The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 718

Su Qinghuan's heart was suddenly lifted when he heard that extremely young but heart-piercing howl.

——Even though she had only seen Jun Jiuyou as a baby in the illusion before, Su Qinghuan was sure that this was definitely Jun Jiuyou's voice!

And it sounds like he was still a teenager!

……

It's just that the boy's voice was too shrill, intertwined and broken in the wind, making Su Qinghuan couldn't help but tremble with fear.

What exactly did Jun Jiuyou go through in the past? !

Shouldn't he be the blood of the royal family of the Demon Realm?

How could life be so down and out? !

Even abandoned by his own mother? !

……

Su Qinghuan's heart suddenly turned into boiling porridge.

But she didn't bother to think about whether this was a trap, because the young man's blood-screaming roar hit people's hearts so directly, Su Qinghuan took steps subconsciously, and stumbled towards the place she thought was right.

Sure enough, the white mist that obstructed the line of sight dissipated soon.

Under the dark moon and the high wind, in a poplar grove, a fat man in a sackcloth Taoist robe, a fat man who built a foundation, laughed ferociously.

"Half-human, half-demon monster! Go to hell!"

"However, your horns belonging to the royal family of the demon world are still useful, so I will let Xiaodao show off in the future. I have also killed all of you warriors of the royal family of the demon world!"

"Do not--"

The young man was simply a mortal who hadn't passed the barrier of introducing energy into the body. How could he have imagined that this fat man in Taoist robes would be so terrifying. He just chanted some spells at random, and he was actually tripped by a tree branch!

Seeing the spirit sword of the fat man who established the foundation swing towards the horns of his head, the boy suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The bright blood sprayed wantonly.

The boy's already gorgeous and bewitching face was also dyed completely red at this moment.

He was in so much pain that he curled up in pain, but the young man's hand used up the last of his strength with great precision, and stabbed the short knife he used for self-defense into the fat monk's heart!
"How is it possible! Little evil! How dare you kill me!"

The extremely fat male monk obviously didn't expect how a mortal who didn't draw his breath into his body could kill him!
Because he never thought that he would die in the opponent's hands!

……

Su Qinghuan was also shocked when she saw this scene!

She didn't expect to see Jun Jiuyou holding up the butcher's knife again.

However, the boy did these things...but it was still for self-protection!
The moment Su Qinghuan saw the fat man cutting off the horns on the boy's head, he wanted to stop him.

However, an incomparable resistance stopped her movement, she was angry, she roared, the male monk who established the foundation present, and the young Jun Jiuyou couldn't hear her voice at all, let alone saw her This person is gone.

In reality, Su Qinghuan has only seen Jun Jiuyou, who is as tall as a god and possesses intimidating force. She never thought that Jun Jiuyou was also a skinny or even slightly weak boy in the beginning.

Although he had red hair and blood pupils, it was unbelievable that the thin figure in front of him seemed to overlap Yan Hanzhou.

……

At this moment, Su Qinghuan truly believed what System 233 said, that Yan Hanzhou and Jun Jiuyou were the same person.

Even the eyes... are so similar.

……

Such a cruel scene immediately made Su Qinghuan's eyes blurred by a burst of mist.

She clenched her hands tightly, feeling resentful and furious, but she could only turn into helplessness.

Because she is just an outsider, nothing can stop her.

And the fat man stared at Jun Jiuyou whose two horns had been cut off, apparently never thought that one day he would die at the hands of a weak person whom he could not look down on at all.

Seeing the fat man trying to kill Jun Jiuyou with a trick, Su Qinghuan's pupils widened and her heart was full of anxiety.

At this moment, the young man who has been in the crisis of life and death for many years, at a moment of life and death, used a speed faster than Su Qinghuan imagined to make up for the fat monk!

The fat man's eyes soon turned pale, he vomited blood, and then his limbs became stiff, and he finally stopped moving.

……

I saw that the boy was lucky enough to save his life.

Su Qinghuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for him.

And the young man was obviously in extreme pain at this moment. The young man who had always been patient, now shed two lines of blood and tears because the horns on his head were cut off.

He stumbled and picked up his severed horn, even though it was the source of his misfortune, it was still a part of his body.

The young man with no blood on his face tried his best to stand up. He already had a strong sense of self-preservation. At the moment of escaping, he even took away the package of the foundation-building monk.

It was getting darker and darker, and the blood hole on the boy's head that had been cut off because of the horns was still bleeding drop by drop. Seeing this scene, Su Qinghuan's pupils were sore.

……

She said before that if she were Jun Jiuyou, she might never live to grow up.

However, when she really felt the past that Jun Jiuyou had experienced, Su Qinghuan realized that the admiration she spoke of was so fragile and small that it was not worth mentioning.

Because even she, a bystander, felt that that kind of hatred could not make people commit suicide on the spot, so how could the teenager who was involved feel uncomfortable? !

Su Qinghuan bit the corner of her lip and subconsciously chased after her.

But the sky was getting darker and darker, and the surrounding area was already quite cold, and even a little bit of icy rain began to fall.

As a mortal in his youth, Jun Jiuyou suffered from the pain of a broken horn, how should he survive?
Su Qinghuan just looked at the young man who was scraped by the bushes all the way, but there was a boy who stood up and ran away stubbornly. She felt a piercing pain coming from the depths of her limbs and bones.

It's late at night, I'm afraid there may be beasts in the depths of this dense forest!

……

Even though she knew that Jun Jiuyou survived, and even later became a demon king, Su Qinghuan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for the young man.

Su Qinghuan chased after Jun Jiuyou, but the young man couldn't see her at all, he just kept running and running.

Fortunately, he didn't deserve to die, and he came across a cave!
The hole was extremely deep, and there didn't seem to be any traces of ferocious beasts entering the cave.

……

Su Qinghuan, as the fox clan of Qingqiu, is the most sensitive to whether this kind of beast has passed by. Seeing that Jun Jiuyou found such a hiding place, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for the boy.

And at this moment, the young man seemed to be exhausted, and his horns had been cut off by the fat man who built the foundation, and finally passed out from the unbearable pain.

"Jun Jiuyou, wake up!"

Seeing the boy's face flushed from the cold, Su Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat. Even if she couldn't meet Jun Jiuyou, she knew that this boy might have a fever!
Just when Su Qinghuan was in a hurry, her hands suddenly touched the boy's arm!
"!!!"

What's going on, isn't this an illusion?
Why was she suddenly able to touch Jun Jiuyou's body? !
……

Regardless of the reason for this brief contact at this moment.

There was a tinge of rejoicing in Su Qinghuan's heart.

But when her hand touched the boy's hot forehead, the trace of happiness in Su Qinghuan's heart fell to the bottom.

She pinched the magic formula, but found that she couldn't summon any spiritual energy. It can be seen that even if she met the young man, she still couldn't use spells at this moment.

Su Qinghuan's heart was suddenly extremely anxious, and the young man seemed to be in extreme pain, his thin figure flinched in Su Qinghuan's embrace.

"Cold, so cold..."

As the words fell, a tear from the young man spread to the palm of the woman.

(End of this chapter)