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

As day falls, light shines through the windows into the house, making it bright.

Ning Xiyuan opened his eyes and met Yan Qi'an's eyes.

"Young Sect Master."

The boy's voice was calm, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a hint of gnashing of teeth.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She was silent.

The way the boy looked at her was definitely not kind.

I wish I could tear her into pieces.

"Good morning, Yan Qi'an."

Ning Xiyuan got up and lifted the quilt.

Then I saw Yan Qianan under the quilt, tied up tightly with ropes, unable to move.

His body was stiff, like a worm that had been dead for a long time.

"..."

"..."

They looked at each other speechlessly.

Ning Xiyuan raised his hand to press his hot temples. He didn't remember clearly what happened last night.

She...tied up Yan Qian?

"Young Master, are you going to continue tying me up?" The young man's voice was cold and gloomy, with a hint of sarcasm.

Tie him up with a high-level spiritual weapon?

Ning Xiyuan is so cruel!

If he tried to break free forcefully, it would cause a huge noise.

Waking Ning Xiyuan up again is a piece of cake, but when the demonic energy overflows, it will be even more troublesome to deal with!

Ning Xiyuan didn't respond. She bent down and untied the rope on Yan Qi'an's wrist.

[Yan Qi'an peeled grapes for you, and you tied him up]

In order to save time, the system cut off the beginning and the end and presented the key part to Ning Xiyuan.

"...guilt."

Although Ning Xiyuan said this, he always felt something was wrong.

She was so lazy that she was as lazy as a dead person. Why would she go to the trouble of tying up Yan Qi'an for no reason?

It must be that pervert Yan Qian'an who provoked her last night.

Despite this, Ning Xiyuan bit his teeth lightly when his eyes fell on the red mark on the boy's wrist.

"Something big is happening today."

Ning Xiyuan cleared his throat, stood up and was about to step over Yan Qi'an and walk out.

A big hand landed on the waist, and the young man on the bed had already broken free from the layers of ropes.

Ning Xiyuan fell between the layers of bedding, and the young man turned over and pressed on him.

"Young Master, it's still early."

There was a chill in Yan Qian'an's voice, and one could hear a hint of gnashing of teeth in his tone.

Ning Xiyuan: "I'm not sleepy. The early bird catches the worm."

As soon as she finished speaking, the young man pulled her into his arms.

The quilt was covered again.

Yan Qianan lay on his side and hugged the person in his arms.

The cool body seemed to relieve his innate burning sensation, warm, fragrant and soft, making him addicted.

"Slave trapped."

Yan Qian'an only said two words, his tone was flat, unlike the gentleness he usually pretended to be, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

There was no distance between the two of them, and the demon's body temperature was a little hot.

Ning Xiyuan could hear the boy's heartbeat.

You can also smell a faint sweetness of grapes.

I don’t know whose it is, or maybe they have lived together for so long that they have become entangled and indistinguishable from each other.

"Yan Qi'an."

The girl in his arms suddenly spoke.

His name then became hot, pleasant, and refreshing.

"Ok?"

Yan Qian'an's heart gradually calmed down. In the eighteen years he had lived, he had rarely felt such unspeakable peace and tranquility.

Like branches, it is a harbor.

A goblin that crawled out of hell, good at... bewitching people.

Yan Qian'an was greedy for temporary peace, but he was clear about his purpose.

"Yan Qi'an, I remember now."

"You dug me out from under the covers last night, didn't you?"

The girl's voice was still pleasant.

Yan Qian'an suddenly opened his eyes.

Before the next sentence came out, he had already turned over and got out of bed.

"Young Master, the early worm gets caught by the bird. We have more work to do."

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

The newly born feeling of guilt turned sour.

She now wanted to strangle Yan Qianan to death in the bed.

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After everything was packed, when Ning Xiyuan went out, Yan Qi'an followed him closely.

He didn't ask Ning Xiyuan what he was going to do.

Ning Xiyuan did not take the initiative to say it.

Then the girl formed seals with her hands, and a teleportation array lit up beneath her feet.

The feeling of weightlessness lasted only a few seconds, and then loud and noisy sounds rang in my ears.

Yan Qian'an had grabbed the girl's wrist without her knowing.

They appeared on the crowded street.

And in front of you.

The attic reaches into the sky, with familiar red lanterns and melodious music that is pleasant to the ears.

Tomato has built-in AI function, but it feels like it has not yet been tamed

here it is...

Wenyin Pavilion.

The expression on Yan Qian'an's face immediately turned cold.

Come to Wenyin Pavilion again? !

Has it been a month since the last time I was here?!

Just can't wait.

Ning Xiyuan didn't notice the change in Yan Qian'an's mood, she just stepped inside.

The madam came over, her face almost breaking with laughter.

"Hey, Immortal, you are here again!"

Although Wenyin Pavilion has many guests coming and going, it is hard to forget the young guest like this one who is generous, has a noble temperament and is still young.

Ning Xiyuan nodded and threw a top-grade spirit stone into the madam's arms.

"No need to follow."

She spoke, and walked towards the stairs skillfully.

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

He took it all in.

Laughed angrily.

How many times does the Young Master come in a month?

The madam smiled and turned around, then saw the young man in white at the door.

She was impressed by this one too!

A murderous Rakshasa who looks like a banished immortal!

The madam stopped smiling and looked like she was about to cry.

Aren’t these young couple going to stop at nothing and treat this little shop as a hobby?!

-

Ning Xiyuan went up several flights of stairs and found the painter at a familiar corner.

A ghostly talisman flew towards him and Ning Xiyuan dodged sideways.

"Brother, long time no see."

Ning Xiyuan walked forward and looked down at the man in yellow.

Twenty-five...

What a coincidence.

I almost couldn't participate in the competition.

"I'm selling my art, not my body."

The painter did not even raise his head and his voice was hazy, as if he was still drunk.

Ning Xiyuan placed a jar of wine in front of the painter.

"I need your help with something."

The painter paused with his brush, his eyes fixed on the wine.

He smelled it!

Good wine!

But help...

"Fellow Daoist, I am just a painter who can't lift anything with my hands or carry anything on my shoulders."

"Helping with this kind of thing..."

Before the painter could finish his words, there was a snap.

The tip of the sword had already pierced the table in front of him.

"Brother, I wanted to die but I didn't."

"There must be some reason why you can't die."

Ning Xiyuan supported himself on the table with one hand, his eyes level with the painter, the smile on his face growing brighter.

"I'm just... asking you for a small favor."

Artist: “…”

He looked at the wine, then at the pen in his hand.

Finally, his eyes fell on the extremely sharp sword in front of him, which was surrounded by murderous aura.

The sword that kills gods.

What an arrogant name.

only......

In this case, the word please...

There's really no need to say it.

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