Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

"Who are you."

Ning Xiyuan bent down, and gently inserted the Sword of God-Slaying into the ground. The almost morbid smile on his face was completely gone.

The man looked up, expressionless as always, with the coldness in his eyes undiminished.

Like ice that will never melt.

Faced with inexplicable questioning, his voice remained cold.

"Pei Xuan."

Two words, crisp and clear.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She chuckled with an ambiguous tone.

The pain in my body became numb, but fatigue swept over me, almost swallowing me up.

Ning Xiyuan walked down the stairs slowly, and the screams around him continued for a long time.

When I was going down the stairs, someone grabbed my hand.

The heat is transferred slowly, spreading to the limbs through the places where the skin touches.

Ning Xiyuan glanced sideways, her face as white as jade.

It’s Yan Qi’an.

The young man held her hand, and the demonic energy transformed into spiritual energy, which permeated her body and eliminated the fatigue and pain like a drop in the bucket.

They looked at each other speechlessly.

She let the boy hold her hand, walked through the crowd, and disappeared into the school grounds.

After Ning Xiyuan left, Pei Xuan stood up.

He looked in the direction where the two men disappeared, and soon walked down from the ring.

So the people of Futu Sect left in an orderly manner under Pei Xuan's organization.

The competition of the Four Directions Meeting has finally come to an end.

As for other sects...

Today's experience really shocked them, and they couldn't wait to discuss it with their companions.

Just as the conversation got more and more heated, everyone received a notification.

After serious discussion among the sect's top leaders, it was decided that all disciples' film reviews would be changed from 800 words to 2,000 words.

Disciples: "..."

Are they some kind of mean people?

After everything was settled, Sect Leader Yuehua walked quickly up to Qu Zhen.

"Have you forgotten what you promised last night?"

The middle-aged man's voice was calm, but beneath the calm was a surge of anger.

Qu Zhen: “…”

She looked up at the man.

her father.

It seems like I can never figure out whether it is love or something else.

The conflict she felt was even more obvious at this moment.

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Leaving the crowded training ground, Yan Qianan picked up the girl by the waist, made a few hand gestures, and the two disappeared on the spot.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in Wutong Palace.

The hall is shaded by flowers and plants, lush and verdant, exuding endless vitality and vigor.

The transition from spring to summer is the season when all things strive to grow.

Ning Xiyuan couldn't bear to see this vibrant scene at all.

So she buried her head in Yan Qian'an's arms.

"Pull out all these flowers, plants and trees."

The girl's voice was listless and full of displeasure.

As he opened his mouth to speak, he spat out a mouthful of blood into Yan Qian'an's arms.

The blood-stained white clothes were particularly obvious.

Yan Qi'an: "......"

He didn't speak.

The girl in his arms had disordered breathing and her spiritual energy was out of control. It was obvious that the situation was serious, but she was still talking about these irrelevant topics.

The smell of blood repeatedly teased Ning Xiyuan's nerves. She jumped out of Yan Qian'an's arms, turned into the bathroom, and rinsed her mouth frantically.

Wait until the disgusting smell is almost gone, then slowly walk into the hot spring.

The heat is rising, and in the warmth, I feel more tired than ever before.

She immersed herself completely in the water and closed her eyes gently.

The boredom and resentment took a long time to subside.

Sleeping may be the best solution.

Just... there are a few more things...

When footsteps sounded behind the screen, Ning Xiyuan said, "I want to be alone."

The girl's voice was hoarse, and she did not hide her fatigue at all.

Then, the clean room fell into silence.

The only sound was her shallow breathing.

Her consciousness was groggy, but she still remembered the important things at the moment.

"Who do you belong to?"

In her sea of ​​consciousness, she asked the system.

[...Dear, the system is an independent entity]

"...Ha ha."

Ning Xiyuan chuckled and said nothing more.

She doesn't believe in coincidences.

In order to completely disappear, she divided her soul into tens of millions of parts and scattered them in every corner of the Three Thousand Worlds.

As long as her spirit and soul die completely, she will completely dissipate.

Can...

Ning Xiyuan.

The young master of this world is actually a wisp of her soul.

Now, without her noticing, her mind and soul have merged, and her soul is dissipating more slowly.

In this world...

How can there be such a coincidence?

system:......

There's something creepy about it.

The host's ambiguous laughter gave it the illusion that it was being seen through.

But this matter...

The system had to seek help from higher authorities.

The soul it was bound to seemed far from being as simple as it thought!

It itself was also surprised by what happened today!

It has never happened before...!

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Her body was nourished by the hot spring, and in a trance, it seemed as if someone had fed her medicine.

But cold.

Still very cold.

The lingering chill spread from the heart to the limbs, to every fingertip.

She killed someone.

Kill this body's mother.

What a similar picture.

The two faces gradually overlapped and became indistinguishable from each other.

When everything in sight was pitch black, with only a small window high up emitting light, Ning Xiyuan clearly realized that he had fallen into a nightmare again.

This memory, which had clearly been sealed away in the long river of time, was constantly dug out after she entered this world, and it disgusted her over and over again.

Ning Xiyuan stood up in the darkness.

It's still snowing outside the window.

Very big snowflakes.

This is a dark room.

Except for a little light coming from the window, it was dark everywhere.

She used to be afraid of this endless darkness and loneliness.

later...

She was used to the darkness.

Raising her hands, her pink sleeves folded at her elbows, revealing her thin arms.

There are scars all over the place, of varying depths and sizes.

What a disgusting color.

Ning Xiyuan's fingers gently touched the scar on his arm and he sneered for a while.

A woman's voice came from outside the dark room.

Gentle as water.

"Xixi, would you like to go out and build a snowman today?"

"Xixi, if you listen to my instructions, I won't punish you."

She seems to be a really competent mother.

Ning Xiyuan played with the dagger in his hand.

She discovered a long time ago that the way to break the nightmare is very simple.

Died in a nightmare.

The woman's voice was getting closer. Ning Xiyuan looked up to see the snow outside the window.

The snowflakes falling on her body will corrode her body.

She felt no pain.

But afraid of the cold.

"Xixi, eat the cakes made by your mother and build a snowman with her."

"Can we just write off the trouble Xixi got into last time?"

The door of the darkroom was opened, and except for the small window, other light poured into the darkroom.

The woman stood against the light.

Ning Xiyuan couldn't see her face clearly.

What came to my mind was the relief and smile of the woman before her death.

Tsk.

Why.

She clenched the dagger in her hand and slowly walked towards the woman.

Why can they be relieved by death? Who will repay the pain that has been inflicted on her?

"Xixi."

The woman was very beautiful, with deep blue eyes that were tender and bright yet gentle.

Ning Xiyuan lowered his eyes, anger and hatred surging in his eyes: "I am not."

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Good night, babies＼（０_o）／