The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 660 Sick disciples don’t blacken (64)

   Yan Hanzhou didn’t care about anything else, and rushed directly at the little fox, tightly hugging Su Qinghuan’s waist with his arms!

   "Master...I miss you so much."

   "The disciple is so scared, as soon as he turns around, the master no longer wants the disciple."

  The always gloomy and gloomy teenager is excited like a child at this moment. He is crying and laughing, his eyes are red, and he stares greedily at the face of the white-clothed lady in front of him.

  Yan Hanzhou was afraid that as soon as he let go, the White Immortal Venerable would disappear like in the fantasy world just now.

  Pursuing but not being a big pain point in life.

  In contrast, losing and regaining is a great surprise in life.

  Yan Hanzhou never thought that God would have a moment of pity for himself for a person like him who has always been so lucky.

  If Su Qinghuan was really taken away by a disciple of some other sect, or some monster entrenched here, then Yan Hanzhou would never forgive himself in this life.

  ……

   Thinking of this, Yan Hanzhou's eyes were dim, and he unconsciously tightened Su Qinghuan's waistband.

  It would be great if... could be tied to the master, or even integrated into one.

  On the other side, Su Qinghuan was the first time to see such a childish Yan Hanzhou.

  Even, when the teenager's head was deeply buried in the placket of her clothes, Su Qinghuan could feel the faint traces of water scattered on the teenager's cheeks, blurring her plain robe.

  A world-destroying demon like Yan Hanzhou...he was afraid that she could not be found...cry?

  Such a weird thought passed through her heart, and Su Qinghuan didn't know whether she should be moved or ashamed.

  She used to have the greatest malice to predict the young man in front of her, but in the past two months of contact with Yan Hanzhou, Su Qinghuan discovered that it seems that the person who has been wearing colored glasses to Yan Hanzhou is clearly himself.

  ……

   "How old are you, and still hug your master, what does it look like?"

  Su Qinghuan glanced at Yan Hanzhou helplessly, her voice lowered, and there was a softness in her tone that she could not even detect.

  Perhaps it was from entering this Heavenly Origin Secret Realm that Su Qinghuan’s impression of Yan Hanzhou slowly and truly improved.

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou looked like a little milk dog. The previous gloomy gloom was completely gone. He was a seventeen-year-old boy. At this moment, he looked up aggrievedly, but he was really a bit pitiful.

  After this time of getting along, Yan Hanzhou had already determined that Su Qinghuan looked cold on his face, but he was actually a person who eats soft but not hard, so Yan Hanzhou pondered Su Qinghuan’s mind and complained a little bit coquettishly.

  "Master, there is no one around you when you wake up, do you worry that something will happen to your disciple?"

   "The disciple is different from the respected master. Seeing that the respected master is gone, the disciple's heart is really empty..."

  The young man said, he lifted his cheek and blinked at those peachy eyes, looking at Su Qinghuan with moist and clear eyes.

  At this moment, Yan Hanzhou’s eyes are spotlessly clean and so clean that there is no haze. The tone of voice between the words seems to fully hold the sincere heart of a young boy in front of you.

  Faced with such non-blinking eyes, Su Qinghuan didn’t know why, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated by a point.

  Because he was two hundred years old between Yan Hanzhou and Yan Hanzhou, and because Yan Hanzhou was her little apprentice, Su Qinghuan did not realize that the black heart lotus in front of him was teasing himself.

Seeing the young man buried his head under her shoulder, Su Qinghuan stretched out his hand hesitantly and stroked the young man's head stiffly.

   "Han Zhou... not for the teacher and not worrying about you... just..."

  Because Yan Hanzhou had given Su Qinghuan some spiritual power before, Su Qinghuan had just woke up.

   There was no one around, the little fox should be panicked.

  But when he saw the defensive circle set by Yan Hanzhou, Su Qinghuan instantly understood that Yan Hanzhou was going to do something else.

  Furthermore, although her trauma is basically healed, the old wounds are still likely to occur at any time. In addition, Su Qinghuan can't act rashly because of her weak consciousness.

  Because she was curious about where the entrance of the cave was, she turned around and saw Yan Hanzhou's soul-lost look after looking back.

  ……

  Listening to the cold and gentle explanation of the white-clothed Xianzun, the slight dissatisfaction and loss in Yan Hanzhou's heart disappeared in an instant.

  The juvenile is like a large wolf dog, looking fierce, but if his master strokes its fur, he will miraculously quiet down, leaning obediently at the feet of his master, as if it were harmless to humans and animals.

   "It's the disciple who is too worried."

   "Cough..."

  Looking at the juvenile’s piercing eyes, Su Qinghuan only felt that she had a guilty conscience of abducting large children.

  The guilt deepened in the little fox's heart. She swept through Yan Hanzhou's blood-stained robe, and suddenly frowned her eyebrows.

  "Don’t talk about it, Han Zhou, what’s the matter with the blood on your robes? Are you injured?"

   "Nothing."

  "It was not the blood of the disciple, but because the disciple had entered the depths of the cave and had another adventure before he was splashed after killing the demon snake."

  Yan Hanzhou heard Su Qinghuan's mention so, it was like waking up from a dream.

  He lightly mentioned a few words about his experience of fetching fantasy flowers and fruits, but said nothing about the scenes he saw in the hole.

  And Su Qinghuan just nodded enviously.

   "Tong'er, this is worthy of the treatment that the Son of Destiny deserves. As expected, what kind of cave under the cliff is an advanced treasure!"

  ……

  "Master, wait for me first!"

   Yan Hanzhou said, turned around excitedly and hurriedly, hurriedly looking for the fantasy spirit fruit that was dropped to the ground under his own urgency.

  The light at the entrance of the cave is not very clear, but the rare recklessness of Yan Hanzhou, and the high spirits that belong to a young man, still infected Su Qinghuan with a sigh.

   "Tong'er, this Yan Hanzhou is still a child after all, you see, hugging and acting coquettishly, crying and laughing, it really doesn't seem to be so gloomy."

  "...Uh, host, are you sure?"

  At best, they just behave innocently in front of you!

  You really treat the big devil as a little sheep, and you are not afraid of being eaten and you won’t spit out your bones!

  System 233 is frantically complaining inwardly.

  It’s a bit happy to see it at the moment, anyway, the FLAG of its own host is so loud, I will recall today’s words in the future, I am afraid that I will crazily regret that I am the naive one.

  ……

  And Yan Hanzhou picked up the fantasy spirit fruit. The red spirit fruit was originally extremely beautiful in color, and even looked a little strange, but because it was stained with a little dust, it was a little funny.

Yan Hanzhou took out the plain silk kerchief with great embarrassment, carefully used the dust cleaning technique, and wiped the spirit fruit with the silk kerchief. Only then, with bright eyes, he held the spirit fruit in both hands and sent it to Su Qinghuan. .

  "Master! This is the phantom fruit that the disciple got for you. Do you still like it?"

  (End of this chapter)