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

Yan Qi'an turned his palm into a blade and chopped it on the back of the girl's neck.

This kind of soul resonance that belonged to the same madman made Yan Qian'an vaguely excited.

Killing one person doesn't seem to be enough.

I really want to... kill one more.

Ning Xiyuan lost consciousness and fell into Yan Qi'an's arms.

The young man carried the person on his back and walked out.

He took two steps, turned around, and looked at the doubtful demon subordinates. The young man showed a cold smile: "Puppet, hurry up."

"Don't let a fourth person know."

After saying that, Yan Qi'an carried Ning Xiyuan back to Wutong Palace.

The excitement of killing cannot be resolved, and it seems that only the spurting blood can calm people down, but before killing anyone, this madman must be sent back first.

The boy's figure gradually disappeared.

The wooden door closed and the demon scratched his head with a strange expression.

Don't want a fourth person to know?

Does the young master want to kill the puppet clan member or kill Ning Xiyuan?

The demon's gaze fell on the dagger that fell on the ground. He shuddered as he recalled the young man's patience just now.

Blow up Qingluan Peak?

Killed Ning Xiyuan?

He now has doubts about the plan.

It seems that the rumors circulating in the Demon Realm recently about the young leader of the Futu Sect falling in love with a demon hostage and being crazy about love and not caring about life and death are not groundless.

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When Ning Xiyuan opened his eyes, his head was full of chaotic voices.

These voices belong to the same person.

Not really a human being.

But she was dead, very early, killed by her own hands.

The effect of this floating fruit...is really disgusting.

Ning Xiyuan sat up from the bed, feeling dizzy, and finally lay back down.

Forget it.

There's no need to force yourself if you can't get out of bed.

"Young Sect Master."

Yan Qi'an walked towards Ning Xiyuan holding the bowl of soup.

The clear voice was like warm sunshine pouring in through the window, spreading warmth, kind and gentle.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She huddled under the covers.

My annoyance towards Yan Qian'an has reached its peak.

She does not hate hypocrisy nor pursue sincerity.

For the sake of profit, people don't care about anything.

But the premise is that her interests cannot be affected.

For example, Yan Qi'an...

Thinking about the hypocritical expression on that face, her temples felt like they were going to explode.

"Drink the medicine, Young Master."

Yan Qian'an ignored Ning Xiyuan's resistance. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and the spoon in his hand collided with the bowl, making a crisp sound.

"Young Master, last night..."

Before Yan Qian'an could finish his words, the girl suddenly sat up and looked at the medicine bowl in his hand with a gleam in her eyes.

Very bright.

One of the few.

Like stars scattered in the dead and silent deep sea.

"Kill and silence?"

"Poison?"

Ning Xiyuan's voice sounded faintly excited.

Her consciousness was vague about last night, but she saw a second demon besides Yan Qian'an.

Yan Qian saw it again.

That same, familiar excitement.

The desire to kill.

"Young Sect Leader is joking."

"After eating the floating fruit, you will feel dizzy and drowsy for several days."

"I have prepared some medicine for you."

He observed the girl's expression carefully and patiently.

He is interested.

He is obviously the same type of person as him, addicted to killing.

But he always appears to have no desires or demands.

After just a moment of distraction, the cold medicine bowl returned to Yan Qian'an's hands.

The girl moved quickly, and some medicine splashed out and fell on her palm.

hot.

And it quickly disappeared.

"Didn't see it."

"did not hear."

"Deaf and blind."

"Don't drink anymore."

Ning Xiyuan spoke very quickly, and after just a few words, he slid back into the quilt.

Lie flat on your back with your hands outside the covers.

There is an indescribable peace.

Yan Qian'an even felt that every time he saw Ning Xiyuan sleeping, there was always an indescribable weirdness.

At this moment, the girl's eyes were closed.

Quiet...like death.

"Young Master, your health is more important." Yan Qian'an hated this weird tranquility. He grabbed Ning Xiyuan's wrist, trying to tear apart the lingering peace in the girl.

Death should be flourishing, noisy, and tragic.

Rather than being like the flowers, plants and trees that wither in winter.

quietly.

Ning Xiyuan: "Do you want to sleep with me?"

"Yan Qi'an."

Ning Xiyuan didn't open his eyes, his voice was calm and peaceful, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Headache.

If you say another word, Yan Qian'an will be tied up!

Sure enough, after these words were spoken, the whole world fell silent.

just.

There was a faint rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other.

Ning Xiyuan opened his eyes and Yan Qi'an went to bed.

"what?"

Ning Xiyuan was so angry that he laughed again because of Yan Qi'an.

Where has my big brother's mysophobia gone?

The young master’s bed is very big and soft, so it is no problem for three Yan Qi’ans to sleep on it.

"I will sleep with the young master." Yan Qian'an said with a smile as he squeezed into the bed.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

It doesn't matter.

She is not picky about the environment where she sleeps.

"System, when will Ning Jin come back?"

[Soon, the sect competition will be over]

The system responded quickly.

After all, it was once a counterattack system and was particularly sensitive to the word "heroine".

As a result, the next second I heard Ning Xiyuan say it.

——"Pack up Yan Qi'an and send him back!"

The girl beside him soon fell into a deep sleep, and her even and soothing breathing was proof that she was alive.

Yan Qian'an turned sideways.

The beautiful purple eyes looked at the sleeping girl with interest.

A very difficult person to understand.

Difficult prey to control.

This kind of soul is much more interesting than the original one.

It makes people...can't help but want to know more.

I want to tear off her disguise!

The girl is too beautiful, in other words... too tempting.

Fair skin with faint blue veins.

The slender neck breaks at the slightest touch.

The blood spraying on such a body is the most beautiful music.

Yan Qian'an's index finger uncontrollably touched the small bright red mole at the corner of the girl's eye.

So beautiful that it is almost demonic.

He remembered that the young master did not have this teardrop mole before.

His fingertips slid across the side of his face, trying to touch the artery on his neck.

Feel the blood flowing, that is the vitality of life.

Soon, when the puppet was ready, he destroyed Qingluan Peak.

I personally cut this fair and fragile skin, drain her blood, and see if the body with a new soul is different from others.

The index finger was just slightly cold, and when it passed her chin, the girl lowered her head and bit his finger.

Used force.

A stinging pain came from his finger bones, and he met those dark eyes.

Chaos, indifference, and murderous intent.

It is numbness and indifference to life.

Deep like a whirlpool.

Ning Xiyuan bit Yan Qian'an's hand without showing any mercy.

She was filled with murderous intent at this moment and wanted to bite off the finger completely.

It's ok.

Missing a finger will not affect the villain's ability to kill her.

Yan Qian'an was stunned.

Such a change was unexpected.

He felt pain so much that he became numb to it.

It was just warm and soft, a feeling I had never felt before.

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Black Monday is here, folks.

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