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

In the messy and dim room, Ning Xiyuan found Yan Qian'an's trace in just a few steps.

The man was half leaning against the bed, sitting on the ground with his right leg bent.

"what happened?"

Ning Xiyuan walked a few steps to Yan Qian'an and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers.

"Ning... Ningning?"

Yan Qianan opened his eyes, with obvious panic in his eyes.

The pain that spread from the dantian gradually stimulated every meridian and every blood vessel.

Like being eaten by thousands of poisonous insects.

He had long been accustomed to such pain, but he had never thought that Ning Xiyuan would witness such a scene.

The smell of blood enveloped him, and he didn't want Ning Xiyuan to be immersed in such polluted air.

The girl's serious face had magnified and appeared in front of him.

"Yan Qi'an, you..."

Ning Xiyuan wanted to say something but stopped herself. She couldn't describe her feelings because she was familiar with the turbulent breath in a man's body.

Anger and sadness mixed together, and her eyes turned red uncontrollably.

Kneeling beside Yan Qian'an, she lowered her head and looked down at Yan Qian'an's face.

I opened my mouth several times, but no words came out.

"Ningning, go out and wait for me."

Yan Qian'an grabbed the corner of Ning Xiyuan's clothes, and blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth as he spoke.

Even though his vision was dim, he could still see the girl's slightly red eyes.

It is care and blame.

very nice.

The pain seemed to be frozen, and he only felt strands of sweetness completely enveloping him and soaking into every open pore.

enough.

Ningning cares about him, that's enough.

Since you hate the smell of blood, you should leave the room and he will deal with it quickly.

Yan Qian'an said this, suppressing his increasingly heavy breathing.

The expression on his face was still gentle, as if he felt no pain at all.

Ning Xiyuan lowered his eyes, avoiding Yan Qi'an's gaze: "You are really crazy."

Her chest heaved violently as she calmed herself down.

"Yan Qian'an, are you crazy? Why did you take the Soul-Breaking Pill?!" Ning Xiyuan asked in a low voice.

She was powerless and could only wipe the blood from Yan Qian'an's mouth over and over again.

It's crazy.

She was going crazy herself.

Sometimes I really want to split open Yan Qian'an's brain and see what he is thinking.

There was nothing she could do, but she didn't leave either.

Yan Qian was silent.

Why take the Soul-Breaking Pill?

because...

"I regret it."

"I regret it, Ningning."

He grabbed the corner of his mouth with his hand and smiled at Ning Xiyuan with difficulty.

"I wanted to kill King Biancheng, but he..."

"Innocent."

The Soul-Breaking Pill belongs to Bian Cheng, and King Bian Cheng cannot produce an antidote.

He just wanted to know how painful it would be when the Soul-Breaking Pill took effect.

To Yan Qian'an, killing innocent people was as common as breathing air.

But the fault is our own, and we take our anger out on others...

Whenever I want to kill people and massacre a city, I always remember the time when I was reading a story with Ning Xiyuan.

He didn't want to be the "crazy man" that Ning Xiyuan mentioned.

Ning Xiyuan felt a sharp pain at the tip of her heart, and she hated this strange feeling.

It is obvious that what Yan Qi'an did was really sick.

But she still felt distressed.

She lowered her head and gently kissed Yan Qian'an's brow.

"I didn't blame you."

Soul-breaking Pill... She never blamed Yan Qian'an from beginning to end.

Yan Qi'an: "I know."

so what.

He just missed her too much.

So I want to experience even her pain, as if she had never left.

Yan Qian'an has the body of a demigod, and the Soul-Breaking Pill cannot take his life.

He knew how long the effect of the Soul-Breaking Pill would last, and waited until the pain gradually subsided and it was getting dark.

"Let's have porridge tonight."

Yan Qian'an was still holding Ning Xiyuan's hand, as if asking something.

Ning Xiyuan sat next to Yan Qian'an and didn't speak for a long time. She had been silent for a long time.

She was just shocked.

She didn't expect Yan Qian'an to go to this extent.

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Ning Xiyuan grabbed Yan Qian'an and went to the hot spring.

The gurgling water washed away the dried and smelly blood on the body.

Ning Xiyuan sat on the stone steps nearby, half of his body immersed in the water, and his mind was frequently distracted.

She couldn't help but let her mind wander, but she wasn't thinking about anything at all.

Yan Qian'an confirmed that there was no smell of blood on his body before he sat down next to Ning Xiyuan.

After a moment, he plucked up his courage, reached out and held the person in his arms.

The hot spring was emitting steam, which filled the air. An ambiguous atmosphere spread, sweeping across people's hearts like a feather.

It's itchy, very itchy.

"Are you scared?" Yan Qian'an turned his head to look at Ning Xiyuan's expression, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He didn't want her to see it.

I don't want her to know either.

He was always afraid that Ning Xiyuan would curse him in his heart after finding out.

Ning Xiyuan came back to her senses. She looked at the face so close to her, leaned forward, and gently kissed Yan Qi'an's lips.

Just touch and leave.

That's what she was thinking just now.

And then it did.

The bond between her and Yan Qian'an was much deeper than she had imagined.

Yan Qian'an's breathing stopped for a moment, the soft and cold touch seemed to still linger on his lips, his heart beat slowly, and he maintained his original posture without moving.

"Yan Qi'an, stop doing stupid things." Ning Xiyuan grabbed his collar, his voice extremely serious.

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

Did he get scolded after all?

He came back to his senses and raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips.

But it's worth it. If being scolded can be exchanged for a kiss, he would rather Ning Xiyuan scold him a few more times.

"Ningning is right."

He echoed.

Ning Xiyuan felt a little itchy in her back teeth. She pushed Yan Qian'an down on the stone steps, turned over and sat astride the man's waist.

"like me?"

Ning Xiyuan pinched Yan Qian'an's chin and forced him to look at him.

She felt itchy in her heart, as if something was quietly taking root and sprouting.

Yan Qian'an opened his mouth but hesitated, and finally he acknowledged Ning Xiyuan's question.

"I like you the most, Ningning."

He stared at Ning Xiyuan's face, his eyes focused and fiery, and he couldn't control himself and swallowed his saliva continuously.

Not like.

is love.

But Ning Xiyuan didn't like this word. There was no need to talk about love between them.

like.

Favorite.

The only one I like.

The man had a handsome and charming face, but his thin lips were bloodless and his pale face made him look like porcelain that would break at the slightest touch.

Makes people want to destroy.

Ning Xiyuan leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"I like you too."

"Banquet."

At this moment, she liked it.

His body was filled with her scent, making her feel more at ease than ever before.

Yan Qian'an's hands hanging at his sides were clenched into fists, his skin and flesh were tense and his knuckles were white.

He restrained himself and allowed one kiss after another to fall on the corners of his lips.

Then touch, bite gently, and try to go deeper.

The veins on his tense forearms were knotted.

He's holding back.

He wanted to take on the responsibility and wanted Ning Xiyuan to take charge of everything.

The sweet taste unique to a young girl spread in the mouth, dispelling the indelible fear.

like.

Like like like like like like like...

I like Ningning.

His brain temporarily lost the ability to think.

But he likes Ning Xiyuan.

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good night