The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 713 Sick disciples don’t blacken (117)

  Being pressed by the man on the soft couch paved by the deep sea fish, Su Qinghuan's eyelids jumped quickly.

She regretted a little bit why she had to break the casserole to the end, but when she thought of what Jun Jiuyou had admitted before, and then saw the man’s dark and violent eyes, she didn’t feel scared at this moment, but a hint of compassion. NS.

  White-clothed Xianzun's eyelashes trembled, and then tried his best to look back at Jun Jiuyou's cold eyes.

   "It's not sympathy..."

"what is that?"

  Jun Jiuyou frowned, only to feel uncomfortable with the look in Su Qinghuan's eyes.

  He never thought about being a weak person. Even when he was the weakest, the young man was waiting for an opportunity, just like a young wolf ready to go, just looking for the right time, he would bite the enemy's throat at any time.

The Scarlet Demon Venerable has grown to such a big size, it is ridiculous. At first, those people were either contemptuous or disdainful of him, or mixed with disgusting fear, but later, those people were only left crawling in front of him. Shivering.

  No one has ever felt compassion for him.

  Not even more so, looking at him with such pitiful eyes.

  Even when he was just a baby in the beginning, even the mother who gave birth to him was disgusted with him, thinking that Jun Jiuyou was nothing more than a monster that should not survive in the world.

  Unexpectedly, the so-called kindness he felt at this moment came from an age he no longer needed.

  If he had met Su Qinghuan like his remnant soul Yan Hanzhou when he was young, he might be afraid of the respect of the fairy in white.

  But he was already strong and almost standing on the top of the Canglan Continent, and there was nothing to make Jun Jiuyou feel worthy of his humble admiration.

  Even if Su Qinghuan was the moon in the sky, what he thought was to pick it off, grab it, and take possession of it.

  This is where he is different from Yan Hanzhou.

  The wisp of remnant soul, still humblely tried to influence Su Qinghuan, so that the white-clothed sister in front of her slowly fell in love with herself.

   And he is a complete actionist.

  Since I want it, I just have it.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan saw Jun Jiuyou staring at herself deeply, and she coughed lightly.

   "Not sympathy, but... admiration."

  The woman's voice didn't slow down deliberately, but there was a sense of compassion.

   But when she said this, Su Qinghuan was completely sincere.

  The white-clothed Xianzun looked back at Jun Jiuyou with his eyes fixedly, his eyes seemed to be looking at an injured young man.

   "If I were at your age and had my horns cut off so cruelly, I'm afraid I may not be able to live until now, and it will be even more difficult for me to reach the height you are today."

  "……"

   Jun Jiuyou was even more uncomfortable with Su Qing's pitying eyes.

  The man was irritable inside, and suddenly clasped Su Qinghuan's two hands, pressing her on the wall paved with jewels and jade.

   "Do you think you said that? Can I be moved? Or do you think I will let you go?"

  The painful past that happened to him was indeed not caused by Su Qinghuan.

   But when I thought that Yan Hanzhou, who was also the son of a man and a devil, could live smoothly to this day, there was even Su Qinghuan standing in front of the boy to protect him.

  Jun Jiuyou went crazy with jealousy.

  He pinched Su Qinghuan's palm very hard.

  It just so happens that Su Qinghuan’s skin is more delicate and tender.

   Soon, a circle of red marks appeared on Su Qinghuan’s wrist.

  Baiyi Xianzun frowned slightly.

   Facing Jun Jiuyou's violent and rage, she only feels that Jun Jiuyou's essence is nothing more than a child who lacks love in his childhood and grows up with a sick child who grows up, expressing-venting her own pain through anger.

   Thinking of this, Su Qinghuan's expression softened a little bit. He didn't try to resist the opponent as before, just slowly opened his lips.

   "Jun Jiuyou, you pinch me, I know you won't let me go, and I have no place to escape. Can you let go of my hand first?"

  Su Qinghuan's expression still has a trace of pity, perhaps because that ray of tenderness not only dissolves the coldness between the woman's eyebrows and eyes, it is even like the melting ice of the early spring, which is so clear that you can't move your eyes.

  "……"

Jun Jiuyou has never seen a bold woman like Su Qinghuan.

  Before, he had also met many women who were so beautifully born. When he passed by, he was too frightened to restrain himself, or bold enough to flatter himself to hook himself.

  No one has the clear eyes of the person in front of them.

  For a moment, Jun Jiuyou even suspected that Su Qinghuan was not afraid of herself.

  Especially...she didn't say anything about the Lord Demon in the same distance as before, but called his name directly, even if it was the full name, but it was always a little closer than before.

  ……

The tyrannical heart of Jun Jiuyou seemed to be comforted miraculously.

  The man took a deep breath, inexplicably afraid to look at Su Qinghuan’s eyes again. He attributed this mess of mood to Yan Hanzhou.

  ——If it weren’t for his own remnant soul that affected the mind of his ontology, how could he be shaken by a little Yuan Ying Xianzun?

  The man suddenly released his hand on Su Qinghuanhao’s wrist, but he seemed to think it was a little too easy to let Su Qinghuan go, so the man embraced the woman’s waist again with a vicious voice.

  "You are a little self-aware. If you run, I will break your legs."

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan was very speechless, especially when Jun Jiuyou's hand on her waist kept tightening.

  Sometimes, she feels that Jun Jiuyou is a bit like her little apprentice Yan Hanzhou, and her personality is not always clear, but sometimes she looks like a naive ghost, or a kindergarten big class kid who scares people.

  ……

  People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

  It’s better to follow the other person’s wishes than to act rebelliously. She doesn’t want to be boring and give herself a lot of hardship.

  So, Su Qinghuan nodded obediently.

   "Okay, I won't run."

   "You said it yourself."

  The man glanced at Su Qinghuan's face coldly, obviously not convinced that what Su Qinghuan said was true.

  If this is the case, I am afraid that Su Qinghuan will not take her little apprentice to escape that day outside the Tianyuan Secret Realm.

   Jun Jiuyou's eyes flicked over Su Qinghuan's red palm because he had just pinched it, and he was taken aback.

  Although Su Qinghuan just yelled of pain, the man did not expect that Su Qinghuan’s wrist was miserable.

  He didn't feel that he had used much strength, but the woman's thin white wrist had already showed an eye-catching red mark, which not only looked extremely conspicuous.

  It was as if someone had been bullied, and it was a bit pitiful.

  The man couldn't help hesitating for a moment on his face.

  He just...does he really use that force?

  (End of this chapter)