The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 664 Sick disciples don’t blacken (68) 2200+ words

  People in the world say that one day as a teacher and a lifelong father, so Su Qinghuan looks at Yan Hanzhou, a 17-year-old boy at the moment, and naturally feels that he is looking at himself as a "big boy".

  She never thought about making Yan Hanzhou a harem three thousand and ruthless scum in the original plot line.

That's why I wanted to let Yan Hanzhou and Ye Bingqing be together. They were officials, and his only female apprentice, Zhong Ling'er, was squeamish, and she was a real silly white sweet. In fact, she was not quite the same as Yan Hanzhou, a deep-minded person. match.

  After coming and going, Su Qinghuan put this red line thought on Ye Bingqing of Ming Jianzong.

  ……

   Originally, Su Qinghuan was worried that Yan Hanzhou would like the magical sage Hua Wanwan, and even the three views became more and more crooked.

  Who knows, Yan Hanzhou has a surprisingly high vision and a arrogant temper. Whether it is Hua Wanwan or Ye Bingqing, or even Zhong Linger, who has been a classmate for ten years, there are so many beauties in front of Yan Hanzhou that Yan Hanzhou can't stand up to them?

  Su Qinghuan immediately became worried about the future marriage of this "elder son", and she couldn't help but complain to System 233.

   "Tong'er, I really don't want Yan Hanzhou to become a scumbag who has let down the little girl, but he won't directly become a pure-hearted monk, right?"

"If you want me to say that if Yan Hanzhou is only focused on cultivation, then he is still cultivating in the Qingyun Sect. You can do a meditation practice. Anyway, you won't marry a wife, and you will study the Dharma carefully. Maybe you can get rid of it. Years of hostility and resentment."

  System 233 immediately reminded Yan Hanzhou's host, who didn't know his mind.

   "...Host, do you think that Yan Hanzhou is the kind of monk who doesn't like women at an age like Yan Hanzhou?"

  "Furthermore, have you ever abducted a holy monk on a certain plane? People originally wanted to inherit the Dharma and save the world."

  Seeing that System 233 mentioned that he was abducting a Buddhist monk on a certain plane, Su Qinghuan suddenly couldn't hold on to his face.

  She quickly changed the subject, completely ignoring the system 233's euphemistic reminder.

   "Cough cough cough, what do you want to say about things that are so old and rotten."

   "And I like a person, but it has nothing to do with whether he is a monk or a mortal. If he enters this world for me and leaves the door open, it can only be said that his hit has no connection with the Dharma."

   "Host, shirk responsibility, if you dare to recognize the second, no one dares to recognize the first. If you hadn't entangled the holy monk at the beginning, you wouldn't be able to give birth to the red spirit."

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan's face suddenly turned red. She felt that her blood was a little hot after eating the fantasy flower and spirit fruit. When she heard the system 233 mention her old love history, she couldn't help but feel a little attachment and nostalgia.

  It's a pity...that man...in this plane, she never saw him.

  If the other party is Jiuyou, the demonic cult evil lord who has not yet met, Su Qinghuan is a little confused.

  But now, Su Qinghuan doesn't want to deal with so many messy personal affairs. After all, the most important task is to take over the original owner. The original owner hopes that he can live well. The side task is best to let Yan Hanzhou not destroy the world.

  Looking at the boy Yan Hanzhou, although he dare not say that he is getting more and more magnificent, at least he is not as cruel as he seemed at first.

  Su Qinghuan felt that if Yan Hanzhou could be well taught, he would still be on the right path in the future.

   But if the boy’s peach blossoms are disturbed in order to get on the right path, Su Qinghuan feels a little bit sorry.

"Tong'er, do you think it is because the original owner always treats Yan Hanzhou so harshly, and as soon as I crossed over, I was a whip to Yan Hanzhou. The little senior sister Zhong Ling'er also got angry with the eldest lady at every turn, so Yan Hanzhou felt that women were all Tigress?"

   "Puff..."

  The more you listen to System 233, the more you feel that Su Qinghuan’s brain circuit is very different from ordinary people.

  It teased.

  "Who said that tigresses are not loved by anyone? You see, the sage of the demon sect, Hua Wanwan, is much more ferocious than the average tigress, and she hasn't seen her admirers far less!"

   "It makes sense!"

  ……

  Su Qinghuan seemed to nod with a sense of feeling. When she saw Yan Hanzhou, she felt that she didn't feel very happy in her heart.

  If she really disturbed Yan Hanzhou's Red Luan star because of her crossing, and broke the three thousand peach blossoms on the road of juvenile love, she would be a little uncomfortable.

  After all, it seems that Yan Hanzhou doesn’t like men either, but simply expresses “boring” about this kind of thing, preferring to listen to her sermons rather than going to fall in love, this child... most of the road of love is useless.

   "Host, if you feel so guilty and feel that you have cut the other side's peach blossoms, you can pay for a new peach blossom."

  "How to pay?"

  Su Qinghuan was surprised.

   Seeing the ill-intentioned expression simulated by System 233, Su Qinghuan realized it instantly, and she rolled her eyes at System 233 in an instant.

   "Tong'er, masters and disciples are like father and son, and I am also regarded as Yan Hanzhou's half-wild father. How can I deal with my little apprentice?"

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan was vomiting like this, and when Yan Hanzhou saw Su Qinghuan staring at him with complicated expressions, the boy raised his eyebrows immediately.

   "Master, what do you think of Han Zhou like this? But Han Zhou's face is dirty?"

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan was about to say nothing, but as a result, a puff of dry air rose in her heart, and the blood that had warmed up in her limbs became hotter and hotter.

  Su Qinghuan was in a trance, only to feel thirsty in her throat.

  What a strange feeling...

  Su Qinghuan frowned. It was clear that she was sitting cross-legged on Qingliang Stone Cliff, but she didn’t know why, there was always a voice in her mind telling her that maybe Yan Hanzhou would be able to relieve her from the heat at the moment.

   But he was sensible and knew that it was impossible.

She herself is the mutant ice spirit root, whose normal body temperature is slightly lower than that of ordinary people, and Yan Hanzhou, a mutant Lei Linggen one in a million, is also a raging fire to yang body. She must have a high body temperature and cannot be suitable for relieving heat. .

  ……

  But how can I tell myself that this is wrong, but my willpower is still out of control.

  Su Qinghuan’s eyes were bewildered for a moment, and at the moment when her limbs were hot, she finally waved to Yan Hanzhou somewhat unbearably.

   "Han Zhou, come here..."

   "Master, what's wrong?"

  Yan Hanzhou looked at Su Qinghuan in amazement. He always felt that Su Qinghuan’s situation was not right at the moment, because the white-clothed Immortal Venerable, who had always been cold-faced, had sullen eyes, and seemed to be a little lazy with incompetent drinking power.

  But Master never drinks, even if it is the best wine in Canglan Continent, I have not heard that Master loves to drink.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan only felt that her consciousness was burnt. She opened her eyes in a daze, and stretched out her hand to Yan Hanzhou's sleeve uncontrollably.

   "It’s a bit hot as a teacher... You lend me... cool hands..."

   Seeing the master's close movements, the boy's pupils widened, his expression could not hide the shock.

  However, what made Yan Hanzhou even more unexpected was that Su Qinghuan's next move was that she tore open Yan Hanzhou's shirt and put her head on Yan Hanzhou's chest foolishly.

  ——As if this way, I will be better off.

  In fact, it is better.

  But there was a kind of unspeakable dryness, which made Su Qinghuan feel faintly and more uncomfortable.

  If Su Qinghuan could not understand where the enthusiasm came from before, but after all, she is not a silly white sweet who has not been involved in the world, after the reaction, the little fox suddenly exploded!

  She was suddenly excited.

   "Tong'er, that fantasy spirit fruit, shouldn't it be an indescribable fruit!"

  (End of this chapter)