The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 656 Sick and disciples don’t blacken (60) 2200+ words

Seeing that the woman in her arms was still unconscious, Yan Hanzhou looked down anxiously. When he was hesitant to continue to input spiritual power for Su Qinghuan, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the depths of the cave!

"what happened?!"

  Yan Hanzhou felt a little bit in his heart. When he first stepped into the cave entrance, he felt that it was extremely deep and wide. It was just that he and Su Qinghuan were both injured, and the Master was in a coma, so the teenager naturally didn't dare to move arbitrarily.

  At the moment when Yan Hanzhou's thoughts were deep, the strange noise disappeared again, and only slight wind and water sounds were heard all around. Otherwise, Wan Lai was completely silent.

  ……

  In this boundless silence, Yan Hanzhou glanced at the white-clothed Immortal Venerable who was still asleep with a frown.

  He just felt that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, as if he was about to jump out of his chest, and directly held it in front of the white-clothed Immortal Venerable who knew nothing.

  "Master...Let the disciples go and explore the internal structure of this cave first. If you wake up, don't walk around."

  Yan Hanzhou took a deep breath. He lowered his head cautiously and was about to get dressed for Su Qinghuan, because the boy had stopped the blood for Su Qinghuan, but the place where he was originally injured by the soul chaser still had bones visible.

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

  It seems that when he was beaten by Su Qinghuan with the whip in front of the Shangqing Temple a month ago, Master later not only allowed him to soak in the spirit spring, but also gave him a few bottles of medicine.

  It’s just that at that time, Yan Hanzhou hated Su Qinghuan in his heart. He only thought that this lofty white immortal was visiting the weasel for the New Year. He was uneasy and kind, so naturally he didn’t use a few bottles of medicine.

  ……

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

Maybe Su Qinghuan has more elixir in her storage bag, but she is still in a coma, and Yan Hanzhou’s cultivation level is not enough to open Master’s storage bag without hurting her, so Yan Hanzhou can only choose herself first. Those left over from the beginning of last month.

"found it!"

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

There is a sequelae ointment in it. If the Jindan cultivation base 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 base, it is good or bad. The resistance to the chasing nails is much stronger.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou once again pulled down the collar of the White Immortal Venerable.

  At this moment, the young man watched his nose, nose, and heart, trying to prevent himself from having other thoughts in his heart, and then applied the pale white muscle-producing sequel ointment to Su Qinghuan’s injured place through his fingertips a little bit.

  Without a half-hearted incense, Yan Hanzhou felt the injured areas and began to show signs of healing.

   "It's really useful."

   Yan Hanzhou breathed a sigh of relief, but the one who followed him was an indescribable shame.

The extremely light jade-colored porcelain bottle in    also seemed to be extremely heavy in an instant.

  The young man lowered his head and glanced at the jade-colored porcelain vase with a complicated expression.

  "Master, I’m sorry...it was the disciple’s fault before, the disciple...should not be so guessing about Master’s intentions."

  Perhaps because of the change of mood, Yan Hanzhou is no longer willing to think about how he was treated harshly under Su Qinghuan, but the things that happened before January, as if vividly.

  Since he was lashed by Master several times in front of the Shangqing Temple, although Master did not say anything on the surface, he seemed to maintain a lot of his attitude in every move.

  It would be nice if it could go on like this.

Yan Hanzhou looked a little greedily at the woman with his eyes closed. He lowered his head infatuatedly. Didn't he dare to kiss the immortal statue in his arms, but he piously and solemnly touched his face and gently touched his forehead. Su Qinghuan's eyebrows were snapped.

  "Master...Wait for me, I will go back."

  This is a cave in a cliff somewhere in the Tianyuan Secret Realm. Fog is everywhere. If it weren't for falling down like him and the master, I'm afraid that no one else would find this place at all.

  I believe that no monk would take his life so risky.

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

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

  Yan Hanzhou is not only a genius in swordsmanship, but also has great talent in the formation. The formation he drew has the effect of concealment and defense, which can not be seen by the monks of non-primordial infant stage and above.

  If there are any monks of the Golden Core Stage and below who accidentally enter here, even if they are lucky enough to find this formation, as long as they try to break through, they will be sensed by Yan Hanzhou for the first time.

  If it is so unfortunate that enemies of the Nascent Soul Stage and above have broken in, in fact, it is not ordinary human power that can resist it, and it can only be resigned.

  ……

   "Master, you must get better."

   Before Yan Hanzhou walked into the depths of the cave, he turned his head three times and saw the white-clothed female repairman who had been placed on the big blue stone. Yan Hanzhou hesitated for a few seconds, but couldn't help but ran back.

   stared at the woman's delicate and sullen face for a long time, Yan Hanzhou was reluctant to offend, he idiotically raised Su Qinghuan's sleeves, and saw the little red mole under the woman's plain white and snowy right wrist.

  Yan Hanzhou finally bowed his head solemnly, put his thin lips on Su Qinghuan’s red mole on the wrist, and kissed him gently.

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

"Well……"

   Yan Hanzhou glanced at the woman with a guilty conscience, and saw that Su Qinghuan still had no signs of waking up. This was a sigh of relief when he didn't know whether he should be lucky or disappointed.

  "Master..."

  His...Master.

  Yan Hanzhou selfishly added a prefix that belongs to him before this title. He greedily and obsessively took Su Qinghuan's hand, and after a long time he reluctantly released it.

  If the master can always lean in his arms so obediently, I am afraid that even if he is trapped in this Heavenly Origin Secret Realm his whole life, he will be willing, right?

  ……

  Thinking about this, the young man showed a touch of tenderness in his eyes. He gathered the messy hair on the woman's forehead behind his ears, and then 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 Heavenly Origin Secret Realm was left before the great power crosses the Tribulation, and there are many treasures left behind.

  Yan Hanzhou also tried to try his luck, broke and stood up, and then walked into the depths.

  The more you go in, the more open you are.

  Yan Hanzhou even saw a puddle with some messy vines.

  In the center of the water pool, there was even an unknown flower tree. The flowers were extremely red, and on the tall branches, there was even a red fruit hanging from it.

  Somehow, Yan Hanzhou suddenly thought of the fantasy flower in Su Qinghuan’s mouth.

  Will that be the spirit flower of the illusion flower?

  The young man's mind moved, just as he was in a daze, a figure in white clothes suddenly jumped out from the center of the pool.

  The five sense organs and young people of the other party are all familiar with it, but the charming charm between the eyebrows and eyes of the woman is something that Yan Hanzhou has never seen before.

  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, which was as light as a scorpion, showed an arc of imagination because it was stained with water.

   "Han Zhou, why are you still stunned, come here..."

  "Master...Master?"

  Yan Hanzhou stared at the charming white-clothed Immortal Venerable with a charming smile on his face. He looked confused, his throat became dry, and he strode towards the water pool like losing his soul...

  (End of this chapter)