The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 682 Sick and disciples don’t blacken (86) 2200+ words

  Seeing this scene, the righteous monks present were all shocked and silent.

  You must know that Yan Hanzhou is now a Nascent Soul monk, and even if he and Su Qinghuan have the righteousness of mentoring and apprenticeship, there is no need to behave like such a big gift.

  What's more, Yan Hanzhou is not the ordinary kneeling ceremony at this moment. The sound of his head grabbing the ground is so heavy that many monks in the righteous way begin to feel unbearable.

   Putting aside other things, Liuli Xianzun, the little apprentice, is indeed... affectionate and righteous to her.

  ……

  This scene is really hard to see for thousands of years, and the impact is amazing.

  For them to be present, no matter how much you respect and love your master, you will not be so disregarded of your own image and face in such a situation, right?

  And Yan Hanzhou didn't care what others thought of him at this moment. The boy's eyes were red, blood drops on his forehead, and his voice was already hoarse.

  "Master, the disciple only knows that in this life, the disciple is only willing to be with the master."

  Yan Hanzhou looked at Su Qinghuan ignorantly, even though the white-clothed Immortal Venerable was still expressionless, he was still looking forward to it humbly.

  ——Even if he has such an unbearable identity and blood, Master will not look at him with that kind of disgusting eyes.

  Master is like the nine-day moon. Since she has given herself a ray of light covered in darkness, how can he be willing to let this moon hover in the sky and withdraw from his world?

  He... He is such a greedy person...

  ……

   "Yan Hanzhou, you are... why bother."

  The White Clothes Xianzun twitched the corners of her lips, her eyes flashed slightly, and there seemed to be a trace of unbearableness in her eyes.

   And the people in the right way saw Su Qinghuan’s complicated eyes, and they felt grief in their hearts.

  That's all. The scene of Yan Hanzhou kneeling and kowtow in front of everyone today is really palpitating.

  Even if they were bystanders, they all began to wonder if Yan Hanzhou was a magic repair.

  Only that thought flashed for a moment, and everyone's heart began to regain clarity. If it was really not, I am afraid that Yan Hanzhou would have been the first to deny it.

   But now, what the boy chooses is forbearance and prayer, which is enough to prove that what the demon lord Jiuyou said is true.

  ……

   "Hanzhou, get up first."

  Su Qinghuan stared at Yan Hanzhou’s forehead of the blood bead, and she felt very uncomfortable in her heart. She wanted to break free of the shackles of Jun Jiuyou and help Yan Hanzhou up.

  It's just that she is under the control of others at this moment, but her cultivation base is at least several levels lower than Jun Jiuyou's, and she can't get rid of the other party's restrictions at all.

  The young man stared at Su Qinghuan with his eyes tightly. He must force Su Qinghuan to ask him a word.

  "Master...you still recognize the disciple as a disciple, right?"

  "……"

  唔, I want to recognize it!

  But now this scene...It's really not something she can control alone.

  Su Qinghuan roared inside.

  She hesitated, her indifferent and gorgeous face, it was hard to describe her mood at this moment.

   And the Red-haired Demon Venerable who had been holding Su Qinghuan held hostage, but suddenly caressed his palm and laughed.

  He glanced at Su Qinghuan meaningfully.

   "Why, Fairy Su feels sorry for this evil seed?"

   "Ten years ago, why did Fairy Su choose to accept this son as a disciple? Is it necessary for the deity to declare the world?"

  "……"

  Big guy, big guy, even if you shut up, no one will treat you as dumb.

  What are you doing so hard to deal with Yan Hanzhou!

   "If you don't bother, you have to waste your tongue."

  Su Qinghuan glanced at Jun Jiuyou coldly.

   "I and Yan Hanzhou have a friendship between masters and apprentices. Whether this child is going or staying, why bother?"

   "Really? That being the case, this little guy has obviously fallen into the magic way, then Fairy Su wants to clear the door?"

  Jun Jiuyouyan smiled and looked at Su Qinghuan.

  It's just the smile in the man's eyes, but it's extremely cold.

   "I can remind Xianzi Su, if Xianzi doesn't do it himself, then Benjun will have to do it."

  "……"

  "……"

what!

   "Even though I am a gangster, I have never left under the eyes of my deity. Could it be that he and your lord have any long-term grudges?"

  Su Qinghuan looked at Jun Jiuyou suspiciously.

  This is something she has never figured out.

From the moment Yan Hanzhou appeared, Jun Jiuyou's hostility towards her little apprentice was obviously great.

   But why?

   Is it because Jun Jiuyou is also like those laymen, jealous of Yan Hanzhou's rapid cultivation, and the genius name is louder than him?

  This is too...

  ……

  "You little apprentice, grabbed something from my lord."

   Jun Jiuyou seemed to be thinking of something, the face of the red-haired and red Demon Lord showed a strange and inexplicable look.

  The man licked the corners of his lips, and suddenly looked at Yan Hanzhou with an extremely sinister look.

   "I said, if Fairy Su doesn't do anything, then this deity will do for Fairy for this opportunity to clean up the door."

  Su Qinghuan's face was cold, and she flicked her sleeves!

   "Your Excellency is deceiving too much!"

   "Even if this is the case, you don't need to do it for you in the matter of killing evildoers!"

   Her little apprentice followed his hard-fought-to-death parents before the age of seven, and followed the original body into the Qingyun Sect after the age of seven. Even if she had this time, she did not have the ability to steal Jun Jiuyou or something!

  This sounds like the best of the world, okay!

   Seeing the strong killing intent in Jun Jiuyou's eyes that did not seem to be fake, Su Qinghuan's brain began to ache sharply.

  She fixedly looked at Yan Hanzhou with her eyes.

   "Yan Hanzhou...can you admit this crime?"

  Su Qinghuan was in a complicated mood, and could only use his eyes to signal Yan Hanzhou to run away.

  Who knows, Yan Hanzhou just looked at her in a very sad manner, and didn't mean to wipe the soles of her feet.

   "If you want to add a crime, there is no reason to worry."

   "Master, so, are you going to kill me with your own hands?"

  "……"

  Young boy, boy, you have made up some messy things in your mind.

  ……

   "Interesting, really interesting."

   And that Jun Jiuyou seemed to have seen something very new, he stroked his palms and laughed, then suddenly let go of Su Qinghuan.

   "That deity will wait and see, see how Fairy Su took care of this evil kind by himself."

  "……"

  In the presence of countless people, Su Qinghuan is now already riding a tiger.

  The white long whip in Su Qinghuan's hand suddenly turned into a plain spirit sword.

  Yan Hanzhou’s eyes were dark, the fresh blood beads on his forehead mixed with the sweat from the boy’s temple fell down, feeling like blood and tears.

   "Master, you really... want to kill me?"

  "……"

  How dare I!

  She can't offend Jun Jiuyou, but she can't offend Yan Hanzhou even more!

  These two big brothers twisted each other.

  Su Qinghuan's heart was very broken, but she gritted her teeth on the face, still showing a cold and ruthless look.

   "Yan Hanzhou, since you are a demonic cultivator, you should be killed. Do you recognize this?"

   "...disciple, recognize."

  Yan Hanzhou's voice was hoarse, and he closed his eyes.

   "The disciple was originally picked up by the master from the dead man. If the master wants to take the disciple's life back, then...take it."

  After finishing speaking, the boy smiled again, but the smile was so bleak that the little fox couldn't bear it.

  "……"

  Ah ah.

  Su Qinghuan heard that the spirit sword, which was originally only one centimeter away from Yan Hanzhou, shook in an instant.

  But Jun Jiuyou behind her sneered.

  The face of the demon with red hair and red clothes was cold, as if quenched with ice.

   "Fairy Su, are you soft-hearted?"

  The words fell, Jun Jiuyou stepped forward suddenly, and he wanted to put Su Qinghuan’s arm on her, forcing her to thrust the spirit sword towards Yan Hanzhou’s heart——

  (End of this chapter)