The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 753 Sick disciples don’t blacken (157)

  In the illusion, the pair of outstanding men and women, separated by a distance of less than half a meter, are now silently confronting each other.

  This is good for the little fox, or the demon in the black and red robe, it's like a heart-to-heart game.

  ——He bet she would be soft, and she bet he would come closer.

   All around, everything was silent, and the silence was a little terrible. The man stepped forward suddenly, and the sound of the sharp sword piercing the flesh appeared so clear.

  Blood overflowed, splashing out of the man's heart all at once.

   "Hanzhou——!!!"

"do not want--!!!"

  The woman in a white robe staggered backwards, her eyes widened in shock, and she wanted to pull the sharp natal spirit sword from Yan Hanzhou's body.

  However, the Demon Lord in the black and red robe just smiled bitterly.

  "Master...Do you think I will kill you?"

  But...Even if he was stabbed by a thousand swords, he didn't want to hurt Su Qinghuan a bit.

  "Master, this is the second time you want your disciple's life, but the disciple has said that I can give you what you want."

   "Even though, it's the life of a protagonist."

  ……

  The imperceptible curvature of the corner of the man’s lips instantly stung the woman’s eyes.

  Who is the love?

  Who is foolish?

  Who is it that, in such a decisive way, put an end to this relationship that should not be secular?

  "Master...you guessed this answer a long time ago, right? Actually, in your eyes, the life of the disciple is nothing compared to those ants."

not like this……

   is clearly not the case.

  The woman in white with a beautiful face seemed to be in a huge confusion at the moment, her hand holding the long sword was shaking, and she was so painful that she wanted to refute.

  However, the man just laughed, and even held Su Qinghuan’s sword hilt with his bare hands. In an instant, blood fell dripping from the man’s palm.

   Yan Hanzhou looked at the woman's eyes, but he was always that way, affectionate and infatuated.

  The red color in his heart is mournful and flowery, which is even more vivid than the Manzhushahua that can be seen everywhere in the magic palace.

  This is the blood of Yan Hanzhou.

  The man silently used this resistance to remind the woman what he did.

   Seeing that the little apprentice he loved in the past was so self-defeating in front of him, the white-clothed Xianzun's heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles, and it was painful.

  The woman has always been proud, but at this moment, her eyes are almost flushed and pleading with her, her posture lowered to the extreme.

   "Han Zhou, please, Master, please don't be like this, okay?"

  Yan Hanzhou's cultivation base is higher than her. At this moment, the man is holding her natal spirit sword, and she can't move at all, so she can only let the sword's edge pierce Yan Hanzhou's heart deeper.

  "Don’t do this? Master still feels distressed for the disciple until now?"

  The curvature of the man’s lips rose more and more, and he even laughed abruptly, but his eyes were so sad and lonely, and even a silent tear oozes from the end of his eyes.

  The tear fell into the collar, and finally disappeared.

  "Master, if I die, will you forgive what the disciple did to you before?"

   Without waiting for Su Qinghuan's answer, the man suddenly grabbed Su Qinghuan's life spirit sword and pierced it into his heart without hesitation.

   Pain, all over the body.

  However, the man with the crimson devil pattern on his forehead felt that this kind of physical pain was not comparable to Su Qinghuan’s pain of escaping from him.

  Love is parting, resentment will be met, can't ask for it.

  For a man, it turns out that the most painful thing is the four words that can’t help but ask for it.

  He was born in the mud. Darkness is his true color. If he has never seen the light, he will not have any expectations and greed for others in his life.

   But since that moon came into his own world, even if it was a reflection, how could he be willing to let this moon leave his world?

  It’s just that... the way he used was too decisive and extreme, so his moon was destined to not belong to him.

  Even if the force is in your hands, you will eventually leave your own world one day.

  ……

  Blood spattered everywhere.

  The man in the black and red robe had already lost too much blood at this moment, and finally lost control of the white-clothed Immortal Sovereign Sabre.

  At this time, Su Qinghuan’s saber fell from the man’s heart.

   "Hanzhou! Are you crazy?!"

  Su Qinghuan rushed over without even thinking about it, tears like pearls without money, big and big falling from her face.

   "Han Zhou, you will not die, will you?"

  He is the Son of Destiny, the first person with unique talent in the world, and he is only one step away from the cross-border ascension. If it weren't for obsession, how could he stay in this world?

  How could... die so easily?

  Baiyi Xianzun couldn't believe it at all.

  Holding Yan Hanzhou with trembling hands, she felt the man’s fast passing spiritual power at this moment, and even the astonishingly hot body of the past began to cool down, and the woman’s heart shook.

  Su Qinghuan subconsciously wanted to input spiritual power to Yan Hanzhou, but the man relied on the last bit of strength to buckle the wrist of the white-clothed Immortal Venerable.

  A man with a pair of beautiful peach-eyed eyes, even if he loses too much blood at the moment, his face is a little white like snowflakes under the eaves of winter, there is also a thrilling and sickly beauty.

  And he, at this moment, just stared at the woman crying in front of him in a maddening way.

   "Master, did you... cry for me?"

"Do not talk!"

  Su Qinghuan subconsciously wanted to prevent Yan Hanzhou from expending spiritual energy, and the woman's spiritual energy was also frantically poured into the man's eight meridians, but the man didn't listen to her at all.

  She never thought of killing Yan Hanzhou.

  Such a sick, strong, paranoid man, she really has an indescribable fear.

  But those monks, she didn't intentionally put them in the magic palace.

  At the same time she ran away that day, three thousand cultivators broke into Yan Hanzhou’s magic palace, but it was just a coincidence.

  However, Su Qinghuan really does not want men to be crazy for her to the point of blood sacrifice to the world.

  Even Xianzun Baiyi didn't want to admit that she had an extremely selfish idea. She wanted to keep Yan Hanzhou by her side. His cultivation was useless and it would be better to turn into a mortal.

  As long as, stay with her.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou no longer wants to know so much at this moment. The man, regardless of his weak body, stretched out his hand to try to wipe the tears on the woman's face.

  He looked at Su Qinghuan ignorantly and coughed twice weakly.

   "Master, you... don't be afraid of Han Zhou, okay?"

  "Master...You don’t want me to kill, those monks, I just shut them in the magic palace and didn’t kill them. Is Han Zhou behaved? I always listen to you?"

  The female sister in white was shocked listening to the man's confession, the strength of the whole body, as if at this moment, all disappeared!

  And Yan Hanzhou took another bite of blood, uncontrollably vomiting under the hem of the woman's clothes!

  (End of this chapter)