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

The slender fingers pressed on the fragile blood vessels, and the delicate neck seemed like it would break if bent.

The feeling of controlling someone else's destiny.

Yan Qi'an looked down at the girl who was completely covered by his figure, with a smile on his face.

If it were a doll that couldn't talk, it would be a lot less troublesome.

of course not.

Ning Xiyuan sneered, raised his hand and pinched Yan Qian'an's wrist bone, gradually increasing the strength in his hand.

She crushed it once.

Don't mind...crushing it a second time.

In the end, Yan Qianan compromised.

He let go, and before he could say anything, he felt a sudden pain in his waist and was kicked out of the door.

"boom!"

The door was closed tightly in front of Yan Qi'an.

There was even some dust raised by the vibration of the door closing.

Yan Qian'an gritted his teeth, anger rising in his eyes, but his waist began to ache.

Ning Xiyuan!

Incomprehensible.

It will be eliminated sooner or later!

"Oh, you got kicked out?"

Yin Ting, who had searched half the mountain but failed to find the evil spirit, was filled with disappointment. As soon as he reached the entrance of Wutong Palace, he witnessed this scene.

Immediately I became interested.

"Your Highness, is it because your skills are not good enough that you failed to serve the Young Master well?"

Yin Ting came closer, his eyes gleaming with gossip, his tone full of undisguised gloating.

"It's okay. I have a book here that I can lend to Your Highness."

Yin Ting happily took out a yellow book from his sleeve and prepared to share his experience.

The demons are open-minded and have studied thoroughly how to achieve results that satisfy both parties in such matters.

Yan Qian'an waved his hand, and the black demonic energy condensed into a rope, hanging Yin Ting in mid-air.

The demonic energy contained a powerful pressure, and a feeling of suffocation followed.

"I...ahem, I...was wrong!"

Yin Ting immediately regretted it. He struggled to get free in mid-air, feeling regretful in his heart.

He's really lost his mind.

When he came, his father repeatedly warned him to stay away from Yan Qi'an...

He should have realized sooner that not everyone can laugh at a joke.

Yin Ting sneered, and then saw Yan Qian'an turn around and leave.

The boy’s eyes were too cold.

Just a slight glance can make people feel cold all over.

The young man's figure soon disappeared completely in Wutong Palace, and the slight curve on his face was full of ridicule and mockery.

Serve Ning Xiyuan?

She deserves it too.

Only the lights in the cabin were on.

Apparently, Yin Yue was still here and hadn't left.

But she had done something stupid and was now trying to clean up the mess.

Yin Yue wanted to light some incense and dance in the middle of the night, which would surely make His Highness fall in love with her.

But she ordered the wrong one.

The one that was lit was Songlanxiang, an extremely rare and potent aphrodisiac in Biancheng.

Damn it!

This kind of thing was originally prepared for her to meet her destined lover, and it was a done deal.

With so many handsome men around, she definitely had no intention of hanging herself on Yan Qian'an's crooked tree.

Yin Yue extinguished the pine incense and stuffed the antidote into his mouth, and then Yan Qian'an pushed the door open.

"Ah, Your Highness, you're back?!"

Yin Yue hid the things behind her as if frightened, and thought to herself that something was wrong.

It seems too late to destroy the body now.

"Get out."

Yan Qian'an's voice was cold, with murderous intent wrapped in these three words, released along with powerful demonic energy.

Just kill those two idiots Yin Ting and Yin Yue.

Put the blame on the Buddhist sect...

Yin Yue's legs went weak and she almost fell to her knees. The fear growing in her heart was about to consume her.

She almost half crawled and rolled up, rushing out the door.

The feeling of suffocation was like cold sea water, overwhelming and almost making people despair.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance, and soon, the burning sensation rose and there was an uncontrollable heat in the body.

"boom!"

The tattered wooden door slammed shut before Yin Yue stepped out of the room.

Immediately afterwards, the scimitar stabbed into Yin Yue's shoulder.

Blood flowed out, Yin Yue felt so painful that he wanted to die, and cursed himself for being a fool in his heart.

Why would you provoke Yan Qian'an without being fully prepared?

"what have you done?"

The boy's voice was cold and sinister, and it sounded behind her.

There is no escape.

"Matsu...Matsu Lanxiang."

Yin Yue stood there, his body stiff, and he began to stutter when he spoke.

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

Pine blue scent?

he knows.

Back then in the Demon Palace, when the immortal old man forced himself on women, he used this kind of incense.

This kind of thing... is as dirty as the Demon Palace!

It should be destroyed.

His brain began to feel dizzy, and Yan Qian'an used his magic energy to suppress these feelings.

"ha..."

The young man laughed softly, and his hoarse voice turned crazy.

Seemingly awake...but not awake.

"Send you to death."

The boy's voice was gentle and without any edges.

Such a playful tone exudes the coldest breath.

Fear has reached its peak!

Yin Yue crushed the talisman.

Sent by the Young Sect Master.

Just tonight.

She was bewitched and told the young master the news about the evil spirit, which was a reward from the young master.

The talisman completely shattered, and an ice-blue light bloomed.

Yin Yue didn't move at all, fearing that any movement would cost him his life.

Until the sword did not fall again.

Until an impatient click was heard behind him.

Yin Yuecai turned around as if she had been reborn, her eyes misty with tears: "Young Master!"

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Ning Xiyuan had just laid down on the bed when he received Yin Yue's message for help.

As soon as a person arrives, the blood mixed with the unpleasant fragrance rushes straight to the brain.

For a moment, Ning Xiyuan wanted to kill the man before Yan Qi'an.

But she knocked Yan Qian'an unconscious.

It’s so late now, I wonder what the villain is doing.

Yan Qianan fell into her arms, and the familiar scent diluted the fragrance in the air.

The boy...

It was also contaminated by the fruity fragrance in the Wutong Hall.

Grape flavor.

Sweet.

"What's going on?" Ning Xiyuan smiled with curved eyes.

People feel that she is cute and lovely when they see her.

It’s just that the curve of his mouth is too stiff, and the gaze in his eyes... is too cold.

Yin Yue covered the wound on her shoulder and found it difficult to speak when facing Ning Xiyuan's smile.

She couldn't say that she originally wanted to light the aromatherapy to seduce the young master's fiancé...

Then I ordered the aphrodisiac by mistake.

[There is a special aphrodisiac fragrance from Limoyu in the air]

[Don’t worry, dear, we have already filtered them all for you]

The system seized the opportunity and increased its presence.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

The boy leaned in her arms, his hot breath spraying on her neck.

The warm lips seemed to touch her skin.

suck.

His long arms tightly held her waist, and he wanted to stick his whole body to her.

"Young Master! It's all my fault!" Yin Yue apologized carefully.

Ning Xiyuan's back teeth hurt again. She gritted her teeth and said, "This is such a big problem. How can I deal with it?"

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Good night, babies.

The weather has been unpredictable these past two days, so remember to wear something thicker.

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Yan Qi'an: "...stupid system."