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

Chapter 24 She Wants What She Wants

After Ning Xiyuan finished cursing, he looked up and saw the young man still standing at the door of the hall, looking in the direction the great elder had left.

The white silk ribbon covering her eyes was gently blown up by the evening breeze.

Ning Xiyuan just felt that the white silk ribbon was an eyesore.

If we don’t quickly heal the villain’s eyes, what if he forgets what his enemy looks like?

"What do I look like?"

Ning Xiyuan walked towards Yan Qian'an, with his arms folded across his chest, waiting for Yan Qian'an's answer warily.

Yan Qi'an came back to his senses and was slightly stunned.

It was hard for him to imagine that such a question would come from Ning Xiyuan's mouth.

"Young Master is the most beautiful in the southern region, like peaches and plums in March, or chrysanthemums in September."

"The wind blows away the snow, the clouds cover the moon..."

Yan Qi'an smiled, he lowered his eyes as if looking at Ning Xiyuan, with a smile on his lips and a gentle and soft tone.

It's just some compliments.

How important is the appearance?

"okay."

Ning Xiyuan took a breath of cold air.

She knew that there was no truth in Yan Qian'an's words.

"Young Master, I am sincere."

Yan Qian'an really stopped, but he said the last sentence with a smile, which still made Ning Xiyuan feel disgusted.

"Did you hear it?"

Ning Xiyuan changed the subject. She patted Yan Yan Qian'an's shoulder and brought them closer.

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

The change in the problem was so sudden.

It shifted from a shallow and vulgar question to a life-threatening question.

What did you hear?

I heard it all.

It was just that Ning Xiyuan's cultivation level in Qi training did not have sword bones, which was a secret he already knew.

Nothing new.

However, he was quite interested in the girl's response.

"Don't worry, Young Master. I didn't hear anything."

Yan Qianan took a half step back and bowed slightly to show his respect.

Ning Xiyuan: "Didn't you hear him say you were a slut?"

This is impossible.

She could hear it even though she was standing so far away.

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

Facing the current Ning Xiyuan, it seems that there will always be more silence.

He was speechless.

After a while, he almost gritted his teeth and replied: "I heard it."

Are you asking him this on purpose to humiliate or suppress him?

Ning Xiyuan shook her head. She took a step forward, grabbed Yan Qian'an's wrist, and said solemnly.

"Just hearing is not enough."

“You have to remember it.”

Yan Qian'an's breathing was a little disordered and he felt a little blocked in his chest.

It was indeed a humiliation.

Warn him that he is nothing but a lowly thing in the world of cultivation and should not forget his own identity?

He had not cared about the more humiliating and insulting things that had happened before, but this sentence suddenly gave rise to murderous intent in his heart.

It doesn't matter. If anyone calls him a slut, he will personally send her to hell...

“Remember this humiliation, and then work hard to become stronger.”

"Only then can you kill your enemies with your own hands!"

"We must not let these people go!"

Yan Qian'an's thoughts were interrupted as the girl patted his shoulder again with an encouraging tone.

He scoffed in his heart.

ridiculous?

Does she need to be taught this kind of thing?

"Of course, I'm the first one."

Whenever talking about this topic, Ning Xiyuan gets a little excited.

Go to Wenyin Pavilion tomorrow to find the antidote for Blind Moon.

Death is not far away, and the days are becoming more and more hopeful!

Ning Xiyuan left with brisk steps and even hummed a little tune.

The two were very close to each other.

The girl's sleeve brushed against the back of his hand, and it was icy cold.

Yan Qian'an lowered his eyes and wiped the back of his hand fiercely.

Ning Xiyuan...

What a lunatic.

Qingfeng Town, the border between the South Region and the East Region.

Wenyin Pavilion is located in this small town.

As an independent organization distinct from aristocratic families and sects, Wenyin Pavilion is not very famous.

It pales in comparison with the Futu Sect.

Ning Xiyuan held the teleportation talisman in his hand and pulled Yan Qian'an along, and they appeared in this small town almost in the blink of an eye.

There are people coming and going, and traffic is busy.

The cultures of the South and East are well accommodated and innovated here.

The moment the noisy sound rang in Yan Qian'an's ears, he knew that he had left the Futu Sect.

only...

Where is Ning Xiyuan going to take him?

"Wenyin Pavilion."

Ning Xiyuan didn't let Yan Qi'an think too much, and said loudly: "Here is the antidote for Blind Moon."

"Young Sect Master..."

Yan Qi'an had a thousand thoughts in his mind. He called out these three words softly, but didn't know what to say.

Looking for an antidote to the blind moon?

Give it to him?

What is Ning Xiyuan planning?

Yan Qi'an was in a state of confusion, while Ning Xiyuan was extremely excited.

She raised her foot and walked towards Wenyin Pavilion.

After walking a few steps, he realized that no one was following him, so he turned around and found Yan Qian'an was still there.

The young man was dressed in white, standing in the bustling crowd, like an immortal who was isolated from the world, cold and aloof.

Ning Xiyuan had no choice but to walk back and grab Yan Qian'an's wrist.

"Come with me."

I just forgot that this person can't see.

The force on the wrist was neither light nor heavy, just making people feel a little cold.

The girl's temperature never seemed to be high.

Yan Qian'an let Ning Xiyuan pull him all the way to Wenyin Pavilion.

Just as he was about to go in, Yan Qian'an grabbed Ning Xiyuan's wrist with his backhand.

Without saying anything, he dragged the person into the alley next to him.

"Young Master cured me of the poison."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Yan Qianan placed one hand on the girl's ear, trapping her in a small space.

He lowered his head, and his drooping hair scratched the girl's face.

slightly itchy.

Ning Xiyuan was silent for a moment.

The boy's voice was finally no longer gentle, but cold and sharp. This was the first time he tore off all disguises and showed threats and aggressiveness.

Ning Xiyuan looked up, but could not see Yan Qi'an's eyes.

She had some regrets.

She would probably like those eyes filled with murderous intent.

The girl's hand grasped his sleeve, seemingly with some force, and he felt a tug.

Yes...

Are you scared?

He couldn't continue to be passive like this and let Ning Xiyuan lead him by the nose.

Take the blame for him, give him elixir, save him, and help him cover up the evil spirit.

How much to do?

What do you want?

Even if he took over her body, she should have known that he would kill her.

"really?"