The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

   Chapter 1728 The Humble Furnace of Noble Immortals (76)

  Ling Ruoxu stood beside Su Qinghuan, the young man looked extremely embarrassed, but in front of his sweetheart, Ling Ruoxu still didn't want to lose his self-esteem, and even lowered his face a little bit self-deception, and didn't want Su Qinghuan to see his blood-stained appearance.

   He was too weak, not only did he not have the strength to stand beside Su Qinghuan to protect her, he couldn't even protect himself.

   Ling Ruoxu's eyes flashed a shadow, and he reluctantly said to Su Qing.

   "Xianzun, these outer disciples are bullying the weak. They can bully even a mortal who can't breathe into the body. How can Xianzun believe their words? Don't be deceived by them."

  Ling Ruoxu even had a bit of bitterness. It wasn't that he couldn't see that Su Qinghuan didn't want to see him, but that didn't mean that he could accept that Su Qinghuan was bewitched by others.

  …

   Of course, these are all unilateral worries of Ling Ruoxu.

   As long as Ling Ruoxu jumped out of the filter of his love brain, he would understand that Su Qinghuan really just looked down on him unilaterally. How could a person who can cultivate to the Immortal Emperor Yuan Ying be really simple?

   And those few outer disciples had a little guilty conscience towards Su Qinghuan, but seeing Ling Ruoxu looking at them so resentfully at this moment, naturally the wicked people complained first.

   "Xianzun! What the **** did you say about this furnace? The disciples revere Xianzun the most. Even if we have 10,000 courage, we won't dare to lie in front of Xianzun."

   Some people started to complain, and the others immediately became indignant.

   "That's right, Immortal Venerable's eyes are like mirrors, it's all Ling Ruoxu's rude words, so we taught him a lesson."

   "This furnace is too much. He used to rely on someone from Immortal Venerable, and he kept threatening us. He insisted that we occupied Yunqiao and would not let him pass."

   "But Xianzun Mingjian, this cloud bridge is obviously so wide, if Ling Ruoxu really wants to pass, what does it have to do with us?"

  Ling Ruoxu didn't expect that those few outer disciples would be so shameless, they were obviously deceiving people too much, and now they can still pick themselves up so clean!

Ling Ruoxu's embarrassed handsome face was pale at the moment, he subconsciously looked at Su Qinghuan, begging her to believe him, but Su Qinghuan still didn't look at him, his eyes were always calm and indifferent. With the few outer disciples.

"Oh, is it?"

   And the few outer disciples, because of the little fox's gaze, one or two were red-faced, as if they had never seen a woman before.

   When they glanced over at the woman in white in front of them, they had to breathe lightly, for fear of disturbing this stunning beauty.

   And it was obvious that Su Qinghuan was wearing a wide robe that was indistinguishable from other disciples, but wrapped around her, it made people wonder what kind of beautiful scenery was hidden underneath.

   There was one who was bold enough to even blurt it out.

   "Xianjun, you are so beautiful..."

   "Pfft... You don't need to tell me, I know it myself."

  Because those people answered the wrong questions, the little fox smiled, she stood with her hands behind her back, and her expression was lazy and seductive.

  The world likes to praise beauty without knowing the naivety, but the little fox wants to be beautiful without knowing it.

  …

   The outer disciple who had the courage to express his love had no idea that the little fox would have such an approachable reaction.

   He thought that Su Qinghuan would be angry or annoyed, and even punish them for their rude words, but he didn't expect it to be so calm.

   No wonder the world says that the Immortal Venerable Qing Huan of the Canglan Peak of Xuanqing Sect seems to be gentle and affectionate, but is actually the most ruthless, and no one can approach her heart.

  The disciple gritted his teeth, and suddenly said boldly.

"Xianjun, the disciple is Zhang Jiannan from Fangheping. The disciple is not talented, but I heard that Xianjun likes some snacks in the mortal world. Before the disciple cultivated immortality, his parents were both cooks. Xianjun's drink and peck."

   "You want to serve me?"

  Su Qinghuan glanced at the other party with a half-smile but not a smile. The wind was blowing, and the streamer beside the temples of the immortal emperor in white danced with the wind, as if one could reach the streamer as long as one stretched out his hand.

   Zhang Jiannan, who claimed to be a disciple of Fangheping Outer Sect, also looked at Su Qinghuan in a daze.

   "Yes, the disciple wants to serve the Immortal Monarch. The disciple knows that his aptitude is low, and he has never expected to become the Immortal Monarch's inner disciple, but even if he is a handyman in Canglan Peak, the disciple is willing."

  Su Qinghuan smiled lazily and casually. She looked down at the kneeling disciple, took out a spiritual fan, and gently lifted the chin of the outer disciple.

   "Even if it's just cooking for me?"

   It was obvious that the fan raised his face, but the heartbeat of the outer sect disciple who placed Heping was roaring for a while. He stared at the little fox's hand as white as jade, imagining the soft and delicate touch.

  —If it was these hands that raised their jaws, what a scene it would be.

   The outer disciple's breath became tight for a while, and it was inevitable that he would lose his mind. His ears were red enough, and his whole person was as humble as dust.

   "Being able to... satisfy the appetite for Xianjun is also a blessing for the disciple."

  …

  Ling Ruoxu never thought that the outer disciple, who was still mocking him for being shameless, would now take the initiative to "dedicate himself" to Su Qinghuan.

  What do you call someone cooking?

   Looking at the appearance of the disciple from the outer sect of Heping, it is clear that he is conferring his soul on Su Qing, and he is fascinated by the peerless demeanor of the immortal in white.

  …

  Ling Ruoxu's heart was overwhelmed with anger and jealousy, he bit his lip tightly, feeling the sweetness in his throat.

   For a moment, he had the urge to gouge out the eyes of these outer disciples.

   Why did those outer disciples covet the light in his heart?

   She is his.

   No matter how these people accuse him that he should not be shy and subordinate to women, but even Luding, he is from Canglan Peak and Su Qinghuan, isn't he?

  …

   Therefore, before Su Qinghuan could speak, Ling Ruoxu suddenly stood up angrily, and he suddenly slammed, kneeling in front of Su Qinghuan.

   "Isn't it enough for Xianzun to have Ruoxu? If Xianzun wants to eat, whether it's cakes or dishes, Ruoxu is willing to learn."

  “…”

   Little Fox did not expect that Ling Ruoxu would one day compare himself to being a cook on his knees.

  Su Qinghuan knew that Ling Ruoxu was pampered, the first life in the fantasy world, and the second life in the fantasy world.

   Ling's father and Ling's mother doted on him very much, even if Ling Ruoxu could not cultivate immortality and could only eat whole grains, Ling Ruoxu still did not touch the spring water with his ten fingers.

   The little fox glanced at Ling Ruoxu lightly.

   "Oh? Do you also want to serve Benjun's drink and peck?"

   (end of this chapter)