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

Yan Qian'an paused in bandaging the wound, raised his head and met the girl's eyes.

A little bit scattered.

It feels like I'm in a trance, I don't know what I'm thinking about.

Although there was a smile on her lips, the lingering coldness and dejection almost swallowed her up.

The darkness behind the girl never dissipated.

Inadvertently tearing through the shackles, sweeping down like an overwhelming force.

"madman."

Yan Qian'an cursed under his breath, not knowing who he was cursing.

What is he worried about?

Are you worried that a lunatic who wants to die will stab you at any time?

Yan Qi'an let go, flicked his sleeves and left.

have a finger in the pie.

Ning Xiyuan lowered his eyes and stared at the white bandage on his wrist, slightly distracted.

But suddenly he was pulled into someone's arms and fell on the flat ground under the platform.

The young man who had left came back at some point, and his aura enveloped her completely.

"Does it hurt?"

The man was hugging very tightly, but the sound passing over his head was very light.

As imperceptible as a breeze.

The demon's body temperature was very high, and the boy's embrace felt a little hot.

"pain."

"It doesn't hurt..."

Ning Xiyuan himself couldn't tell whether it hurt or not.

A long, long time ago, there was no pain.

It must be painful.

Only feeling pain is the proof of being alive.

"It doesn't hurt."

Ning Xiyuan buried his head in Yan Qi'an's arms. The brief moment of greed passed in an instant, and he soon sobered up.

It doesn't hurt.

Because... I don't want to live at all.

Yan Qian'an's hands on the girl's waist gradually tightened. He felt annoyed. He was about to leave, but he couldn't help but come back.

This is clearly the source of all irritability and depression.

Just now...

His heart felt a little suffocated.

Now after hearing what Ning Xiyuan said, he really felt that he deserved it.

"Ning Xiyuan, you must die in my hands." Yan Qian'an finally threatened the girl in his arms with gritted teeth.

"Ah."

Ning Xiyuan looked up at Yan Qian'an and they quickly reached a consensus on this matter.

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

The girl's rare well-behaved answer did not make him happy. Instead... he became even more annoyed.

I felt like I had an inexplicable anger in my heart and I didn't know how to vent it.

Yan Qianan took the girl's hand and walked out of the temple.

The desolate and dilapidated state of this place was surprisingly in tune with the aura surrounding the girl.

The two held hands, one in front and one behind.

The silent silence, however, brews turbulent emotions.

"Does it hurt?"

Behind me, the girl's voice was very soft.

There are only two words, without any reason or explanation.

It seemed like he was asking himself.

Yan Qianan stopped, turned around, and the girl fell into his arms.

With a familiar sweet taste.

"pain."

He seemed to understand.

I don’t seem to understand.

But no matter what the question was, he had already given the answer.

The young man's tone was urgent. Ning Xiyuan looked at him for a few more seconds and nodded slightly, agreeing with his answer.

Yes.

pain.

"for you."

Ning Xiyuan stuffed the dagger into Yan Qi'an's hand and spoke briefly.

She shook off Yan Qian'an's hand and walked towards the door alone.

Looking back, Ning Xiyuan saw the young man still standing there. He smiled and said, "We are allies."

So killing Yuan was what Yan Qi'an deserved.

The girl's voice became bright, and the sudden dejection just now disappeared.

Yan Qian'an was still standing there, holding the hilt of the dagger, motionless.

The hilt of the sword was warm, still retaining the warmth of the girl's palm.

artifact.

This is why Ning Xiyuan came to the Moon-Watching Secret Realm.

He knew it as soon as he saw the ruins.

But I never expected it.

In the end... Lu Yuan was actually given to him?

The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the sword is printed with complex patterns and grooves.

At this moment, the last drop of blood slid from the groove, dripped onto the ground, and bloomed into a small red flower.

Yan Qi'an lowered his eyes and suddenly woke up.

They are allies.

She helps him become stronger and asks him to... kill her.

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When Ning Xiyuan came out, there were a bunch of people lying in front of the door.

The pressure has not dissipated yet.

They are already in a half-dead state.

This includes Ning Jin.

"Junior sister, you came out so quickly? Didn't you get anything?"

Ning Jin felt much more balanced when she saw Ning Xiyuan had nothing in his hands.

So what if I walked in?

How could it be so easy to get the artifact?

Ning Xiyuan's smile froze.

It was really unexpected that even at this point, Ning Jin still wanted to mock her.

"Let's go."

Yan Qian'an's voice sounded behind him, and he grabbed Ning Xiyuan's hand.

The girl's hands are soft and small.

Compared to him, it's a bit cold.

"Senior Sister, goodbye." Ning Xiyuan smiled and grabbed Yan Qian'an's sleeve.

Fully demonstrated Lu Yuan in front of Ning Jin.

Then strode away.

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

It's rare to see the young master's childish side.

As for Ning Jin, he turned his head with difficulty and yelled at Ning Xiyuan's back: "Mad man!"

"You crazy person!"

How can a divine weapon, something that everyone is competing for, be handed over to an outsider!

Especially a hypocritical and deceitful race like the demons!

She thought Ning Xiyuan's brain might be broken.

Idiot who only cares about love!

What on earth did fate see in her?

Now that the sacred weapon had fallen into Yan Qian'an's hands, the people of the Tianjian Sect had no choice but to return empty-handed.

Before leaving, everyone thanked Ning Xiyuan.

Only Chu Aotian hesitated for a long time and came over: "Ning Xiyuan, I'll be waiting for you at the Four Directions Meeting!"

There is still one year to go!

For a genius like him, there is still a lot of room for improvement!

"This is my token! If you meet someone from the Heavenly Sword Sect, seeing the token is like seeing me. You can command them at will."

Chu Aotian handed the black token to Ning Xiyuan.

Although he didn't want to admit that there were people stronger than him.

but....

The life-saving grace should be repaid with a spring of water.

"Then, see you next year."

Ning Xiyuan took the token and was in a good mood.

Watching the people from the Tianjian Sect leave, Ning Xiyuan played with the black token in his hand, his eyes sweeping over the pattern on it.

Tianjian Sect....

The number one sect in the lower spiritual world, maybe there will be a chance to use it in the future.

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

His eyes were always on the girl, so he quickly noticed the slightest changes in her mood.

Yan Qian'an tried to get the token, but Ning Xiyuan took it away.

"what?"

The girl stopped smiling and looked at him with a wary look, which for a moment was cold and questioning.

He remembered.

The young master never likes others coveting her things.

"I also have a token." Yan Qian said coldly.

He handed it to Ning Xiyuan. It was black and looked like jade.

And more texture.

There are ferocious beasts carved on it.

Ning Xiyuan didn't answer. She couldn't help but asked back: "Take your token..."

"Are you ready to be hunted down by the entire Demon Realm?"

As she couldn't die, she found these very troublesome.

Yan Qian'an gradually tightened his grip on the token, and veins on the back of his hand bulged.

If the token was not made of extraordinary material, it would have been shattered in Yan Qian'an's hands.

Ning Xiyuan!

Why did he stop this lunatic just now!

Why didn't the dagger kill her?

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Good night, family.

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