The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 661 Sick disciples don’t blacken (65)

  "Master! This is the phantom fruit that the disciple got for you. Do you still like it?"

  The blood-stained teenager in white was holding the scarlet spirit fruit, and his expression seemed to be a large wolfhound begging for praise from the owner. It was a bit less fierce and fierce than usual, adding to the innocence and cuteness that many teenagers of this age should have.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan looked at the spirit fruit in the young man's hand. Although she hadn't reached out to take it, Su Qinghuan felt heavy just looking at the fantasy spirit fruit like this.

  Although the boy talked about the process of killing the red training demon snake, it was an understatement, but it must have taken a lot of hard work to see Yan Hanzhou's blood stains all over his body.

  The more I thought of this, the eyes of the White-clothed Immortal Venerable became more obscure. She moved her fingers, but she didn't mean to take the fantasy spirit fruit from Yan Hanzhou.

  Where can ordinary people see the illusion spirit fruit and still bear it until now, after all, the monks step into the path of immortality, nothing more than to fight with the sky and live forever.

  Yan Hanzhou's own golden core is also depleted, she can't take advantage of her little apprentice in vain.

  Moreover, she used to treat Yan Hanzhou with a villain in the abdomen of a gentleman. Seeing this young man, she felt even more ashamed.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou was stunned when he saw Su Qinghuan hesitating.

  "Master, don’t you like it?"

  The boy who was originally happily fell into loneliness in an instant, like a shadow on a cage, Su Qinghuan suddenly felt unbearable.

  Su Qinghuan's heart beats, and she denies it almost without thinking.

   "No! I really like this spirit fruit as a teacher. Hanzhou, you have worked hard."

"only……"

   "Just what?"

   Yan Hanzhou stared at Su Qinghuan with scorching eyes, completely unaware of Su Qinghuan’s hesitation.

  Su Qinghuan took a deep breath, and she lightly closed her eyes.

   "It's just that this spirit fruit is not an extraordinary thing. Since you personally got it through all the hard work, then you can use it yourself."

  "……"

  Yan Hanzhou didn't expect that it was because of this reason that the young man pursed the corners of his lips, looking upset.

  "Master, when did you get born with Han Zhou like this? If it weren't for Master who blocked the soul chasing nail of the demon girl for me, Master, you would not be damaged in your cultivation."

   Seeing Su Qinghuan’s thin lips move, but there is still no result of the illusion of spirit fruit, Yan Hanzhou suddenly looked cold.

  The young man raised his arms and made a gesture to throw away the illusion spirit fruit.

   "This fantasy spirit fruit was originally picked by the disciple for the master. If the master insists on not wanting it, then the disciple simply doesn't want it, just throw it under the cliff!"

"do not--"

  Su Qinghuan did not expect that Yan Hanzhou was such a violent and willful master, she suddenly exclaimed, and subconsciously took a step forward, trying to block Yan Hanzhou's movements.

  However, I saw a red streamer flying across the sky, and it seemed to disappear quickly into the mountains and bushes.

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan was shocked for two seconds, and her face, which had always been indifferent and indifferent, could not help but bring out a slight sullen color at this moment.

   "Yan Hanzhou! How can you waste spiritual things like this! Have you not listened to the teachings of so many years as a teacher?"

The woman's eyebrows were frowning. Because of her anger, her cold and dusty eyebrows were a little bit crimson like cherry blossoms, and the abstinence added a bit of unknowingly gorgeousness, and Yan Hanzhou immediately stared at it. Second.

  Because he rarely sees joy, sadness, anger, and anger on Master’s face, as if the golden and jade beauty in front of him is really made of ice and snow sculptures, and he can only be so indifferent forever.

  At this moment, Su Qinghuan's cheeks were dizzy, but the faint lightness made Yan Hanzhou couldn't help but think of the scene he saw in the illusion...

When he touched the fantasy spirit flower, the white-clothed Immortal Venerable in front of him was imprisoned for his cultivation, and he was bound in a cage with a red gold chain. The look of anger was somewhat similar to that of Su Qinghuan at this moment. .

  The scene in the illusion overlaps with reality for a moment.

   Yan Hanzhou couldn't help but swallowed his throat, his hands shook unconsciously.

  If there is not a trace of reason in his heart at this moment, I am afraid that Yan Hanzhou will learn the way he is in the illusion. He will hold the waist of the person in front of him fiercely, seal it with his lips, and swallow all her sobbing and words.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan saw Yan Hanzhou staring at herself blankly, her expression indescribably gloomy.

  Little fox was inexplicably uncomfortable with that look. She didn't know that Yan Hanzhou, the rebellious disciple, had such rebellious thoughts towards her, and thought that this little disciple was just on the spot because of his refutation.

  Su Qinghuan brushed her sleeves, she sighed, and tried her best to stabilize her angry emotions.

"Fine, since you left the fantasy spirit fruit off the cliff, I'm afraid that in such a short period of time, the spirit fruit will be eaten by the monster beasts entrenched under the cliff, and neither of you nor I will be blessed. "

   "Hanzhou, you should meditate and adjust your breath as soon as possible with your teacher, stabilize your internal breath as soon as possible, and go back to the cliff."

  There are many adventures in this secret realm. Although Su Qinghuan is in the memory of the original owner, only Yan Hanzhou, the ancient fierce sword, and the illusion flower spirit fruit are the only ones who have the impression, but it does not mean that other things are worthless.

  Ten thousand steps back, even if she and Yan Hanzhou have no other opportunities in this Heavenly Origin Secret Realm, they can’t stay in this cave for long.

  After all, the secret realm is only open for half a month. If they miss the time when the secret realm gate is restarted, they are afraid that they and Yan Hanzhou will be in this secret realm for hundreds of years.

Su Qinghuan didn’t want to stay in this secret realm for hundreds of years. She also heard that under the abyss of the South China Sea, there is also some kind of spiritual treasure, which has the effect of the flesh and bones of the living dead. Although it sounds exaggerated, there is always hope. Better than hopeless.

  ……

   Yan Hanzhou saw that Su Qinghuan had calmed his anger so quickly, and he was about to lift his robe to sit cross-legged, and Yan Hanzhou suddenly felt a little disappointed.

  He still wants to watch Su Qinghuan get angry longer.

  Master's angry look...really beautiful.

  It’s not that Master’s face is not good-looking with a cold face on weekdays. It’s just that the different kind of beauty can only be seen by himself. This is really satisfying for the young man.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou glanced at Su Qinghuan quietly, and then he squatted halfway in front of Su Qinghuan, with his lips slightly bent, deliberately trying to make Su Qinghuan happy.

  "Master, don’t be angry, the illusion flower and fruit is a divine object, so how can the disciple be willing to be so bad."

  "Here, in fact, what the disciple just lost was a red magic talisman, not an illusion spiritual fruit."

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan opened his eyes and saw Yan Hanzhou's flattering smile, suddenly wondering whether to be angry or to be pleased.

  This bear kid!

  "Master, you can eat it, otherwise the disciple will really throw it away."

  Yan Hanzhou knelt halfway in front of Su Qinghuan, the boy's eyes were extremely clear, his eyelashes flickered, and his pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to fall into the sky full of stars.

  The look in his eyes seemed to drown people...

  (End of this chapter)