The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 692 Sick and disciples don’t blacken (96) 2200+ words

   Yan Hanzhou's thin lips were almost pressed into a straight line, and that handsome face was so stubborn that it made people palpitation at the moment.

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan did not expect that Yan Hanzhou would answer himself like this.

  The bright conditions are almost threatening.

  ……

  But the little fox was sure in her heart that she would definitely leave this world, how could she always be with Yan Hanzhou.

   Seeing the juvenile’s paranoid eyes, Su Qinghuan suddenly had a headache.

  She slowed down a bit, trying to brainwash Yan Hanzhou.

   "In the cold boat, the chicks must leave the elder's wing shelter and fly high alone. Where can anyone be with you for the rest of their lives."

  Yan Hanzhou knelt on one knee in front of Su Qinghuan, but his back was as straight as a pine and bamboo, showing the loneliness of the boy.

  "Master, my disciple knows that there is a contract that binds the lifespan of two people together."

  "The disciple is now in the body of Yuan Ying, and his talent is a bit better than that of the master. If you can half the life span of the master in the future, it will definitely be more helpful to the master's path of cultivation."

   Yan Hanzhou looked at Su Qinghuan steadily, and remarked in a persuasive manner, apparently trying to confuse Su Qinghuan's heart.

  While the little fox doesn’t know, generally only Taoists will make such a contract. Her real body is originally an immortal, and she will not be as obsessed with longevity as the native monks in Canglan Continent.

   "This is not necessary."

  Su Qinghuan coughed lightly, feeling that Yan Hanzhou was backwashing himself.

  She pondered for a few seconds.

"We have never thought of making this kind of life-sharing contract with others, but Han Zhou, you have one thing that is right. The aptitude for a teacher is still inferior to you, just in case the teacher will pass If the robbery fails, you will die, and you will not be able to accompany you for a long time."

  Su Qinghuan thought that by moving out of this set of rhetoric, he would be able to directly dispel Yan Hanzhou's determination.

  Unexpectedly, the boy just looked at her stubbornly.

  "Master is wrong. If Master is unwilling to make the contract, in the future, when you go to the poor and fall to the yellow spring, the disciples will follow Master..."

  "……"

  Mist grass?

  Is there anything like this?

   Then if she was struck by the robbery, Yan Hanzhou would choose to be struck by lightning with her?

  This association is so strange!

  ……

  Su Qinghuan frowned.

   "No, everyone has their own fate. If it is God's will, why should you fight with the sky?"

  "To cultivate Taoism is to go against the sky."

  Yan Hanzhou looked at Su Qinghuan ignorantly. The boy's voice was low because of the hoarseness, and it sounded like a humble prayer.

  "Master is still far away from the God of Transformation Thunder Tribulation. Master does not have to think about that. As long as Master promises me and does not leave his disciples in the future, Han Zhou will not act recklessly, let alone do harm to the common people."

  Even though, he is not a good person at all.

  Yan Hanzhou has been given too little kindness since he was a child. Although he grew up in the self-proclaimed Qingyun School, he is still used to the ugliness of human nature.

  In order to live, Yan Hanzhou has stepped into the darkness step by step, but in front of Su Qinghuan, pretending to be more obedient.

  But...if Master voluntarily accompanies him, then Yan Hanzhou will get everything he wants most. He is too late to be happy, why would he think of destroying the world?

  ……

Su Qinghuan hesitated for a few seconds against Shang Yan Hanzhou's burning eyes.

   "Tong'er, why don't we just cheat and advance the original body's transforming thunder robbery? I don't believe it, the original body's soul lamp is out, and Yan Hanzhou can really go to the underworld to **** people."

   "What's more, the soul lamp of the original body is not originally me."

   "...Host, you are such a ghost."

  Su Qinghuan thought this way, and immediately she was relieved of her psychological burden.

  She spoke gently to Yan Hanzhou, hesitated, and stretched out a friendly hand towards Yan Hanzhou.

   "Okay, Han Zhou, I believe you as a teacher, even if you cultivate demons, you can also be a good monk with a pure temperament."

  ……

  In the future, I don’t know how many amazing beauties I will meet on my way to cultivation.

  Do not believe it, Yan Hanzhou will not find one he likes.

  Yan Hanzhou stared at Su Qinghuan’s white as jade palm. He swallowed thirstyly, put his palm into Su Qinghuan’s palm with a dark expression, and then stood up.

   "As long as the master wants it, the disciples will try their best to do it."

  This time, Yan Hanzhou didn't make any trouble, and quickly stood next to Su Qinghuan.

  In a place that Su Qinghuan can't see, the young boy's eyes are deep.

  ——He had a voice in his heart telling himself that if Su Qinghuan refused to come back to look for him before, then Yan Hanzhou would choose to forge the immortal lock with thousand-year-old cold iron, simply as in the illusion.

  He wants to build a gorgeous cage for the master, decorated with phoenix spirit feathers and decorated with East Sea shark pearls.

  And the only one inside is the Master.

  ……

  Fortunately, now Master, I’m back.

  Whether it was because of pity or compassion, I came back after all.

  ——He is in infinite darkness, and the person who has given himself a glimmer of light wants to leave, why is he willing to let go?

  Even if the twisted melon is not sweet, he has to try his best.

  Yan Hanzhou’s eyes were cold, he held Su Qinghuan’s hand and remained silent, but in his heart, he quickly recalled the casting drawings of the bundle of immortal locks.

  Yan Hanzhou was only in the deepest part of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and Jing Hong glanced at the pattern, but that kind of low-level immortal lock, used to fetter a monk with the body of an infant, was obviously not enough.

  So, Yan Hanzhou also thought of better materials.

  Not only can bind the body-body, even the soul can also be bound.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan did not know that her little apprentice had become more and more terrifying.

  Because Yan Hanzhou agreed to her request to be a human being, Su Qinghuan was in a good mood. She thought about the plot of the original world line, and suddenly remembered that this place should be close to the mortal world, and the farther north she went, there was an ice wasteland inside.

  In the depths of the wasteland, there is a thousand-year-old cold jade that is most conducive to the cultivation of monks, which can make the monks' cultivation speed extremely fast.

  Now both Yan Hanzhou and her have been targeted by the Snake Essence and Disease Demon Lord.

  Now there is no hope of being promoted, but as long as Yan Hanzhou can enter the later stage of Yuan Ying, he will be able to cross the ranks and have the power to fight with the Lord of God.

  Thinking about this, Su Qinghuan released the hand holding Yan Hanzhou and spoke gently to Yan Hanzhou.

   "The former convenience is the mortal world. As a teacher, I have heard that it is very close to the northern wasteland, and there may be natural spiritual treasures. Han Zhou, how about you go and see with the teacher?"

  "……"

  Feeling the woman's soft palm suddenly out of his hand, Yan Hanzhou's thin lips pressed slightly, and he humbled his head to cover up the greed and evil thoughts in his eyes.

  "Okay, if the master wants to go, the disciple will be accompanied."

   "We are all Yuan Ying cultivation base now, you don't have to be so respectful."

  Su Qinghuan only felt that Yan Hanzhou was a little too clever. When she said this, Yan Hanzhou also raised his head, his eyes fell and looked at Su Qinghuan generously.

   just met the young boy's fierce gaze, and turned to Su Qinghuan to become uncomfortable.

  ……

  The two walked side by side, and soon arrived at the mortal town.

  The five senses of the cultivators are already outstanding, and the looks of Su Qinghuan and Yan Hanzhou are even more unmatched. Many people along the way can't help but look at both of them.

"Ah……"

  It’s nothing more than those boudoir girls. They are relatively restrained. When I watch Yan Hanzhou, they are still a little veiled, and they are not embarrassed to stare at them.

  Many mortal men, as if they had never seen such a beautiful woman, had their eyes directly attached to Su Qinghuan, and some even shed halazi.

  (End of this chapter)