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

It’s so hard to be my mother’s child.

You have to know how to laugh, feel pain, and be obedient.

So Ning Xiyuan's dagger pierced the woman's chest cleanly and neatly.

These days that she hated were like a thorn in her side. Occasionally, when she remembered some broken fragments, she would feel cold all over and feel extremely nauseous.

When Ning Xiyuan forced a smile, he saw the shock, brokenness and disbelief on the woman's face as he wished.

The irritability and relief in my heart gradually faded away.

That's the right way...

But the murderous intent and hostility spread, almost covering my heart, becoming an indelible cloud.

The nightmare was shattering, and the surrounding darkness turned into stars, which scattered but then reassembled into a new nightmare.

If I don't kill myself, this nightmare will repeat endlessly.

"Xixi, open the door. Mother has prepared a birthday present for you."

"Our Xixi will be eight years old this year."

The nightmare froze in front of a huge door. She was wearing her most beautiful dress and a gentle voice came from behind her.

Happy and joyful.

Ning Xiyuan did not turn around. With a smile on her face, she pushed open the huge wooden door without hesitation.

The sunlight poured generously onto the floor of the room.

The slightly luxurious and thick carpet exudes warmth, faintly reflecting the shadow of the huge crystal chandelier.

"Xixi, come in."

The woman placed her hand on her shoulder, as if with love, but also as an urge.

Ning Xiyuan entered the room.

This not-so-empty room was filled with puppets.

From babies a few months old to eight-year-old girls, some are lifelike while others are crudely made.

Some even lack limbs and facial features.

But now, they all looked at Ning Xiyuan and the woman behind her.

"Auntie."

"Mother."

"mom!"

Uniform smiles, noisy calls.

Weirdly creepy.

"Xixi, do you like it?" A woman's voice came from behind, trembling and shaking, as if she was extremely excited.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She remained silent and walked towards the most exquisite, most wholesome, and sweetest-smiling puppet.

Almost identical face.

Ning Xiyuan raised his hand and stroked the white skin at the corner of the puppet's eyes, then forcibly broke off the puppet's head and turned back amid a crazy scream.

"Xixi! My Xixi!"

The woman collapsed and screamed, her beautiful face distorted, and Ning Xiyuan smiled when she rushed over with a hideous look on her face.

"Mother, she is not."

Ning Xiyuan threw away the head in his hand.

Then she destroyed one puppet after another, a smile blooming on her face, and the pleasure of killing rose bit by bit.

The continuous screams were like a beautiful piece of music, giving rise to an increasingly bright smile on her lips.

"My Xixi! No!"

The woman grabbed Ning Xiyuan's arm with such force that she almost crushed the bones.

But she...

It doesn't hurt.

"Auntie."

Ning Xiyuan stopped, looked up, and called out to the woman, with the same smile on his face as all the puppets just now.

Sweet and naive.

The woman stopped, she looked at Ning Xiyuan's face, reached out to touch him, and her tone softened: "Xixi, stop making trouble."

Ning Xiyuan raised his hand and gently poked the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye with his fingertips.

Her voice was still childish, bad and absurd.

"Auntie."

"Look clearly."

"I'm not her either."

The crisp laughter filled the room, tenderness was broken, and madness grew wildly.

Before the woman went crazy, Ning Xiyuan's dagger had already pierced her heart.

"what."

She is laughing.

The woman went completely crazy, and blue water seeped out of the walls, flooding the entire room.

Then it cracked, broke into pieces, and twisted into pieces.

"hiss..."

When Ning Xiyuan suddenly sat up, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist and took a deep breath.

"do not move."

The tightly closed window blocked out the bright moonlight, and only a few scattered luminous pearls were left in the hall, emitting faint light.

in a dim environment.

The boy's voice seemed to have a little more tenderness and affection.

Ning Xiyuan supported herself on the bed with one hand, leaning slightly to the side, her long hair falling down her round shoulders.

The boy sat on the edge of his bed and held her other hand.

Apply the cool ointment to your red and swollen wrists.

Relieve the pain.

Yan Qian'an's movements were very light and felt a little itchy.

Ning Xiyuan just sat there quietly, watching the boy wrap her wrist with bandages again and again, then stand up and grab her other hand.

There was silence.

But it's not boring.

No one spoke, only the sound of shallow breathing, indistinguishable from each other, intertwined with each other.

Until both hands were wrapped in bandages.

The boy spoke, breaking the silence.

"Why did you hit Ji Qing?" Yan Qian'an held Ning Xiyuan's hand tightly and did not let go, placing them together on the quilt.

He looked into the girl's eyes.

If he wants to gain the trust of the girl as soon as possible, he should show 100% concern, show his heartache, and then show concern and care.

Can...

He did not want.

If people pretend for too long, they will get tired.

So he asked this question, and really... wanted to know the answer.

An enemy that is several times stronger than you.

At that time, she just had to step down from the ring.

If you give in a little, you don't have to face it alone.

"hate him."

Ning Xiyuan's answer was simple, quick and light.

This is a question that doesn't require any thought.

Ji Qing's arrogant attitude, as if the whole world should revolve around him, really deserves a beating.

What's more...coveting her things.

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

The answer...

He had thought of that a long time ago, hadn't he?

only...

He asked himself, if he hated an enemy who was several times stronger than himself, would he rush forward like this without thinking of the consequences?

No.

He will not.

He has to endure, to flatter, and when he is strong enough, he will turn around and trample them under his feet.

He has been struggling to survive for the past eighteen years.

Ning Xiyuan saw the young man fall silent, then he smiled and said, "You are not afraid of death."

She pulled her hand away, still feeling a little tired.

Still want to sleep.

"Do not laugh."

The slender fingers suddenly pressed the corner of her mouth.

The boy's voice was low and slightly hoarse, concealing an inexplicable emotion in the darkness.

His fingers were hot.

The corners of my mouth started to feel hot.

Yan Qian'an withdrew his fingers as if frightened.

The girl's skin is very soft.

It was icy cold, but it felt like it was burning.

Silence spread silently, and the atmosphere between each other gradually heated up.

Ning Xiyuan raised her hand and lightly touched the corner of her lips. The heat seemed to spread to her fingertips. She opened her mouth slightly, but didn't know what to say.

The light is dim.

She could only see the boy's profile.

And fluttering eyelashes.

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It feels like more than a hundred chapters, and we’re still in the Southern Region...

Could this book be worth a million words?

Haha~ I haven’t written a million-word novel yet.

(I just checked, the relationship between the hero and heroine had gone through several twists and turns in the first 100 chapters of the previous book)