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

When Ning Xiyuan returned, Yan Qian'an had already laid down.

So she didn't let the maid follow her into the room.

She had just sat in front of the mirror and she already started to regret it.

The hairpins, step-shaking ornaments, and small chains and bells on her head look very beautiful.

Now... let her get it herself...

Ning Xiyuan was already starting to get annoyed.

Yan Qian'an stood quietly behind her and gently took off her hairpin.

Ning Xiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back directly onto the boy's lower abdomen.

At this time, the convenience of bringing Yan Qi'an with him becomes apparent.

Yan Qian'an's breathing stagnated and his eyes darkened.

He patiently unraveled the girl's headdress until he had pulled out a few strands of hair.

"..."

"..."

For a moment, silence filled the darkness.

Ning Xiyuan turned his head and looked upwards into Yan Qian'an's eyes.

She took back her stupid thought.

Yan Qian'an concealed his embarrassment very well, and faced with the strands of hair in his hands, he rarely revealed a slightly confused look.

He seemed a little guilty.

But...for a long time he believed that there was someone else who should be feeling guilty.

Ning Xiyuan pushed Yan Qi'an away, opened the door and went to find the maid who was doing her makeup today.

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Early in the morning, just as I woke up, a long arrow shot directly at the side of the bed, and the arrow head had penetrated into the pillar at the head of the bed.

Ning Xiyuan and Yan Qian'an opened their eyes at the same time, but neither of them moved.

This kind of attack without any spiritual energy does not need to be paid too much attention.

But there is still a stack of paper on the arrow.

There seems to be words written on it.

Ning Xiyuan and Yan Qi'an were both lying flat, and they both let out a light sigh at the same time.

"Bring it here and let me see." Ning Xiyuan pushed Yan Qian'an.

Yan Qianan: "Why don't you get it yourself?"

It was an extremely brief conversation, and after it was finished, the two people were still lying flat on their backs.

After a while, Ning Xiyuan said, "You should take it. You are more agile."

Yan Qi'an: "You take it, you are younger."

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

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

system:.......

Early in the morning, I saw these two people acting crazy here.

It’s such a short distance, will you die if you grab it?

It took action.

So the arrow fell to the ground, and the paper on it automatically flew into Ning Xiyuan's hands.

Open it, Yan Qianan comes over.

"What are you looking at?" Ning Xiyuan quickly closed it again.

Yan Qi'an sneered: "I didn't see it."

Ning Xiyuan cursed inwardly several times, but still opened the paper.

There are a few short sentences written above.

——I know your secret.

——It’s three o’clock in the afternoon. In the private room on the third floor of Wangjiang Pavilion, come quickly.

Ning Xiyuan: ???

Here it is again.

What secret?

What counts as a secret.

They are all crazy.

This is obviously the work of Li Chenghui.

"Secret?" Yan Qian'an's voice suddenly floated over Ning Xiyuan's head, still a little hoarse, and he read out these two words softly.

"Ningning, do you have any secrets...that I don't know?"

He came over, pulled Ning Xiyuan into his arms, and snatched the paper from Ning Xiyuan's hand.

How come we’ve only been in the imperial capital for a few days and we’ve already reached the point of exchanging secrets?

Ning Xiyuan lay dead.

But I still think it’s necessary to go.

After all, Ning Jin is still on Li Chenghui's side, maybe... he has prepared some surprises for her.

Ning Xiyuan didn't sleep anymore. After getting up and opening the door, she saw the man in the opposite yard bowing to her.

Isn’t this the musician from yesterday?

What's it called...

Polygonatum odoratum.

Ning Xiyuan didn't hesitate and walked towards that direction.

"Hello, sir." Yuzhu bowed again, and her voice was as gentle as his appearance, without any aggressiveness.

Ning Xiyuan sat on a stone bench outside, watching Yuzhu pour tea for her. After a while, he spoke: "You want to die."

Only three words.

The voice was calm and without any ripples.

It's like stating a fact.

The little boy holding the zither behind Yuzhu was so frightened that he fell to his knees.

"Master Priest, spare my life!"

The little boy knelt on the ground, his face pale.

In the Xuandu country where there are many religious religions, believers are naturally superior to others.

Not to mention the Dark Moon Cult.

Not to mention the high priest.

Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently: "Your Excellency has a keen eye."

As he spoke, he asked the kneeling child to step back.

"Why don't you die?" Ning Xiyuan asked.

Yuzhu: “…”

Even though he understood that the person in front of him had no other intentions, the question was a little too direct.

No one had ever asked him this question in all these years.

"Because someone wants me to live well." Yuzhu's eyes were gentle and fell on Ning Xiyuan's face.

He seemed to understand the confusion in the girl's eyes.

They seem to be a type of people who actually have no attachment to this world.

Death may be the best destination.

Yuzhu didn't find it strange.

This sense of world-weariness seems to be in line with the girl's special identity.

Ning Xiyuan: "...so stupid."

This answer was unexpected.

You clearly want to die, and you can die easily, but you still want to... live for others.

What are others?

"Yuzhu is stupid." The man's voice remained gentle and he didn't care about Ning Xiyuan's evaluation.

Ning Xiyuan didn't ask anything else.

If you continue to dig deeper, you will be exposing other people's scars.

They are just strangers who met by chance, there is no need to cross the line.

But I'm still a little jealous.

Just as she was about to leave, a familiar presence suddenly came from behind her and snatched the teacup from her hand.

The slender fingers flashed in front of her.

"Ning Xiyuan, you're going to be late." Yan Qi'an looked unhappy.

Didn’t we say that we would meet at 15:30?

If we continue chatting, why not just have dinner together? Don’t go!

As he spoke, the young man couldn't help but look at Yuzhu with a scrutinizing look.

He's just a weak human being, what's so good about him?

Ning Xiyuan sighed, stood up, and smiled: "Aren't you not going?"

Who was the one lying on the bed as hard as a corpse and refusing to move when she got up?

Yan Qi'an imitated Ning Xiyuan and raised the corner of his mouth: "I didn't say that."

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

My back teeth are getting more and more itchy.

Want to bite.

But what if you don’t want it to be too greasy?

Waiting online, very anxious!

Yuzhu looked at the two people's backs as they left, with a hint of envy in her eyes.

Perhaps he was wrong.

The High Priest obviously doesn't completely...care about nothing.

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Help me, I feel like this book has too many career plots, which makes me feel inexplicably ashamed when writing the love plots.

Help!!!! (I am indeed an unformed author)

The purpose of this copy is basically to develop a relationship with Xiaoyan, and slapping her in the face is just a side job.

But it doesn’t matter, we will be back to Linxian City soon.