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

When Ning Xiyuan's eyes fell upon the deep wound on the boy's shoulder that was visible to the bone, the irritability in his heart seemed to be unrestrained, and the murderous intent in an instant could not be suppressed.

Yan Qian looked up.

He had a rough upbringing and was most sensitive to murderous intent.

At that moment, the body's instinct is to fight back and dodge.

But he suppressed it quickly.

Yan Qi'an raised his hand and hooked Ning Xiyuan's long hair with his little finger: "Ningning... don't be unhappy."

The boy's voice was somewhat empty and dazed, as if he was speaking casually while in a daze, without any real thoughts.

But the tone was full of attachment and a little clingy.

He could tell that these murderous intentions were not directed at him.

That...

Are you feeling sorry for him?

Yan Qian'an lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, with self-mockery and ridicule mixed in his laughter.

distressed?

It's really...crazy.

He had been patient and compromising since childhood, and faced dangers all around him, so he actually began to think about these vague and useless things.

"hiss!"

Yan Qianan took a breath of cold air.

The sarcasm in his eyes had not yet completely faded away when he felt a sudden pain in his shoulder, and a large amount of medicine powder piled up on the wound like a mountain.

The girl pressed hard on the edge of the wound and said in a bad tone: "Don't laugh, it's ugly."

It was already annoying.

I really don't have time to deal with this little pervert's intermittent madness.

Yan Qian'an burst out laughing.

She clutched Ning Xiyuan's sleeves tightly: "Ningning, it hurts."

Ning Xiyuan lowered his eyes.

The boy had just returned from the Demon Realm, without any disguise, and still had purple eyes.

As bright as the vast stars, yet crystal clear and full of mystery.

Those fragility and obedience are just hidden illusions.

Ning Xiyuan sighed heavily, as if all his strength had been drained away, and cursed in his heart in a somewhat decadent manner.

She was annoyed, but she didn't know who to annoy.

Silence spread between the two of them. Ning Xiyuan quickly wrapped a bandage around Yan Qian'an's shoulder and tied a beautiful bow.

Ning Xiyuan used the best medicine from the lower spiritual world.

Although there are still lives to be lost and bones to be covered, the hemostasis effect is first-rate.

"Next, is there any problem?" Ning Xiyuan stood up straight, took two steps back, and shrank back into the hot spring water, looking at Yan Qian'an.

She had already treated all the visible scars.

As for internal injuries, they need to be treated slowly and not too hastily.

The remaining ones...

Ning Xiyuan looked towards Yan Qian'an's lower three areas.

Faced with such a straightforward gaze, Yan Qian'an actually felt a little shy.

"no problem."

He almost gritted his teeth and his ears turned red for no apparent reason.

There was some heat that flowed into my heart and then spread wildly along with the blood in my veins.

Ning Xiyuan frowned: "If you are afraid of seeing a doctor, get out of bed tonight."

If the wound is not treated properly and starts bleeding...she is really afraid that she will chop Yan Qianan into meat paste in the middle of the night.

Yan Qian'an's temple suddenly jumped and he felt a headache.

He had no choice but to step forward, enduring the sharp pain in his shoulder, and try to rescue the girl from the water.

"It's really okay." He sighed and grabbed the girl's wrist, "How about Ningning take a look for yourself?"

Yan Qian'an just said it casually, and the girl shook his hand off, but directly touched the waist of his pants.

Yan Qi'an:!!!

He almost hurriedly pressed Ning Xiyuan's hand on his lower abdomen, and even his voice was tinged with anxiety: "Ningning!"

It sounded like a scolding, but because of the trembling voice it took on several different colors.

The girl's hands were cold.

Like the winter snow, the ice on the mountains, and the cold springs buried under the trees and grass.

Delicate and thorough.

Let people wake up.

But the heat spread from this cold hand, like a blazing fire, incredibly hot.

There was silence except for the boy's unsteady breathing.

He lowered his head, met the girl's dark eyes, and compromised: "Really not."

Ning Xiyuan shrugged, walked away from Yan Qian'an without saying a word, and slowly walked onto the corridor next to him.

Yan Qian'an sighed lightly, raised the corners of his mouth, turned around and followed Ning Xiyuan.

Ningning is not in a good mood.

Because the blood...

Or is it because of him?

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When Ning Xiyuan lay down in bed, the four words "life is too tiring" had been playing in his mind countless times.

Ning Xiyuan fell into the soft quilt and did not move.

Lying on the bed with his legs spread out.

When Yan Qianan caught up, he burst out laughing.

He is a wounded man.

But in the end he had to bend over and put the girl in a flat sleeping position.

Afterwards, Yan Qian'an lay on his side beside Ning Xiyuan. Although his arm was injured, he stubbornly held the girl in his arms.

A familiar smell lingers on my nose.

Ningning is sweet.

Makes people greedy.

It's probably like this...a ship sailing in the dark finally has a harbor.

I always feel safe where she is.

Ning Xiyuan turned over and faced Yan Qi'an.

But not long after, he turned to the other side.

In short, I didn't fall asleep very well, and my postures kept changing.

Yan Qian didn't care.

Although very tired.

Although...my heart was in turmoil, the evil energy was running rampant in my body uncontrollably.

But tonight...he hadn't expected to be able to lie in this bed again.

Yan Qian'an opened his eyes and watched Ning Xiyuan changing his postures and smiled.

An unexpected surprise.

"Ningning can't sleep?" Yan Qian'an moved over and pressed the restless person into his arms again.

Peaceful and tranquil.

It seems like this is enough for my life.

but...

No!

Yan Qian'an knew clearly that the grievances, humiliations and pursuits he had suffered could not be wiped out or left unresolved.

The only way to move forward in this life is to trample all those who have bullied him under his feet.

Ning Xiyuan opened her eyes and just lay flat on the bed. She sighed softly, her tone full of impatience.

Can't sleep.

Of course I can’t sleep!

There was a rage stuck in my heart, and I was anxious to do something.

Ning Xiyuan suddenly sat up, lowered his eyes and glanced at Yan Qi'an: "You go to sleep."

"I have something."

She stood up, stepped over Yan Qian'an's body to the other side of the bed, then grabbed her outer robe and disappeared in an instant.

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

He stood up silently, and there was no trace of the girl in the room.

Empty.

When he was alone, even the darkness seemed to be lurking with man-eating beasts.

Danger always comes from all directions.

Is it because of the smell of blood on him that I can’t sleep?

Yan Qianan lay down for a while and sighed softly.

Ning Xiyuan treated the wound very well.

He can't smell it.

But... maybe Ningning is very sensitive to the smell of blood.

Well, at least someone can help him heal his wounds when he’s in such a mess.

First time in 18 years.

Isn't it said that we should give each other some private space?

Ning Xiyuan didn't ask anything tonight.

He didn't ask.

Anyway...he is now lying on Ningning's bed.

Yan Qi'an felt secretly proud.

On the other side, the system looked at Ning Xiyuan, who was completely covered in a black robe with only a pair of eyes showing, and asked.

[Where is the host going!? ]

There are only two words to answer it.

——"Demon Realm."

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Chapter One