known that these two people would fight whenever they met, but he didn’t care much. Didn’t he see that Xuan Ling hadn’t made any move in such a long time?

However, he was still very curious about Xuan Ling's words and looked at him with his head tilted.

"Why do you call me Your Highness when I am such a powerful member of the demon clan?"

Xuan Ling raised his hand and rubbed his head, feeling a little emotional. It was indeed nice to touch. No wonder that bastard Sang Yunqi was always touching him.

He was so happy that he couldn't hold back his words and spoke proudly.

"Of course, you are the only prince of our demon clan, Your Highness, the future leader of the demon clan."

"So, don't be afraid. If that bastard Sang Yunqi dares to bully you, the entire demon clan will not agree. We will all support you."

Sang Yunqi's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and he could no longer bear it and scolded, "Xuan Ling, are you crazy? You said anything!"

After saying that, he looked at Chu Xinglan worriedly, fearing that he would be stimulated like this and the seal on his body would become unstable, causing something to go wrong again.

After hearing what he said, Xuan Ling finally reacted and suddenly became a little flustered. He quickly turned around to look at Chu Xinglan.

Chu Xinglan was still a little surprised. He had guessed what his identity might be, and perhaps a bit powerful, but he never expected that he was actually the prince of the demon clan.

But it wasn't that he was so surprised that he couldn't believe it. On the contrary, he quickly accepted his identity.

Bi Wu, a great general of the demon tribe, was respectful and close to him, and the demon tribe's national master was also very caring towards him. He would not believe it if they really said that they just had a liking for him.

Chu Xinglan touched his chin and looked at the two of them curiously.

"Then can you tell me what species I am? I have been curious about this for a long time. I originally thought I was a dog, but dogs don't have horns."

"Now you say that I am the prince of the demon race, so am I some kind of divine beast?"

Sang Yunqi and Xuan Ling were both stunned. They thought a lot about what Chu Xinglan would be like after knowing his identity. They were even prepared for Chu Xinglan's seal to be broken and he would faint.

But even if they racked their brains, they would never have thought that the first question Chu Xinglan asked was what species he was.

Sang Yunqi looked at the pair of big eyes full of curiosity with complicated eyes. They were still as pure and clean as before, without any resentment or hidden anger.

He pulled the person back into his arms, glared at the bewildered Xuan Ling, and then explained gently.

"It's not a dog, it's a Qiongqi."