The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 666 Sick disciples don’t blacken (70)

  Su Qinghuan's heart is collapsing at this moment, struggling with the medicinal properties of the fantasy spirit fruit.

  Because she closed her eyes and her spiritual aura was disordered, the little fox didn't realize that the young man was looking down at him at this moment. The young man's peachy eyes, which should have been extremely submissive, looked at her unscrupulously.

  That kind of aggressive eyes, if Su Qinghuan sees it, knowing that the "so big" in her heart has such a rebellious mind, I am afraid it will make her jump three feet high.

  ……

"Well……"

  Su Qinghuan couldn't help but let out a low sigh, the pain was not much pain, but the feeling of burning the body like this was really too difficult!

   Ming Ming Yan Hanzhou’s body temperature was not much lower than his own, but Su Qinghuan felt much better when his head was leaning against the boy’s chest.

  It’s just not enough.

But Su Qinghuan didn't dare to do more anymore. She was a two-hundred-year-old "old man" who insisted on holding the hand of a young man. Su Qinghuan felt that her face couldn't hold her face, otherwise she wouldn't be deceiving herself and closing her eyes. NS.

  "Master, are you still so uncomfortable now?"

  When the tip of the nose enveloped Su Qinghuan's unique fragrance of jade face, the youth couldn't help showing obsession.

  He stared at the faint beads of sweat spreading on Su Qinghuan’s forehead, and he only felt that the sweat dripping from the white-clothed Immortal Venerable also seemed to be fragrant.

  I really want to have a taste for Master... what it's like.

  ……

  This dangerous thought flashed through the boy's heart.

  However, Su Qinghuan was extremely difficult, so there was no time to listen to what Yan Hanzhou had said.

  Yan Hanzhou is a blazing fire yang body. To her, she has a charm bonus. Su Qinghuan finally understands why so many beauties in the original plot have to go to battle with her little apprentice personally.

  For a woman who has eaten half of Lingguo, there is an antidote that can’t be used...this feeling...is really sour and refreshing.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan’s limbs are raging with heat, and she only feels that her will is a little vague, only Yan Hanzhou’s voice is so clear, even with her eyes closed, the youth’s sense of existence is so clear.

  Su Qinghuan shed three thousand tears in her heart. She suddenly realized that holding Yan Hanzhou a little bit of drinking poison to quench her thirst, although it was indeed better than before, but at the same time, the faint dryness became more and more intense.

  Su Qinghuan gritted her teeth fiercely, and felt a light rust smell leaking between her teeth. Su Qinghuan finally felt that her willpower had recovered a bit.

  She opened her eyes suddenly, planning to push Yan Hanzhou away.

   "Han Zhou, be a teacher——"

   Before Su Qinghuan's words fell, she suddenly found that Yan Hanzhou's face was close at hand. When she raised her head in this way, it happened that her mouth touched Yan Hanzhou's thin lips.

  "...You you you...I..."

  There was a feeling of strain on the scalp, like static electricity in winter, sparks crackling, Su Qinghuan only felt that his head was about to burn.

   even carried it, and even stuttered.

  ……

  Although it was just a moment of effort, the soft touch of the thin lips between the two people couldn't deceive people at all.

  Yaoshou!

  She actually is a young apprentice who is still a tender grass with herself... I kissed it!

  This is not the same situation as before...indirectly used the same teacup and ate the same barbecue.

  Su Qinghuan’s pupils widened.

  She staggered and wanted to retreat, but behind it was the stone wall, everything could not be retreated.

  ……

  And Yan Hanzhou was even more soul-stirring, his eyes deepened, and when he spoke again, his voice was already muted unknowingly.

  "Master..."

  The young man subconsciously stretched out his hand and gently brushed his lips that had just been touched by the White Immortal Venerable.

  "……"

   Seeing the action of the young man rubbing her lips, Su Qinghuan’s words were hard to say. She thought that Yan Hanzhou was despising herself.

   also, although she really didn't mean it.

  But when he was kissed by a "grandma" who had been bullying him all the time, it seemed a bit hard to tell.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan didn’t know how to face Yan Hanzhou for a while. What’s more, the heat burning in her blood at this moment no longer allowed him to get along with Yan Hanzhou anymore.

  Su Qinghuan did not open her eyes slightly.

  "Hanzhou...As a teacher, I need a short-term retreat for a while. You go to the entrance of the cave and protect the deity."

  As long as Yan Hanzhou is not in her sight, she shouldn't suffer as much as she does now.

   No matter how uncomfortable, and the antidote is not around, how can you think about taking shortcuts? !

  Just like the system 233 said, forbearance, maybe it will pass.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan comforted herself with such self-deception in her heart.

  But Yan Hanzhou had no intention of retreating at all.

  "Master, are you driving the disciple away?"

"no."

   "You clearly are."

  "……"

  What is the sentence pattern of this strange little couple making a temper? !

  Su Qinghuan frowned, and was about to take the posture of being a teacher and directly drive Yan Hanzhou out, but saw the young man suddenly step forward.

   There was already a bit of space, because the young boy’s long and stalwart figure instantly seemed even more breathless.

  Especially the black eyes of the young man, Su Qinghuan suddenly felt shocking.

  That kind of look...

  I don’t know how many depressed and turbulent feelings are contained in it.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan looked at Yan Hanzhou suspiciously.

   "Hanzhou, you--"

  "Master...If you don’t want to hold your disciple anymore, how about changing your disciple to hold you?"

  Speaking, before Su Qinghuan could speak, Yan Hanzhou proactively stretched out his long arm and pulled the white-clothed female Xiu in front of him into his arms.

   Yan Hanzhou's eyes were slightly red, and even his breathing accelerated a lot. He clamped Su Qinghuan with his arms, forcing the woman to lose the strength to break away.

  "Master...If you want to cultivate spiritually with your disciple, the disciple...is also willing."

   Yan Hanzhou’s voice was suppressed, and he was dumbfounded.

  ! ! ! !

  Mist grass!

  Su Qinghuan's eyes widened in astonishment. She never expected to hear such words in the mouth of the young boy who had always thought that she was still a good flower in the world of cultivating immortals.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan murmured in shock.

   "Han Zhou, how do you know that I just..."

   Is her performance so obvious?

  Fall!

  ……

   Yan Hanzhou stared at Su Qinghuan's face without blinking.

  "Master...You have never allowed your disciples to guide your spiritual power, but because your Danyuan is weak?"

  "You don’t tell me that my disciple knows that since you are a Liuli Wushou Body, and your disciple is a Fiery Fire-to-Yang body, working with your disciple will help you restore your cultivation level without any harm."

  "……"

  Fogweed, you all know this!

  Su Qinghuan's eyelashes trembled violently, and she scolded inwardly.

   "Naughty, even if so, how can there be a spiritual practice for disciples and masters?"

   "Then what if the master becomes the disciple's Taoist companion?!"

   Without waiting for Su Qinghuan’s answer, Yan Hanzhou suddenly took a step forward, grabbed the woman’s jaw, and pressed her thin lips directly—

  (End of this chapter)