The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 747 Sick disciples, don’t blacken (151)

  Shallow blood oozes out of the corner of the boy's mouth. Su Qinghuan felt a pain in her heart and subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to wipe the corner of the boy's mouth with a silk scarf.

  Unexpectedly, Yan Hanzhou, who was still very weak at the moment, did not know where his strength came from, and quickly clasped the woman's wrist.

  "Master, you answer me."

  "What to answer..."

  Su Qinghuan's heart is now in a mess, Jun Jiuyou is dead, and her heart seems to be in a mess, there is no way to sort out her thoughts.

  What's more...when she just encountered the Thunder Tribulation of the God of Transformation, no one except System 233 knew what she had seen in the heart demon fantasy realm of that day Tribulation experience.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou saw the woman in the red wedding gown drooping her eyelashes, knowing that Master was deliberately avoiding his own mind.

  This trace of cognition caused the pain in the teenager's heart to skyrocket.

  It turned out that the physical pain of being crushed by thunder catastrophe was not as painful as the pain that Master turned a blind eye to him.

  At this time, Yan Hanzhou was a little envious of Jun Jiuyou.

  That man...in such a decisive way, he sacrificed his life for Master.

  According to the personality of the master, I am afraid that you will never forget the other party for a lifetime, right?

  This...how can it be.

  Even if Yan Hanzhou is still grateful to Jun Jiuyou for fighting for Master and him a ray of life, but men’s jealousy and possessiveness are so unreasonable.

  Yan Hanzhou suddenly felt that if he could let Master remember him for a lifetime, maybe he would be killed by the sky thunder at that time, which would be good.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou’s thoughts are paranoid and crazy, but in the young peach blossom eyes, there is a feeling of tolerance and pleading.

  "Master...Answer Han Zhou, you will not leave Han Zhou, will you?"

  "……"

   Seeing the amazing love and infatuation under the boy's eyes, Su Qinghuan sighed, and finally reached out his hand and gently stroked Yan Hanzhou's hair.

   "Han Zhou, you are seriously injured now, wait until we return to Liuli Peak to heal your wound, okay?"

   "As for other things, Master promises you that I will guard you every step of the way until your injury is healed."

  This answer should have pleased Yan Hanzhou.

  But the boy found that his heart has become more and more greedy.

  What he wants is not a moment, but a lifetime.

  Yan Hanzhou's heart seemed to have been chopped by some rusty blunt knife, and it was indescribable pain.

  The beautiful peach eyes of the boy turned red in an instant.

  It is said that men have tears and do not flick them lightly, but they have not reached the point of sadness, but for Yan Hanzhou, all this is just a means to win master's sympathy.

  No one knows better than Yan Hanzhou how a master is a character who is soft but not hard.

   It doesn’t matter whether he pretends to be obedient or sells miserably, he wants nothing more than this person, willing to stay by his side obediently.

  "Master, if this is the case... the disciple would rather not get better for the rest of his life, even if his cultivation is completely useless and become a mortal, at least, the master will stay by my side."

"you--"

  The green veins on Su Qinghuan’s forehead suddenly jumped non-stop.

  She knew that her little apprentice had some thoughts towards her that shouldn't belong to the apprentice towards the master.

But……

  The paranoid and strong eyes of the young man, anyone who looks at it will be shocked.

  ……

  If it is in normal times, Su Qinghuan can still hold the master's frame and teach Yan Hanzhou a few words.

  But at this moment, Yan Hanzhou was also seriously injured for her, and the boy's pitiful appearance at this moment was not pretending at all.

  Can't hit or scold, nor can you scold, but...and can't get close to each other without restrictions.

  Su Qinghuan suddenly had a headache, and some did not know what to do with Yan Hanzhou.

  The corners of the lips of the woman in red could only helplessly pass another sigh.

   "You, you will be eighteen years old next month, and you should be an adult. Don't always make trouble like a child, okay?"

   "I don't. If the master is willing to be by my side obediently, I would rather not grow up."

  "……"

  What strange theory?

  Su Qinghuan feels helpless.

  But Yan Hanzhou's eyes suddenly lit up, because the young man suddenly realized something.

  "Master, how do you remember my birthday?"

"this……"

  A drop of cold sweat dripped on Su Qinghuan’s forehead. In fact, it was related to Yan Hanzhou’s father. Who made the original owner love Yan Hanzhou’s father crazy, so he became a stalker of madness back then, and he naturally knew Yan Hanzhou’s birthday.

  And the original owner still hates it. Every day on Yan Hanzhou’s birthday, the original body finds some strange reasons to make him treat Yan Hanzhou harshly.

  Probably only Yan Hanzhou is a poor little one, and I don’t know why I was punished.

  ……

  The reason for learning that the little apprentice’s birthday is really unspeakable. After all, mentioning Yan Hanzhou’s father, I’m afraid that the little pitiful in front of him will turn into a world-destroying demon.

  Su Qinghuan had to rack his brains and make up a lie.

  "Have you forgotten? When you first entered Qingyun Sect, you wrote your birthday on the jade slip you joined."

   "It turns out, Master still remembers such trivial things."

Yan Hanzhou had actually seen that Su Qinghuan was lying, but he did not expose the little fox’s impulse. He knew that Master felt guilty towards him. That’s good, the more Master cared about his emotions, the less he would not leave him behind. Regardless of.

  Thinking about this, the young man suddenly raised his head, looking at the woman in red in front of him with shining eyes, a trace of obsessive infatuation flashed in his eyes.

  "Master, you look great in this wedding gown. Next month is Hanzhou’s birthday. Hanzhou doesn’t need other birthday gifts. As long as Master wears the wedding gown for me again, okay?"

   At that time, he also secretly changed into a red shirt in advance.

  Is this count, Master is willing to take the initiative to marry him as his wife?

  ……

  Su Qinghuan doesn’t know what Yan Hanzhou’s calculations are, but wearing a wedding dress specifically for Yan Hanzhou is too shameful.

  Xianzun, who was dressed in a red wedding dress, suddenly flew a ray of glow on his cheeks.

  "What nonsense...your birthday gift, the teacher will find something else for you to replace, okay?"

   "I don't, I want this."

  The young man’s eyes rolled spinelessly, he moved his mind and raised his pale face pitifully.

   "Master, I'm so cold."

  This is not a lie. Although he is the body of the sun, he was stunned by the thunder tribulation before. At this moment, his body temperature is indeed colder than Su Qinghuan.

  The woman heard the words and quickly took out a large sleeve from the storage bag and tightly wrapped Yan Hanzhou. Those slender fingers, like green onions, silently interlocked with Yan Hanzhou's fingers, trying to convey some warmth to Yan Hanzhou.

   "Now, is it better?"

  Su Qinghuan frowned, and she asked with concern in her eyes, without noticing that the boy was taking advantage of her.

  (End of this chapter)