The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 720 Sick disciples, don’t blacken (124)

  Su Qinghuan was taken aback, pulling the bow on the side of Jun Jiuyou's ear and letting go.

  At the same time, the boy with no blood on his face finally slowly opened his eyes.

  Perhaps because of the pain, the young boy’s eyes were unable to focus at first, and only felt that there was a vague white shadow in front of his eyes.

  It was a light scent of jade face flowers, following the white shadow, slowly crossing into the tip of his nose, the scent was extremely long and clear, and it was much better than the new blooming winter plum scent in the village mouth in the memory.

  Wait for the young man's vision to become clearer, and suddenly he saw a stunning face in his sight.

  Far mountain eyebrows, hibiscus noodles, long hair like splashes of ink only lightly hooked with a white jade ring.

  The woman has a cold face, and she seems to have only two colors of black and white all over her body, and even the crimson lips appear so indifferent and indifferent.

  ……

  Jun Jiuyou has never seen such a beautiful woman in his life, she is more beautiful than all the beauties he has seen in his life.

  The most important thing is that the woman's eyes are so clear, as if there is no dust at all, Jun Jiuyou saw his pale and tired face in the eyes of the other party.

  The young man stared at Su Qinghuan in a daze, and then spoke, his voice was hoarse to the extreme, as if filled with gravel, and those who listened could not help but feel heartache for him...

   "Are you... are you a fairy?"

  He should be dead, so he saw the fairy.

  If the woman in white clothes is not a fairy, how could she have such a beautiful face.

  The only thing that puzzled Jun Jiuyou is, why didn’t someone like him go to the 18th **** to be tempered after death, but saw a fairy instead?

  ……

  System 233 heard this, some gloating.

"Host, this kid can really see you... and he looks so realistic, he seems to think he is dead, and he doesn't know where the real Jun Jiuyou has gone. You will never really return to a few thousand. Years ago, right?"

  "Tong'er, you shut up first. We definitely haven't traveled through time and space. Although I don't know where the real Jun Jiuyou has gone, it is also a good thing. I don't want to face the real him now."

  Since knowing that Yan Hanzhou and Jun Jiuyou are the same person, Su Qinghuan has suffered a lot.

  Of course, she was toward her little apprentice in her heart, but now that Jun Jiuyou wanted to devour Yan Hanzhou's reason is very reasonable, she really didn't know what to do.

  If the two people give up the fusion of their souls, the biggest disadvantage is nothing more than not being able to fly through the catastrophe and rise to the next level, but this is undoubtedly the most in line with Su Qinghuan's wish.

Because the original owner’s side mission is to hope that Yan Hanzhou will not destroy the world. As long as Yan Hanzhou does not merge with Jun Jiuyou, the two will be trapped in the realm of God Transformation for life. world.

  And she can safely escape from this plane.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan thought like this in her heart, and even when she looked at the young boy's ignorant eyes, her expression eased a lot.

   "I... am not a fairy."

The little fox was born as a fox fairy in his own world, but now he uses the body of the original owner. Even though the world respects her as the Yuanying Immortal Venerable, it is natural that she cannot be regarded as a true fairy before the level of transition and ascension. .

  ……

"What did you say?!"

  The woman who is so beautiful that she is not like a mortal is not a fairy, that is to say, she is still alive! ?

   Jun Jiuyou's eyes were still a little confused, and he suddenly became vigilant.

  The desire to survive for many years made the young man's eyebrows subconsciously. He quickly grabbed the short knife in his jacket, but because he had lost too much blood before, he had not had time to touch the short knife, so he was stopped by a slender hand.

   "Jun Jiuyou, are you looking for this?"

  Su Qinghuan glanced at Jun Jiuyou with some headaches and helplessness. She was saving Jun Jiuyou anyway. After knowing that he was not dead, the first thought of this dead boy was to kill her first!

  No wonder...Everyone likes to tell the story of the farmer and the snake.

  ……

   Seeing the woman lift the short knife that was still stained with the blood of the previous foundation-building cultivator, Jun Jiuyou twitched in his heart, almost subconsciously wondering if Su Qinghuan was a comrade of that person.

   "How do you know my name is Jun Jiuyou?"

   Even though his face is pale at the moment, the young man’s brain is still running at high speed.

Well……

   But at this moment Jun Jiuyou was too weak, and Su Qinghuan didn't pay much attention to it.

  What's more, her real body is not here at all. She is just an illusion. If it weren't for the divine consciousness to fall into the body, she wouldn't be here to mediate with the heart demon of the snake spirit and sick demon.

  Only when Jun Jiuyou figured out the past past events, this illusion will be truly shattered.

  Otherwise, even she, a poor person who was involved in innocent people, will be trapped here for the rest of her life.

  ……

  The young man's eyes were so dark, Su Qinghuan could judge what the other party was thinking at a glance, and she sighed suddenly.

  ——Does you look so unkind?

  Oh, in the eyes of Jun Jiuyou, everyone except himself is bad?

   But this point of view is correct. After all, Jun Jiuyou looks too different. Those in the mortal world and the cultivation world naturally want to kill him and hurry up.

  Su Qinghuan thought about it and explained it patiently.

   "Don't be afraid, I am not an accomplice of the monk you killed earlier. If I want to kill you, I can do it when you were in a coma. Why wait until now?"

  "As for the fact that I know your name, it’s a bit complicated, and I won’t be able to say it clearly for a while, as long as you know that I won’t harm you."

  A sharp light flashed through the eyes of the young man when he heard the words, he was obviously considering which Su Qinghuan said was true or false.

  His gaze fell on the white-clothed Immortal Venerable with slightly frowned eyebrows and a somewhat complicated expression.

  Ming Mingming, Su Qinghuan’s expression has not changed much, and she doesn’t see much distress for herself, but for a teenager, it is the first time she sees a person who can face herself so calmly.

  ——Yes, those people who saw Jun Jiuyou’s true face in the past, no matter men or women, young and old, were afraid or disgusted, or they exuded greedy eyes that wanted to hunt him down.

   But these expressions, Jun Jiuyou did not see Su Qinghuan.

  He subconsciously touched the wound tied into a bow on his forehead, and asked a little confused.

  "Then...Why do you want to save me?"

  When he was in a coma, he clearly felt that he was being held by someone.

  It turned out that the embrace of a woman is so warm...

  The young man who has never been treated well, silently squeezed his hand under the rags.

  The corners of his lips stubbornly tightened, staring at Su Qinghuan like a wounded lone wolf.

   "Look at your dress... Are you a cultivator too? Do you want the horns on my head too?"

  (End of this chapter)