Chapter 690

Unexpectedly, the teenager suddenly grabbed her arm and pressed her thin lip directly——

"Han Zhou, what are you doing --"

Su Qinghuan's pupils widened in shock, because Yan Hanzhou looked weak at the moment. She didn't have any sense of preparedness for her little apprentice.

"You must be a teacher!"

Su Qinghuan almost wanted to push away each other without thinking.

As a result, Yan Hanzhou, relying on him, was now the respect of Yuanying, but refused to loose. Instead, he quickly cut Su Qinghuan's arm and pressed the white fairy respect on this countryside!

……

In an instant, their bodies changed.

Yan Hanzhou looked at Su Qinghuan crazily. His face was sad. His handsome facial features were almost pale at the moment. The whole person was like a fragile white jade statue, which could be broken at any time.

It looks particularly distressing.

"Master... Is Han Zhou dying?"

"If Han Zhou died, would the master be distressed?"

"What are you talking about!"

Although the moment of psychic disorder will be a little painful and very uncomfortable, how can you directly mention the word death!

Su Qinghuan was trying to scold Yan Hanzhou, but he saw that the young man's delicate face was very fragile, as if he couldn't listen to anything.

Seeing the boy's sad look, Su Qinghuan felt a palpitation inexplicably. She couldn't say her scolding words. Instead, she was still struggling with how to comfort Yan Hanzhou.

The result didn't wait for Su Qinghuan to speak, so the evil disciple directly hugged her waist, pressed down the young man's thin lips, and forced himself to grab the lips of the immortal in white.

"Master... Forgive me, master Xinyue... Even if I die today, I only have this last wish in my heart, that is to kiss the master, okay?"

The boy's voice was sad. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes had broken prayers. Looking at the boy's painful eyelashes, Su Qinghuan was also shocked.

The white clothes immortal Zun's originally resisted hand also unconsciously loosened a little.

Yan Hanzhou looked happy, and it was almost impossible to hide his intention of occupation.

He traced the outline of the white Fairy Statue with his lips again and again. His face was pale and fragile, but when he kissed it, he was strong and warm.

Wanton.

I wish I could swallow all the air in the mouth of the white immortal.

The young man's eyes never left Su Qinghuan's face for a moment. The hand pinched at Su Qinghuan's waist was extremely overbearing, as if he wanted to integrate Su Qinghuan into his blood.

……

Between the four eyes, the handsome and unmarried face of the young man was close in front of him, and Yan Hanzhou's strong masculine breath was all over his nose.

Even if Su Qinghuan hesitated and couldn't bear it at the beginning, he couldn't stop struggling when he saw Yan Hanzhou's wanton behavior.

"Yan Hanzhou! Do you know what you're doing?"

"I am your master 1"

Even if Yan Hanzhou has just returned from the robbery and is ill, there is no need to take her as an antidote, okay?!

What's more, he is a glass without scale body, and Yan Hanzhou is a fire to Yang body.

When the two people approached, there was an invisible attraction. If Yan Hanzhou stuck them like this, Su Qinghuan just felt like a piece of ice, which was about to be melted by fire!

……

Yan Hanzhou's eyes deepened unconsciously when he saw the beautiful eyebrows frowned by the immortal in white because of his anger.

——His master, even when he was born, was so beautiful.

But the more angry the master was, Yan Hanzhou felt that he was more frightened at the moment.

Because he likes to see the master become happy, angry, sad and happy for himself, rather than being a white fairy who preaches and teaches.

That kind of her... It's too cold, as if she doesn't have any popularity, let alone any emotion belonging to people.

If she was the bright moon in the sky, he would not hesitate to pick the moon from the sky and let himself treasure it alone.

……

Even Yan Hanzhou thought about the scene in the dreamland.

If one day, like in that dreamland, he will bind the master in a red gold cage and practice spiritual practice with the master every hour and every day.

The master at that time must have been more angry, right?

Will Fei Li's lips be more flexible and sweet than before?

……

Thinking of those scenes, Yan Hanzhou unconsciously pinched the palm of his hand and tried his best to restrain himself before releasing Su Qinghuan, but his eyes were still slightly dark.

"Master... It's the disciple who overstepped... Sorry..."

"But when I saw the master in front of me, I really... Couldn't help it."

Yan Hanzhou looked at Su Qinghuan sincerely, his eyes full of repentance and guilt.

But Su Qinghuan knew very well that Yan Hanzhou was very satisfied at the moment. He didn't know how to write the word shame at all!

If he knew what shame was, how could he dare to make trouble?!

"Asshole!"

"After you were promoted to Yuanying, you began to look down on others. You don't have me as a teacher!"

Su Qinghuan glared at Yan Hanzhou fiercely.

As soon as her voice fell, a white whip appeared in her hand.

"Master! If you really feel humiliated like that, then you whip the cold boat. The cold boat is determined not to dodge."

The boy looked sadly at Su Qinghuan.

He knelt half on one knee in front of Su Qinghuan, and his posture was very sincere.

But that attitude undoubtedly told Su Qinghuan that I knew I was wrong, but I would never repent.

……

Thinking of Yan Hanzhou's own whip mark in front of him, Su Qinghuan took back the whip he had just waved in an instant.

——If Yan Hanzhou gets a new wound and leaves a certificate, I'm scared to think about it.

The immortal in white looked down at the young man with an angry look.

"Yan Hanzhou, do you really think I don't want to beat you?"

"I dare not."

Yan Hanzhou bowed his head respectfully.

In order to act realistically, the boy even poured his spiritual power again in an instant, and even spit out a mouthful of blood from the corners of his lips.

He is gambling, and the master will be soft hearted.

The heart... Is greedy.

Yan Hanzhou didn't care whether the young man had a deep mind or many means.

What he cared about was that he hoped that the white immortal in front of him could linger on for a longer time.

……

Seeing the blood on the young man's lips, Su Qinghuan's pupils stared slightly. Subconsciously, she wanted to comb the spiritual pulse for Yan Hanzhou.

However, thinking of Yan Hanzhou's previous actions, he felt that Yan Hanzhou deserved it.

"You..."

For a moment, neither advance nor retreat. Su Qinghuan really had no way to take Yan Hanzhou.

There is no such cunning disciple!

The system 233 smiled and watched a good play reminder.

"Oh, people don't hesitate to hurt themselves to win your sympathy, host. I think you can't fight your little apprentice. Although they are seventeen, they are much higher than you in love!"

"... get out!"

At the moment, Yan Hanzhou is reminded by system 233 that he is making a show, and Su Qinghuan is even more angry and angry!

He was deceived by a 17-year-old boy, and even worried that he almost wanted to settle accounts with the demon king Jiuyou. It's ridiculous.

Her eyes examined the boy coldly.

"Yan Hanzhou, do you really think I can't see it as a teacher? You demon practitioners are really cunning."

"I'm also Yuanying's body now. I'm afraid I don't deserve to be your master. You might as well leave my door and ask for advice!"

People all over the world say that if we stop, we will be disturbed by it. Since Yan Hanzhou is not that person.

It's better to completely abandon the feelings of teachers and disciples and go their separate ways than to tie each other down!