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

Chapter 161 Demon Lord Fan Lou

Sang Yunqi simply ignored Xu Zhuo's voice and looked at the man opposite with eyes as sharp as swords.

The man had a feminine and handsome face. A fiery red diamond-shaped mark on his forehead made him look even more evil. His overly pale face made his thin lips look as red as blood.

She folded her arms lazily across her chest and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Xingheng, we finally meet. I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

"To show my sincerity, I specially asked someone to send your apprentice a welcome gift. Are you satisfied?"

Sang Yunqi chuckled, her delicate face instantly became even more charming, and her voice was as clear as a mountain spring.

"It seems that you are the new Demon Lord. You are indeed a young man with a lot of energy. Do you think you can stop me by yourself?"

The Demon Lord raised his hand and touched his chin: "Don't call me so unfamiliarly. My name is Fan Lou. You can call me by my name. This is a privilege I give you."

"Are you going to do anything to me?"

When he said this, his face suddenly turned red, as if he had heard something happy and was eager to try.

But soon, he hung his head in disappointment.

"But I want to be your friend more. Why don't we wait here patiently and see how your apprentice performs?"

As he spoke, Fan Lou waved his hand, and a water mirror appeared beside Sang Yunqi. The content in the mirror was exactly the scene of Chu Xinglan controlling the giant dragon to fight with the puppet.

Fan Lou looked at this scene in amazement: "Your disciple is very capable, and he lives up to your name Xing Heng at all."

Sang Yunqi's gaze subconsciously fell on Chu Xinglan, and his expression subconsciously softened a little, but soon returned to his previous calmness.

Sang Yunqi felt it when Chu Xinglan was in trouble. When he wanted to leave the back mountain and enter the secret realm to bring people out, Fan Lou suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

This was the first time he faced the new Demon Lord. Although he did not reveal a trace of demonic energy and looked like an ordinary cultivator, at his level, he no longer needed to care about these things.

The two seemed to be chatting happily, but the confrontation and testing of each other's energy was very dangerous. He was a little surprised at the strength of this new Demon Lord, even he could not see clearly.

Chu Xinglan is not in any danger in the picture, which is why he has not taken any action yet.

He was confident that he could escape from Fanlou's interception, but outside the back mountain, there were still many elders and disciples of Cangqiong Mountain, and Xu Zhuo was afraid that he could not handle them.

Unless he can severely damage Fan Lou.

Although his emotions softened only for a moment and were quickly concealed, Fan Lou still noticed it.

She stared at him with interest: "Everyone says that you value this little disciple very much. I didn't believe it at first, but it's actually true?"

"Tsk, I heard that Bi Wu of the demon tribe can listen to his command, and the national teacher also has a good relationship with him. Hmm, is he actually a big shot?"

Sang Yunqi sneered when he heard this: "Who can be considered a big shot in front of you? Is he the reincarnation of the Demon King?"

Fan Lou was choked. How desperate must the Demon King be to give up all his power, status and cultivation, and just reincarnate to find a master for himself? What's the difference between that and finding a father?

He was too lazy to test it and said directly: "Is this little guy the prince of the demon clan? Although his true identity cannot be seen, his platinum-colored life spirit fire is not something that any demon clan can awaken."

"I never thought that this little guy would survive. Although Xuan Ling's strength is not good, he is still good at doing these things."

Sang Yunqi's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect him to say this suddenly. Judging from the meaning of his words, it was indeed the demons who caused Xing Lan's accident.

Fan Lou glanced at him and said, "It wasn't me. I was still a young demon cultivator at that time. It was only after I entered the Demon Palace that I found the records of the previous Demon Lord."

"Is your little apprentice's soul still not in good condition? Do you want to know more details?"

Sang Yunqi looked at him deeply, without responding to his words, and asked instead.

"The black-robed man is related to you? Did you instigate those sects and families? What do you want, my life?"

Fan Lou looked at him angrily as if he had been slandered: "How could you think of me like that? I am the Demon Lord, how could I do such a shameless thing."

"Besides, I already said that I want to be your friend, so why would I want your life?"

"But I know who did it. Do you want to know? How about if you call out my name, I'll tell you?"

Sang Yunqi has lived for so many years and has met many different kinds of people, but this is the first time he has seen someone with such a weird personality.

His mouth was full of nonsense, but the other party spoke seriously, which gave him a headache. What made him even more helpless was that he actually felt that what he said was true.

But as two people who are naturally opposed to each other, he will not be led by the other party until things become clear.

Looking at the screen, Chu Xinglan's opponent has turned into a demon. Although there is no danger for the time being, Xinglan's attacks are still as fierce as ever, but he is obviously showing signs of fatigue.

He no longer had the interest to continue chatting with Fan Lou here. His little disciple must be feeling aggrieved for not saving him.

A long sword appeared out of thin air in his slender white hand, "I'm going to leave, do you want to attack me?"

Fan Lou pursed his lips, a trace of grievance appeared on his face, "Do you like him so much? Are you going to attack me just for him?"

"If you hit me, I'm going to hit that stinky old man who came to report the news just now."

"???"

Sang Yunqi really didn't understand his train of thought. What was going on? And was the stinky old man he was talking about Xu Zhuo? If Xu Zhuo heard this, he would probably go crazy.

He felt that Fan Lou was ill, and his illness was serious.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Sang Yunqi didn't know what to say for a moment. He looked at him speechlessly.

"So what are you going to do? I don't want to fight you, but Xinglan can't get into trouble. This is my bottom line."

Fan Lou looked at him silently, and finally a pitch-black heavy sword appeared in his hand.

He was still muttering quietly: "Sure enough, you just bully me."

"..."

Sang Yunqi really couldn't bear it anymore, so he raised his hand to reinforce the restriction on the back mountain, then raised his sword and stabbed towards Fan Lou.

Although Fan Lou appeared reluctant, he was very agile and easily dodged Sang Yunqi's attack.

"If you can't injure me severely today, I will definitely let your good disciple die in the secret realm."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yunqi's sword suddenly became three times more fierce.

"Oh, then show us your true abilities."

That being said, a familiar black scroll suddenly appeared in his left hand behind his back, and he crushed the scroll with a slight force of his fingers.