The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 1070 The Demon Who Admits the Mistakes of the Benefactor (64)

  Because of being so clearly rejected by his sweetheart, and today is the introductory apprenticeship meeting of Wen Yuezong, in front of these dozens of future juniors and juniors, Shen Qishuang only feels that he has never been so embarrassed in his life.

  The woman’s eyes were red, with crystal tears in her eye sockets, she was eager to fall, she looked like the pear blossoms, very pitiful.

Even though everyone present knows that Ye Feihan has never given Shen Qishuang any expectations, let alone the kind of behavior that hangs her, but at this moment, watching the beauty weep, many people still secretly sigh, Ye Feihan is also too unavoidable. Taro's heart became firmer.

  Such a big beauty, who is watching and who is not confused?

However, seeing the little red fox next to the white sword self-cultivation, I can't help but start to admire Ye Feihan's Yanfulai. Even if Shen Qishuang really breaks with Xuanjianfeng in the future, there will be a rookie Su Qinghuan who will continue to accompany him. Around the night is not cold.

  Even if the cultivator knew that cultivation is important, but Su Qinghuan said that she wanted to cultivate Hongchen Swordsmanship, in fact, not many people really cared that much.

  Because in their opinion, not to mention ordinary women, even men, few can bear the pains of cultivating Hongchen swordsmanship all the year round.

  After all, it is very difficult for ordinary people to aspire to Yuan Ying in this life, even if it arrives, I am afraid that hundreds or even thousands of years have passed in a hurry.

  To be a monk or nun for hundreds of thousands of years, and to retain one's Yuanyang and Yuanyin body is actually a great test for ordinary people.

  It’s no wonder that even if so many people chose Hongchen Swordsmanship, they simply gave up learning the highest mentality in the middle, and would rather choose a Taoist buddy to spend these centuries of long loneliness.

  ……

  When seeing those people who are generally gossiping on him, or sympathizing or watching a good show, Shen Qishuang's heart is like a knife.

Her face was pale, two lines of tears rolled down, no longer caring that she, as the miraculous peak master's lover and first disciple, should have stayed in this hall and continued to recruit students for her peak, but Instead, he just wanted to escape.

  It’s a pity that she didn’t even go out yet because she looked down and didn’t look at the road, and she ran into a man’s arm.

  It’s all about this time, and some people deliberately stand in the way and taunt themselves!

  Shen Qishuang was already aggrieved. Thinking of this, her tears fell more fiercely, and she raised her head angrily without even thinking about it.

"roll--"

  Good dogs don’t get in the way!

  Shen Qishuang originally wanted to push the opponent directly, but she did not expect that she would bump into Murong Lingtian.

  She had come late before, and she didn’t know Murong Lingtian at the moment, and naturally she couldn’t know how many peak masters even asked the head of Yuezong to fight over and secretly with this terrifying talent.

  But Shen Qishuang is indeed a face control. When she saw the fascinating face of the young man, her tears also subconsciously stopped.

  ……

Before, Shen Qishuang’s true heart was all tied to Ye Feihan, plus he knew that Xuanjianfeng was about to accept his disciples, and he had to let Ye Feihan, the first disciple, take it personally. Where can Shen Qishuang pay attention? Next to the character.

  So, she didn't look at the young man who was held by Su Xier before.

  ……

   Now as soon as he raised his head and saw the terrifying demeanor of the other party, even if it was compared with the brother Ye that she was thinking about, this young disciple would not be inferior in the slightest.

I saw the man’s long eyebrows into his temples, his hair was like crow feathers, which brought out the extraordinary whiteness of his skin, but he didn’t look feminine at all. Even in terms of temperament, Murong Lingtian’s eyes were as deep as the sea, which was even more intriguing. The feeling of exploring.

  After all, Murong Lingtian had experienced the massacre of his family, even when he was laughing, it made people feel that there was an inexplicable cold and melancholy.

  This contradictory and blurred temperament has always attracted little girls the most.

  Even though Shen Qishuang is now a golden core sister who is over a hundred years old, in essence, she has been raised very well under the pampering of her father, Qingxu, and her temperament is not much different from that of a little girl.

  ……

   So, Shen Qishuang, who was originally very arrogant and domineering, wiped away tears rare at this moment, and bowed his head to apologize to Murong Lingtian with embarrassment.

   "Hug...sorry."

  For the other person's so handsome and young, it really doesn't seem to be a deliberate step in the way.

   "It's okay."

  Murong Lingtian faintly nodded to the female cultivator in the blue and white robes, without saying much.

  Except for having eaten in Ye Feihan, Shen Qishuang has never received the slightest coldness from any young man. Yes, even if it is a plain treatment, he has never had it.

  Shen Qishuang had an uncomfortable feeling in her heart, but she didn't want to confess. She glanced at Su Xi'er, who was very crisis-conscious, and quickly held Murong Lingtian's hand tighter.

   Vaguely, Shen Qishuang felt that Su Xier was somewhat similar to Su Qinghuan, who had previously disgusted her.

But in terms of appearance, even if Shen Qishuang gave little fox a mouthful of a village girl before, he did not admit that the little fox is good-looking, and Su Xier’s appearance is placed in the world of immortality. NS.

  How could this very handsome young junior brother fall in love with such a woman?

  Shen Qishuang subconsciously passed a trace of doubt in her heart, but now she was still full of pain of being rejected by Ye Feihan in front of everyone, and naturally wouldn't think too much, and quickly ran out of the hall.

  ……

  And Qing Xu, who was standing next to Su Qinghuan, had never seen his spoiled daughter apologize to a kid.

  The middle-aged American uncle was a little sorrowful on the spot.

   "I can't see it, there is still time when Hushuang admits his mistakes."

  The little fox was speechless when he heard these words.

  I dare to love this Qingxu Supreme, what is there to praise about this?

  This is just the most basic question of politeness, right?

  Su Qinghuan felt that this Qingxu Supreme's way of educating his children was very spicy, but he saw that the middle-aged American uncle was still staring at Murong Lingtian thoughtfully.

   And the look in his eyes is not as simple as before, just wanting to accept the other party as a direct disciple.

   To put it a bit more ugly, there is a feeling that the future son-in-law is making comments.

  ……

   Realizing this, the little fox was struck by lightning in his heart.

   "Fogcao, Tong'er, will my idea really be fulfilled?"

   "I originally thought that Shen Qishuang was not good at character, but her father lost money anyway, but he couldn't raise children. Now it seems that the father and daughter are more shameless than the other."

"Even Su Xi'er is not a good thing, but she is still holding Murong Lingtian's hand upright, declaring that the name is in charge. As a result, the Qingxu elder was surprised because of his daughter's surprise, and he was intentional. Did she get off the list to catch her son-in-law?"

  Perhaps realizing the shocked gaze of the little fox, Murong Ling Tian suddenly swept towards Su Qinghuan.

  The eyes of the two immediately collided in the air——

  (End of this chapter)