The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 718 Sick and disciples don’t blacken (122) 2200+ words

  When she heard the very young but heartbreaking howl, Su Qinghuan was suddenly hung up.

  ——Even though she had only seen Jun Jiuyou as a baby in the fantasy world before, Su Qinghuan was sure that this was definitely Jun Jiuyou’s voice!

  And it sounds like a teenager!

  ……

  It's just that the young boy's voice was too stern, intertwined and broken in the wind, so Su Qinghuan couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

  Jun Jiuyou's past, what exactly has it experienced? !

  Isn’t he supposed to be the blood of the demon royal family?

  How can you live so desolately? !

  Even discarded by his own mother? !

  ……

Su Qinghuan's heart suddenly turned into boiling porridge.

  She couldn't think about whether this was a trap or not, because the boy's **** roar was too direct to people's hearts, Su Qinghuan stepped subconsciously and stumbled towards the place she thought was right.

  Sure enough, the white fog that obstructed the line of sight soon dissipated.

  I saw a fat man wearing a linen robes in a poplar forest under the high moon and black wind.

   "A half-human, half-devil monster! Go to hell!"

   "But your horns that belong to the Demon Realm Royal Family are still useful, so let me show off in the future. I have also killed you warriors of the Demon Royal Family!"

"Do not--"

  The young man is simply a mortal who has not yet reached the threshold of enlightening the air into the body. How could he have thought that this fat man in a Taoist robe was so terrible, he just chanted a spell at random, and he was tripped by a branch!

   Watching the fat man Zhuji’s spirit sword swing towards the corner of his head, the boy suddenly widened his eyes.

  The bright and fierce blood spatters wantonly.

  The boy's face was already gorgeous and mysterious, and now it was also dyed completely red.

  He was so painful that he was so painful that he was curled up, but the young man's hand used his last strength with extreme precision, and the short knife he used for self-defense pierced the fat monk's heart!

   "How is it possible! Xiao Nian kind of! Do you dare to kill me!"

  The chubby male monk obviously didn’t expect how a mortal who hadn’t drawn his breath into his body could kill himself!

  Because he never thought that he would die in the opponent's hands!

  ……

  Su Qinghuan was also shocked when she saw this scene!

  She did not expect to see Jun Jiuyou once again raising the butcher knife in the past.

  However, the boy did these things...but still to protect himself!

  At the moment when he saw the fat man cut the horns on the boy's head, Su Qinghuan wanted to stop it.

However, a tremendous resistance stopped her movement. She was angry, and she yelled. The male monk who was present at the foundation and Jun Jiuyou, who was a teenager, could not hear her at all, let alone see her. This person.

  Su Qinghuan has only seen Jun Jiuyou who is as tall as a deity and full of deterrence in reality. He never thought that when Jun Jiuyou started, he was also a thin or even slightly weak young man.

Although    had red hair and blood pupils, it was incredible that the thin figure in front of him seemed to overlap with Yan Hanzhou.

  ……

  At this moment, Su Qinghuan truly believed what the system 233 said. Yan Hanzhou and Jun Jiuyou are the same person in themselves.

  Even the eyes...are so similar.

  ……

  Such a cruel picture, suddenly a cloud of mist blurred Su Qinghuan’s eyes.

  She held her hands tightly, resentful and furious, but she could only turn into helplessness.

  Because she is just an outsider, nothing can stop her.

   And the dead fat man stared at Jun Jiuyou, whose two horns had been cut off, with eyes wide open. Obviously he didn't expect that one day he would die in the hands of a weak person who he couldn't look down on at all.

   Seeing the fat man trying to kill Jun Jiuyou with the magic trick, Su Qinghuan’s pupils widened, and his heart was full of anxiety.

   At this moment, the young man who had been in a life-and-death crisis for many years, at a time when his life was at stake, used a faster speed than Su Qinghuan had imagined to quickly make up for the fat monk!

  The fat man quickly turned white in his eyes and vomited blood, then his limbs stiffened, and he finally stopped moving.

  ……

  Seeing that the young man was lucky enough to save his life.

Su Qinghuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for him.

  And the young man was obviously in extreme pain at this moment. The young man who had always tolerated, but now because the horns on his head were cut off, he shed two lines of blood and tears.

  He stumbled and picked up his cut horns. Even though this was the source of misfortune to him, it was also part of his body.

  The young man without the slightest trace of blood on his face, tried his best to stand up, he had a strong sense of self-preservation, and at the moment of escape, he took away the package of the foundation-building monk.

  The sky is getting darker and darker, and the blood hole on the boy's head because of the horns is still bleeding drop by drop. Su Qinghuan's eyes are very sore when she sees this scene.

  ……

  Before, she said that if she were Jun Jiuyou, she was afraid that she would not be able to grow up at all.

  However, when he truly felt the past that Jun Jiuyou had experienced before, Su Qinghuan realized that the admiration in his mouth was so fragile and small that it was not worth mentioning.

  Because even a bystander feels that she hates not being able to make people self-determined on the spot, how can the teenager as a party feel uncomfortable? !

  Su Qinghuan bit the corner of her lip, and subconsciously chased after it.

   And the sky was getting darker and darker, and the surrounding area was already cold enough, and even a little bit of ice and rain began to fall.

  As a mortal, Jun Jiuyou, who was in his youth, had the pain of broken corners. How should he survive?

  Su Qinghuan just watched the shrubbery all the way, but there were teenagers who stubbornly stood up and escaped. She felt that a heart-wrenching pain came from the depths of the limbs.

  It’s late at night, I’m afraid there might be beasts in the depths of this dense forest!

  ……

  Even if he knew that Jun Jiuyou survived and even later became a Demon Lord, Su Qinghuan could not help but squeeze a cold sweat for the teenager.

  Su Qinghuan chased to Jun Jiuyou's side, but the boy couldn't see her at all, just ran and ran blindly.

  Fortunately, he should not be killed, and he ran into a cave!

  The entrance of the hole is extremely deep, and it seems that there are no traces of ferocious beasts entering.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan, as the Qingqiu fox clan, was the most sensitive to whether this beast passed by. Seeing Jun Jiuyou found such a hiding place, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for the teenager.

  At this moment, the young man seemed to be unable to support himself, and the horns were cut off by the fat man who built the foundation before, and finally fainted in so much pain that he couldn't bear it.

  "Jun Jiuyou, wake up!"

   Seeing the boy's face flushed red from the cold, Su Qinghuan's heart trembled. Even if she didn't meet Jun Jiuyou, she knew that this boy might have a fever!

   Just as Su Qinghuan was too anxious, his hands suddenly touched the boy's arm!

  "!!!"

  What's going on, isn’t this an illusion?

  Why is she suddenly able to touch Jun Jiuyou's body? !

  ……

  Regardless of the short-term contact at this moment, what caused it.

  Su Qinghuan has a trace of happiness in her heart.

  Only when her hand touched the juvenile’s hot forehead, Su Qinghuan’s joy in her heart fell to the bottom.

  She pinched the magic formula, but found that she couldn't summon any spiritual energy. It can be seen that even if she meets a young man, she can't use magic at this moment.

  Su Qinghuan's heart suddenly became very anxious, and the young man seemed to be in extreme pain, and his thin body shrank in Su Qinghuan's arms.

   "It's cold, so cold..."

  The words fell, and a tear of the boy spread to the palm of the woman.

  (End of this chapter)