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

The few bits of conscience that Ning Xiyuan had was to ask the system for the antidote and stuff it into Yan Qian'an's mouth.

All right.

The world is quiet.

It's time for her to go to bed.

Yan Qi'an: "..."

The pill melted in the mouth instantly, and a cool feeling spread throughout the mouth, calming the inexplicable desire.

His eyes gradually became clearer, and the girl's departing figure became particularly clear.

The black coat is as thin as a layer of gauze.

The white lining was almost non-existent when it got wet.

The hazy fog half-hidden him, but Yan Qian'an's heart gradually calmed down.

The effect of the drug was indeed strong, and it even made him look at Ning Xiyuan with some greed.

now...

The heart is like still water.

The slender fingers touched the slightly restless cheek. He could not see the slight blush, but he could feel the burning sensation.

The girl's face was still in my mind.

Calmness mixed with boredom.

Ning Xiyuan was indifferent...

He was actually like this...Yan Qian'an felt an unspeakable humiliation in his heart.

...

Ning Xiyuan had just laid down for a short while when he felt a burning breath invade him.

There was another person on the bed.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

I struggled for a second between sending the person away and going to sleep.

Ning Xiyuan rarely compromised.

She moved a little further inside.

His hot palm was placed on her lower abdomen, then he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his hot embrace.

"I have nothing to do with Ning Jin."

A low voice sounded behind me, very close, right next to my ear.

She was so close that she could almost feel the vibration in her chest.

"Ah."

Ning Xiyuan didn't open his eyes, but just uttered a breath as a response.

"If we work together, your enemy will be my enemy."

"Ning Jin, same thing."

The voice behind him was still ringing, but Ning Xiyuan did not respond.

She found a suitable position in Yan Qi'an's arms and fell asleep peacefully.

This is what Yan Qian said.

None of it matters.

Yan Qian'an had never hugged anyone like this before.

On ordinary days, the girl is so aggressive that people are at their wits' end.

Now I hold it in my arms, a tiny little one.

It's rare to be so obedient.

Soft and sweet.

A brand new experience that is not annoying.

He gently held the girl's hand and asked casually, "What am I to the Young Master?"

Yan Qian'an's voice became gentle again.

How to get into the mind of a madman?

Maybe it's difficult.

But...it's interesting, isn't it?

"..."

"..."

The words fell and there was no response.

The air then quickly condensed and became dry.

The girl's very shallow and regular breathing gradually became audible.

Yan Qi'an: "..."

The gentle stiffness on the boy's face was replaced by ridicule and sarcasm.

For the first time, he felt like a fool.

-

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the morning light is dim.

Ning Xiyuan felt relaxed when he woke up. When he stretched, he slapped Yan Qian'an on the chest.

"Young Master, is this murder?"

Yan Qian'an coughed and sat up, holding his chest.

He lowered his eyes and saw the girl's sleepy eyes. Her laziness and contentment made his heart move slightly.

I have never...seen such a young master.

"You can go back to sleep."

Ning Xiyuan snorted coldly with an unfriendly tone.

Sleeping in her bed and still complaining and asking for so many things.

Yan Qian remained silent.

Ning Xiyuan was planning to lie back down, but the communication talisman burned out in the air.

"Young Sect Master! Young Sect Master!"

Yin Yue's voice suddenly filled the silent room, sounding extremely noisy.

"Young Master! Come quickly! That pretentious girl is pretending again!"

When Ning Xiyuan lay down, he felt that his rigor mortis had become more severe.

Yan Qian'an looked up into the air, his eyes deepened slightly, and his murderous intent towards Yin Yue seemed to have faded a little.

-

Yunyantai, the arena for fighting.

Yin Yue was defeated by Ning Jin and was knocked out.

Ning Jin stood on the stage, looking at Yin Yue arrogantly with a sneer on his face.

"Princess Biancheng, you are nothing but this."

They rely on their status and family background to do whatever they want. They are extremely stupid and she hates this kind of people the most.

for example...

Ning Xiyuan.

Yin Yue got up from the ground, looking disheveled, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

She had clearly wanted to give in a long time ago.

But this pretentious sister deliberately didn't give her a chance, and she ended up getting beaten a few more times.

He was really vindictive. She just said a few truths and he was hated by her.

"Senior sister is awesome!"

"Senior sister is so strong!"

"Senior sister is a role model for my generation!"

Ning Jin was surrounded by disciples, with a smile on his face.

That's how it should be...Everyone should revolve around her.

She is the most talented disciple in the entire Futu Sect.

Instead of that... Ning Xiyuan who was born into a lucky family!

"Ning Jin, you beat me because I'm stupid, why do you act like you're so great?"

Yin Yue couldn't hold it back.

It's just a competition, there are winners and losers.

And she knows exactly what kind of person she is.

Is it necessary to be so high and mighty?

Ning Jin half-crouched at the edge of the ring. She waited for the noise to subside before she said coldly, "The strong will become stronger, no matter how stupid you are."

Yin Yue gritted her teeth and said, "But I heard that the genius of Futu Sect should be the young sect master!"

Instead of this... this pretentious sister who has an unclear relationship with the young sect leader's fiancé and wants both.

Ning Jin's smile stiffened a little, then he stood up and sneered.

"Junior sister?"

"Not necessarily as strong as me."

It’s just... everyone, including the eldest senior brother, gives in to her!

Ning Jin's voice was clear and all the disciples could hear it, but no one objected.

The woman had a smile on her lips and a determined look in her eyes, and her aura was even more astonishing.

The eldest sister is not an ordinary person.

This was praised by the sect master himself.

At that moment, Yin Yue seemed to see the light emanating from behind Ning Jin.

It almost blinded her eyes.

"Oh?"

"Senior sister, are you very confident?"

A slightly hoarse voice came from mid-air, and the girl in black landed lightly on the ring.

"hiss..."

Ning Xiyuan took a breath and blinked.

Such a strong aura of a heroine.

So bright.

"Young Sect Master!"

Yin Yue didn't care about the pain all over his body. He jumped up and went to the side of the ring to cheer for Ning Xiyuan.

"See Young Sect Master!"

The disciples who were watching the scene bowed and saluted in unison.

Where do they stand?

They have no stance.

Now that the Young Sect Master is here, who would dare to cheer for Senior Sister Ning Jin?

"Junior sister, there is something I have been holding in my heart for a long time."

Ning Jin's gaze swept across everyone's faces, with a smile on his lips, but the resentment in his heart remained the same.

That's it again!

Why did Ning Xiyuan easily grab everyone's attention as soon as she appeared? !

So today...

She will prove to the entire Futu Sect that she, Ning Jin, is truly stronger than Ning Xiyuan!

She, Ning Jin...is the true genius in swordsmanship.

Ning Xiyuan lowered his eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth, and whispered: "Senior sister is... quite able to hold it in."

"More cunning than a turtle."

Such a tone, such a look.

The last person who was so confident was Lu Chaoyang.

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I hate this Black Monday!

Green panic