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

Ning Xiyuan smiled and pressed Yan Qi'an's wrist again, saying softly, "No, you can't."

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

The girl's palms were cold.

Putting it on your wrist is like snow in the desert, burning, boiling, and making you feel uneasy.

The ambiguous atmosphere is peaceful.

Especially when there are a lot of people.

The onlookers always keep their mouths shut and then smile meaningfully.

Unless there is an outlier in the crowd.

For example, Lu Chaoyang.

He was extremely tactless, his gaze paused on Ning Xiyuan for a moment, and finally landed on Yan Qi'an: "Brother Yan, you can't do it again!?"

Shock!

However, looking at Yan Qi'an's gentle, jade-like, cold and noble appearance, it seems that he really can't drink.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She felt that the word "again" was used very vividly.

The corners of Yan Qian'an's mouth were a little stiff, and he looked at Lu Chaoyang with an extremely cold gaze, as if he was looking at a dead person.

again?

Where did it come from again!?

Yan Qianan sneered and drank the wine in the glass in his hand.

The evil spirit quickly drove the alcohol out of the body.

Seeing this, Lu Chaoyang finished his drink and praised: "Well done, Master Yan!"

The atmosphere turned from ambiguous to awkward, and all it took was Lu Chaoyang.

Ning Xiyuan smiled.

Soon she stopped smiling because Yan Qian'an and Lu Chaoyang kept drinking one cup after another without stopping.

The atmosphere in the room was lively.

While eating, Ning Xiyuan finally began to worry about Yan Qi'an's drinking capacity.

"Stop drinking." Ning Xiyuan grabbed Yan Qian'an's wrist and frowned slightly.

Yan Qian'an's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and he leaned back to be closer to Ning Xiyuan.

The sweet smell of the girl mixed with the aroma of wine was somewhat intoxicating.

It was a smell that made him feel at ease.

Yan Qian'an couldn't help it, and moved his hand, which was on the chair behind him, forward and gently placed it on the girl's shoulder.

"Ningning also thinks I'm not good enough?" Yan Qianan asked in a low voice, with a bit of resentment and irritability in his tone.

Ning Xiyuan sneered: "What do you think?"

Wasn’t the lesson from last time painful enough?

Yan Qian sneered.

As long as you get all the alcohol out, it won't be a problem to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

Ning Xiyuan rolled his eyes and pushed Yan Qian'an away.

There is a small terrace outside.

Standing here, you can have a panoramic view of Linxian City.

There are brilliant lights everywhere, countless lights gathered together, twinkling like stars, showing the luxury and beauty of Linxian City in the dark night.

Ning Xiyuan placed his hands on the railing, and the night breeze blew, bringing a slight chill.

The noise behind me seemed to be filtered out and became blurry.

[Host is in a good mood? ]

The system popped up.

It can accurately sense the changes in Ning Xiyuan's mood.

Ning Xiyuan: "...Yeah."

indeed.

There is a kind of joy that is hard to explain.

【This is not very good. 】

The system chose its words carefully and spoke softly.

Following Ning Xiyuan, sometimes I am really afraid that the host will die inexplicably.

Ning Xiyuan: “…Yeah.”

She looked up at the starry sky, and her heart felt slightly relieved.

This world is boring though.

It's also boring not being able to die.

But at least...

And there is the Nuwa Stone, which she wants.

Something that truly belonged to her.

Before that——

"We have to get the Liuyun Sect too."

What's hers is hers.

There were footsteps behind him, and soon, the boy's voice was heard.

"drunk?"

Yan Qian'an was holding the railing with one hand, and the other hand was on Ning Xiyuan's shoulder.

In fact, the two of them were already accustomed to this kind of intimate posture.

Ning Xiyuan even leaned towards Yan Qi'an because he was getting hotter: "I won't get drunk."

Yan Qianan didn't say anything.

He enjoyed this moment of peace.

Both of them were silent, and a strange atmosphere spread.

I wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

Yan Qi'an held the girl's shoulders and looked at the lights of the thousands of houses below Cuiyun Tower: "How strong do you want me to be?"

Ning Xiyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Golden Fairyland."

There is actually no level division into the demon clan's strength, but the cultivation world has always applied the same system to the demon clan.

Yan Qian also laughed.

His chest vibrated slightly, and he turned to kiss the girl's hair: "Ningning really has...full confidence in me."

Golden Fairyland?

I’m afraid that even the immortal Demon Lord doesn’t have this strength.

Ning Xiyuan raised his hand to brush the loose hair behind his ears, and pushed Yan Qian'an's face away.

The boy took the opportunity to gently kiss the palm of her hand.

Ning Xiyuan rolled his eyes and slapped Yan Qian'an lightly.

nerve.

Yan Qi'an:!!!

The girl's hand gently patted his face, or to be more precise, on his lips.

Not very powerful.

It doesn't hurt.

But it's enough to make people grit their teeth.

How dare Ning Xiyuan slap him in the face.

Yan Qi'an's eyes were filled with unkindness, and he secretly wanted to take revenge.

The girl suddenly turned her head and looked at him.

Those beautiful eyes seemed to reflect the vast galaxy, so bright and dazzling that they made him stand there in a daze for a moment.

Ning Xiyuan shrugged at Yan Qi'an: "No way, I'm too hard to kill."

“You have to work harder.”

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

He also resisted the urge to bite his back teeth, and his hand slid to the girl's waist and then tightened.

Ning Xiyuan leaned against the railing and he put his arm around her waist.

His arm rested on the railing.

Not very comfortable.

He was a little annoyed that Ning Xiyuan really didn't know how to speak.

After the matter in the Demon Realm was settled, he rushed to Linxian City without stopping to hold a celebration banquet for her.

I finally have some time alone with him, and I tell him things that he doesn't like to hear.

But Yan Qian'an is the best at hiding his emotions.

He only paused for a moment, then smiled at Ning Xiyuan: "Then I will work harder."

Yan Qian'an imitated Ning Xiyuan's tone.

There was a bit of joy and happiness mixed in with the helplessness, and a sense of laziness as if he didn't care.

After Yan Qian'an said this, Ning Xiyuan felt warm in his heart.

Bravo.

She just likes watching Yan Qi'an struggle.

So when the boy bent down to kiss her, she was in a rare good temper and endured it.

Yan Qian'an's kiss passed the corner of his lips and landed on the girl's cheek.

So Ning Xiyuan couldn't see the emotions surging in the boy's eyes.

Yan Qian'an's intimacy was not rejected.

He is happy.

Not happy again.

Die, die, die, die! Just know how to die.

Can you die without talking about this topic?

What are you happy about!?

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became. Yan Qianan opened his mouth and gently bit the girl's cheek.

Forget it.

Don't bother with her.

After all, he is not a real gentleman.

He has always been a villain who does not keep his word.

Ning Xiyuan pushed Yan Qi'an away and said, "Are you born in the year of the dog?!"

She raised her hand and her fingertips touched the teeth marks on her face.

Yan Qianan sneered.

No words were spoken.

Then Lu Chaoyang's voice came in very clearly.

As loud as ever, it ensures that everyone can hear it.

——"What what? Master Xiaoyan, are you drunk and barking like a dog?!"