The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 388 Xianjun kills his wife to prove the way (45)

   The unparalleled face of the Mingming youth, Qingjun Wushuang, was close at hand, but Su Qinghuan knew that he could not catch that phantom.

  Su Qinghuan was confused for a moment.

  "Have we met somewhere..."

  She always felt that she and Shuanghan were familiar with each other.

  But what Su Qinghuan dare to be sure is that in these thousands of reincarnations, he has never encountered a person with such a personality.

   Will it be... him?

  Su Qinghuan’s heartbeat accelerated for a moment.

  System 233 always tells her, don’t force anything, and don’t be too persistent.

   But when facing the shadow she had been pursuing, Su Qinghuan felt uneasy.

   "What are you doing when you look at me like this, do you really want me to call you master every day?"

  The young sword spirit's pupils are clear and meaningless, Su Qinghuan almost feels that he can find the sea of ​​stars in the eyes of the other party.

  Su Qinghuan took a deep breath.

   "It doesn't matter, it's just a title. If I can, I just want to end all this soon, and then shape a real body for you."

   Regardless of whether Frost Han Sword Spirit was the one she was looking for, Shuang Han was always kind to her.

  There is no need to be confused by the momentary love.

  It is also inappropriate to treat others as a compensation.

  ……

  Sword Spirit of Frost Han seemed to understand Su Qinghuan's thinking at that moment.

  The young sword spirit was silent for a moment and stood beside Su Qinghuan. He quietly stretched out his hand, trying to catch Su Qinghuan’s sleeves.

  Slightly light and shadow came out of his fingertips, and Su Qinghuan couldn't bear it.

   "Why do you keep wasting your spiritual power, you can't touch me."

"I do not believe."

   Frost Han Jian Ling had stubbornness in his eyes, he fixedly looked at Su Qinghuan, and suddenly said what he had been up to in his heart.

   "If, I mean, if, if you didn't meet a **** like Jun Wuchen, would you choose another person as a Taoist companion and stay with you for life?"

  He is just a phantom, not qualified to stand beside her all the time.

  Shuanghan was not unwilling in his heart.

  But it’s good to guard her quietly like this.

  The avenue is supreme and lonely. If there is no one to accompany you, even if you really cross the catastrophe and become immortal, what about it?

  Frost Han Sword Spirit really doesn’t understand why those humans would rather abandon their most important relatives and lovers, or have to climb the so-called avenue.

  He didn't want Su Qinghuan to give up looking for the truly beautiful things in this world because of Jun Wuchen's affairs.

  Su Qinghuan smiled dumbly when she heard Shuanghan Jianling's words.

  "Why do you think so? Although I admit that I am disappointed with Jun Wuchen, you don't know that I am not the original owner, so I will not die for that scumbag."

  "……"

  Frost Han Jian Ling heard Su Qinghuan's words, a trace of hope arose in his heart.

  "Then...If someone is willing to stay with you all the time, will you be moved by him?"

"Moving?"

  Su Qinghuan condenses her eyebrows, slowly and authentically.

   "You may be moved in love, but there is no need to be together just because it is moved."

  The girl's brows and eyes showed strong confidence.

   "I believe that there is always such a person in this world who will wait for me in this world. He is destined for me, and so is me."

  "……"

  Frost Han Jian Ling heard Su Qinghuan’s determined tone, he hesitated for a moment.

  "Have you ever liked someone? Have you ever been hurt?"

   "...I have never been hurt by someone I like."

  Su Qinghuan smiled lightly.

   "What I really like is someone who is worthy of my liking, and he will never hurt me."

  The man who would be willing to accompany her to the end of his life, obviously would rather hurt himself than be willing to fight her.

  ……

   Shuanghan Sword Spirit heard the words, his brilliant and shining eyes flashed with a strange light, and then, the young man stared at Su Qinghuan's eyelashes very sincerely.

  "Su Qinghuan, can I be the one destined to be with you?"

   "...Aren't you already?"

  Su Qinghuan tilted her head and tentatively stretched out her hand towards Frost Han Sword Spirit.

  The hands of two people meet in mid-air.

  Obviously I didn't really touch it.

  But the palms overlap.

  There is a faint diarrhea in it.

  Su Qinghuan saw the sincere eyebrows of the young sword spirit. It was at this moment that she was so convinced that the person she had been looking for was him.

  This is an intuition.

"good."

  The young sword spirit's throat rolled for a moment.

  He suddenly longed to be able to really hit the palm of the person in front of him.

  He wants to become stronger.

  Frosty Cold Sword Spirit’s ears were slightly red, and his hands were clenched into fists.

   "For you, I will continue to work hard and strive to transform into a human form sooner."

"Hey you……"

  Su Qinghuan hadn’t understood what Shuanghan was going to do, but she saw the young boy’s shadow suddenly disappear from the world.

  Only the silver long sword in her hand was quietly displayed in her palm.

   "...Try to be human, there is no need to ignore me suddenly."

  Su Qinghuan murmured.

  And System 233 suddenly sounded in Su Qinghuan’s brain.

   "Host, do you really think this is more beautiful than a girl, and the sword spirit whose mouth is poisonous from time to time is what you are looking for?"

  System 233 teased.

  "You object, the changes before and after are too great? You are not afraid of finding the wrong one yourself."

   "It's him, not someone else."

  Su Qinghuan has boundless confidence in her heart.

  In fact, perhaps as early as in the chaos secret realm of the South China Sea, the Frost Han Sword Spirit was willing to give up the opportunity to transform, and left her aura to save her, Su Qinghuan had a vague hunch.

  People who love you will never want to see you hurt.

  Perhaps this is her luck.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan has the answer in her heart.

  She took a deep breath, clinging to the Frosthan long sword, and gently stroking the jade-colored sword ear on the hilt with her hand.

   "Shuanghan, I believe you can succeed, even if it is a thousand years, Wanan."

  After saying this, Su Qinghuan walked with the sword and hurried to Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

  She has a premonition in the dark.

  Perhaps practicing in Wan Jianzong is the most beneficial for her and Shuanghan.

  It's not just because the original owner's parents are there.

  ……

  What surprised Su Qinghuan was that at the foot of the mountain of Wan Jianzong, she encountered Luo Xun'er who was running all the way.

  It's just that Luo Xun'er didn't dress up as a witch.

   Instead, she wore the same clothes as her.

  The two faces are already seven or eight points similar. In this deliberate approach, the similarity between the two people is almost ninety-nine percent.

   "Father, mother, help me!"

  Luo Xun'er, who faked Su Qinghuan, snotted and shed tears, and ran directly to the guardian formation of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

  And Zhenjun Xinghe and Fairy Fuyu are also there at the moment.

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan put away the long sword, and suddenly appeared beside Luo Xun'er.

  She raised her eyebrows and smiled.

   "Why, Luo Xun'er, are you giving up doing magic repairs, are you going to throw away the dark and turn to Ming, by the way, pretending to be someone else's daughter?"

  Luo Xun'er shook her body.

  There was a hint of resentment in her eyes.

  (End of this chapter)