The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 662: Don’t Be Black (66)

The little fox never thought that Yan Hanzhou would care so much about her whereabouts, life and death. If he looked at the young man's eyes again, the guilt in his heart would be even stronger.

Su Qinghuan was inexplicably sour and ashamed. She took the illusory spirit fruit, thought for a moment, and split it in two with spiritual power.

Yan Hanzhou couldn't help being surprised when he saw Su Qinghuan's actions.

"Master, are you?"

And Su Qinghuan's voice was cold and gentle, and he handed half of the spiritual fruit to Yan Hanzhou's lips without any doubt.

"Since you don't want to enjoy this spiritual fruit alone, then eat half of it."

"Since you and I are masters and apprentices, we should share the blessings and misfortunes."

"..."

When Yan Hanzhou heard this, he was shocked and moved.

The young man pursed his lips.

Knowing the answer in his mind, he still couldn't help asking a question that was destined to make him unhappy.

"Then Master...does he treat Brother Haoran and Senior Sister Linger the same way?"

"nature."

Su Qinghuan glanced at Yan Hanzhou in surprise, and felt that the young man's aggrieved look was both funny and cute.

"They came from the same sect as your teacher, and they are all the direct disciples of this deity. A teacher should treat you and them the same."

"Master..."

Yan Hanzhou grabbed the hands under the sleeves of his robe tightly, and even the knuckles of his fingers burst out with blue veins.

The young man hid the jealousy and paranoia in his eyes, and just looked into Su Qinghuan's eyes stubbornly.

"But... didn't Master say that he would favor disciples more?"

"..."

"You, you should grow up, there is no reason to be jealous of senior brothers and sisters."

Su Qinghuan almost couldn't help laughing, if it wasn't for holding the original owner's aloof and arrogant fairy avatar, she might have tapped Yan Hanzhou's forehead with her hand.

"As a teacher, I helped you win the Wuming Spiritual Sword in the Tianyuan Secret Realm this time. This is a treatment that even your senior brothers and sisters can't get. Isn't this considered favoritism for you?"

"……not enough."

"???"

Su Qinghuan was taken aback.

But the young man repeated it angrily and stubbornly.

"These are not enough, the disciple is greedy and wants more."

No, actually not more.

It's that he wants everything about Su Qinghuan.

Thinking of wishing he could hold the person in front of him in his arms, so that this lofty white-clothed immortal would become one with his flesh and blood, becoming his bones and flesh.

Let others not see her demeanor.

Make it impossible for others to get the slightest bit of pity from her.

It was hard for him to get Su Qinghuan's preference, how could this be enough?
Thinking of Zhong Linger and Liu Haoran who were always treated kindly by Su Qinghuan, Yan Hanzhou was almost mad with jealousy, he wished he could stay with Su Qinghuan in this Tianyuan Secret Realm forever.

A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years.

Perhaps only in this way, Su Qinghuan would put all her attention on herself.

If he leaves the Tianyuan Secret Realm and returns to the thousands of worlds outside, I am afraid that the master is either obsessed with the cultivation of immortal arts, or busy teaching Zhong Linger and Liu Haoran, two mediocre personal disciples.

Then...how can it be!

Thinking of that possibility, Yan Hanzhou almost wished that Zhong Linger and Liu Haoran could disappear from this world immediately.

……

However, Su Qinghuan didn't know that Yan Hanzhou, who in her eyes was only acting like a baby and had a childish temper, had such a sickly thought in her heart.

With a slightly warm expression on her face, she stretched out her hand and handed half of the fantasy flower spirit fruit to Yan Hanzhou's lips.

"Here, don't be self-willed, Hanzhou, let's share the spirit fruit first."

"it is good."

Yan Hanzhou nodded, seeing the scallion-white hand close to his lips, Yan Hanzhou stared at the fingertips of the white-clothed fairy, which was whiter than jade, and quickly lowered his head, biting the red fantasy flower and spirit fruit.

And Su Qinghuan was about to withdraw his hand, but he didn't expect that Yan Hanzhou's tongue touched his finger without noticing it for a while.

And the young man didn't seem to notice it, just a moment later, the young man had already raised his head, because the corners of his lips were stained with the crimson juice of the illusory flower spirit fruit, he even stuck out the tip of his tongue, sucking the corners of his lips with some insatiable desire. Spiritual juice.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes were already extremely delicate, but at this moment, the movement of licking his lips was a little bewitching and confusing for no reason.

"..."

Seeing this scene, for a moment, Su Qinghuan even felt that Yan Hanzhou did it on purpose.

And the tactility of Yan Hanzhou's fingertips left over from his fingertips was also multiplied.

……

It should be...it should be my own overthinking, right?

I am over 200 years old, and Yan Hanzhou looks down on Ye Bingqing, the Ming Jianzong who is in his early thirties and has a beautiful country.

How could you deliberately seduce yourself?
What's more, Yan Hanzhou is only 17 years old!

At the age of being possessed, it is enough to be Yan Hanzhou's grandmother!

Why bother to look at the old cow for a tender grass that is so good?
……

Su Qinghuan withdrew his hands hesitantly, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his heart, in order to cover up the weird feeling in his heart, Su Qinghuan coughed lowly.

"Then the teacher will enjoy the rest of the spiritual fruit."

As Su Qinghuan said, she opened her lips and bit the spiritual fruit.

Seeing this scene, Yan Hanzhou couldn't help feeling a little regretful. It is rumored that those who touch the illusion flower spirit flower spirit fruit can dream about the past and the future, but it is clear that Su Qinghuan's appearance did not trigger the illusion at all.

It might only be useful if you encounter the spirit flowers and fruits that are still on the branches and have not yet withered, but Yan Hanzhou is not going to take Su Qinghuan to the depths of the cave to experience that kind of wonder.

Because... Yan Hanzhou was afraid that what Su Qinghuan saw would be the same as himself, and then he avoided himself like a snake.

But even if Master knows what will happen in the future, he...would never let her go from his side!
……

The young man was holding such a dark and shady mind, but his eyes were extremely clear. He raised his head and swept across Su Qinghuan's cheeks stained with the juice of the phantom fruit with a smile.

Seeing a few wisps of red spiritual juice dyed on the lips of the immortal in white, Yan Hanzhou swallowed, wishing to taste it with his own lips.

——It's a pity that it's not the time to do that.

Yan Hanzhou thought so in his heart, but his face was extremely respectful.

"Master, your cheeks are dirty, let me wipe them off for you."

Dirty?
Su Qinghuan frowned, and was about to say that Yan Hanzhou didn't need to regard himself as a servant serving the master, but who knew that the young man had already taken the initiative to come over.

Yan Hanzhou was born extremely tall, but before he half-kneeled in front of Su Qinghuan, he looked harmless to humans and animals.

As soon as Su Qinghuan's eyes dimmed, she saw Yan Hanzhou lower her head, and that handsome cheek was magnified exponentially in front of her eyes.

The young man smiled gently, and wiped her chin very carefully.

The boy's hand seemed to have a faint electric shock, and Su Qinghuan only felt uncomfortable.

"All right."

Hearing Yan Hanzhou's voice, Su Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that at the moment Yan Hanzhou withdrew his hand, Su Qinghuan suddenly felt his limbs and bones heating up uncontrollably.

What... what's going on?

Why do you feel so uncomfortable all over?
(End of this chapter)