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

"Are you the Pavilion Master of Wenyin Pavilion?"

Ning Xiyuan looked at the man in front of him and finally raised a question.

He has a low level of cultivation, an ordinary appearance, and seems superficial, without any appearance of a hermit.

The system must have made a mistake.

"It's me." Pavilion Master Wen Yin rubbed his hands and came forward.

"See, can the poison in his body be cured?" Ning Xiyuan pushed Yan Qi'an forward and said calmly, "We can discuss whatever you want."

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

"Please trouble you, Pavilion Master."

Even though he felt disgusted, the young man still bowed respectfully, looking gentle and polite.

Pavilion Master Wen Yin looked at Yan Qian'an, his gaze staying on him for just a moment.

Then he turned and looked at Ning Xiyuan.

"Miss, there is no poison in him."

Pavilion Master Wen Yin gave the answer.

Since there is no apparent poison, there is no antidote.

Ning Xiyuan immediately grasped Yan Qi'an's wrist and stepped forward: "I'll give you one more chance."

"Really not?"

If he really is an otherworldly master, he will be beaten for pretending.

"What is your relationship?"

Pavilion Master Wen Yin frowned and looked at the two people in front of him.

One is black and the other is white. From a distance, they look like the Black and White Impermanence that are taking lives.

Fortunately, both of them have outstanding looks, and they manage to wear clothes that give off an extraordinary temperament.

He had never seen either of them.

"Engaged couple." Ning Xiyuan's tone was already a little impatient.

Hearing this, Pavilion Master Wen Yin's eyes brightened a little more and he even laughed out loud.

The laughter has no other meaning except obscenity.

"The young lady's fiancé is fine except for his physical weakness."

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

He stood in front of Ning Xiyuan calmly. The sticky and disgusting gaze that seemed to be real made him want to kill.

Ning Xiyuan nodded and said casually: "He is indeed a little weak."

Then he asked, "Is there really nothing else?"

My hands are a little itchy, and the Sword of God-Slaying is very restless.

Pavilion Master Wen Yin's eyes wandered over Ning Xiyuan's face, and he suddenly took a step forward and spoke in a low voice.

"Can your fiancé's physical weakness satisfy you, young lady?"

Although the voice was low, it did not avoid suspicion.

Tell it clearly to everyone.

The smile on Yan Qian'an's face faded. He rubbed his thumb across the tip of his index finger and paused slightly.

"hiss..."

Ning Xiyuan took a deep breath and smiled, her eyebrows and eyes curved, beautiful and smart.

okay.

Someone deserves to die.

There is also a system to be damned.

"Your face is yellow and your forehead is black. In three days you will have a bloody disaster. Your life may be in danger."

Pavilion Master Wen Yin spoke again, still deliberately mysterious.

Yan Qi'an lowered his eyes and suppressed his murderous intent.

This tone...

Tsk.

So disgusting.

However, the girl behind him suddenly pushed him away.

"Are you going to die?"

Ning Xiyuan came forward.

Huh?

There is a turn for the better, and the killing intent is suspended.

"Yes, he will die." Pavilion Master Wen Yin said seriously.

"If you want to know how to crack it, you can go to the inner hall with me alone."

"I'll tell you in detail."

Apart from other things, Wenyin Pavilion has a large amount of sleeping pills.

Qi Men Dun Jia, puppet.

Once you enter the inner hall, even an expert will have no way to escape, let alone a little beauty.

besides...

Pavilion Master Wen Yin glanced at Yan Qi'an and sneered.

A frail young man with no spirit and only a nice appearance.

Walls have ears, or is it your fiancé?

This feeling...

Wonderful.

"...Goodbye."

Yan Qi'an said coldly, he grabbed Ning Xiyuan's sleeve and walked out.

"Hey! Don't go, miss, it will bring bloodshed!" The Pavilion Master Wen Yin hurried to stop her.

Ning Xiyuan also left with Yan Qian'an, but when he reached the door, he turned around and grinned at Pavilion Master Wen Yin.

"In three days, I will die."

"It's not me who died..."

It means you die.

Before she could finish the second half of her sentence, Yan Qian'an had already pulled her back to the crowded street.

The noisy sound made Ning Xiyuan frown.

She didn't like this feeling.

Yan Qianan let go of her hand and continued walking forward.

Ning Xiyuan caught up and realized that the aura around the young man was a bit cold.

She raised her head slightly to look at Yan Qian'an's profile.

His thin lips were pursed into a straight line, without any curve.

Huh?

Angry?

why?

Ning Xiyuan regained his consciousness and quickly figured out everything.

Hate greasy and disgusting men?

Wu~

She can do it too.

Greasy and vulgar, she can do it easily.

Let’s try it tonight, I hope Yan Qian’an can hate her a little more.

"Young Master, I forgot something in Wenyin Pavilion."

Yan Qianan suddenly stopped and turned around.

Ning Xiyuan stopped in time and avoided falling into his arms.

"Ok?"

Did Yan Qianan take anything?

"Young Master is here, don't move."

"I'll be back soon."

After saying that, a white figure flashed in front of her and disappeared into the crowd, leaving no trace.

"This little blind man..."

Very flexible.

Ning Xiyuan didn't understand, but didn't follow.

She has to give the villain enough private space, otherwise how can he cause trouble and become stronger?

When Ning Xiyuan was bored, he heard the sound of stringed instruments.

Not exquisite, but pleasant enough.

Looking up, you will see a loft reaching up into the sky, with red lanterns hanging on all four sides, and upturned eaves with auspicious carvings of dragons and phoenixes.

The sound of stringed instruments came from inside.

This is...

"Wenyin Pavilion?"

Ning Xiyuan hesitated for a while.

So, is it literal?

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Pavilion Master Wen Yin was calculating the bills at the counter when he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing and the door suddenly closed.

The young man in white appeared in the lobby without any warning.

"you?"

"Back again? Where's that lady?"

The Pavilion Master rubbed his hands, feeling that there was hope for the situation.

After all, how many people in this world are not afraid of death?

"How about I go with you to the inner hall?"

The boy's voice was like a breeze passing through my ears, refreshing my heart. He was dressed in white, cold and aloof, like a thousand snow lotuses on the top of an iceberg, untainted by dust.

The Pavilion Master smiled: "Okay."

Such a young man would certainly be just as fun to play with as a woman.

The moment you step into the inner hall, the formation starts to work and the barrier appears.

A dagger was placed across the Pavilion Master's neck.

"You shouldn't say those things."

The boy's voice seemed to have changed in tone, and it sounded so cold that it made people feel creepy.

"It's dirty my ears."

The Pavilion Master was not in a hurry and looked at the young man in front of him with a sneer.

"So he was venting his anger for his fiancée."

"Courageous."

"But I'm afraid I'll have to put myself..."

The Pavilion Master suddenly stopped talking because the seemingly sickly boy raised his hand and removed his jaw.

A cold light flashed, and he had lost his tongue.

“Ah…Ahhh!”

The Pavilion Master opened his eyes wide, but could only utter helpless sounds.

This is impossible!

While struggling, he pulled off the white silk ribbon on the boy's eyes.

The purple eyes showed a complete disregard for life and were filled with coldness, like a devil.

Demon...Demon clan!

The Pavilion Master wanted to escape, he activated the formation, but it was useless.

"You shouldn't...covet my prey."

The warm blood fell on his hands, and Yan Qianan smiled.

This kind of pleasure of killing...is really addictive.

The vibrant life slipped away bit by bit in his hands as he struggled in vain.

The anxiety and depression in my heart just now was relieved at this moment.

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End of Chapter 2