Chapter 713

Being pressed by the man on the soft couch made of deep-sea mackerel gauze, Su Qinghuan's eyelids jumped rapidly.

She regretted why she had to break the casserole, but when she thought of what Jun Jiuyou had previously admitted and saw the man's gloomy and violent eyes, she didn't feel frightened at the moment, but had a faint sense of compassion.

The white clothes fairy Zun's eyelashes shook for a while, and then tried his best to look back at the Yin Li Sen cold eyes of Jun Jiuyou.

"Not sympathy..."

"What's that?"

Jun Jiuyou frowned, only feeling very uncomfortable with Su Qinghuan's eyes.

He never wanted to be a weak man. Even when he was the weakest, the boy waited for the opportunity, just like a young wolf ready to go. As long as he found the right time, he would bite the enemy's throat at any time.

At first, those people were either contemptuous or disdainful of him, or mixed with disgusting fear. Later, those people were only crawling and trembling in front of him.

No one has ever had compassion for him.

Not to mention, I looked at him with such pity eyes.

Even at the beginning, when he was just a baby in swaddling clothes, even the mother who gave birth to him himself hated him to the bone and thought that Jun Jiuyou was just a monster that should not survive in the world.

Unexpectedly, the so-called kindness he felt at the moment came from his age when he didn't need it for a long time.

If he had met Su Qinghuan when he was young, like his remnant soul Yan Hanzhou, he might have been in awe of the immortal in white in front of him.

But he has almost stood on the peak of the canglan continent. There is nothing that can make Jun Jiuyou feel worthy of his humble admiration.

Even if Su Qinghuan is the moon in the sky, what he wants is to directly pick it, grab it and possess it.

This is the difference between him and Yan Hanzhou.

The remnant soul also humbly tried to influence Su Qinghuan and let the female nun in white slowly fall in love with herself.

But he is a complete activist.

Since you want it, you just have it.

……

Su Qinghuan saw Jun Jiuyou's eyes looking deeply at herself. She coughed.

"Not sympathy, but... Admiration."

The woman's voice did not slow down deliberately, but there was a taste of compassion.

But when she said this, Su Qinghuan was completely sincere.

The eyes of the immortal in white looked back at Jun Jiuyou, as if looking at an injured teenager.

"If I had been cut off so cruelly at your age, I'm afraid I might not be able to live to this day, and it's even harder to reach your height today."

“……”

Jun Jiuyou is even more uncomfortable with Su Qinghuan's pity eyes.

The man was so angry that he suddenly grabbed Su Qinghuan's hands and pressed her on the wall paved with jewelry and jade.

"Do you think you can move me by saying that? Or do you think I will let you go?"

The painful past that happened to him was not really caused by Su Qinghuan.

However, at the thought that Yan Hanzhou was also the son of a demon hated by the world, he could live smoothly until now, and even Su Qinghuan stood in front of the young man to protect him.

Jun Jiuyou is jealous.

He pinched Su Qinghuan's palm very hard.

It happened that Su Qinghuan's skin was thin and tender.

Soon, a circle of red marks appeared on Su Qinghuan's wrist.

The immortal in white frowned slightly.

In the face of Jun Jiuyou's irritability and rage, she only felt that Jun Jiuyou's essence was just a child who lacked love and grew up sick. She used her anger to vent her pain.

Thinking of this, Su Qinghuan looked a little soft. Instead of trying to resist each other as before, he just opened his lips slowly.

"Jun Jiuyou, you pinch me. I know you won't let me go. I have no place to escape. Can you loosen my hand first?"

Su Qinghuan's expression still had a trace of pity, perhaps because that wisp of tenderness not only opened the coldness between women's eyebrows and eyes, but even like the melting ice in early spring, it was so clear that people couldn't move their eyes.

“……”

Jun Jiuyou has never seen such a bold woman as Su Qinghuan.

In the past, he also met many beautiful women. When he passed by, he was either too afraid to restrain himself, or too bold to flatter himself.

No one has eyes as clear as those in front of him.

For a moment, Jun Jiuyou even suspected that Su Qinghuan was not afraid of himself.

Especially... She didn't say anything as alienated as before, but called his name directly, even if it was his full name, but it was a little closer than before.

……

Jun Jiuyou's cruel heart was miraculously comforted.

The man took a deep breath and somehow dared not look into Su Qinghuan's eyes. He attributed this trace of disorder to Yan Hanzhou.

——If it wasn't for his remnant soul that affected the mind of his noumenon, how could he shake his mind for a little Yuanying immortal?

The man suddenly released his hand on Su Qinghuan's wrist, but it seemed that it was a little too easy to let Su Qinghuan go, so the man held the woman's waist in a vicious voice.

"You are a bit self-conscious. If you run, Ben Jun will break your legs."

“……”

Su Qinghuan was very speechless, especially when Jun Jiuyou's hand on her waist was tightening.

Sometimes, she feels that Jun Jiuyou is a little like Yan Hanzhou, her little apprentice. One of them may be cloudy and sunny, but sometimes she looks like a childish ghost, or a child in the big class of kindergarten who frightens people.

……

People under the eaves have to bow their heads.

It's better to follow each other's wishes than to go against them. She won't ask for trouble and give herself a lot of pain.

So Su Qinghuan nodded obediently.

"OK, I won't run."

"You said it yourself."

The man glanced coldly at Su Qinghuan's face and obviously didn't believe what Su Qinghuan said was true.

If so, I'm afraid Su Qinghuan won't run away with her little apprentice that day outside the secret territory of Tianyuan.

Jun Jiuyou's eyes crossed Su Qinghuan's red palm because he had just pinched it, and he was stunned.

Although Su Qinghuan just shouted pain, the man didn't expect that Su Qinghuan's wrist was so miserable.

He didn't feel that he had used much strength, but the woman's white wrist had been covered with an eye-catching red mark, which looked not only very conspicuous.

It was like being bullied by someone, and there was some unspeakable pity.

The man couldn't help hesitating for a moment.

He just... Is he really that hard?