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

The celebration banquet was very lively.

From inside the hall to outside the hall, hundreds of people gathered for dinner.

In addition to those from Zhenhun City, many people from other cities also came.

They were proud of their first victory over the six major sects.

Also proud of their new city lord!

The victory that was once only imaginable can be achieved in the blink of an eye...

Thinking of this, many people looked up, and the girl sitting in the main seat was filled with emotion.

The thousand-year wait of Soul-Calming City was not wrong.

Such a strong man is worthy.

Their other three cities also owe a lot to the Soul-Suppressing City.

"For victory, for the city lord!"

"cheers!"

The one who stood up to liven up the atmosphere was Lu Chaoyang. The young man wore a magic sword on his waist and his eyes were as bright as torches.

When we raise our glasses to celebrate, we are full of energy and burst with infinite vitality.

No one was not moved by this.

They thought about their own youth.

Shen Shiwei stood up holding the wine glass, her hands still shaking a little.

Qu Zhen helped her up, and they looked at each other, seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes.

They were excited and relieved.

This glass of wine is dedicated to Ning Xiyuan.

This is the greatest benefactor in their lives.

When Shen Shiwei left the Shen family, she initially just wanted to escape from that cold tomb and no longer be anyone's puppet because of her unavoidable identity.

She might die anywhere outside the Northern Territory, but she would be just herself, no longer the useless daughter of the Shen family.

Qu Zhen has always been proud. She had long discovered her father's hidden intentions in education, but she had never thought that one day she would walk out of the Bishui Sect and step into a broader sky.

"For the city lord!"

"For victory!"

The orderly voice spread from inside the hall to outside the hall, stretching endlessly and covering the entire main urban area of ​​Zhenhun City.

The City Lord's Mansion shone brightly in the darkness, and citizens from the main city area also gathered here spontaneously.

Celebrate for Sifang City.

Ning Xiyuan stood on a high place and looked down from the main seat.

The light and the crowd spread from the inside to the outside, into the vast darkness.

Singing and dancing were performed, along with the sounds of stringed instruments, which spread between heaven and earth.

Bright and loud.

The second thing she hates most.

But now...when everything is about her, it doesn't seem so difficult to accept.

"Sister Ning!"

"Sister Ning!"

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Ning Xiyuan looked over and saw Qin Chen and Lu Chaoyang making a heart shape with their hands towards her at the same time.

In front of everyone in the hall, accompanied by the mocking voices of Qu Zhen and Shen Shiwei.

Ning Xiyuan silently retracted his smile.

Ok.

As expected, I still can’t accept it at all.

"Eat shrimp."

A bowl of peeled shrimps appeared in front of Ning Xiyuan, even on an exquisite plate.

The shrimp meat is delicious, which is commendable.

It was complete and smooth, without any visible signs of tearing when the skin and flesh were separated.

It is enough to show that the person peeling the shrimp is skilled and superb.

Ning Xiyuan took the shrimp meat skillfully and patted the side to signal Yan Qi'an to sit down.

While chewing, Ning Xiyuan felt that his bottom line had actually been lowered.

for example...

She could now eat anything that Yan Qian'an's skin-peeling hands peeled off without batting an eyelid.

Tsk...

The little pervert's hobby is still too perverted.

"Are you scolding me?" Yan Qian'an frowned and looked cold.

A gut feeling.

When he saw the change in Ning Xiyuan's expression, he knew that something bad was going to happen.

Ning Xiyuan did not refute and stuffed the shrimp into Yan Qian'an's mouth.

The people below were drunk and no one was paying attention to the interaction above.

Except Pei Yin.

Starting from tonight's banquet, her eyes would occasionally fall on Ning Xiyuan's face.

Very pleased.

At least the city lord accepted many people.

This is a good start.

Among the thousands of people in the family, she was the only one who had the honor to witness and participate.

The banquet ended and everyone dispersed.

The sky began to dimly turn white, swallowing up the lights that had been on all night.

The noise gradually faded away, leaving only coldness and loneliness.

Ning Xiyuan sat in the main seat the whole time, watching the last person leave his sight.

Immediately, a smile appeared on his face.

See it.

There is nothing that belongs to her and can be kept.

"Ningning, what are you thinking about?"

The heat suddenly approached, and the unique aura of Yan Qian'an invaded every corner.

Yan Qi'an reached out and took Ning Xiyuan into his arms.

His gaze followed the direction the girl had just looked at, and his eyes spread to the lonely sky.

looking at what?

It seemed like he would never be able to get into Ning Xiyuan's heart.

But Yan Qian'an was sure that he didn't like the girl being shrouded in loneliness and silence, decadent and cold, like a thin tree trunk in winter.

Lifeless.

Ning Xiyuan: "Nothing."

I feel confused and lonely, and melancholy after the prosperity.

She hasn't felt this slightly lost for a long time.

Yan Qianan didn't say anything.

This was not an answer that satisfied him.

It was obviously perfunctory, but he had no time to care.

His mind is in a mess.

He got the news about the Nuwa Stone from Ning Xiyuan.

But Ning Xiyuan also wants the Nuwa Stone.

Yan Qian'an didn't know what he was hesitating about, since what he wanted was very clear.

very...

“I just feel like nothing belongs to me.”

The girl's voice was very soft.

Vague and ethereal.

Like talking to oneself.

But Yan Qian heard it.

The force on the hand is a little heavy.

The girl's body temperature was very cold, as if she could never be warmed up.

Ning Xiyuan leaned in Yan Qi'an's arms, his eyes a little dazed.

Nothing belonged to her.

Because her appearance in this world was a mistake in itself.

"I belong to you."

"Ning Ning."

Another arm was across her chest.

Not a hug.

It’s a hug.

Yan Qian held her in his arms.

Each other's breath blends with each other.

"It's dawn, time to go to bed."

Yan Qianan picked up the person with one hand and walked towards the yard at the back.

He is willing to belong to Ning Xiyuan.

Because he doesn't want to lose.

In no mood...

Ning Xiyuan died.

Silence flowed between the two people. When they stepped into the garden, Yan Qian'an heard a soft laugh from the girl in his arms.

He didn't want to guess the meaning of the smile.

then...

"I studied hybrid grapes in Blood Shadow City."

“It’s sweet, but has a clean flavor.”

"I'll skin you in a minute."

He talked to himself.

There was also a hint of sarcasm in Yan Qian'an's eyes.

He thought... He never got away with these things.

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After sending the drunk Lu Chaoyang back, only Shen Shiwei and Qin Chen were left on the road.

"Senior Brother Qin."

"Your hand...are you really not going to treat it?"

Shen Shiwei suddenly stopped in front of Qin Chen.

Seriously.

She realized that Qin Chen had been avoiding this question for a long time.

But running away is never the solution.

Qin Chen: "....Hahahaha, I'm drunk."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, lay down on the ground, and instantly lost consciousness.

Shen Shiwei: "......"

In fact, she had already asked, and in the upper spiritual world, Qin Chen's hand injury of this degree was not difficult to treat.

As long as you are willing to cooperate with the treatment.

The hand injury has not healed for so many years, which can only mean...

He doesn't want to.

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who is it!

Who asked me to add more?

Isn’t the author’s life a life? I’m going to cry and die in front of you.