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

Ning Xiyuan pressed Yan Qian'an's shoulder and sighed.

"get out."

She almost squeezed out the two words from between her teeth.

He pulled Yan Qian'an up and stuffed all the medicines that could improve his cultivation, replenish his physical strength, and repair his internal injuries into his arms.

Ning Xiyuan pushed the person out of the door and then slammed the door shut!

She is jealous!

She was jealous that Yan Qian had poison to take, but she didn’t!

When she saw that fawning face, she felt unlucky.

The villain...has many shortcomings and a lack of backbone.

If it's a male protagonist...

"Hey~"

Thinking of Ji Qing's confident and foolish look, Ning Xiyuan wilted.

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Outside the door, Yan Qian'an did not leave.

The boy's face was no longer respectful and humble, and the aura around him suddenly turned cold.

Ning Xiyuan...

Possession? Or was he just pretending to be stupid?

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"Poison will certainly not be fed to him."

"And do you have the antidote for Blind Moon?"

Ning Xiyuan spoke amid the system's screaming bombardment.

Damaging meridians?

If this poison is not solved, how can the villain become powerful in a short period of time?

[Dear, there is no antidote here]

[Yan Qi'an is not the protagonist after all. Where did he go after leaving Futu Sect? How did he obtain the antidote to restore his strength? The book does not have any detailed records.]

[It is recommended to go with the flow, dear]

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

This answer was completely within her expectations.

She has always wanted to die, and the system has always been stupid.

So Ning Xiyuan lay back on the bed and returned to his corpse state.

Just endure it and see who can outlast the other.

She can lie down until the mountains are gone and the sky and the earth are united.

I just don't know if the system dares to...

[That’s enough! I said it’s not enough? ]

The system makes a sound.

Just endure it, who can survive a living father! ?

After a while, the system adhered to its own working principles and refused to reveal more.

——At the border of the South Region and the East Region, Wenyin Pavilion.

This was the final clue Ning Xiyuan got.

It is enough.

In exchange, Ning Xiyuan agreed to the system's attendance at the upcoming Sword Selection Ceremony.

This is an important event that the Buddhist sect carries out every ten years.

On that day, the sword tomb was opened, and all the disciples who did not yet have their own natal spirit sword could go and choose one.

[Among them, the famous Swords of the Gods are in the Sword Tomb]

[If we get the Swords of the Gods before the heroine, we will definitely shine and outshine the heroine! ]

Seeing that Ning Xiyuan fell asleep after agreeing, the system quickly spoke to encourage him.

"Come on, you're the strategy system."

Ning Xiyuan closed his eyes and spoke.

[...Hiss, sorry, last time was a counterattack mission.] The system sneered.

When the system shuts up, the whole world will be quiet.

Ning Xiyuan breathed steadily, waiting for the sleepiness and darkness to engulf her, when the system suddenly spoke again.

[Dear! That is the Sword of the Gods! It was born between heaven and earth and has no owner yet.]

[The best sword in the world, aren't you tempted? ]

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

The girl lying on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, the system's words still circling in her mind.

...Sword of the Gods?

The system sneered.

I knew the host liked swords!

When Ning Xiyuan woke up, Yan Qian'an was standing beside the bed.

"Young Master, did you sleep well last night?"

Yan Qian'an's voice was clear and gentle, and his words seemed to be tinged with the sunlight from outside the window, warm and soothing.

The boy smiled, concern evident in his demeanor.

Ning Xiyuan felt a chill down his spine due to this considerate and thoughtful moaning service.

“…”

Her silence did not make Yan Qianan feel embarrassed.

Because Yan Qi'an quickly came up with her clothes and said, "Young Sect Master, please change your clothes."

A respectful tone and a gentle attitude.

But it still reveals a hint of sharpness and coldness.

Ning Xiyuan took the clothes, but Yan Qi'an still stood there without leaving.

"Still not leaving?"

Her back teeth hurt a little and she wanted to bite them.

"Young Master, don't worry about it. I can't see anything." The smile on Yan Qian'an's face was appropriate and no one could find any fault with him.

But the irritability and nausea in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

In his hands, he could still feel the soft touch of fine brocade. This was Ning Xiyuan's, so he felt particularly disgusted with it.

Ning Xiyuan: "...Get lost."

Apart from facing this annoying world every day.

We also have to face a persistent hypocrisy and perversion.

After Ning Xiyuan finished washing up and walked out of the palace gate, Yan Qi'an came to meet him in the courtyard.

"Young Master, I made some snacks."

The sun shines on Yan Qian'an, removing the darkness, smoothing out the edges, and leaving only hypocrisy.

Ning Xiyuan glanced at him and said calmly, "If you have something to say, just say it."

The weasel pays New Year's greetings to the fairy with ulterior motives.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

What's more, she hates desserts.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the boy in front of her casually throw the snacks on the table with a look of understanding.

He said seriously: "I want to go to the sword tomb."

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

For such a small request, she was disgusted for the whole morning.

Somehow poisonous.

"I don't eat sweets."

"I don't like people disturbing my sleep."

Ning Xiyuan did not answer Yan Qian'an's question. He sat leisurely on the stone chair and raised his head slightly.

The flattery hit the horse's leg! And he made demands on her.

As if he had expected her to ask this, Yan Qian'an answered with ease.

"It does not matter."

Ning Xiyuan raised his eyebrows. This answer...

Yan Qi'an followed up with, "Young Sect Master took the initiative to speak, didn't he?"

He smiled, but there was no warmth in his voice.

He was testing, testing Ning Xiyuan's bottom line after the change.

Only by understanding a person's desires can you grasp her weaknesses.

His desire is power, which is obvious, and Ning Xiyuan must understand it.

What about her?

Such a big change has happened.

What exactly does she want?

Ning Xiyuan said bluntly: "Are you testing my bottom line?"

This villain is quite good at taking advantage of others.

Yan Qi'an smiled but said nothing.

He was certain that the young sect leader in front of him would not get angry and punish him.

that's the truth.

Ning Xiyuan had no temper at all. Thinking about dying had already consumed too much of her energy.

Then, the familiar dagger appeared again.

The dagger was thrown on the ground at Yan Qian'an's feet, making a crisp sound.

“My bottom line.”

Ning Xiyuan said softly: "Just kill me and I will forgive you for what happened."

It's okay to suffer a little injustice for the sake of death.

Yan Qian'an's mouth stiffened.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

There was no negotiation or concession; such direct intimidation was beyond his expectations.

how so.

He is very good at judging people...

Ning Xiyuan stood up and walked outside. She wanted to find Shen Shiwei.

But the sound still spread in the same place.

"If you want to go to the Sword Tomb, you will be punished by standing for a day and shouting--"

"I want to kill Ning Xiyuan!"

"Don't stop!"

Yan Qi'an: ...

The gloom in his heart grew deeper and deeper. He bent down, picked up the dagger on the ground, and stroked the sharp blade.

Ning Xiyuan...

What exactly do you want to express?

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System: The host can fly with a sword by holding a branch, he must love swords very much!

Sister Ning: Hehe~

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现在

Yan Qian'an: What exactly does Ning Xiyuan want to express?

after

Yan Qi'an: Ningning! Don't take the dagger