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

Ning Xiyuan rubbed his temple.

Forget it.

She endured Yan Qian'an's intermittent madness!

So she prepared to get up, but the boy suddenly pressed down on her and pressed her down on the bed.

Gently strangle her neck.

The curvature of the tiger's mouth fits the neck perfectly as if they were made for each other.

Before Ning Xiyuan had time to think about it, he heard the young man cough twice and clear his throat.

"Girl, call me husband and I will give you my life."

"..."

Ning Xiyuan's ears exploded.

She couldn't describe the feeling of her ears being raped.

Ning Xiyuan clenched his fists, closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Out of sight is pure.

But the ears can still hear.

Yan Qian'an is not a fool. Just by looking at the expression on Ning Xiyuan's face, he knows that what he said is wrong again.

That is...

"Woman, if you dare to talk to someone else again, I will slap her mouth!"

These words are said with ulterior motives, and they are spoken sincerely.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Yan Qi'an probed: "Speak, huh?"

Ning Xiyuan couldn't stand it anymore and pushed Yan Qi'an away: "Are you crazy?"

When I opened my eyes, the people around me turned into crazy people!

Yan Qian'an was humiliated.

It's such a huge injustice.

He had picked and chosen the words in the book, found a few that were not so crazy, and mustered up the courage to say them out loud.

Ning Xiyuan was about to leave, and Yan Qian'an raised his hands, put them around Ning Xiyuan's waist, and pulled him into his arms.

"Good boy? Baby? Woman? Girl......"

Yan Qian'an's mouth was like a machine gun, and each word he uttered was more explosive than the last.

While exploding, I also asked her: "How do you like me to call you?"

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Is it difficult to call Ning Xiyuan? Taking a step back, is it hot to call Ningning?

Ning Xiyuan took a deep breath and patiently turned his head to look at Yan Qi'an: "Who taught you?"

"I'm going to tear his mouth apart."

Yan Qi'an paused and called out the last name: "...Yuanbao?"

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

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

The two looked at each other, the atmosphere gradually became weird, and the surroundings fell silent.

Very close.

Yan Qian'an was even a little distracted. He lowered his eyes and counted the girl's gently trembling eyelashes.

Following his gaze downwards, he fixed his gaze on the light pink lips.

Very soft.

Very sweet.

Caught off guard, I thought of my first attempt in the mortal world.

It always makes people fall into aftertaste without realizing it.

Yan Qianan raised his hand, gently held the girl's chin, and lightly touched her with the tip of his nose.

As if possessed by a ghost, he lowered his head and moved closer.

A little cool, but soft.

A familiar touch.

Addictive.

"Snapped!"

Ning Xiyuan slapped Yan Qian'an in the face, not too hard or too lightly: "Are you crazy?!"

After all this trouble in the middle of the afternoon, her patience is limited!

Yan Qian was silent.

Being pushed away suddenly, the feeling on my face was not strong.

It didn't hurt, it wasn't forceful, it just seemed like a warning.

Crazy! ?

He also felt that he was really crazy. What on earth was he thinking about just now? !

Before the atmosphere became tense again, the young man in front of him turned into a cloud of purple smoke and completely disappeared on the bed.

"He's crazy."

Ning Xiyuan was exhausted both physically and mentally, and felt as offended as if he had been bitten by a dog.

The system doesn't speak, but the system itself bursts into a silent scream.

damn it!

This is the stumbling block that prevents the host from becoming stronger!

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When Ning Xiyuan came out, Shen Shiwei was alone in the small courtyard.

As the sky darkened, colorful lights came on.

Shen Shiwei held the sword and practiced carefully according to the method Lu Chaoyang taught her.

In the afternoon, Qin Chen helped her correct many mistakes.

Ning Xiyuan did not go up to talk to Shen Shiwei, nor did he interrupt Shen Shiwei's practice which was getting better and better.

She stepped back and slowly closed the door.

He collapsed back on the bed like a puddle of mud.

Forget it, it’s better to sleep when there’s nothing to do.

Anyway, dreams contain everything.

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On the fourth day after the first round of tasks was completed, the Hall of Eternal Life held a banquet in Qionshan and invited contestants from the four regions of north, south, east and west as well as the elders who came with them and would serve as referees and judges.

The Qiongshan Feast marks the official start of the Four Directions Conference.

Over the years, it has been called the last carnival.

The three teams were all at the City Lord's Mansion. They set out for Qiongshan together, so it was inevitable that they would meet at the door.

When the fifteen people in total met, they stared at each other in silence for a while.

These are all competitors, and the dispute should perhaps begin from this moment.

"Baby! I changed into purple clothes today. Do they look good on you?"

"do you like it?"

Wen Er's voice was passionate and out of tune with the depressing atmosphere.

Countless shocked eyes looked over.

Ning Xiyuan took out the God-Slaying Sword from his sleeve.

The Sword of God Slaying grew larger, then stood in the air, emitting a glow that kept no one near.

Wen Er smiled.

She stood at a safe distance, but still directed all her attention towards Ning Xiyuan.

It seemed as if she was the only one visible in the world.

Passionate and focused.

However, it is said that all disciples of the Hehuan Sect behave like this when they are drunk.

but......

Qi Xuan stood in their Western Region team, and the remaining three people looked at him in disbelief.

He is not just a small demon lord who can be captured in a few days.

Why...why are you going after you, Ning Xiyuan, now?

Qi Xuan sighed and pretended to be sad: "Their old Wen family is going to be extinct!"

Everyone who heard this was shocked.

Wen Er wouldn't care about such strange looks, and Ning Xiyuan wouldn't either.

The Sword of God-Slaying only made a "humming" sound, which served as a warning.

The sound of the sword was mixed with a sense of oppression. Although it was not strong, it made people feel the oppression as if it were real.

Wen Er suppressed the uncontrollable fear that suddenly arose in his heart.

Still smiling, "I didn't introduce myself yesterday. My name is Wen Er, Wen means gentle and elegant, and Er means famous."

Immediately, no one was given a chance to speak.

Wen Er gently turned around in front of Ning Xiyuan, her intricate skirt blooming, stunningly beautiful.

The gentle fragrance spreads gently, intentionally or unintentionally, occupying the air.

“Do I look beautiful in purple?”

"Does the baby like it?"

Wen Er's voice was as gentle as water, clear yet charming.

Those eyes were sparkling and stunningly beautiful.

Ning Xiyuan: "We are not familiar with each other."

"Step aside."

She had reason to suspect that Yan Qian'an was provoked by Wen Er and that was why he was dizzy in the middle of the day.

When Ning Xiyuan's tone became stiff, Lu Chaoyang had already stood in front of Ning Xiyuan, and the other three people also put away their smiles.

The atmosphere became extremely solemn at this moment.

The situation was inexplicably tense.

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Good night, my friends. I’m really sleepy today. This is the full version.

I will never write at night again. When I am sleepy, I have no idea what I have written.