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

Chapter 179: Planning on Master

He just listened to a few words casually when he was in the meeting hall, and left after he finished talking about the secret realm intelligence, so he really had no idea what conclusion they had discussed.

Thinking about what his master said about the Demon Lord wanting to attack him, causing chaos in the entire cultivation world, the only possibility he had was to prepare for war.

He was genuinely worried. After all, Cangqiong Mountain was like his home to him, and there were many friends he cared about there.

Although he had not been to the demon tribe yet, judging from the attitudes of Xuan Ling and Bi Wu and the fact that they had mobilized the entire tribe to send him out in order to save him, just to fight for that glimmer of hope, it was obvious that they cared about him as the prince.

No matter which side he was on, he didn't want the war to reignite. By then, even if everyone was a cultivator with the ability to fly and hide, human life would be worthless.

Sang Yunqi's words were making more and more sense, but when he heard his question and thought about the conversation he had with Fan Lou that day, the lunatic, whose brain might not have fully developed, suddenly became speechless.

He wanted to grit his teeth and put the blame on Fan Lou, but his conscience couldn't let him go, so he spoke honestly.

"Even if a war breaks out, it may have nothing to do with Fan Lou. From what I've observed, Fan Lou isn't very interested in this matter. He may be more interested in me."

Sang Yunqi was very reluctant to admit this. He was not very familiar with Fan Lou and they only met briefly last time, but he could feel that Fan Lou was not the mastermind at all.

The main reason is that his brain, which is different from that of normal people, should not be able to do such a strategic thing.

Chu Xinglan's heart, which was filled with concern for the country and the people, suddenly hung in mid-air, neither up nor down, and his emotions were incoherent. It took him a long while before he looked at his master with a puzzled look on his face.

"Then Master just said..."

Sang Yunqi coughed lightly and interrupted him directly: "Just because Fan Lou doesn't think so doesn't mean that other people in the demon clan don't think so."

"As far as I know, the demons still have guardians under the Demon Lord. They probably didn't all die in the last war. The demons, like the monks, also have a deadline."

Chu Xinglan felt that his brain was not enough, so he thought carefully for a while before speaking tentatively.

"Master, what you mean is that the demon clan is not currently dominated by the Demon Lord alone? Are they also fighting among themselves?"

"Then there was an old immortal who wanted to extend his life or break through the barrier, and then he started to act like a demon and plot against Master?"

At this point, Chu Xinglan felt that something was not right: "Master, if they want to break through the barrier or live longer, why would they want to target you?"

"Why not target the Demon King and Xuan Ling?"

Sang Yunqi was originally somewhat relieved that his little disciple was smart and could figure things out so easily, but when he heard the last sentence, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitching.

"The Demon King is your biological father, and Xuan Ling is also your elder. How can you say such a thing?"

The Demon King who was addicted to seclusion and Xuan Ling who was addicted to eating melons: Haha, you are so filial.

Chu Xinglan was also a little embarrassed, "That's not what I meant. You are all the same. Why do they specifically look for Master?"

Sang Yunqi wanted to retract the words he had just said to praise his little disciple. This was not good enough, it was absolutely excellent.

He didn't know how his little disciple suddenly associated this matter with himself, but this matter was not easy to explain.

For a moment, Sang Yunqi was silent.

Just when the two were deep in thought, suddenly a man in a black robe appeared beside them and poured themselves a cup of tea.

"Of course, only your master can help. You are still alive and kicking now, thanks to your master's defeat..."

Before he could finish his words, Sang Yunqi had already quickly made hand gestures and placed two restrictions in the corner, pulling Chu Xinglan behind him. A strong spiritual power attacked the man, directly interrupting his next words.

Fan Lou raised his hand to block unexpectedly. Although he was not injured, the cup of tea splashed all over his face.

The wet hair on his temples stuck to his feminine face, and there were a few tea leaves in the corners of his eyes.

"Sang Yunqi, you're going too far!"

Sang Yunqi snorted coldly, but did not take any more action. He pulled his little disciple behind him to sit opposite Fan Lou, and then said unhappily.

"What are you doing here again? Did your men chase you out, Demon Lord?"

Just now, Chu Xinglan just suddenly heard someone talking, and then he knew nothing. It was not until now that he was pushed back into the seat by his master and heard the word "Demon Lord" that he came back to his senses.

The burning gaze instantly fell on Fan Lou's face opposite, staring at him carefully.

Please, this is the living Demon Lord. He has been curious about it for a long time. Now that there is a chance, he must take a good look at it.

Fan Lou was wiping the tea off his face when he felt his gaze and looked at him with a smile.

"Little prince, is my brother so handsome?"

Chu Xinglan got goosebumps all over his body when he was addressed as brother and looked away.

"What brother? It's so disgusting. You are still far inferior to my master. My master is the best looking."

Fan Lou was instantly unhappy, and looked at him with dissatisfaction and said, "You actually said that Sang Yunqi is prettier than me?"

Chu Xinglan thought he was going to attack him, so he quickly hugged his master's arm.

As a result, Fan Lou suddenly smiled and said, "That's true. Venerable Xing Heng is not only unrivaled in cultivation, but also has the best appearance. You have good taste."

Chu Xinglan: “???”

Sang Yunqi rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, protected Chu Xinglan behind him, and then looked at Fan Lou.

"Stop talking nonsense. What are you doing here? Want to fight?"

Fan Lou quickly waved his hands: "No fight, no fight, I just came out for a stroll. I have to say, your human world is much more interesting than the demon clan. I have been enjoying it for the past few days."

"Especially the food here, it's really irresistible. I wonder if sending a few chefs back to the demon tribe will scare people to death."

When Fan Lou said this, he was really conflicted. It was obvious that he had been thinking about this matter for a long time, but he soon put it behind his mind and looked at Sang Yunqi expectantly.

"I heard there's a temple fair in Haiyang City tonight. Do you want to go with me? I haven't seen it yet."

Sang Yunqi had no expression on his face: "No."

Fan Lou glared at him in dissatisfaction, then suddenly thought of something and smiled again.

"If you don't come with me, I will tell your little disciple what you didn't want me to say just now?"

Seeing that Sang Yunqi was about to lose his temper, Fan Lou quickly added another sentence.

"After I finish my visit to the temple fair, I will tell you which other families and sects have rebelled. How about that?"