The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 660: Don’t Be Black (64)

Yan Hanzhou didn't care about anything else, and rushed towards the little fox, wrapping his arms tightly around Su Qinghuan's waist!
"Master... this disciple misses you so much."

"The disciple is so scared. Once I turn around, the master will no longer want the disciple."

The always gloomy and gloomy young man was excited like a child at this moment, he was crying and laughing, his eyes were red and greedily staring at the face of the female cultivator in white in front of him.

Yan Hanzhou was afraid that once he let go, the white-clothed immortal would disappear like in the illusion just now.

Getting what you want is the biggest pain point in life.

Then, on the other hand, finding something lost is a great surprise in life.

Yan Hanzhou never thought that God would have a moment to pity him for a person like him who has always been extremely unlucky.

If Su Qinghuan was really taken away by disciples of other sects or some monsters entrenched here, then Yan Hanzhou would never forgive himself in this life.

……

Thinking of this, Yan Hanzhou's eyes dimmed, and he unconsciously tightened Su Qinghuan's waist.

It would be great if... could be bound together with Master, or even become one.

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

Even when the young man's head was deeply buried in her skirt, Su Qinghuan could feel the faint traces of water on the young man's cheeks, staining her plain Taoist robe.

A world-destroying demon king like Yan Hanzhou...would cry because he was afraid that he would not be able to find her?
Such a weird thought flashed through her heart, Su Qinghuan didn't know whether to be moved or ashamed.

She used to be unafraid to judge the young man in front of her with the greatest malice, but during the past two months of contact with Yan Hanzhou, Su Qinghuan found that the person who seemed to be wearing colored glasses to Yan Hanzhou was clearly herself.

……

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

Su Qinghuan cast a helpless glance at Yan Hanzhou, her voice lowered, and there was a softness in her tone that she didn't even notice.

Perhaps it was from entering this secret realm of Tianyuan that Su Qinghuan's impression of Yan Hanzhou gradually improved.

……

Yan Hanzhou looked like a little milk dog, and the gloomyness before was completely gone. After all, he was a 17-year-old boy, and he looked up aggrievedly at this moment, which was really cute.

After getting along for this period of time, Yan Hanzhou had already judged that Su Qinghuan looked cold to the bone, but in fact he was a soft-hearted person, so Yan Hanzhou pondered Su Qinghuan's intentions, and complained a little coquettishly.

"Master, when you wake up, there is no one around you, and you are not worried that something will happen to your disciple?"

"A disciple is not the same as a master. Seeing that the master is gone, the disciple really feels so empty..."

As the boy spoke, he lifted his cheeks and blinked his peach blossom eyes, which looked at Su Qinghuan moist and clear.

At this moment, Yan Hanzhou's eyes are spotless, so clean that there is no haze, and the tone of his speech seems to want to completely hold the sincere heart of a child in front of you.

Facing such unblinking eyes, Su Qinghuan's heartbeat quickened for some reason.

Because the age difference between herself and Yan Hanzhou was about two hundred years, and Yan Hanzhou was her little apprentice, Su Qinghuan didn't realize at all that the black lotus in front of her was teasing her.

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

"Hanzhou...it's not that I don't worry about you as a teacher...it's just..."

Because Yan Hanzhou had given Su Qinghuan some spiritual energy earlier, Su Qinghuan had just woken up.

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

But when he saw the defensive circle set up by Yan Hanzhou, Su Qinghuan instantly understood that Yan Hanzhou was probably doing something else.

Moreover, although her external injuries have basically healed, the old injuries still have the possibility of relapsing at any time. In addition, her spiritual consciousness is still weak, so Su Qinghuan can't act rashly.

Because she was curious about where the entrance of the cave was, she turned around, and when she turned around, she saw Yan Hanzhou, who seemed to have lost his soul.

……

After listening to the cold and gentle explanation of the white-clothed immortal, the slight dissatisfaction and loss in Yan Hanzhou's heart disappeared instantly.

The boy is like a large wolfhound, which looks extremely fierce, but if his master caresses its fur, it miraculously quiets down and leans obediently at the master's feet, as if it is harmless to humans and animals.

"It's the disciple who is overthinking."

"cough……"

Looking at the young man's piercing eyes, Su Qinghuan only felt that she had a guilty conscience of abducting a large child.

The little fox felt even more guilty. She glanced at Yan Hanzhou's blood-stained Taoist robe, and immediately frowned.

"Let's not talk about that, Han Zhou, what's with the blood on your robe? Are you injured?"

"No."

"That's not the disciple's blood, but because the disciple entered the depths of the cave earlier and had another adventure, after beheading the monster snake, it was splashed."

Hearing Su Qinghuan's mention, Yan Hanzhou woke up like a dream.

He lightly mentioned a few words about how he took the phantom flower and fruit, but he didn't mention a word about the scene he saw in the cave.

Su Qinghuan just nodded enviously.

"Tong'er, this is indeed the treatment that a man of destiny should have. Sure enough, the cave under the cliff is a treasure land for advancement!"

……

"Master, wait for me first!"

As Yan Hanzhou said, he turned around excitedly and hastily, and hurriedly looked for the phantom spirit fruit that he dropped to the ground in a hurry.

The light at the entrance of the cave here is not very clear, but Yan Hanzhou's rare recklessness, as well as the high spirits unique to a young man, still infected Su Qinghuan with a sigh.

"Tong'er, this Yan Hanzhou is still a child after all. You see, he is hugging and acting like a baby, crying and laughing, and he really doesn't seem to be very gloomy."

"...Uh, host, are you sure?"

At most, people are just acting a little naive in front of you!
You really treat the big demon king like a little sheep, you are not afraid of being eaten and spit out your bones!

System 233 complained frantically in his heart.

It is a bit happy to hear it at the moment, anyway, the FLAG of its own host stands loudly, and if I think back to 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 phantom spirit fruit. The color of the crimson spirit fruit was originally extremely beautiful, and even looked a little strange, but because it was stained with a little dust, it was a bit funny.

And Yan Hanzhou took out the plain silk handkerchief with great embarrassment, carefully used the dust-cleaning formula, and wiped the spiritual fruit again and again with the silk handkerchief, and then brought the spiritual fruit to Su Qinghuan with bright eyes .

"Master! This is the illusory spiritual fruit my disciple brought for you. Do you still like it?"

(End of this chapter)