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

Yan Qian'an had finished washing up and was ready to leave when he turned back to look at the girl on the bed.

He had returned to a flat sleeping position and his breathing had become even.

Fell asleep?

Yan Qian'an raised the corner of his mouth, clicked his tongue lightly, and turned away.

As I walked, the wounds on my body still hurt slightly.

Especially the shoulders, the tearing pain was so severe that my scalp numbed and I dared not make any big movements.

But Yan Qian'an didn't care.

He was numb to pain, so injuries of this magnitude were commonplace to him.

When I pushed the door open, I met Lu Chaoyang and Shen Shiwei.

The two of them stayed up early in the morning and got together to discuss kendo.

When he saw Yan Qianan passing by, he subconsciously greeted him: "Hello, Brother Yan!"

"Young Master Yan."

After two simple greetings, a heated discussion ensued.

Yan Qian'an didn't care and disappeared as soon as he walked out the door.

But Lu Chaoyang, who had been chattering non-stop, suddenly stopped and said, "Wait...what was that thing that just passed by?"

Shen Shiwei was also stunned, and she subconsciously looked at Ning Xiyuan's door.

Young Master Xiaoyan and the clan leader have a really good relationship.

Lu Chaoyang clicked his tongue several times and sighed, “I see that Brother Yan’s face is pale and ashen, maybe he is a little weak.”

"It needs to be replenished."

Ever since the last time I met Chu Aotian.

Qu Zhen and Qin Chen helped him to cram in the indescribable knowledge, and now he has a basic understanding of it.

Yan Qian'an couldn't hear what Lu Chaoyang said.

When we came back, it was getting dark and the floating stones in the yard were emitting bright light.

Another group of people gathered around the small table.

There were already exquisite dishes and pastries on the table, but Ning Xiyuan had left a large space in front of him, waiting for Yan Qi'an to come back.

Yan Qi'an placed the dishes in the lunch box in front of Ning Xiyuan. As soon as he sat down, Lu Chaoyang attentively handed him a bowl of soup.

The milky white soup base is a bit dazzling.

"Brother Yan, come, have some chicken soup to replenish yourself." Lu Chaoyang smiled confidently and cheerfully, which made people puzzled.

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

He sat down next to Ning Xiyuan and did not take it.

He has no feeling for food, but the desire for food is also a desire. It is especially important for those who want to achieve great things to abstain from desire.

not to mention...

I don't bother to deal with unimportant people.

Lu Chaoyang didn't mind at all: "Brother Yan, we are all family, this is also for your and Sister Ning's good."

He nodded affirmatively.

Thinking of some better wording.

Before Yan Qian'an could figure out the logic behind his words, Ning Xiyuan had already taken the chicken soup handed to him by Lu Chaoyang with one hand.

"Uh-huh."

She was still holding the fried bun in her other hand and just hummed twice to please Lu Chaoyang.

Ning Xiyuan is annoyed.

Lu Chaoyang's mouth...is afraid that he will say something inexplicable.

It’s just drinking soup, what’s wrong with Yan Qi’an?

Yan Qian'an didn't have time to refuse this time, the bowl of soup was already placed in front of him.

The girl's hand suddenly disappeared from sight, leaving only a bowl of thick, steaming soup.

good smell.

Can smell it.

But I just don’t feel like drinking it.

"Brother Yan, drink it while it's hot." Lu Chaoyang's eyes were glued to Yan Qian'an.

Not only him, almost everyone at the table was looking at Yan Qian'an.

Qin Chen's gaze was the most straightforward. He shook his head as he looked, and his whole body showed a detached and drunken look.

Yan Qi'an lowered his eyes, suppressed the hostility in his eyes, and gently stroked the bone of his index finger with his thumb.

The murderous intent was well suppressed in the heart.

These are...

Ningning's friend.

When I raised my eyes again, they were replaced by softness and gentleness.

When the boy smiles, his gentle and humility makes people want to get close to him.

"My arm is injured, it's inconvenient."

Yan Qianan said with a smile.

Well disguised, just like when he was in the Buddhist sect, he was like the harmless pine, bamboo and cypress, gentle and distant.

Ning Xiyuan paused while wiping his hands, looked at Yan Qian'an's mechanical smile, and rolled his eyes in his heart.

Still pretending in private?

Yan Qian'an's refusal was very obvious. Anyone would have known to back off at this time, except Lu Chaoyang.

Lu Chaoyang slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, look at my memory. Which arm is injured, Brother Yan?"

"..."

"..."

Well, now Lu Chaoyang has become the object of staring.

Qu Zhen held her forehead with her hand and Shen Shiwei lowered her head.

Although they are not the parties involved, but...it's so embarrassing!

Yan Qi'an smiled, but the anger in his eyes was about to be suppressed.

"Okay, okay, drink it." Ning Xiyuan had a headache. She wiped her hands and picked up the soup in front of Yan Qian'an.

Stir gently.

The sound of spoons and bowls colliding could be heard from time to time.

Ning Xiyuan brought the spoon full of soup to Yan Qian'an's mouth: "Try it."

She smiled and said softly.

The girl has a very pretty smile, with curved eyebrows and eyes, which makes her look smart and cute.

But Yan Qian'an heard the threat.

"Ningning, it's hot." The boy lowered his head, touched the edge of the spoon with his lips, but left immediately.

When he looked at Ning Xiyuan, there was some grievance in his eyes.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

There is a swear word that I don’t know whether I should say or not.

She blew it patiently and said, "Drink it quickly!"

The meaning of urging is already very clear.

Yan Qi'an was satisfied and drank the chicken soup with Ning Xiyuan's spoon.

Tastes weird, but that doesn't matter.

All the unhappiness and irritability in my heart disappeared completely.

After Ning Xiyuan finished feeding Yan Qian'an, she placed the empty bowl in front of Yan Qian'an and went to get her stir-fried spirit beast meat with chili peppers.

"Brother Yan, try this soup." Lu Chaoyang recommended it crazily.

These are the nourishing soups he specially ordered for Yan Qian'an, and they cannot be wasted.

Ning Xiyuan didn't even raise his head: "He's full."

Yan Qi'an: "No."

Lu Chaoyang made a "tsk" sound, as if to say "I understand all this", and attentively handed Yan Qian'an another bowl of soup.

Yan Qi'an poked the back of Ning Xiyuan's hand: "Ningning."

"Sorry to bother you Ningning."

When he spoke of the trouble, his tone was full of joy, without any concealment.

Seeing that Ning Xiyuan didn't agree, Yan Qianan grabbed Ning Xiyuan's wrist and said, "I'm a patient."

"I bought some food from Cuiyunlou."

"Ningning...I still want to drink."

He clenched Ning Xiyuan's wrist, and his tone was obviously pleading.

Ning Xiyuan took a deep breath, tried to smile, then brought the bowl of new soup of unknown substance to Yan Qian'an's mouth.

[Feeling sorry for a man will bring him bad luck for the rest of his life! ]

The system is not happy with this approach.

Ning Xiyuan blocked the system.

Noisy!

The small bowl of soup was quickly finished. Ning Xiyuan withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and then he heard Yan Qi'an say, "I want to try that."

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Ning Xiyuan tried to hold back, but finally couldn't: "Comrade Xiaoyan, let me remind you that the injury is on your left arm."

"There's no need to act like a cripple with a broken brain."

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

I know Ning Xiyuan has a sharp tongue.

It’s still so poisonous.

Even after being exposed, he just laughed softly, stood up and served himself a bowl of soup.

"Ningning, do you want to drink?"

Yan Qian'an looked at Ning Xiyuan and asked softly.