Chapter Seventy-One: The Love of an Old Man

It seems that the sky is also saddened by the untimely death of this young man, the storm roared, the heavy raindrops washed over the eyeballs, so that people could not open their eyes at all, the fire on the flower boat was gradually extinguished by the torrential rain, but the whole hull has been burned, and the hull is about to disintegrate. Chu Jinghuan searched the hull of the ship, the escape boat was gone, these killers were really unkind, and they actually took advantage of the demon slayer when they were sad and nostalgic, and fled quickly.

"Brother Huan, what should we do, will we be drowned?" It's really a bad year, just escaped a man-made disaster and encountered a natural disaster, isn't it that the sky is dead, my heart is not dead?

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Looking at Chu Jinghuan's firm eyes, the demon slayer was inexplicably relieved, yes, as long as he could be with him, it didn't matter if he lived or died.

"Hungry, aren't you?"

Chu Jinghuan carefully took out an oil bag from his arms, and the demon slayer opened it, and it was a crystal cherry that had been flattened, and it was still with his body temperature, the eyes of the demon slayer were sour, and he ate one with tears in his eyes, hmm~ It's not too fresh, have you bought it back for a few days? Did they miss it that night to buy her snacks?

"You eat some too."

Listening to his hoarse voice and looking at his dry lips, it was expected that he must have not rested and eaten for many days in order to pursue himself, and the demon slayer did not wait for Chu Jinghuan to react, and forcibly stuffed the remaining crystal cherries into Chu Jinghuan's mouth, forcing him to sit down and exercise his breathing.

Chu Jinghuan was indeed tired, more tired, how anxious he was, how much he regretted it, he was anxious about the whereabouts of the little girl, he regretted quarreling with her.

Since they quarreled because of Jiang Yehan, they didn't say anything all the way, thinking of the demon slayer pouting, staring at his eyes, and puffing out his anger, Chu Jinghuan felt more and more that such a cute little girl, he was willing to make her angry, almost thirty years old, why was she so uncontrollable, she was jealous, if the little girl really liked Jiang Yehan, how could she coax her so easily, thinking about it like this, she was indeed stingy, and she wanted to apologize to her when she arrived at the inn, who knew that the little girl actually entered the room by herself, As soon as he closed the door, Chu Jinghuan who followed behind him didn't check, he hit the door, he covered his nose, endured the pain and didn't shout, he really didn't want to be ridiculed by the little girl for his appearance, it was really detrimental to his image.

Chu Jinghuan silently returned to the next room, Wei Hu had been waiting for a long time.

"Wei Hu, a little girl is angry, how can I make her happy?"

"Sect Master, you're really asking the right question." Hearing this, Chu Jinghuan was overjoyed, and waited for him to continue, Wei Hu scratched his head, and continued embarrassedly: "My subordinates have followed the sect leader since I was a child, and except for the aunt in the kitchen, my subordinates have never spoken to any girl. “

"Then you dare to say that the sect leader asked the right person, looking for death." Chu Jinghuan couldn't stand the gap in his heart, and while hitting him with the hilt of his sword, he said: "From today onwards, the Xuanwu Sect will begin to recruit female disciples, and you will be responsible for this matter." “

Wei Hu didn't dare to fight back, so he had to jump and dodge, and seeing Chu Jinghuan give an order, he hurriedly jumped out of the window, but after a while, he showed his head again, and added.

"The sect leader is talking about Tu Girl?"

"Who else is she not? How could this sect master ever have anyone else! Chu Jinghuan looked threatening, daring to slander his reputation, if the little girl knew, she would die!

Wei Hu hurriedly covered his mouth, and the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down instantly, the old man talked about love, it was really serious and terrible, isn't it shameful to have no woman, when has it become something to be proud of?