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

When Yan Qi'an pushed the door open, Ning Xiyuan was drinking with the painter.

The man in the yellow thin shirt had his collar open, revealing a large area of ​​skin. Although he was wearing makeup and feather earrings, the muscle lines on his chest were still smooth.

The toughness seems to be softened and sharpened, which is inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

"Young Sect Master."

Good job!

Yan Qian'an's voice was cold.

That feeling comes again.

The inexplicable irritability and anger are disgusting.

Want to kill someone.

When he shouted like that, the two people sitting next to each other turned their heads at the same time.

"Drink! Come!" The painter turned around and shouted to invite Yan Qi'an.

Ning Xiyuan raised the wine jug in his hand.

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

He remained silent, suppressing the messy and dark thoughts in his heart.

"he's drunk."

Feeling Yan Qi'an sitting next to her, Ning Xiyuan spoke with some emotion.

Drink away your sorrows.

Drunken life and dreaming of death.

very nice.

Not everyone can get drunk.

Yan Qianan keenly noticed the unusual tone in the girl's voice. He snatched the wine from Ning Xiyuan's hand and said coldly, "So what?"

There's nothing to pay too much attention to when you're drunk.

Just an incompetent drunk.

His hand missed and Ning Xiyuan turned around to meet Yan Qian'an's eyes.

Like a shining purple gem.

"Blessed people."

"Isn't it?"

She started to laugh.

Yan Qian'an's grip on the wine glass gradually tightened, and complex emotions surged in the girl's eyes.

It's sadness, jealousy...

Or is it endless desolation and numbness?

Yan Qian'an felt a sudden sharp pain at the tip of his heart, and an inexplicable sourness spread, filling his entire heart.

Bored.

again......

He actually felt compassion for a madman.

Yan Qianan avoided the girl's sight, stood up, and poured all the sobering soup into the painter's mouth.

The cold dagger was pressed against the painter's face.

"You are very beautiful."

The boy's voice is just like him. At first glance, it's as gentle as the wind, and it makes people's hearts flutter.

But then, the same gentle voice came: "I am good at knife skills, I can..."

"I will peel off your skin completely and make it into a kite."

“Keep beauty and youth forever.”

It is instructive and progressive, with a very vivid visual effect.

The painter was no longer drunk immediately.

Ning Xiyuan: "...Comrade Xiaoyan, calm down."

Did this painter have any conflicts with Yan Qian'an before?

[Difficult to evaluate]

The system simply replied with two words.

Of course it’s hard to judge!

The lower spirit world has 25-year-old gods, so what's the good of this shabby system that knows nothing?

Yan Qian'an's hand holding the knife paused slightly.

Small banquet...

He couldn't help but sneer.

The young sect leader is still a young girl, but her tone of voice is mature.

Inexplicably, the hostility in his heart seemed to have dissipated a lot.

He sat back down beside Ning Xiyuan.

This time, he put his arms around the girl's waist and held her in his arms.

The difference in body size seems to reveal their age.

"I will tell you everything I know." The painter sighed and collapsed to the ground.

It's his bad luck to meet these two crazy men and women.

"It's simple. I want you to join the Four Directions Meeting."

Ning Xiyuan made a long story short.

Artist: “…”

Does he look like some kind of hermit?

The Quartet Meeting?

After coming to Wenyin Pavilion for two or three years, he had also heard some things.

These are all activities of young geniuses, what do they have to do with a waste like him.

"Fellow Daoist, you've got the wrong person. This is a brothel."

“It’s not a big sect.”

The painter was about to say something else, but the Sword of God Slaying was already across his neck.

"Spiritual Transformation Realm, 25 years old."

"There's no one better than you."

Ning Xiyuan's voice was very soft and his smile was very bright, but the hand holding the sword was shaking a little and accidentally touched the painter's neck.

Yan Qianan didn't say anything.

He could see that the painter in front of him had a different level of skill, but...

Ning Xiyuan knew it so clearly! These two people really have known each other for a long time.

The painter was stunned, but his mind was clear. He looked up and looked at the girl holding the sword.

Fifteen.

Cultivation level... unknown.

But it's absolutely genius.

True geniuses all have a unique temperament.

“Hahaha!” The painter laughed. “I have fallen to this point, how dare I talk about realm?”

"Fellow Daoist, please look for another one..."

Before the painter could finish his words, another dagger was already pressed against his forehead.

artifact.

There are actually two artifacts of this quality in the lower spirit world. What's rare is that...

Each of the husband and wife gets one.

"It's no big deal to decline in your cultivation. I have great confidence in you." Ning Xiyuan smiled, "Follow me, there's wine to drink."

The painter smiled.

Does he have the right to refuse?

I never thought that he, who has been living such a useless life, would be threatened by others one day.

"It's a pity that my hand is broken and I can't hold the sword anymore."

The painter's voice was regretful.

Raise your hand for Ning Xiyuan to see.

really...

The tendons and veins are broken, toxins are accumulated, and heavy objects cannot be lifted.

Ning Xiyuan: "Look, I think you have a talent for talisman cultivation."

Ning Xiyuan said as he took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"This talisman is stronger than a ghost."

Painter: "This is the apple I drew."

Ning Xiyuan: "It doesn't matter. What matters is that you have such a talent that cannot be concealed."

"There's wine."

Ning Xiyuan finally reiterated.

The Sword of God-Slaying made a humming sound, as if the painter's head would roll to the side if any unsatisfactory answer came out.

Artist: "...Okay."

Does he have the right to say no?

Ning Xiyuan retracted the Sword of God Execution, but the dagger between the painter's eyebrows was still sharp.

"what?"

She turned her head and looked at Yan Qian'an behind her.

"My respected young master, his appearance really satisfies me."

"The process of peeling the skin... must be very enjoyable."

The curve of Yan Qian'an's mouth was cold, and the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised.

Regarding the fact that the young sect leader has gained a new ally.

He was very unhappy.

Artist: “…”

He used a swear word but didn't know whether to use it as a curse or not.

Deep well ice!

Ning Xiyuan's eyes flickered slightly, and after a while, he said word by word: "You are the one who peels people's skin with your hands..."

"To peel the fruit for me?"

"Well done."

"Yan Qi'an."

Yan Qi’an: ???

He put away his dagger, frowned, and explained: "I washed my hands."

Ning Xiyuan: “Ha.”

Just laugh it off.

Yan Qi'an: "Wash it many times."

Both involve peeling, isn't that a conflict?

The painter touched his forehead and still felt a dull pain.

The two people in front of me were already arguing about the difference between peeling grapes and peeling human skin.

He took another sip of wine secretly.

Cool!

That's cool!

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Artist: It’s a genius. I’m very familiar with this feeling.

Ning Xiyuan: No, you’ve got it wrong. He’s not a genius, he’s a big shot.

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Good night babies~

It’s been a long time since I said goodnight to you all.