The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

   Chapter 1691 The Humble Furnace of Noble Immortals (39)

   The handsome young man in white brocade clothes was immediately stunned because of Su Qinghuan's smile.

   His heart also seemed to be full of ups and downs, and he was even a little helpless.

   "Come...to see you."

   "What a nerd."

   The little fox saw that Ling Ruoxu looked a little silly, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up even more.

   "Look at you, are you running here? Your forehead is soaked with sweat, why don't you wipe it?"

   After saying that, Su Qinghuan handed Ling Ruoxu a plain white handkerchief, but the corner of the handkerchief was embroidered with a bunch of orchids and a small Su character.

  Ling Ruo took the veil in a daze, smelling the faint fragrance that belonged to his sweetheart, his face became hot for a while, and his cheeks were flushed to the roots of his ears.

   In order to avoid being too embarrassed, the young man in white brocade quickly lowered his eyes, daring not to look at Su Qinghuan's peach-like face.

   "Okay, okay..."

  …

  Looking at Ling Ruoxu's dull and clumsy appearance, it was difficult for the little fox and System 233 to imagine that this was the immortal venerable in white with a dignified and arrogant face outside.

   "Host, it turns out that Ling Ruoxu will look like this after being deprived of his memory. Isn't this too funny?! It's obviously the same face, so why is there a naive atmosphere in the extravagance?"

   "Don't say it, don't you think that compared to that stinky Immortal Venerable, now he is much more pleasing to the eye?"

"Host, originally I wanted to urge you to tamper with Ling Ruoxu's memory as a woman, and let you go to the champion and then go to immortal to abandon him, but think about what you said, it's too much to break through Ling Ruoxu's inertia of male superiority and female inferiority. Think about it, if this fellow is so angry that his soul is awakened, he won't have to play."

   "Yeah, I didn't set up the plot line of the female respect for the sake of being relatively reasonable. Thinking about it now, if I could see Ling Ruoxu like a little daughter-in-law who was suffocated, this picture would definitely be more interesting."

  Little fox and System 233 were joking here. She borrowed the spiritual power of Qianlijiangshantu to tamper with Ling Ruoxu's memory and let him experience the suffering of the original owner.

   And Ling Ruoxu was obviously hit.

  The real world of immortality beyond the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains has already turned upside down.

   Most of the monks who came to participate in the Xuanqing Zong hairpin flower event have already left. The Xuanqing Zongzong was so angry that he sent people to stare at Ling Ruoxu's life jade slip every day to see if the Immortal Venerable lived or died.

   Immortal Venerable Ruoxu's original jade slip has not been extinguished, but the light on Ling Ruoxu's original jade slip is always jumping, and it seems that it will dim at any time, which is not a good sign.

   If the Xuanqing Sect's disciples knew that Su Qinghuan was teasing Ling Ruoxu between his palms in this picture of mountains and rivers, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood.

  …

  In the illusion created by the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, the little fox saw Ling Ruoxu still shyly afraid to look at her, she tutted and laughed a little.

   "Why don't you pay me back when you've used up the hijab? The dignified eldest young master of the Ling family, wouldn't such a low-quality hipa also be stolen?"

   "No...it's not like that."

  Because of her stuttering one after another, Ling Ruoxu bit her tongue, feeling very ashamed in front of her sweetheart.

  He handed the embroidered handkerchief back to Su Qinghuan a little embarrassed.

   "I just thought, I let it get wet with sweat, it's not very good, I want to wait for it to be cleaned before returning it to you."

   "Pfft, it's okay, I can wash myself, and we are so familiar with each other, I won't despise you."

   The little fox winked at Ling Ruoxu, her setting was originally an orphan who practiced medicine and her parents died early, and her personality was more outgoing than the average boudoir girl, which was normal.

  Ling Ruoxu saw Su Qinghuan's bright eyes like the bright moon, and only felt that his heart was numb again for a while.

   For some reason, he had an inexplicable sense of unreality when he saw every grass and tree in this world, even Father Ling.

  Only when I saw Su Qinghuan, everything in front of me seemed to be slowly solidified, and she was my most important and most trusted existence.

  …

  Ling Ruoxu shyly handed the handkerchief to Su Qinghuan, and at the moment when their fingertips inadvertently touched, Ling Ruoxu felt even more like an electric shock.

   He quickly pulled his hand back, and then subconsciously checked whether his sweetheart was the same as him, embarrassed and embarrassed because of this brief skin-to-skin contact.

  Unfortunately, Ling Ruoxu was disappointed.

  Su Qinghuan smiled magnanimously, as if he didn't care about the closeness between the two just now.

  Ling Ruoxu couldn't help thinking of what Father Ling had said earlier.

  Yeah, even a man of his age can open his body and give needles without changing his face, not to mention such a touch.

  …

   "Ruoxu, what's wrong with you? Suddenly you're unhappy? Didn't you say come to see me? Did seeing me make you sad?"

   Ling Ruoxu in front of him is not the immortal lord in white clothes that is high above the fantasy world. His emotions are like a blank sheet of paper, and the little fox can easily guess it.

  Ling Ruoxu raised his head like he was just waking up from a dream, and he shook his head quickly.

   "Not unhappy! Qing Huan... Next month is your birthday, and I'm here to give you a gift."

  Ling Ruoxu gritted his teeth, and suddenly carefully took out a hidden gilded Ruifeng hairpin from his sleeve.

   "This is made by the best craftsmen in the city. Do you like it? If you like it, can I put it on for you?"

  Su Qinghuan was startled, she looked down at the rather precious Ruifeng hairpin, and suddenly refused.

   "This hairpin is too precious, you shouldn't have given it to me."

   "I just want to give it to you!"

  Ling Ruoxu thought of Father Ling's words, and he gritted his teeth, determined to take the initiative to fight for his lifelong event.

   "Qing Huan, I like you, I have liked you since I was a child, really, as long as you are willing, this hairpin is a dowry gift, and I will treat you well for the rest of my life."

  The young man in white brocade looked at her stubbornly, his eyes were sincere, but his hands trembled uncontrollably, as if he was afraid that the little fox would refuse.

   A boy's **** intention may be the most unforgivable existence in this world.

  …

   "You want to marry me?"

  Su Qinghuan took the hairpin in a daze, and her face slowly turned red.

   "Ruoxu... Actually, I like you too."

  ——After all, I like how you look silly now, and you can jump into my trap obediently.

  Su Qinghuan buried her face on Ling Ruoxu's shoulder, her eyelashes drooped, and she suppressed the maliciousness in her eyes.

  …

   "Really? Qing Huan, you agree?!"

   Ling Ruoxu didn't even notice that the little fox was acting, and he held the little fox's face ecstatically.

   Seeing the two of them getting closer, Ling Ruoxu felt sweeter than eating honey for a while.

   But the little fox intentionally wanted to break the sweet atmosphere at the moment, she pushed Ling Ruoxu away with a pretense of sadness, her brows darkened.

   "If Xu, but your father doesn't like me, will he agree to our marriage?"

   (end of this chapter)