The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 656

Seeing that the woman in his arms was still unconscious, Yan Hanzhou lowered his eyes anxiously, and when he was hesitating whether to continue inputting spiritual power into Su Qinghuan, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the depths of the cave!

"what happened?!"

Yan Hanzhou's heart skipped a beat. When he just stepped into the cave, he felt that it was extremely deep and vast. However, both he and Su Qinghuan were injured, and the master was in a coma. Naturally, the young man didn't dare to act rashly.

At the moment when Yan Hanzhou's mind was deep, the strange noise disappeared again, and only the slight sound of wind and water could be heard around him, other than that, everything was completely silent.

……

In this boundless silence, Yan Hanzhou glanced at the white-clothed immortal who was still sleeping with frowns.

He only felt that his heart was beating faster and faster, as if it was going to jump out of his chest, and held it directly in front of the ignorant white-clothed fairy in front of him.

"Master...Let the disciples explore the structure inside the cave first. If you wake up, don't wander around."

Yan Hanzhou took a deep breath, lowered his head cautiously, and was about to get dressed for Su Qinghuan, because the young man had already stopped Su Qinghuan's bleeding, but the bone was still deeply visible in the place where he was injured by the soul chasing nail.

Just when Yan Hanzhou felt distressed, he suddenly thought of something.

It seems that when he was beaten by Su Qinghuan in front of the Shangqing Hall a month ago, the master not only allowed him to soak in the spiritual spring, but also gave him a few bottles of elixir.

It's just that Yan Hanzhou at that time hated Su Qinghuan very much in his heart, and only thought that this lofty white-clothed fairy was a weasel giving a New Year greeting to a chicken.

……

At this moment, the injured person was replaced by Su Qinghuan, and Yan Hanzhou suddenly rejoiced that he still had some left in his hand.

Maybe there are more elixir in Su Qinghuan's storage bag, but she is still unconscious, and Yan Hanzhou's cultivation level is not enough to open the master's storage bag without hurting the master, Yan Hanzhou can only choose himself first Those left over from early last month.

"found it!"

Yan Hanzhou took out a bottle of elixir in a jade-colored porcelain bottle, his eyes lit up immediately.

There is Shengji Dianduan ointment in it, if someone with Jindan cultivator wipes it, it may not be able to completely erase the scars of the soul chasing nail, but Su Qinghuan is the body of Nascent Soul after all, although he is only struggling to maintain this cultivation, but at any rate The resistance to the soul chasing nail is much stronger.

……

Yan Hanzhou pulled down the collar of the white-clothed immortal again.

At this moment, the young man kept his eyes on his nose, his nose, his heart, and tried his best not to have other thoughts in his mind, and then he applied the light white Shengji Dianduan ointment on Su Qinghuan's injured area through his fingertips little by little.

After half a stick of incense, Yan Hanzhou felt that those injured places began to faintly show signs of healing.

"Sure enough."

Yan Hanzhou breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was an indescribable shame.

The extremely light jade-colored porcelain vase in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds in an instant.

The boy lowered his head and glanced at the jade-colored porcelain bottle with a complicated expression.

"Master, I'm sorry...it was the disciple's fault before. The disciple...shouldn't have speculated about the master's intentions so much."

Perhaps because of the change in mood, Yan Hanzhou is no longer willing to think about how he was treated harshly by Su Qinghuan's subordinates. Instead, the events that happened a month ago seem to be vivid in his mind.

Ever since he was whipped a few times by the master in front of the Shangqing Hall, although the master didn't say anything on the surface, but every move he made seemed to protect his attitude a lot.

If only it could go on like this forever.

Yan Hanzhou looked greedily at the woman with closed eyes. He lowered his head in a daze. After all, he didn't dare to kiss the immortal statue carved out of ice and snow in his arms. She touched Su Qinghuan's eyebrows.

"Master...wait for me, I will go back as soon as I go."

This is a cave in a certain cliff in Tianyuan Secret Realm, surrounded by fog and mist, if not for falling down like him and Master, I am afraid that others would not be able to find this place at all.

I believe that no monk would take such a risk with his life.

In this case, the probability of Master being in danger from outside is relatively low.

...But even so, before leaving, Yan Hanzhou carefully drew a formation beside Su Qinghuan.

Yan Hanzhou is not only a genius in swordsmanship, but also has great talent in formations. The formations he drew have the function of concealment and defense, and monks who are not at the Yuanying stage and above cannot see through them.

If there are monks at the Jindan stage and below who stray here by mistake, even if they find this formation by chance, as long as they try to break through, they will be sensed by Yan Hanzhou immediately.

If it is really so unfortunate that there are enemies at the Nascent Soul stage and above breaking in, in fact, ordinary manpower cannot resist it, and we can only resign ourselves to fate.

……

"Master, you must get well."

Before Yan Hanzhou walked into the depths of the cave, he turned his head three times a step at a time. When he saw the female cultivator in white who was placed on the big bluestone by himself, Yan Hanzhou hesitated for a few seconds, but couldn't help running back.

After staring at the woman's exquisite and shining face for a long time, Yan Hanzhou couldn't bear to offend him. He lifted up Su Qinghuan's sleeve in a daze, and saw the little red mole under the woman's white as snow right wrist.

Finally, Yan Hanzhou solemnly lowered his head, put his thin lips on the red mole on Su Qinghuan's wrist, and kissed it lightly.

The woman seemed to feel something in her heart, and let out a low voice.

"Well……"

Yan Hanzhou glanced at the woman guilty, seeing that Su Qinghuan still had no signs of waking up, he did not know whether to be thankful or disappointed and let out a sigh of relief.

"Master..."

His... Master.

Yan Hanzhou selfishly added a prefix that belonged to him to this title. He greedily and obsessively took Su Qinghuan's hand, and reluctantly let go after a long time.

If the master can always lean in his arms obediently like this, I am afraid that even if he is trapped in this secret realm of Tianyuan all his life, he will be willing, right?

……

Thinking of this, the young man revealed a touch of tenderness in his eyes. He gathered the messy hair on the woman's forehead behind her ears, and placed her carefully in front of the stone wall.

After doing this, the boy turned around and walked resolutely into the cave.

……

It is said that this Tianyuan secret realm was left before Da Neng crossed the catastrophe, and there are many treasures left behind.

Yan Hanzhou was also trying to try his luck, breaking down before standing up, and then he walked to the depths.

The further you go in, the more open it becomes.

Yan Hanzhou even saw a pool of water and some messy vines.

In the center of the pool, there was even an unknown flowering tree blooming. The flowers were extremely bright red, and there was even a red fruit hanging from a tall branch.

For some reason, Yan Hanzhou suddenly thought of the fantasy flower that Su Qinghuan was talking about.

Could that be the spirit flower and fruit of the illusion flower?

The young man's mind moved, and when he was in a trance, a figure in white clothes suddenly jumped out of the center of the pool.

The facial features of the other party are all familiar to young people, but Yan Hanzhou has never seen the soul-stirring charm of the woman's eyebrows.

The female cultivator in white has always had a cold face, but at this moment she looked at Yan Hanzhou with a sweet smile. The white dress that was as light as silk, because it was stained with water, revealed an imaginative arc.

"Han Zhou, why are you still in a daze, come here quickly..."

"Master... Master?"

Yan Hanzhou stared blankly at the white-clothed fairy with a charming and seductive smile. His expression was bewildered, his throat felt dry, and he strode towards the water pool as if he had lost his soul...

(End of this chapter)