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

Hot springs are always a must in places with ice and snow.

Yan Qian'an carried the person and went towards the hot spring palace built behind the snow mountain.

"How did you get yourself into this state?"

After seeing Ning Xiyuan vomit a lot of blood, the young man who was undressing her couldn't help but ask.

Yan Qian'an just felt his temples throbbing and had a severe headache.

What a lunatic.

He stood in the hot spring, pinched Ning Xiyuan's side, and dragged him into the hot spring.

It's like this again, the breath is chaotic and the spiritual energy is flowing backwards.

If an ordinary person were like this, he would have exploded and died long ago.

Thinking that the person in his arms might be in pain, Yan Qi'an slowed down his movements and just held the person tightly without letting go.

He rushed back to Futu Sect but didn't have time to see the little madman for the last time, but he never expected the scene of their reunion to be so...

Yan Qian'an couldn't find any adjective to describe the shock he felt the moment he saw Ning Xiyuan in the Demon Realm.

He felt the girl's wrist bones.

Swollen.

He must be using a long sword as a machete.

He had just helped this guy deal with this problem a few months ago.

If that doesn't work, you might as well learn some sword moves.

"It seems that they are unhappy."

Ning Xiyuan nestled in Yan Qian'an's arms, his tone still hinting at some uncontrollable excitement.

She hated the uncontrollable pleasure.

The thrill of killing is addictive, out of control, and disgusting.

but...

Yan Qian’an’s arms were indeed warm.

She hates the cold.

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

Yan Qi'an laughed angrily.

If you don't like someone, do you have to kill him regardless of the level difference, identity, and environment?

If he was as paranoid as Ning Xiyuan, he probably wouldn't be alive today.

"What if I wasn't here today?" Yan Qian'an asked in a low voice while kneading Ning Xiyuan's wrist bones.

This is the Demon Realm.

It’s not the world of cultivation.

Hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers are here!

Ning Xiyuan enjoyed Yan Qian'an's massage service. His body warmed up and his mood gradually calmed down.

"Then... kill them all."

The tone is brisk.

Noticing the momentary solemnity in the atmosphere, she added, "It's not like he's going to die."

Infinite immortality gives birth to the greatest victory.

Of course, if she really died, she would be happy with that.

Yan Qian was still silent.

He didn't know what to say, just like he didn't like talking about death with Ning Xiyuan.

Death is too common for Ning Xiyuan, even more common than the topic of drinking a few sips of water today.

But he... didn't like it.

He likes others to feel fear, regret, weakness, and selfishness because of death...

Ning Xiyuan didn't say anything else.

She is very tired.

My internal organs were clamoring with dissatisfaction and my head was a splitting pain.

When she was about to fall asleep, the boy suddenly put his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Ningning..."

The voice was very light, with an inexplicable stickiness, and it sounded in my ears mixed with Yan Qian'an's scent.

The demons' body temperature is really high.

She seemed to be surrounded by fire.

After waiting for a long time, no sound was heard and Ning Xiyuan finally fell into a deep sleep.

Before going to bed, she struggled to send a communication talisman to the third elder, telling them not to wait for her.

Maybe it’s because it snowed today.

The dream was all white, boundless, formless white.

It's simply suffocating.

The coldness spread from the fingertips, penetrated into the bone marrow, and became an indelible existence engraved in the soul.

Then it slowly turns red.

Flowing into a sea of ​​blood.

After having such a strange dream, Ning Xiyuan felt annoyed when he sat up from the bed.

There was no sign of Yan Qian'an in the room.

The medicine was still hot on the small stove beside the bed. Ning Xiyuan tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The bitter taste gradually spreads in the mouth.

Beyond the screen, on the table outside are peeled spiritual fruits.

Some of them are unique to the Demon Realm.

It looks weird and unpalatable.

Grapes are placed in the most conspicuous position.

[Host, can we keep a low profile?] The system popped up to discuss.

Being so high-profile, what if Heaven finds out?

Ning Xiyuan ate grapes while flipping through the storybook on the table.

"Discovered?" Ning Xiyuan sneered.

What did you find!

She has basically merged her spirit and soul, so what is there to be afraid of?

Although Ning Xiyuan said nothing, the system still shut up tremblingly.

Above...

Haven't replied to it yet.

Having discovered the followers of the Eternal Emperor in this world again, he felt somewhat uneasy.

Ning Xiyuan was very interested in the content of the dialogue.

It tells the story of a melodramatic substitute literature with twists and turns again and again, and in the end the substitute and the white moonlight successfully hold hands.

When Ning Xiyuan decided to leave, Yan Mo pushed the door open.

"Young Madam." Yan Mo's voice was hesitant, not used to this title, "Young Sect Master is attacking Jialan City, and wants Madam to wait for him."

"Young Master will escort you out of the Demon Realm."

After she said that, she still couldn't help but secretly look at Ning Xiyuan.

Killing the God with bare hands...

A teenage girl.

so amazing.

Could it be that during these years of peace talks, the cultivators in the cultivation world have become stronger again! ?

Yan Mo was worried.

This is not good news for them in the Demon Realm.

Ning Xiyuan placed the storybook on the table, and then tasted each of the dazzling array of spiritual fruits that had been cut into small pieces as a sign of respect.

"No need." She said softly.

His eyes dropped to the bandages wrapped around his wrists, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Seeing Ning Xiyuan walking out, Yan Mo wanted to stop him, but failed.

She doesn't seem to be very good at cutting people down with her divine power...

Besides, the young master also told her to do things within her ability.

As Ning Xiyuan stretched out his hand, the door was opened from the outside.

Yan Qian, dressed in white, stood in front of her.

The young man's door was not opened wide, and his figure barely blocked the wind and snow behind him.

Before Ning Xiyuan could speak, she draped the furry cloak on her and tied a bow with her slender fingers.

When I put the hat on Ning Xiyuan, the person in front of me finally spoke.

Only four words.

"I knew it."

There was a hint of gnashing of teeth in Yan Qian'an's voice.

He knew that the little lunatic wouldn't wait for him at all.

Ning Xiyuan smiled, raised his hand and lightly touched the tip of his nose.

What on earth is she feeling guilty about?

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Jialan City, City Lord’s Mansion.

Surrender...already surrendered.

Yan Qian'an is even more of a madman when he fights.

What's more, Yan Qian'an's troops were so well-trained that the situation on their side could actually be described as a rout.

"check!"

"Go check it for me!"

"Who is the monk who broke into the demon world today!"

Lord Jialan was furious and helpless, and immediately gave orders to his subordinates.

Half of the Demon Realm was conquered by Yan Qian.

In the Demon Realm...it's very difficult to cause trouble.

but...

Yan Qian'an is not completely without weaknesses.

As long as he catches that girl, won’t Yan Qian’an be easily captured by him?

"Go, go to the cultivation world to check!"

Thinking of this, City Lord Jialan’s irritability finally dissipated a lot, and he seemed to have seen the dawn of victory in the future.

It's just a temporary flattery.

Sooner or later he would retake Jialan City.

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Hahaha, I have plenty of time, I can definitely finish the draft tonight