The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 639 Sick disciples don’t blacken (43)

  The two stood very close at this moment. Even if Yan Hanzhou didn't speak, Su Qinghuan could almost feel the heat from the palm of the young man on his waist.

  The heat seemed to penetrate into her skin through the white gauze.

   Obviously knows that what Yan Hanzhou said about like is only the respect and love for respecting the teacher, but after all, Yan Hanzhou is no longer a little radish in his early ten years old. Judging from his body shape, he is almost an adult.

  The realm of comprehension does not pay attention to the protection of men and women like the world, but at this moment, Yan Hanzhou is so imprisoned by her waist, and even has to bury her head on her shoulders.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan was suddenly very embarrassed, the white-clothed Xianzun frowned, and his eyes swept towards Yan Hanzhou indifferently.

   "Han Zhou, you first let go as a teacher."

  "The disciple will not let go...If you let go, the disciple will know that I am afraid that I will never have the chance to hug Master again."

Yan Hanzhou raised his head pitifully, and his eyes seemed to be stained with hazy mist. It was obvious that this man was a young man with a size of more than eighty meters, but at this moment, acting coquettishly was more attractive than the squeamish girl of Zhong Linger. Can't stand.

  "Master...Are you really, don’t you like the disciples at all?"

  "……"

  I always feel that it’s a bit weird to say that I like my male apprentice, even if it’s just a feeling of mentor and apprentice.

  Young parents passed away too early, Yan Hanzhou grew up in Liuli Peak since he was a child, and no one would teach him what the difference between men and women is.

  Speaking of which, this pot must also be counted on the head of the original owner.

  In the past, she had mentioned a few words to Zhong Ling'er about Taoist couples, spiritual cultivation, etc., so that Zhong Ling'er should pay attention to the unruly people when he went down the mountain to experience.

   But for male apprentices, whether it is Yan Hanzhou or Liu Haoran, the original body has never been popularized.

   Under these conditions, Yan Hanzhou could have three thousand harems, and he could only say that the Son of Destiny was added to the halo.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan hesitated, seeing Yan Hanzhou’s sad eyebrows, and unable to say all kinds of harsh words, so Su Qinghuan wanted to smooth the hair on the top of Yan Hanzhou’s head.

  ——Well, Yan Hanzhou is too big.

   Facing the height difference between the two people, she seemed a little embarrassed if she raised her hand to smooth the hair, so Su Qinghuan patted Yan Hanzhou on the shoulder as she did last time in Wujianping.

   "Hanzhou, you don't have to be sad."

  Su Qinghuan considered it for a while, and looked at the young man's sorrowful eyes very seriously.

   "Being a teacher also likes you, just like Linger and Haoran. You are all good disciples of the deity."

  As soon as I said this, Su Qinghuan felt something strange, like a scumbag affectionately telling his girlfriend how many good sisters he has.

   "The disciple knows, but the disciple...is not satisfied."

  Yan Hanzhou clenched his hands into fists slightly, and then silently pinched Su Qinghuan's gauze on his waist. If he was not reluctant, he really wanted to buckle the woman's waist and tell her not to say those things behind.

  What he wants to hear is that she always likes him.

   is not just a liking for apprentices, but also not a liking like Zhong Linger and Liu Haoran.

  What he wanted was more than the closeness of the white-clothed Immortal Venerable.

  He wants to be the most special one in Su Qinghuan’s eyes.

  And also...the only one.

  ……

  Hearing what Yan Hanzhou said was dissatisfied, Su Qinghuan was speechless.

  I always feel like I’m coaxing kids in kindergarten, what’s the matter?

  Yan Hanzhou is also seventeen years old anyway, OK!

  Su Qinghuan frowned. Seeing that Yan Hanzhou was still holding her waist eagerly and refusing to let go, Su Qinghuan had a headache, but she knew that Yan Hanzhou's physical condition was not very good at the moment. If she pushed her away forcibly, she would feel ashamed.

  Su Qinghuan hesitated for a while, as if coaxing a child, her voice softened a bit unconsciously.

  "You first let go of being a teacher, and promise you for your teacher. As long as your cultivation level is still diligent and you become a role model among the righteous people, you will definitely prefer you as a teacher among all the disciples in the future."

  Have you heard her request!

  Not only is the cultivation base to be refined, but more importantly, it is to become a role model among the righteous people!

  In the future, if Yan Hanzhou really wants to go back to the world to cultivate demons, will he still remember what she said today?

  ……

  Sure enough, as soon as Su Qinghuan’s words fell, Yan Hanzhou’s expression suddenly stagnated.

  He knew how much the Immortal Venerable White in front of him hated magic repair.

  Before, Yan Hanzhou had never thought about the sky between the two.

  Compared with the question of the status of master and apprentice, the cultivation world pays more attention to cultivation level. If his cultivation level one day rivals the master, or even surpasses the master, the difference between master and apprentice will not be that important.

   But if you are a demon cultivator, and Su Qinghuan is a righteous monk, I am afraid that Master will never look at him again in the future.

  Thinking of that possibility, Yan Hanzhou's brows and eyes showed a strong hostility.

  ——No, even if there is such a day, even if it is tied up, he must tie the master to himself!

  Such paranoid thoughts surfaced in my heart, and the young man himself was a little surprised.

  He wrinkled his eyebrows slightly, and loosened Su Qinghuan's waist impetuously.

  The young man's voice was dull, and he lowered his head, unwilling to let Su Qinghuan see his strange emotions at the moment.

   "Master, disciple knows."

  ……

  Su Qinghuan saw Yan Hanzhou's head down, and thought that Yan Hanzhou was so depressed because of her injury at the moment. She rarely spoke gently, deliberately soothing the teenager's emotions.

  "You don’t have to think that this condition is too harsh. As a teacher, on the first day of accepting you as a disciple, you will know that you will become a great weapon in the future. If you find the illusion flower, you will surely heal the injury."

   "Yes, the disciple thanked Master for his teaching."

  Yan Hanzhou thought of the difference between Su Qinghuan and his own righteousness and evil, and immediately walked towards the haystack beside him unhappily, sitting cross-legged, with a gloomy expression.

  "……"

  Where did you provoke this boss?

  How did you change your face so quickly?

  Su Qinghuan was dumbfounded.

  But she knows that adolescent children are the easiest to rebel, and she has no intention of exploring Yan Hanzhou's awkward emotions.

  Su Qinghuan looked up at the sky, seeing Muye Sihe, and willow shoots on the moon, he spoke to Yan Hanzhou warmly.

  "It is not appropriate to stay here. My teacher noticed that there is a cave nearby. I will be there for one night tonight."

"good."

  Yan Hanzhou nodded at Su Qinghuan concisely, his expression was heavy, and he could not see any happiness, anger, sorrow or sorrow.

  You can’t guess the mind of a young man!

  I just stuck her to death like a child, but now she is so indifferent.

  Su Qinghuan confided in his heart, and soon entered the cave with Yan Hanzhou. To be on the safe side, Su Qinghuan added a defensive circle and a blind eye circle outside, which ordinary people can't find here.

   Just as Su Qinghuan was about to close her eyes to rest, she suddenly saw Yan Hanzhou picking up the dead Yufeng Beast.

   "What are you doing—"

  (End of this chapter)