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

When Ning Xiyuan stepped into the garden, Yan Qi'an stopped picking flowers.

"So fast?"

"What did Yin Yue ask you to do?"

Yan Qianan sneered and looked at the girl.

The girl's eyes were filled with impatience, which actually made him feel good.

It seems that the idiot Yin Yue has made the young master unhappy.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She looked at the young man walking towards her with a smile on his face and couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Spring is coming.

It is rare to see a peacock with its tail spread.

Ning Xiyuan ignored Yan Qi'an and spat a mouthful of blood into Yan Qi'an's arms as they passed each other.

"..."

"..."

Their eyes met, silence spread, only the smell of blood continued to spread in the air.

The white and green bamboos are all dyed red.

Ning Xiyuan opened his mouth, and his throat felt sore.

He pinched his sleeve with his fingers and then let go.

Her soul is still...too weak.

Even those who erode the destiny of heaven will suffer backlash.

The soul is meant to dissipate anyway, so... it's better this way.

"Young Sect Master?"

The smile on Yan Qian'an's face disappeared, and the three words that came out of his mouth were filled with a nervousness that even he himself could hardly detect.

Ning Xiyuan passed by Yan Qi'an and walked into the hall.

He lowered his eyes, didn't look back, and waved his hand.

Just spit out some blood.

Can't die.

Yan Qian'an's face darkened. He caught up with Ning Xiyuan in a few steps and picked up the girl by the waist.

The girl's breathing was unstable, but her pulse was normal.

Is it possible...

Is there something wrong with the soul?

Since the ancient times, possession of another's body has been a complete evil magic.

No matter how compatible the bodies are, the soul will reject them.

"Are you ok?"

Yan Qian'an asked softly, but he was sending power into Ning Xiyuan's body.

Ning Xiyuan did not struggle and let Yan Qian'an carry her into the inner hall.

She was indeed tired.

Yan Qian'an is still of some use in this Wutong Palace.

The two were very close to each other.

So close that she could hear Yan Qian'an's heartbeat.

certainly...

There was also a strong smell of blood.

This smell is disgusting and makes people...uncontrollably irritable.

Ning Xiyuan opened his mouth: "Go..."

"Bath."

Before he could finish his words, Yan Qian interrupted him.

Ning Xiyuan closed his eyes peacefully.

well said.

The hot spring in the purification room is already emitting hot steam, and it is surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

Yan Qi'an carried Ning Xiyuan into the water.

The blood floated on the water surface, then immediately flowed and dissipated to be purified.

"What?"

The belt around her waist was torn off, and the girl struggled to get out of his arms and took off his coat.

When Yan Qi'an came back to his senses, Ning Xiyuan had even taken off his outer clothes neatly.

"...Take it off."

Ning Xiyuan raised his hand and pointed at the large bloodstain on Yan Qian'an's chest with his slender fingers.

The pain in his throat made Ning Xiyuan frown.

My limbs feel weak and even my head hurts.

She just made a golden elixir, but she was still subject to the laws of heaven.

Is it so incredible that one can build a foundation and make a golden elixir?

The girl's voice was hoarse, the restlessness between her brows lingered, and her smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

But his eyes are really clear.

Yan Qian'an's fingers resting on his lapel curled slightly, and his heart seemed to be out of control and beat faster.

After a moment's hesitation, his shirt was taken off.

The warm water teases the exposed skin.

The water waves were shaking, making people dizzy.

Ning Xiyuan half leaned on the edge of the hot spring, closed his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Qianan approached the girl, stretched out his arms, and held her in his arms.

The pill was stuffed into Ning Xiyuan's mouth.

The fingers inevitably touched the soft lips, and resisted the urge to stay, finally sticking to the slender waist.

As quiet as death, more docile than a corpse.

People in arms.

It was like it became his property.

After the girl in his arms' breathing calmed down, Yan Qian'an put her on the bed and left again.

His heart was filled with an indescribable peace.

besides...

When the girl spat blood on him today, he was rarely excited about blood.

Yan Qianan chuckled twice and thought he might be crazy.

When people are idle, they tend to have random thoughts.

Demonic energy gathered in his hands and transformed into lavender demonic butterflies, which flew away in all directions and finally disappeared into the air.

"Ning Jin..."

Yan Qi'an whispered these two words.

So...it’s all because of Ning Jin?

...

That night, outside Ning Jin's door, Yan Qian'an's figure merged into the darkness.

The two demon idiots are still...

It would be reasonable to kill Ning Jin and put the blame on those two idiots.

Ning Xiyuan.

Only he can kill him.

No one else can do it.

Yan Qianan stepped into the room, and the barrier enveloped the entire house.

Walking around the screen, Yan Qian'an swept his cold eyes over the woman on the bed.

The woman seemed to sense something, and the moment she opened her eyes, she was enveloped by an overwhelming demonic energy.

The body on the bed struggled a few times and its vital signs were slowly declining.

But at this moment, suddenly, someone pushed the door open.

In an instant, the evil spirit in the room disappeared completely.

"Ajin?"

"Are you asleep?"

The person who came was Ji Qing. The man looked exhausted and his eyes were full of concern.

Ning Jin suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and met Ji Qing's eyes.

"Uncle Master?"

Ning Jin's heart was still beating violently, dangerous...she felt an unprecedented crisis.

Is it... Ji Qing?

"Ajin, there's no need to be so distant between you and me."

Ji Qing sat beside Ning Jin's bed, his eyes bloodshot: "How dare Ning Xiyuan seriously injure you!"

"One day, sooner or later, I will make the entire Futu Sect be buried with you!"

Ning Jin: “…”

Her smile was awkward and she was speechless for a long time.

Funeral?

She's not dead yet!

As expected... Ji Qing had evil intentions towards her.

...

Yan Qi'an returned to Qingluan Peak, with a look of depression in his eyes.

Ning Jin and Ji Qing actually had a late night conversation by candlelight.

Although Ji Qing has only reached the level of a spirit being, the aura around him... is far beyond that of a spirit being.

It is still somewhat difficult for him to kill Ning Jin at this moment.

So annoying...

Killing someone was interrupted...

Ning Jin is lucky.

I really want to...kill a few people.

The violence in my heart and the irrepressible excitement for killing are looming.

Yan Qianan stroked the dagger in his hand.

Finally, he entered the Wutong Palace.

Whatever.

Skinning someone.

What a difference does peeling the grapes make.

It's all skin.

Late at night, Ning Xiyuan woke up.

Barefoot across the screen, on the small table in front of the couch, crystal clear grapes were piled in the shape of a pyramid.

The spire is already halfway up in the air.

On the other hand, the boy next to him was peeling the grapes slowly and then flicked them lightly, and the grapes fell back to the top.

"Young Master is awake?"

Yan Qian'an asked in a calm and casual voice.

"Eating grapes?"

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

The boy's face looked shiny white and sinister in the dim light.

It seemed that what was in his hand was not grapes but a human head.

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Sister Ning: What should I do if I don’t feel like eating? I’m waiting online. It’s urgent.