The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 598 Sick disciples don’t blacken (2)

  The noise of begging for mercy continued, and Su Qinghuan even vaguely heard the other party's head grabbing for the ground.

  "Master, please have a large number of adults, let Junior Brother Yan take a shot!"

  "Ling'er and Big Brother are here to kowtow, please! The little brother is really unintentional!"

  The soft female voice burst into tears, and soon an anxious male voice echoed.

"Yeah! Master! Open the door! Junior Brother Yan is so young, if his spiritual roots are damaged, he will not be able to cultivate immortals in the future! Is the Master willing to let the little Junior Brother such a talented person fall? !"

  Su Qinghuan had just passed through, and she was a little impetuous in her heart.

  Before she got up, she heard the man and woman groaning and begging, a husky voice of a teenager sounded like a broken gong.

  "Big Brother, Second Sister, don’t ask Master, Master, I’m afraid she won’t come out."

  The young man’s voice was extremely hollow, as if he had expected Su Qinghuan as a master to be so ruthless. The bitter smile in his words meant that he had already lost his vitality and desire to survive.

  The young men and women who were called the senior brothers and the second senior sisters, did not expect that Yan Hanzhou would have been frustrated to this point, and they were all shocked.

  The girl in the pink shirt looked at the boy's blood-stained appearance, and the tears that could not be stopped at the moment were even bigger.

  "Little brother, no, Master won’t be so unfeeling. Master loves me and big brother so much on weekdays. Let’s ask Master again, Master will definitely give you medicine to heal your injuries."

  The girl in the pink shirt wiped her tears, and was about to continue kowtow.

  On Yan Hanzhou's bloodless handsome face, at this moment, a cold and silent arc that sees through everything is drawn.

  His voice is astringent.

  "Master just loves you and big brother, she never waits to see me..."

  Hearing Yan Hanzhou's words, Zhong Ling'er and Liu Haoran, who are senior brothers and sisters, felt a little pain in their hearts.

  But what Yan Hanzhou said were all facts, and he was very powerless to refute.

  The young man in Taoist robe hesitated to speak but stopped.

  "Junior Brother Hanzhou, you are the only Thunder Heavenly Spiritual Root on our Liuli Peak. Master only has high hopes for you and treats you harshly. Junior Brother, you don’t have to..."

  "Big brother, you don’t have to say any more, stealing the elixir is my fault. You two don’t need to continue wasting time here for me. Get up."

  The juvenile's ink-like eyes were so dark that they couldn't blend in with the light.

  In the eyes of others, the Liuli Shangzun of Qingyunzong is such a glorious figure.

   Become famous when she was young, and she is a rare and unparalleled female nun on the Canglan Continent.

  Moreover, he also has compassion and love for his disciples. Zhong Ling'er and Liu Haoran, who are senior brothers and sisters, are the best examples. Liuli Xianzun treats them like brothers and sisters, not only often pointing, but also often gifting heaven and earth treasures.

  ……

  But all these cares are insulated from Yan Hanzhou.

  He was the last one to be accepted as a closed disciple by Su Qinghuan, and his aptitude was much higher than that of the previous brothers and sisters, but he was not welcome.

  Yan Hanzhou has long understood.

  ——In the eyes of this Liuli Immortal Venerable, he might not even be as good as grass mustard.

  Perhaps when the Master accepted him as a disciple, it was just because he was fancying his unique aptitude for Heavenly Spiritual Root.

  It is ridiculous that for so many years, even though his cultivation is the best among his peers, he has never received the guidance of his master.

  This time, he also lost directly in the Qingyunzong's sect Xiaobi, damaging Linggen, I am afraid that he will soon become the first outcast of Liuli Peak!

   Thinking of this, Yan Hanzhou’s eyes became darker and darker, his hands under the sleeves of his toga tightly clenched, not wanting others to see his fragility and despair.

  ……

  Zhong Ling'er, a girl in a pink shirt, saw Yan Hanzhou's eyes withered, and she felt distressed.

  Zhong Ling'er was originally Liulifeng’s youngest female disciple. Since Yan Hanzhou arrived, she has been promoted to senior sister.

  Also, Yan Hanzhou was the younger brother she watched to grow up. In addition, Yan Hanzhou's parents died and were not favored by the master. Zhong Ling'er, a naive little girl, naturally pityed this poor and hard-working brother a little bit more.

  She and Liu Haoran looked at each other helplessly, and when they were about to continue their efforts to kowtow, suddenly, the door of the Shangqing Palace suddenly opened!

  Zhong Linger and Liu Haoran were suddenly overjoyed.

   "The door is open! Master! Is the Master coming out?!"

   Yan Hanzhou heard the cry of joy from the two, and he opened his eyes in disbelief. Master, actually left the customs?

  Master...really...

  The blood-covered young man gritted his teeth tightly, thinking of that peerless cold face, without expecting anything in his heart.

  ……

  But Zhong Ling'er and Liu Haoran didn't think so. They raised their heads eagerly, wishing they could express their eagerness to save people with their eyes.

   At this moment, a flamboyant white shadow stunned.

  The woman wore a white dress, her black hair hung down, and she held it gently with a silver moon hairpin.

  In this completely natural black and white color, it is almost like a fairy in the world, and it is so beautiful that it is not like a person in this world.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan has not yet accepted the plot, but from the weeping conversations between these people outside the palace, he has analyzed the general situation three times and five times.

  She glanced coldly at the three in front of her. The woman in pink shirt and the young man in blue and white robes were kneeling on both sides. They were obviously the senior brother and the second senior sister who had been begging for mercy.

  In the middle of this kneeling boy, Su Qinghuan only glanced at it, and his eyelids jumped imperceptibly.

  ——This hurts a bit too tragically!

  I saw the young man dressed in a tattered single, his body was already covered with flesh and blood, and there were several very obvious bloodstains that were beaten by a whip.

  Looking at the posture of the wound, it was completely ruthless.

  Battered the boy's slightly thin body so much blood, even under the boy's kneeling robe, it condensed into a large pool of blood!

  啧……

  ——Needless to say, this is the brother Han Zhou who injured the spirit root during the game and stole the medicine.

  It’s just this welt...

  It's not like it was made in a game.

  Su Qinghuan grabbed the white long whip in his hand, and already had a guess in his heart.

  I'm afraid this whiplash was added when the original owner was angry.

  To a genius disciple to such a degree, did the original owner really lose for a small game?

  ……

  Su Qinghuan already had cares in her heart.

  While Yan Hanzhou was stared at by Su Qinghuan like this, his dark eyes became more and more gloomy and unpredictable.

  Master rarely looks at him for such a long time.

  Can today...

  The young man hadn't figured it out yet, he tentatively asked questions.

  "Master, you..."

  Hearing the boy's hoarse voice, Su Qinghuan didn't even think about it, so he drew a whip at the big hole under the boy's shoulder!

  (End of this chapter)