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

Ning Xiyuan walked towards the fire.

The figure gradually became clearer.

It’s Yan Qi’an.

"Young Master, are you cold?" The young man's white clothes almost blended in with the surrounding snow.

Just as upsetting.

Snowflakes fell on the girl's slightly curled eyelashes, trembling and turning into snow water.

Ning Xiyuan's eyes gradually turned cold.

The restlessness in my heart was uncontrollable and gradually rose.

Then the dagger stabbed out without any buffer.

"and many more!"

The man who looked like Yan Qi'an twisted his body, suddenly grasped Ning Xiyuan's dagger, and his voice was sharp.

"I am Yan Qian'an." The shadow spoke with a little difficulty and continued to look at Ning Xiyuan with deep affection.

Ning Xiyuan smiled: "I'm going to kill you."

Do you want to keep her by using this illusion?

By the warm fire in the snow.

Still relying on this Yan Qian'an who has so many flaws.

Stupid.

"Wait, actually I'm not Yan Qian'an." The shadow twisted awkwardly and finally changed into Ji Qing's appearance.

"Xiyuan, I'm just kidding you, I'm Ji Qing"

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Become a living person.

It happened right before her eyes.

But Ji Qing's words...

Ning Xiyuan finally threw away the dagger in his hand. "Ji Qing" smiled, as if relieved. He straightened the wrinkles on his clothes and was ready to go.

There were three parts of sarcasm, three parts of disdain, and four parts of indifference in those eyes.

"Woman, this snow is falling for you, feel it...what are you doing!"

Before he could finish, the girl in front of him took out a God-Slaying Sword that was many times longer than a dagger.

"Kill you." Ning Xiyuan smiled.

The shadow changed its face, and she changed her sword.

"Wait! Actually, I'm not Ji Qing either."

The shadow was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and staggered back many steps, with his facial features distorted and transformed into the faces of many people.

"I am actually.....I am.....uh..."

Pei Xuan, Ning Jin, Lu Chaoyang, Shen Shiwei, passerby A, cannon fodder B, hooligan C...

The face was unpredictable and the crowds were huge.

He couldn't seem to find anyone more deeply involved with the girl, anyone who could keep her in the illusion forever.

Ning Xiyuan raised his sword: "I know who you are..."

The figure froze, seemed stunned for a moment, and finally faced Ning Xiyuan's own face.

The long sword pierced the figure, but no blood splattered.

Kill yourself...

There was no hesitation or doubt on the girl's face.

Death seems particularly understated.

Who is he?

The atmosphere was too depressing, and the system couldn't help but speak, trying to break this suffocating feeling.

Ning Xiyuan chuckled and watched the entire illusion completely shattered.

"Yes......"

“Russian dolls.”

【......6】

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What Yan Qian was looking at was the Demon Realm.

Countless dirty hands were caressing his body, and his ears were filled with obscene words.

"The fairy can't sleep, and the fairy's son can't sleep either!"

"Damn, she's not that old, but she looks so... Tsk! Pretty."

There was no emotion in Yan Qian'an's eyes.

Fantasy...

It is this kind of memory that is hard to bear.

That's really boring.

Those who had been killed long ago were no longer a source of fear.

"Little Qi'an, come to your mother."

A white light flashed, and all those filthy demons were killed. In front of him stood a monk in snow-white clothes.

The woman's eyebrows were somewhat similar to his.

Yan Qianan stood up and walked towards the woman.

"Qian, follow your mother..."

The woman's words came to an abrupt end, and the illusion began to fade.

Yan Qian sneered.

Auntie?

Mother?

That's nothing.

He no longer cared.

Yan Qi'an admired the red blood blossoming on the woman's abdomen, and for the first time he felt...

The young master's simple and crude method of killing seems...

It's also very interesting.

Just as I thought this, the illusion reorganized, and in front of me was no longer the Demon Realm or the deserted village.

But...

Red candles flicker and red satin hangs from the beams.

It is a carefully decorated wedding room.

On the bed sat the bride.

The cuffs were embroidered with delicate crabapple blossoms in gold thread, revealing wrists as white and delicate as snow.

"Yan Qi'an?"

The bride spoke, and it was Ning Xiyuan's voice.

Yan Qi'an: "...Young Master."

He opened his mouth, and the bride lifted her veil herself, picked up the wine glass on the table, and walked towards him.

"Yan Qi'an, let's drink from each other's cups!"

The girl opened her red lips slightly and uttered a lively voice.

The bright red color sets off the hibiscus face.

Gorgeous and seductive.

Yan Qian'an lowered his eyes, a smile seemed to appear on the corner of his mouth, he watched the bride approach and handed her the wine.

The dagger pierced the girl's heart without hesitation.

The illusion shattered.

Large patches of red dissipated, scattered in the darkness, and returned to nothingness.

The night wind is cold and the morning stars are sparse.

The low houses were completely dilapidated and decayed.

This is... the original illusion.

"Young Sect Master..."

A slightly hoarse voice came out of his mouth, and Yan Qian'an saw Ning Xiyuan in the sparse crowd at a glance.

Black hair, black clothes.

Only the teardrop mole at the corner of the eye is surprisingly red.

Yan Qi'an walked quickly towards Ning Xiyuan.

"Young Sect Master."

Yan Qianan stood in front of the girl and shouted.

Ning Xiyuan stopped fiddling with the God-Slaying Sword, raised his head, met Yan Qi'an's face, and resisted the urge to stab him.

"how?"

she asked softly.

Yan Qianan bent down slightly, shortening the distance between them.

The familiar sweet smell permeates the air, making people inexplicably happy.

"I just saw the young master in a fantasy world."

He spoke, his voice gentle as always, but with a similar joyful mood that was unrestrained.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She took a half step back, having a bad feeling in her heart.

"Seeing the young master marry me."

"Very...beautiful."

Yan Qian'an looked straight at the girl's face, with an unshakable tenderness in his eyes.

Like looking forward to the future.

Ning Xiyuan sneered: "Ha."

"You're so fast."

"Killing me is pretty decisive."

This kind of low IQ fantasy of either killing or committing suicide...

People like Yan Qi'an...

It won't be suicide.

Yan Qian'an's smile froze.

He originally wanted to use this to impress Ning Xiyuan.

I never expected Ning Xiyuan's answer to be so to the point.

Ning Xiyuan looked at the huge altar that appeared out of nowhere, and Ning Jin was standing in front of everyone.

She patted Yan Qian'an on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I am very pleased that you have such awareness."

Child, it’s great that you didn’t grow crooked.

After saying that, Ning Xiyuan walked towards Ning Jin.

This is not...the illusion is coming to an end.

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

He turned around and stared at the girl's back that almost blended into the darkness.

I can't tell how I feel.

Was it the momentary panic when he was discovered, or the displeasure when he heard the girl's encouragement.

If you can’t figure it out, just don’t think about it.

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I've decided to change the front part.

Again, it doesn't affect the plot, so you don't need to watch it again.

It's early today.

Hey, say goodnight to everyone in advance