The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 687 Sick disciples don’t blacken (91) 2200+ words

   Seeing the obviously horrible whiplash in front of the boy's chest, Su Qinghuan's breath suddenly choked.

  Even if she hit the whip to get rid of Yan Hanzhou's congestion, Su Qinghuan was still a little ashamed.

  She turned her eyes a little uncomfortably, her cold voice subconsciously slowed down a bit.

   "Han Zhou, since you have broken the pill and formed babies, the scars caused by the teacher in the past can disappear into the invisible, why don't you refine them?"

  "Disciple..."

   Seeing Su Qinghuan evasive, the young man's eyes flashed, and he quickly guessed. The master was afraid that he would feel ashamed of himself.

  Yan Hanzhou soon had a care in his heart. He can live from a harsh orphan until now. In order to survive, he is no longer a good-minded and good person, and his temperament is the most selfish.

  As long as he wants to get things, whether they sell miserably or behave well, Yan Hanzhou doesn't mind showing it to Su Qinghuan again.

It’s also a good thing to deepen Master’s guilt towards him. He only hopes that the deeper Master’s emotional entanglement with him, the better. It doesn’t matter whether it is love or hate. The human eyes looked at himself.

  ……

   "Why don't you talk anymore?"

  Su Qinghuan saw Yan Hanzhou’s eyes shining brightly, like a scorching flame, Su Qinghuan was suddenly startled, a little bit ignorant of what Yan Hanzhou wanted to say and why.

  A normal male monk, even if he doesn’t love beauty like a female monk, he still hopes that there are no scars on his body, right?

   Yan Hanzhou gritted his teeth, and he looked towards Su Qinghuan Ai Ai, those deep peach eyes flashed a ray of light that was hard to ignore.

   "The disciple didn't erase the whiplash... just because... reluctant."

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan almost spewed rice after hearing it.

   "What can't you bear with a whip? Tonger, this Yan Hanzhou shouldn't have been criticized by the original body a lot, and now suddenly he has a tendency to be abused?"

   "Host, don't worry, Yan Hanzhou is not the kind of shaking M. Instead of thinking of him as a masochist, you might as well think of him as shaking S."

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan heard System 233 disapproving, and she didn't understand why System 233 said so, but saw Yan Hanzhou's eyes staring at him for a moment.

  A faint smile hung on the corner of the young man's lips, and his eyes were even more unabashedly infatuated. Between his four eyes, Su Qinghuan pretended to be calm and ignored, but he was still a little palpitated.

  "Master, the disciple is now the body of the Yuan Ying, and the other marks of the whip and lightning burns have been erased by Han Zhou."

   "It's just... the disciple alone can't bear to wipe the welt mark on his chest."

  ? ? ?

  Su Qinghuan was startled when he heard the words, but didn't understand what Yan Hanzhou meant.

"why?"

  Yan Hanzhou gritted his teeth, the young man fixedly looked at Su Qinghuan’s eyelashes, with the overly burning gaze, as if he was about to take the white-clothed Immortal Venerable before him into his stomach.

  "Does Master really not know? It was exactly a month ago that Master whipped the disciple in front of the Shangqing Palace because of the disciples sneaking into the Tibetan Pill Pavilion to steal the elixir."

   "Before this, the disciple never felt that the respected Master also cared for the disciple, but after that, the disciple suddenly found that the respected master had also remembered the injury of the disciple in his heart."

"Since then, the disciple silently put Master’s teachings in his heart, which is also the beginning of the disciple’s respect and admiration for the teacher. Sometimes, the disciple even feels that the teacher is a different person... …Perhaps… just because it’s better for the disciple?"

  Yan Hanzhou rarely confesses his thoughts in such a detailed manner.

As he spoke, Yan Hanzhou even took a step forward. The distance between the two people was originally only one arm away. At this moment, because of this sudden close, the masculine atmosphere of Yan Hanzhou, which is between the young and the young, suddenly enveloped. Su Qinghuan.

  ……

   Lifting his eyes to look at Yan Hanzhou's handsome and innocent face, Su Qinghuan's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.

  ——My little apprentice, who is only seventeen years old, how can he be so... enchanting!

  Being bewitched by Yan Hanzhou's appearance, Su Qinghuan also had a hint of worry in her heart.

  She anxiously faced the system 233.

   "Tong'er, is my performance so obvious? Wouldn't Yan Hanzhou know that I am not the original owner?"

"Host, what are you afraid of? Anyway, you are not a looter who robs and rebirth. It is the original owner who voluntarily sacrificed his soul and body to you. Even the Heavenly Dao here recognizes your identity. You don't need to be like that. Worry about this and worry about that."

   "...I am not afraid of this."

  Su Qinghuan frowned.

   "I am afraid, Yan Hanzhou knows that I am not the original body, what should I do if my obsession is deeper?"

   "Hey, love debt is always a lot of debt, and you think that even if you don't tell the other party clearly, Yan Hanzhou will transfer his admiration to others?"

   "Anyway, you did these things yourself that caused the young people to like you. You have to be responsible, host."

   "...Take the responsibility of your ghost!"

  Su Qinghuan’s heartbeat speeded up several times.

  She didn't dare to look directly at Yan Hanzhou's eyes, she could only pretend that she didn't understand what Yan Hanzhou's confession meant, and quickly changed the subject.

   "Hanzhou, the Taoist robe given to you by the teacher has been pierced by the lightning that day. Why don't you change it again?"

  The white-clothed Immortal Venerable said with anger, but the soft look in his eyes obviously carried a hint of care that he hadn't noticed.

   Yan Hanzhou's heart warms up.

He was originally a white and black sick young man. The reason why he was so embarrassed that he came to Su Qinghuan just after the catastrophe. On the one hand, he wanted to see Master too much. His desolate appearance can add a little more sympathy to him.

  He hates it, like an illusion in the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm, he uses the scarlet gold chain to tie the Master to his side, and he can only look at him all the time.

  It was just such a dark thought, but Yan Hanzhou knew that he would never show it in front of Su Qinghuan.

  Otherwise, the sooner he is exposed, the farther away the master will be.

  After this period of getting along, Yan Hanzhou has discovered that Su Qinghuan is a hard-hearted character. As long as he sells more miserably, even if Master knows that he is not that bleak, his tone will slow down unconsciously.

   Even sometimes, he would acquiesce in conniving some nonsense behavior.

  ……

   Yan Hanzhou's heart moved. Taking advantage of his young age, he looked aggrievedly towards Su Qing.

  "Master, it’s not that the disciple didn't want to change into a robe, but before coming to the Tianyuan Secret Realm, the disciple forgot to bring a spare robe."

"and……"

   "And what?"

  Su Qinghuan frowned.

  I saw that handsome young man cast his eyes down, looking at himself a little bit aggrievedly.

  "Master forgive the disciples for overstepping. When I was in Liuli Peak, the seniors who were in charge of chores only gave the disciples a robe."

   "It's just that the Taoist robe is too shabby, and the master has seen it, so I can't stand it in the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm, and I don't want it to be given to the disciple Ling'er Senior Sister again."

  "……"

  Wizard, how to say it, has become its own pot again?

  Su Qinghuan had long known that although Yan Hanzhou was a direct disciple of the peak master, he was treated poorly in all aspects of Liuli Peak because he was not waiting to see him.

  But I didn’t expect that Yan Hanzhou’s Taoist robe and robes would be reduced by those handyman disciples!

  (End of this chapter)