The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 659 Sick disciples, don’t blacken (63)

  Yan Hanzhou stared at everything spread out in front of him. The picture in front of him was so real, it was completely different from the awkward illusion created by the red-trained demon snake.

  Between the moonlight and the snow, the woman in white robed in the cage by the scarlet gold chain is the third most unique beauty between the world and the earth.

  Clearer than the moon, more elegant than snow.

  Because of the restrained posture at this moment, the immortal Venerable, who should have been cold as a mountain and bright moon, and awe-inspiring, had removed all mana cultivation, like a small beast waiting to be killed.

  The picturesque eyebrows and eyes are a bit more gorgeous, which makes people can't help but want to occupy and love.

  I want to see the snow in the mountains, the moon in the lonely sky, fall into the world for myself and sink-depraved with him.

  ……

  "Master..."

  Yan Hanzhou called out in a low voice, but no matter how he shouted or moved at this moment, the two people in the screen couldn't see the real Yan Hanzhou at all.

  I saw that the man in the mysterious clothes who was born exactly the same as Yan Hanzhou, except that there was a monster pattern between his eyebrows, after grabbing the chin of the white-clothed immortal, he bit the immortal's lips paranoidly and madly.

   At this moment, the white-clothed Immortal Venerable who has exhausted his cultivation base and completely resembles a mortal, he doesn't even have the strength to push the young man in Xuanyi.

  Because of the action of the young man holding her tightly, the golden chain on the plain white ankle of the woman in white also rustled.

  And her eyes were red, her eyes were misty mist, her lips were biting tightly, as if she didn't want to make any noise, but in the end she escaped with a low sob.

   Against that low sob, the female sister’s cold and gorgeous jade-white face...that is so deceptive...

  It’s like that...I can’t help but want to bully her even harder.

  ——Let her beg for mercy helplessly, and keep crying in her arms.

  In fact, the Xuanyi man did indeed do so.

  Heavy fog appeared in front of him, and Yan Hanzhou could no longer see the rest.

  But in just a few moments, the greatest greed and evil thoughts in the heart of the teenager aroused.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou blinked his peach blossom eyes, and in an instant, even the fog could not be seen. The illusion flower under his hand, with a sharp thorn, instantly pierced the boy's fingertips.

  The blood faintly scattered.

  Yan Hanzhou didn't feel the pain, the pictures in his mind were vivid, and even played back over and over again.

  At the same time, Yan Hanzhou was holding a sentence he had seen in his heart.

  ——It is rumored that if someone can touch the illusion flower and its spiritual fruit that has not fallen on the branches, they can see the past or the future.

  But what you will see depends on your inner obsession.

  ……

  The source of this record is that a month ago when Yan Hanzhou saw Su Qinghuan saying that the fantasy flower could save his golden core, Yan Hanzhou tried his best to sneak into the Qingyunzong’s Buddhist scripture pavilion and inquired about many ancient books.

  It is very difficult to find the ancient books on the fantasy flower, and the only written record of the fantasy flower is just a few words.

  He didn't even describe the shape of the fantasy flower and where it grew, but he just said such a sentence.

  ——Illusion flower person, big dream three lives also, can dream of the dust, can also dream of the future.

  ……

   "So, is this what will happen in the future?"

  Yan Hanzhou’s lips pulled out a grotesque smile. He had a beautiful face, and his face was half-dark and half-dark hidden under the phantom light of the cave, making it even more breathtaking and unspeakable.

  "Master..."

  A beautiful and feeble face appeared in the young man's mind. He sighed and opened his palm, as if there was a warm touch left over Su Qinghuan’s lips.

  This person...

  Anywhere.

  The only bad thing is that he can’t be the only one in his eyes.

  If there is only him in the master’s world, there is no Yan Jianxiu a hundred years ago, there is no Qingyunzong, and there are no two direct disciples Liu Haoran and Zhong Linger on Liuli Peak, wouldn’t it be better?

  He can ignore all the insults that happened in the past, or even the fact that the master deceived his own physique.

  As long as that person can stay with him.

  Even if...not willingly.

  ……

   Thinking of the past, Yan Hanzhou's expression was slightly cold, and then he quickly picked the cinnabar-red phantom flower and phantom flower spirit fruit.

  After finishing this, Yan Hanzhou only ate part of the fantasy flower leaves first, and the other flower leaves also left a part for Su Qinghuan.

  But the only illusion spirit fruit...

  Yan Hanzhou did not eat.

  He had already sensed that the cracks on his golden core were being repaired quickly. Although he might not be able to fully heal, Yan Hanzhou was reluctant to eat this rare fantasy spirit fruit in a thousand years.

  Master is still injured, waiting outside for him to return.

  This belief has always supported Yan Hanzhou.

  If there can only be one person alive in this world, then Yan Hanzhou’s choice is definitely not himself, but Su Qinghuan.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou was holding the heavy spirit fruit, not even willing to put it in the storage bag.

  Holding it is like holding the whole world.

   is the only hope in the dark, and it is also the deepest depressed but extremely maddening love in the teenager's heart.

  ……

  If you talk about how cautious you are when you enter the cave, then the speed of Yan Hanzhou's return seems much rush.

  He can't wait to see Su Qinghuan.

  Want to see her showing up for themselves, they have gone through all the hardships to enter this Heavenly Origin Secret Realm, and it is for this illusion spiritual fruit. Maybe when the master sees it, they will be happy, right?

  Holding such beautiful expectations, Yan Hanzhou hurriedly returned to the place where he drew the defensive formation. However, there were only faint bloodstains and broken white clothes on the ground, but there was no such majestic glazed master.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou's pupils shrank suddenly, and the fantasy spirit fruit in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

  The priceless fantasy spirit fruit rolled forward gruntingly, but Yan Hanzhou could not take care of it at this moment.

  The young man's mind was floating and anxious, and the anxiety he had never had before grabbed the young man's heart, making him panicked and frightened.

  Even when a person had previously confronted the completely unknown Crimson Practice Monster Snake, there was no such moment to make the teenager panic.

  ……

  "Master!"

  The young man yelled sadly and bewilderedly. He clenched his fists and bit his teeth. When he was preparing for the worst and starting to search for people, he suddenly saw a graceful figure at the entrance of the cave not far away.

   "Hanzhou, what's the matter with you? Your complexion is so ugly?"

  Su Qinghuan dumbly looked at the young boy covered in blood not far away. She was frowning and wanted to inquire carefully, but saw that the peach blossom eyes of the young boy suddenly shined brightly, bursting out infinite surprises!

  "Master! So you are still here. Great! Great!"

   Yan Hanzhou didn’t care about anything else, and rushed directly at the little fox, tightly hugging Su Qinghuan’s waist with his arms!

  (End of this chapter)