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

The scene in the inner demon changed, and Ning Xiyuan watched the eight-year-old child shatter his spiritual veins.

Demonic energy poured in madly.

However, even so, he still did not gain the favor of the Demon Lord.

"Mother, what should I do?"

When the young Yan Qian'an turned around and asked Ning Xiyuan with his eyes wide open, the girl's brows were already tightly furrowed.

She really hates these two words.

"Become stronger." Ning Xiyuan had not yet forgotten that he was trying to overcome his inner demons, and responded to Yan Qian'an's words.

Yan Qianan repeated solemnly: "Become stronger."

Ning Xiyuan saw the murderous intent in the child's eyes.

She knew that today, Yan Qian'an's so-called becoming stronger was no longer for the purpose of gaining the attention of the Demon Lord.

But...

Want to replace it.

Such ambition in the young Yan Qian'an was not surprising, but rather threatening.

Fortunately, time passes quickly in the inner demon, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past few years, there have been many people who died suddenly and inexplicably because of bullying Yan Qian'an.

Finally, the demons were defeated and Yan Qian was sent to the world of cultivation as a hostage.

Ning Xiyuan saw his own face in Yan Qian'an's inner demon.

When the whip and humiliation fell on Yan Qian'an, Ning Xiyuan became excited. She squatted beside Yan Qian'an and fanned the flames.

"Kill her!"

"Everyone who bullied you should be killed, especially her!"

Ning Xiyuan pointed at the arrogant Young Sect Master, hoping that Yan Qi'an's hatred for her would deepen in his inner demons, and it would be best if he could kill her when he woke up.

The boy turned pale and looked at her, suddenly grinning.

"Mother, her face looks like yours."

Those purple eyes were like a captivating magic mirror, giving Ning Xiyuan a moment of peace.

Soon, the boy spoke again.

The voice is wrapped in tenderness, yet inside is the sharpest thorn.

He says--

"Young Sect Master."

-

Yan Qian woke up.

I just felt my limbs getting hot, and the long-lost strength filled my body, and the hostility also climbed up and penetrated deep into my bones.

The memory of humiliation was torn open and reappeared, bloody and refreshing enough.

I really want to... kill someone.

"Mother..."

The hot air sprayed on his neck, exuding a sweet fragrance. The girl wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest.

The sound was small, but close.

So he heard it clearly, along with the warm breath, which hit his heart.

"Mother, don't leave me."

Yan Qian'an couldn't see, so his other senses became more sensitive.

Ning Xiyuan's voice was almost amplified in the darkness, as fragile as a butterfly wing that could be easily broken.

It was very different from usual, and inexplicably well-behaved.

Yan Qian'an suddenly pushed Ning Xiyuan away and stood up in a hurry.

He's really crazy.

I actually feel that this madman is fragile.

The soft touch and the unique fragrance of a young girl still lingered in his arms, which made him feel sick.

He should think carefully about how to explain why he is here.

When did Ning Xiyuan appear? How much did she see?

The power that was bestowed upon him was now being devoured by the Blind Moon and was slowly being sealed.

He will soon... completely lose control of these powers.

Kill her now?

Yan Qi'an was about to kill her, but he heard the girl take a deep breath.

"hiss!"

Ning Xiyuan suddenly woke up when her waist hit the rock. She stood up, holding her waist, and soon found the culprit.

It must be Yan Qian’an!

"You just called me mom in your inner demon, and now you are hitting me so hard?" Ning Xiyuan was displeased.

It's very annoying, I don't know why, there's no reason.

Her emotions seemed to be out of control again.

Yan Qi'an retorted, "Young Master just hugged me and called me mother."

After saying that, he suddenly fell silent.

Because he seemed to have a vague memory of his inner demon in his mind.

Ning Xiyuan has entered his inner demon! ?

"I?"

Ning Xiyuan sneered.

how is this possible.

【...】

"Young Master, I... am lost."

Blind Moon quickly absorbed the leaked demonic energy.

Yan Qi'an calmed down.

He is the best at disguise.

But in the past few days, he has repeatedly failed in front of Ning Xiyuan.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Aren't you tired of pretending at this time?

"Okay, I found you who was lost."

"Walk."

What can Ning Xiyuan do?

I can only pretend.

She grabbed Yan Qian'an's belt, stepped on the Sword of God Slaying, and flew out of the underground palace.

Before leaving, he burned a talisman.

Directly blow up the underground palace without leaving any trace.

The wind blowing on my face hurts.

Ning Xiyuan touched his face and it seemed wet.

she...

Did you just drool on your face?!

Yan Qian was behind the girl, her messy hair occasionally scratching his neck.

itch.

He felt the remnant of spiritual energy in his body.

It seemed as if someone was guiding him to clear the evil spirit.

Is it Ning Xiyuan?

And...the images in the inner demon are becoming clearer and clearer.

His real name is Ning Xiyuan...

Grandma.

Why did Ning Xiyuan do this?

I knew he was lying and that he had absorbed evil energy, but I pretended not to see it.

Tsk...

That most unbearable and miserable past event was known to others.

Really are...

She should be eliminated.

The aura around Yan Qian'an became fierce.

Ning Xiyuan felt Yan Qian'an's murderous intent, but she did not react.

The villain is real.

Just think about it, don't do it.

Coward.

She's already used to it.

-

Ning Xiyuan led people all the way to the hot spring in the purification room.

She jumped down first.

I always feel that saliva flowing down my face is too dirty.

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

Really... shameless.

He undressed slowly and methodically.

Whatever.

He is just a blind man who can't see anything.

"Wait."

Ning Xiyuan manually stopped Yan Qian'an's actions.

"You're so dirty rolling on the floor. You can wash it after I leave."

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

Do you think he is dirty?

Why didn’t you complain last time!

Ning Xiyuan put on his clothes and left. When he passed by Yan Qi'an, the water droplets on the ends of his hair splashed onto the young man's face.

She didn't see that Yan Qian'an clenched his fists instantly, with veins bulging.

The hot spring water in this room is flowing living water.

What's more, the young master uses the best healing spring, which has a strong self-purification ability.

It has the effect of dredging blood vessels, strengthening tendons and bones.

Soaking for a long time can even improve your physical condition.

But Yan Qian'an stood aside and did not move.

He didn't think so at first, but after Ning Xiyuan said that, he seemed to be soaking in her bath water!

Yan Qianan took a few deep breaths.

This was the first time I felt so clearly humiliated.

Ning Xiyuan had already taken a nap in bed when he saw Yan Qi'an coming out reluctantly.

"What's wrong with your face?"

Ning Xiyuan lay on the couch, half-supporting his head, and asked while eating grapes.

The left side of the boy's face was slightly red.

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

As soon as he walked over, Ning Xiyuan stood up and gestured to press on the red seal.

She didn't slap him, why is it so popular!

Yan Qi'an:!!!

His freshly washed face.

————Small Theater——

现在

Yan Qian'an: The water drops from your hair are on my face, so disgusting!

after

Yan Qianan: Ningning, can we take a bath together?