The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 654 Sick disciples don’t blacken (58)

   Entering the cave, Yan Hanzhou discovered that there was a cave inside.

  At this moment, his spiritual sense is blocked, and the distance of perception is limited, but even so, Yan Hanzhou still feels that it is extremely narrow and long inside. If it can pass more than ten meters, it will become wide again, and even a vague sound of water will be heard.

  Because he was worried that there would be venomous snakes and beasts entrenched in this cave, Yan Hanzhou held the injured white-clothed Immortal Venerable, behaving cautiously, and did not advance too much before Su Qinghuan woke up.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou sat down under a large rock wall with Su Qinghuan in his arms. Seeing the blood spreading from the corners of Su Qinghuan’s lips, Yan Hanzhou’s eyes changed, and he couldn't tell whether it was pain or regret.

  If only he is stronger.

  If he could be stronger, he wouldn’t have to let the Master personally block him in front of him next to the chasing nail.

  ……

  The young man felt a pain in his heart. He took out a plain white silk kerchief from his storage bag and carefully wiped it towards the corners of Su Qinghuan’s lips.

  Because of the closeness of the two, Yan Hanzhou could clearly feel the softness under his fingertips.

  ——That is...Master’s lips.

  Because of excessive blood loss for a while, Su Qinghuan’s original bright lips are a little pale at the moment, but it does not affect the beauty of the facial features.

   is just a bit more fragile and extravagant than the usual awe-inspiring appearance.

  ……

  "Master..."

  Yan Hanzhou was deeply infatuated with the figure in front of him in his heart. At this moment, his sweetheart was held in his arms unsuspectingly, only if he was a saint, he would not be able to have the slightest beautiful thoughts.

  The young man murmured lowly, and couldn't help lowering his head. When the two of them were still a short distance away, Yan Hanzhou stopped.

  As long as he gets closer...

  Yes, just a little bit.

  His lips can touch the thin lips of the White Immortal Venerable in front of him.

   Yan Hanzhou's heart swayed, and even his breathing became much faster.

  Perhaps it was because of the heat exhaled by the thin lips of the young man, sprayed on the face of the white-clothed Xianzun, and the beautiful eyebrows of the white-clothed woman suddenly wrinkled slightly.

   "Hmm, it hurts..."

   Hearing Su Qinghuan muttering unconsciously, Yan Hanzhou immediately slapped himself.

  How could he have such a disrespectful thought to the master who passed out in a coma?

  What's more, the master was injured for himself.

  ……

   Yan Hanzhou slapped his face with great strength, and soon a light red palm print appeared.

  But Yan Hanzhou still felt that he was not enough. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold on to himself for a while, and he was afraid that he would do something wrong.

But because Su Qinghuan’s situation at the moment is too wrong, she is also a Liuli Wushen body, and at this moment, the old wounds are attacking, and a lot of spiritual energy in the meridians escapes. If it weren’t because of being held in her arms by Yan Hanzhou, I’m afraid she would be so painful and unconscious. The ground is rolling all over.

   That is, because Yan Hanzhou is a fierce fire to a yang body, the two are attracted to each other. Seeing Yan Hanzhou want to stay away from her because he spit on herself, Su Qinghuan subconsciously leaned in the boy's arms.

"do not leave……"

  The woman's voice is too low.

   "Master, what are you talking about?"

  Yan Hanzhou woke up suddenly, he hurriedly lowered his head, trying to get close to Su Qinghuan’s lips to listen to what Su Qinghuan said, but only heard some vague and broken mutters.

  Can't hear exactly what Su Qinghuan is talking about.

  ……

  The young man felt anxious, but his eyes fell unconsciously on the Zhang Hehe lips of the White Immortal Venerable.

  I didn’t know how he was so obsessed, Yan Hanzhou stretched out his fingers with distinct joints like a demon, and brushed Su Qinghuan’s lips little by little.

   And the white-clothed Immortal Venerable felt the temperature on his lips that did not belong to him, but he undoubtedly felt that the person who was similar to the antidote was closer.

  She opened her lips unconsciously, and even gently sucked the boy's finger!

  Like this, it can relieve her pain a bit.

  In fact, this is also the case.

  In the face of no cure, Yan Hanzhou, who has a blazing yang body, is indeed, to some extent, Su Qinghuan’s “antidote”.

  ……

  ! ! !

  "Master..."

  Master, she... actually--

Feeling the temperature on his fingertips that does not belong to him, Yan Hanzhou's eyes widened in disbelief.

  And when the lady in white heard Yan Hanzhou’s exclamation, her eyebrows were only frowned imperceptibly, but she didn't mean to let Yan Hanzhou go.

  All of a sudden, the cave became a little quiet and weird.

  Yan Hanzhou’s eyes were dull, he stared at his fingertips a little bit dumbfoundedly, feeling that there seemed to be sparks passing by.

  ——Knowing that Master just lost consciousness, he should stop her.

  But the boy couldn’t make this kind of rejection at all.

  Can't even help but give birth to more greed in my heart.

  ……

  The scene in the dreamland where he dragged the White Immortal Venerable into the Spirit Spring, appeared again.

  Yan Hanzhou discovered for the first time that what Master said before was correct, he was really a wicked disciple who deceived his master and annihilated his ancestors, he should die...

  But... what if you were here today to be someone else?

  Who would dare to say that the control of the will is better than him?

  "Master...Master..."

  The young man chanted Su Qinghuan’s name silently in his heart over and over again. Through Su Qinghuan’s coma, his eyes were invisibly and greedily outlined the outline of the woman’s facial features. Those eyes that were already dull became as dark as ink.

  How many depressed and strong feelings there are in    is not known at all.

  ……

  The two got so close, the White-clothed Immortal Venerable made such a move unconsciously, and Yan Hanzhou even felt that the fragrance of the jade face and flowers around Su Qinghuan's body became stronger, and it almost penetrated into his lungs.

  Yan Hanzhou discovered for the first time that the fragrance of Yuyan flowers smelled so good.

  No matter how you sniff, it is not enough.

  I don't know how much self-control was used, Yan Hanzhou managed to take his finger out of the mouth of the white-clothed Immortal Venerable.

  He chanted the Heart-Cleaning Mantra several times, which suppressed the waves in his heart.

  The young man stood up, fearing that if he had any contact with Su Qinghuan, he would go crazy and make some transgressive actions.

  ……

  However, at this moment, Su Qinghuan's figure shrank slightly because of the boy's sudden distance.

   "Hmm, don't go..."

  The woman whispered in pain, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.

  "Master!"

  Yan Hanzhou suddenly became anxious, no longer able to care about other things, and straightly hugged Su Qinghuan.

  The young man realized that after he had just evacuated, Master’s situation was getting worse and worse!

  Women’s body temperature changes greatly, sometimes it looks like a piece of ice that can freeze the heart, which is frighteningly cold, and sometimes it looks like a raging fire, as if it is about to burn people to death.

  If he doesn’t lose some spiritual power to Master, I’m afraid Master’s situation will get worse...

  ……

   Yan Hanzhou's eyes were deep, he was determined to take a look at Su Qinghuan's injury on the soul chaser on his right shoulder.

  The young man gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind, carefully pulling away Su Qinghuan's blood-stained blouse.

   Seeing the white robed Immortal Zun opened the collarbone that was whiter than jade under his shirt, and even under the plain shirt, there was a looming arc, Yan Hanzhou breathed heavily...

  (End of this chapter)