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

"You've been waiting for a long time. Let's go back." Ning Xiyuan smiled and pulled Yan Qian'an's sleeve with his other hand, trying to end this meaningless topic.

Her intention was so obvious that Yan Qian saw through it at a glance.

There was still a lingering anger in his heart that he couldn't vent.

But the people around him looked at him with such eager eyes that he felt as if someone was coveting him.

Especially the girl’s wrist was so red and swollen that it was frightening.

He quickly pulled down Ning Xiyuan's sleeve, took his hand, and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Ning Xiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

After the two left, many people were still staring at their backs.

Such a beautiful boy and girl, standing together, look like a match made in heaven, making people envious.

However, there were also some young girls who were indignant: "She deserves such a banished immortal, but why can't we be attracted to him?"

There will always be feelings of jealousy.

But someone in the crowd immediately shouted, "What do you mean by worthy or not? That's Ning Xiyuan!"

The angry girl was stunned for a moment, and quickly remembered who Ning Xiyuan was.

The genius who broke through the Thousand-Layered Pagoda and made Chu Aotian retreat!

The girl was even more displeased: "Where did this pretty boy come from?"

Even more jealous.

She also wanted to be close to the genius.

This sentence makes more people empathize.

That's a rare genius in a century!

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Passing through one courtyard after another, the corridors are winding, shaded by flowers and plants, and the shadows of bamboos are swaying.

The moonlight was as bright as water, casting dots of silver light on the stone slabs.

When I entered the courtyard that belonged to Nanyu, I met a group of four people with sad faces.

"what?"

"Eh!"

"Master Yan!?"

"..."

Four people, four pairs of eyes, almost stared through the two people's clasped hands.

After calling out the three words "Young Master Yan", Lu Chaoyang jumped up and rushed in front of the two of them.

"Master Yan, have you seen the 888th color of the Seven-Colored Flower?"

"Maybe there will be in the Demon Realm?"

He seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and was slightly excited.

Depend on.

To be honest, he has never seen eight hundred and eighty-eight colors!

This is too difficult!

Yan Qian'an's eyes were cold, and because of the unhappiness and anger in his heart, he didn't even bother to pretend to be gentle.

Qu Zhen quickly pulled the people aside and made way for the two.

madman!

She had never seen a madman like Lu Chaoyang who was so thick-skinned, mute and simple-minded.

Lu Chaoyang asked back: "Is it not possible?"

"Aren't Master Yan and Ning Xiyuan from the same family?"

They are a team!

It's not right to help each other.

Qu Zhen held his forehead with his hand.

No...it's not that you are not allowed to ask.

You should choose a good time to ask. Don’t you see that the atmosphere between the two of them is weird?

Yan Qi'an, who was already pulling Ning Xiyuan past a few people, suddenly turned back with a smile on his face.

The irritability in my heart has eased a little.

Yes.

Ningning and I are a family.

What did that idiot just say? Seven-colored flowers...

The two entered the room one after the other, and then closed the door.

Ning Xiyuan took out the ointment on his own initiative.

Sitting upright in the chair, she watched Yan Qianan soak the towel in hot water, then wrung it dry and put it on her wrist.

Slightly hot.

The young man held her wrists with both hands, and when he lowered his eyes, his crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled, casting a small shadow.

"Ning Ning."

Only this soft call was heard in the silence, and nothing else was said.

But it is like a feather, making people feel itchy.

Yan Qianan didn't say anything else.

Scolding or something else...it seems to be of no use.

He looked at his red and swollen wrist, and felt a slight pain in his heart.

It's just a swollen wrist.

He himself has survived the brink of life and death since he was a child.

Broken bones and severed tendons.

He was almost numb to the pain.

He even knew that the girl in front of him was not afraid of pain either.

But...

I feel a little sad.

The boy lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on his wrist.

Slightly itchy.

After applying the cool ointment to his wrist, the boy continued, "Shall I teach you swordsmanship?"

If this continues in the long run, it will not be a solution at all.

He couldn't be by Ning Xiyuan's side all the time to supervise her.

Moreover, even if he was by his side, could he stop the little madman from taking action?

Use the sword with skill.

A good sword practitioner would never have a swollen wrist every day like Ning Xiyuan.

The irritating silence was broken, and Ning Xiyuan was not interested in Yan Qian'an's proposal at all.

Learn sword?

How tiring is that?

But looking at Yan Qian'an's face, Ning Xiyuan finally nodded perfunctorily: "Okay."

After Ning Xiyuan received the bow on her wrist again, she was in a good mood and lay on the couch reading a storybook.

Occasionally he would open his mouth and eat the grapes that Yan Qian'an brought him.

Skinning is clearly a boring job that requires little technical skills.

But Yan Qian'an is somewhat addicted now.

It seems that at times like this, I can always calm my inner restlessness, stay away from blood and conspiracy, and feel a sense of tranquility and serenity.

Yan Qian'an paused slightly and turned to look at Ning Xiyuan who was half lying on the couch.

The girl smiled, her black hair spread out, some of it hanging on her chest.

The light spread out behind her, and even her whole body was swaying with warm colors.

before coming.

He is irritable.

Want to kill someone.

Want to find release and liberation in blood.

Deep down, I still want to see her more.

"Ningning." Yan Qian'an suddenly called out. He wiped the juice remaining on his fingertips with a handkerchief and turned to walk towards Ning Xiyuan.

"Ok?"

When Ning Xiyuan looked up, the young man was already close to him, and the script in his hand had been taken away.

She was hugged by the boy.

Yan Qian'an came up without warning, half-knelt on the couch with his right leg, and threw himself into the girl's arms.

He hugged Ning Xiyuan's waist tightly, greedily breathing in the sweetness blended between their bodies.

Addictive.

Ning Xiyuan felt the heat in his arms, raised his hand, hesitated for a while, and finally placed it on the boy's back.

"occur......"

"What happened?"

she asked softly.

Yan Qian'an was particularly clingy tonight, and the look he gave her seemed to pull out thin threads, nostalgic and thick.

In this hug, she felt his uneasiness and restlessness.

Especially, lovable.

Ning Xiyuan's hand was pressed tightly against the boy's back, and a ball of white light was emanating from his hand.

The spiritual energy penetrated into the boy's body, but before it went deep, Yan Qian'an let go.

"Ningning, I'm going to take a shower."

"It's time to sleep."

He brushed away Ning Xiyuan's hand and stuffed the peeled grapes and the plate into the girl's arms.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She looked at the boy's almost fleeing figure, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

Although it was only for a brief moment, she felt it.

The boy seemed to be seriously injured.

Although he recovered for a few days, his internal injuries remained.

besides.....

There was something else in him.

Live.

Before...none.

"System, do you know?" Ning Xiyuan put down the grapes, his voice slightly deep.

[Dear, please wait a moment~]

[We are investigating here.]

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System: Honey, our system is a waste!