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

Ning Xiyuan's God-Slaying Sword did not strike out.

Yan Qian'an had rescued the person in time.

Although he didn't know why Ning Xiyuan didn't die after taking the Soul-Severing Pill, the girl's fragile and exhausted condition was obvious.

It has come to this.

He also wanted to provoke Ji Qing and fight to the death with Ji Qing...

Yan Qian'an lowered his eyes and looked at the girl's profile with a slightly deep look in his eyes.

madman.

He cursed in his mind.

"Why are you stopping me?" Ning Xiyuan turned around and met Yan Qi'an's purple eyes with an unhappy tone.

Anyone who covets her things should die.

Even if he is the son of luck.

But before Yan Qi'an could answer, Ning Xiyuan nodded slightly and had a guess in his mind.

Maybe... he didn't want to put Ning Jin in a difficult position?

"Young Sect Master, you shouldn't take action." Yan Qian'an raised his hand and wiped the bloodstains on Ning Xiyuan's face with his thumb.

The bloodstains had dried and were dark in color.

It looks like there is something dirty, it's an eyesore.

The smell of blood filled the air between the two of them.

Yan Qian'an didn't dislike the taste at first.

This is what death and the end of life should taste like.

But today.

He repeatedly wiped the blood off the girl's face with his hand until the back of his hand suddenly hurt.

"let."

Ning Xiyuan slapped Yan Qian'an's hand away, suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and walked towards the clean room.

So much blood.

So annoying.

I really want to kill someone.

Yan Qian'an lowered his eyes, and the back of his hand was red.

"Ah."

He chuckled.

It seems that the irritable Ning Xiyuan is more interesting.

"Cough...cough cough."

Ning Xiyuan spat out another mouthful of blood and reflexively covered his mouth with his hands.

Red blood oozed out from between his fingers.

She couldn't tell whether it was due to the poison or internal injuries.

"Young Sect Master?"

Before Ning Xiyuan completely lost consciousness, what he saw was Yan Qian'an's disgusting face.

unlucky.

Yan Qianan picked up the person easily and walked towards the purification room.

He remembered... Ning Xiyuan was going to take a bath.

The girl was very quiet when she was unconscious, and even the aura around her became much more peaceful.

By the hot spring, Yan Qian'an took off the girl's outer shirt.

The faint white mist cannot cover the fair skin.

Yan Qianan carried the person down to the hot spring.

His hands were wet, so he wiped the blood off Ning Xiyuan's cheek again.

Yan Qian'an didn't stop until the bloodstains disappeared and red marks appeared on his face.

No more dirt.

The red marks are still there.

Still destroys the beauty.

It makes people feel itchy.

Yan Qianan suppressed his desire to touch that piece of skin again and looked downward.

The slender fingertips touched the laces of the girl's coat.

Not untied, just slightly loosened.

The coat slipped down, revealing a white scar.

Right at the heart.

It hasn't healed completely yet and looks hideous.

Sure enough, he guessed correctly.

Yan Qian'an slid his index finger across the uneven scars, as if he could imagine the scene of a dagger piercing the heart and blood gushing out.

wonderful.

It makes people feel happy.

only...

Why didn’t the young master die?

The Soul-Severing Pill was useless, even the fatal wounds were recovering quickly.

What is this... secret?

Yan Qian'an hasn't figured it out yet.

But the girl moved.

"itch......"

A word escaped from his thin lips.

It was clearly annoyance, but because of the thick heat it had a different color.

The worst thing was that Ning Xiyuan grabbed his wrist.

Yan Qi'an wanted to retreat, but Ning Xiyuan moved too quickly.

He put his palm down and supported the slightly raised arc.

Softness fills the palm of your hand.

Suddenly, his palm felt hot and he hastily pulled his hand back, but the remaining touch did not disappear.

Without support, the girl immediately fell to the bottom of the hot spring.

When the water level submerged Ning Xiyuan's neck, Yan Qian'an put his arms around Ning Xiyuan's waist.

This time, the two of them stuck together tightly.

Yan Qian felt amused at his own behavior.

There is nothing to be afraid of.

He is the young master's fiancé.

If you want to get the Nuwa Stone, you have to...

It is not enough to just cooperate, you also need to gain enough trust from the young master.

...

When Ning Xiyuan woke up, he felt sore and painful all over his body, and his limbs felt like they were broken.

very good...

There is no need to go out today, so just go to sleep.

【...】

Why? Others have to go through male and female sports to understand the pain of being run over by a big truck.

And its host can achieve the same effect by just sleeping under the same blanket as the villain.

Ning Xiyuan turned over and rolled into Yan Qi'an's arms.

"..."

"..."

Ning Xiyuan raised his foot and kicked Yan Qian'an in the lower abdomen.

She didn't use too much force because her legs were also hurting.

The slender ankle was tightly grasped by the big hand.

The instantaneous force seemed to be able to crush a person's bones, but soon the force loosened.

Just holding it loosely.

The hot palms transfer the temperature.

"Young Sect Master."

Yan Qian'an spoke, the murderous intent in his eyes had not yet dissipated, and his voice sounded cold and hard.

"Go down."

Ning Xiyuan's tone was displeased.

She likes big beds.

Doesn’t Yan Qian’an have a brain even though he’s not sick or dead?

"ha..."

The boy smiled, but his smile just revealed a hint of sarcasm.

"Young Master pulled me last night."

"You want me to hold you while you sleep."

Ning Xiyuan snorted coldly, obviously not believing it.

A crude lie.

Yan Qian'an's fingers brushed across the round bones of his ankle, recalling last night.

He was indeed telling lies.

It was just that he was too tired yesterday, and the young master's bed was too soft, so he just wanted to stay overnight.

"Get out of here."

Ning Xiyuan spoke again.

Yan Qi'an said nothing.

The feet that had been lightly brushing against her belly were pressed harder and closer together, as if in a warning.

"Young Sect Master..."

Yan Qian'an smiled gently, but before he finished speaking, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Ning Xiyuan really kicked him out.

Yan Qi'an turned over swiftly and stood firmly on the ground.

My side waist began to ache slightly.

"That smile is so ugly."

"Don't laugh next time."

Ning Xiyuan turned over and wrapped himself completely in the quilt.

It's obviously a cooperative relationship.

Why do I have to face her with this fake smile?

She needs to have a good rest.

Then he got up and hacked Ji Qing to death.

Yan Qianan stopped smiling.

Then the gentle atmosphere disappeared, leaving only indifference and gloom.

His cold eyes looked down at the girl.

The girl was wrapped in a quilt, like a maggot that could be stepped on to death by him at any time.

Yan Qian thought viciously.

He had never been kicked out of bed before.

Yan Qian'an couldn't get close to him now.

So he said nothing, turned around and walked out.

I made a note of Ning Xiyuan in my heart.

When he gets the Nuwa Stone, he will definitely settle the score.

Without the annoying Yan Qian'an, Ning Xiyuan's sleep quality has improved.

Sleeping posture is more peaceful.

When Yan Qianan returned to the dilapidated wooden house, he looked at the hard and small bed in front of him and laughed angrily again.

Plans change.

For the sake of Nuwa Stone he had to stay here.

but.....

He prefers Wutong Palace.

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Chapter One

Today is the first day of verification.

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