The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 668 Sick disciples don’t blacken (72)

  "Master does not want to be a Taoist couple with me, who do you want to be a Taoist couple with? Han Zhou's father?"

  Yan Hanzhou’s voice was very cold, but his hand on Su Qinghuan’s waist was surprisingly hot.

  Su Qinghuan almost had an illusion that the heat in the palm of the boy’s hand would go through her robes and burn a small piece of her skin.

  ...

  "Why doesn’t Master answer me? It’s a default, right?"

  Yan Hanzhou smiled coldly, looking calm and calm. Only the reddish eyes and slightly trembling hands exposed the turbulent waves in the young man's heart at this moment, and he was extremely restless.

  "..."

  Su Qinghuan really didn’t know how to answer. When Yan Hanzhou mentioned his father, Yan Yunzheng, Su Qinghuan was almost aggrieved to the extreme!

  Why does the original owner have to carry the black pot of admiration for other people's fathers!

  She is so wronged!

  More injustice than Dou E!

  ...

  Actually, just as Cheng Yang said, the celebrity anecdote that the original owner admired Na Yan Jianxiu a hundred years ago was almost known to the older generation.

  If Yan Hanzhou was asked to ask casually, the pot would only become darker and heavier.

  Su Qinghuan felt very suffocated, and she hesitated to look at Yan Hanzhou.

  "Hanzhou...actually things...isn't it what you think?"

   "Isn't it what I thought? Huh—"

   Yan Hanzhou chuckled, looking at the hesitant look on the face of the white-clothed Immortal Venerable, the young man's heart seemed to have broken a hole.

  At first, it was just a small hole pierced by a needle, and then, it was like a broken balloon, bursting open, and scars all over the country.

  Blowed by a gust of wind at random, it is painful.

  ...

   Yan Hanzhou’s red eyes turned red now, and the tip of the boy’s nose touched Su Qinghuan. At such a close distance, Su Qinghuan could almost feel the heat from Yan Hanzhou falling on the fluff of her cheeks.

  She and Yan Hanzhou are complementary in physique and attracted to each other. It was not a good thing for two people to get in close contact. Now Su Qinghuan can feel almost every cell in the limbs, cheering and rejoicing.

  I even wish I could stretch out my long arms to hold Yan Hanzhou back tighter!

  The glazed body of this spicy chicken!

  ...

Su Qinghuan cursed secretly in her heart. In addition to the fact that she had eaten half of the fantasy spirit fruit before, the little fox didn't dare to take care of it at all, so she had no time to answer Yan Hanzhou's question, so she could only turn her head and not look at Yan Hanzhou's eyes. .

  And this trace of avoidance fell in the eyes of Yan Hanzhou, which is the proof that Su Qinghuan disliked him.

  The young man smiled sadly, his voice was extremely dumb, with jealousy, anger, and unspeakable pain.

  "Master, do you like my father so much? You like it so much that you even look at your disciple and feel that you are insulting?"

  "Master, in terms of aptitude and affection, is there any point that disciples can't compare to my father? If you really admire him to the bone, Han Zhou will become my father in the future, and get along with you day and night, okay?"

  "..."

  Mist grass!

  You are really crazy!

  Although monks can indeed use illusions, most illusions cannot be maintained every day, because in that case, a lot of spiritual power will be consumed.

  It’s no problem to use someone else’s identity and face for a short time, but listening to Yan Hanzhou’s meaning, it’s clear that he doesn’t hesitate anytime!

   Putting aside the consumption of spiritual power, just wronged oneself to live in the name of others, what a trampling on oneself!

  ...

   Su Qinghuan was furious, raised his hand without even thinking about it, and slapped Yan Hanzhou's face fiercely!

   "Yan Hanzhou! After teaching you as a teacher for nearly ten years, you have learned something like this?"

   "Dignified man, where is your pride in your bones?"

  Yan Hanzhou obviously did not expect Su Qinghuan to slap himself in the face. He was startled, and when he heard what Su Qinghuan was angry about, the young man's heart was sour and astringent, as well as unspeakable joy.

  —It’s not that the master reprimanded him for not being worthy of using his father’s skin, but that he shouldn’t have discounted the pride of his youth.

  It turns out that Master also cares a little bit about himself.

  Even if there are not so many, but at least, it still cares.

  ...

  And after Su Qinghuan slapped Yan Hanzhou, he suddenly became sober.

  It is said that Long has Nilin, she seems to have committed Yan Hanzhou's taboo just now!

  Remember that in the past Qingyunzong did have the kind of unopened passers-by who had to bully and beat the young Yan Hanzhou, how did Yan Hanzhou get back?

It seems that not only has been pushed into the pit of thousands of ants, making people frustrated, but in the end, it seems that they have sent the corpse-driving people in southern Xinjiang to collect the broken souls of those people and imprison them in the crying blood bottle, so that the other party’s spirits will suffer before they dissipate. Exhausted from torture?

  Furthermore, after the soul has suffered such torture, he is completely delirious. Even if he is lucky enough to have a great opportunity to reincarnate in the next life, he can only be reborn as a fool with incomplete six senses!

  ...

  Su Qinghuan thought of the experience of those people, and then thought about his behavior just now, Su Qinghuan suddenly became a little confused.

  She stared at her hand blankly.

   all said that hitting people but not face, the little fox felt a little guilty for a while, for fear that Yan Hanzhou would slap her back.

  No, Yan Hanzhou slapped her back is still a trivial matter, what if it really resembled the brutal and inhuman experience of those monks?

  ...

   Just when Su Qinghuan was flustered, Yan Hanzhou suddenly stretched out his hand and caught her hand.

"I'm coming…"

  Su Qinghuan closed her eyes a little nervously, almost thinking that she was inevitable.

  Unexpectedly, Yan Hanzhou only gently and reverently put his palm on the face that had just been slapped by her.

  "Master...does it hurt?"

  ? ? ?

  Young man, what kind of fairy question is this?

  Su Qinghuan became more confused.

  But Yan Hanzhou gently put down her hand and blew Su Qinghuan with her lips.

  "Master, the disciple has a thick skin. You hit me with a slender palm like yours. The disciple is really afraid that something will happen to your hand."

  "..."

   Crazy crazy!

  This child is completely hopeless!

  Looking at Yan Hanzhou’s gentle and sickly eyes, this situation, no matter how you look at it, is creepy?

  Su Qinghuan looked at Yan Hanzhou's extremely handsome and crazy eyes, only feeling that his soul seemed to be seen through by Yan Hanzhou.

  All her words of condemnation and irritation can no longer be said.

  ...

  "Master, you also like disciples a little bit, right?"

  Yan Hanzhou asked softly, his eyes faintly.

   Suddenly being confessed by such a "child", Su Qinghuan's ears showed a pale crimson, and she retorted inwardly.

   "It's just the love of mentor and apprentice!"

   "Then if the master becomes a disciple, can it still be just the affection between the master and the apprentice?"

   Yan Hanzhou moved his finger down, and suddenly landed on the buckle of Su Qinghuan's placket.

  Feeling the soft touch of the young man’s fingertips, the string in Su Qinghuan’s mind suddenly broke!

  (End of this chapter)