The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 727 Sick disciples don’t blacken (131)

  The corner of the white-clothed Immortal Venerable’s lips swept across a calm arc, even if she held a short knife into her heart, her eyebrows did not frown, but looked at Jun Jiuyou very calmly.

   "Jun Jiuyou, don't worry, if my blood is useless to you, I don't have to hurt myself."

   "Even if it's for my little apprentice, but for this kind of loss-making business, I will still calculate the gains and losses."

  ……

   Jun Jiuyou heard Su Qinghuan’s words, his deep eyes were a little dark, and he looked back at the white-clothed woman in front of him for a moment, a bit like a hunter looking at the prey.

   "Even if this effort is really useful, don't you know how precious it is?"

  "You will heal me, and in the future, you and me will be implicated in spirit."

  Most cultivators would not be willing to take their heart blood to donate to others, because heart blood is extremely precious and rare, and it is connected with the soul power of the cultivator.

  So, even if it really comes in handy, most of the life of a cultivator will only take a blood pledge with his Taoist companion on the day of the wedding that shows his heart.

   symbolizes that these new humanitarian couples will live in symbiosis with souls regardless of you and me in the future.

   Therefore, on the Canglan Continent, if you take heart and blood for a heterosexual who has no direct blood relationship, even if you are not vowing on the Dao Lian ceremony, it often means admiration and attachment.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan of course also knows the implications of this layer.

  She immediately shook her head helplessly at Jun Jiuyou.

  "Jun Jiuyou, don't think of those weird meanings. I just want to save people. If there is a better way, I would not choose to hurt myself."

  After all, taking the heart and blood is very expensive, and the amount must be controlled, otherwise it is easy to endanger the life of the cultivator.

  ……

   "It seems that Susu, you also know what it means to give others' heart and blood? So, you are the deity...the destined queen."

  What's all this?

  I have explained it all clearly!

  The man’s eyes were burning like fire. Su Qinghuan was palpitated for half a second by the straight and warm eyes, but she quickly turned her head and tried her best to be sane and sober.

  "Jun Jiuyou, you should take care of yourself. If you really want to count, I also took this effort for my little apprentice."

  "……"

  The joy of the man was instantly cut off by Su Qinghuan's words.

   Thinking of the young man who was clearly under the cold river, but for a while, he gave up the soul fusion with him, a sharp look flashed in Jun Jiuyou's eyes.

   "Do you... like my remnant soul?"

When he said this, Jun Jiuyou's hands hanging under his sleeves were very tight. Even though God destined them to be the same person, because of their different identities and experiences, Jun Jiuyou never took Yan Hanzhou. I have seen it as a complete existence.

  In the eyes of Jun Jiuyou, the opponent is just a fragment of him, not even a "person".

   But the woman he likes, but rather cute to such a fragment, did not respond to his wishes.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan saw Jun Jiuyou's eyebrows tightened, and she didn't know why her apprentice was so attracted to Jun Jiuyou, she raised her eyebrows helplessly.

  "I don’t have the kind of feeling for Yan Hanzhou...that you imagined. If I say this, can you not hate my little apprentice so much?"

   "It is said that your own brother is the most intimate, but the relationship between you and Yan Hanzhou is far deeper than that of ordinary brothers, but you hate him so much. It's really... people don't know what to say."

   "You don't like Yan Hanzhou, but you can give him so much?"

Jun Jiuyou frowned, obviously not believing Su Qinghuan's words.

  In his eyes, when he first met, Su Qinghuan obviously did not hesitate to bet his life to save Yan Hanzhou. How can such a friendship be achieved by an ordinary master-disciple relationship?

  What's more, the world still rumored that Liuli Xianzun of the Qingyun Sect hated this youngest personal disciple.

  If this kind of maintenance is considered disgusting, I am afraid it will be laughable and generous.

  ……

   "Is it weird?"

  Su Qinghuan sighed, and handed over the blood that he had taken from the colored glaze cup.

   "I owe my little apprentice a lot. By doing this, it can be regarded as repaying the little debt I owed him in the past."

  "……"

Jun Jiuyou pursed the corners of his lips and looked at the crimson blood that the woman handed over. The blood did not carry any smell. Perhaps it was because Su Qinghuan drank Yuyan Flower Dew all the year round. Even the blood had a few traces attached to it. The cold breath of Yuyanhua.

  It almost makes people think that this shouldn’t be a painstaking effort, but should be a fine wine brewed by the master brewer for thousands of years.

  ……

  Facing Su Qinghuan’s “antidote” that could relieve or even save Jun Jiuyou’s burning bone pain, the man did not take it in one sip, but put aside the glass cup that was full of Su Qinghuan’s blood.

  "Remove your robe."

  The man's thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and there seemed to be some complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Uh?!"

Su Qinghuan was startled, because she was still in the illusion at the moment, and because Jun Jiuyou completely suppressed her inner demon, she couldn't use any spiritual power, so she could only watch Jun Jiuyou stop her, and she started to be extremely frightened again. He bowed his head to unbutton her clothes.

  "……"

   Seeing Su Qinghuan's body stiff, the man finally showed a smile in his eyes.

   "What are you afraid of? As I said, I won't move you before the Dao Lian ceremony, so I won't move you."

   "I just want to see the wound left by your heart and blood, and heal you."

  "……"

  The position is really a bit awkward.

  Su Qinghuan could not speak at all at this moment, so she could only stare at Jun Jiuyou with her eyes, indicating her anger.

  But Jun Jiuyou glanced at her helplessly, and even stretched out his big, well-knotted palm, and stroked the woman's temples.

   "As Yuan Ying Daojun, what scene have you never seen? Why do you still learn from that mortal girl, so embarrassed?"

   "Never mind..."

   Jun Jiuyou sighed and suddenly took out a long black silk cloth.

"This thing is made with the chaotic light source of the East China Sea. It looks as thin as a cicada's wing, but if it is tied to a human eye, it is actually invisible to the slightest light. Now this seat has sealed its own spiritual consciousness, you Don't worry, I won't look at you."

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan never thought that Jun Jiuyou would think of these details.

only……

  When she saw Jun Jiuyou's hand trying to pull her Taoist robe away, Su Qinghuan had to take a step back in embarrassment. At this moment, she found that she was still unable to move, but was able to speak.

  Her cheeks were flying pink, and she yelled in embarrassment!

   "You! The direction is wrong... go down."

  (End of this chapter)