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

Ning Xiyuan put the person on the bed, stuffed the pill into his pocket while cursing, and when he left, he caught a glimpse of the bandages on his wrists.

Very neat, two beautiful bows.

The remaining touch on the boy's fingertips seemed to become clear again.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

After a long silence, she finally sat back on the bed and pulled up Yan Qian'an's clothes.

The boy usually looks thin, but he actually has just the right amount of muscles.

There were wounds all over his chest and body.

Each wound is the length of a palm and the thickness of a thumb.

It has not yet fully recovered and has taken on a hideous purple color.

It's unclear what the injury was.

Ning Xiyuan's face looked ugly.

She took out the ointment from the cupboard and applied it on Yan Qi'an.

After hearing the boy's inhalation, he slowed down his movements.

Yan Qi'an...

They are allies, and if there are any problems they should at least solve them together.

In this current situation...

Ning Xiyuan considered finding a rope to tie Yan Qian'an and her together.

Otherwise, the next time I see you, you might be a corpse by surprise.

The process of treating the wound is cumbersome.

Ning Xiyuan never expected that he would have such a heavy workload right after finishing a slump.

In fact, she was also a wounded person. After being awake for a while, she felt very tired.

It would be better to die.

Ning Xiyuan struggled to tidy up Yan Qi'an, and then he ran to the soft couch beside to sleep.

I fell asleep quickly, but the quality of sleep was not very high.

As soon as she fell asleep, she began to dream.

In the dream, she was still the weak person who was at the mercy of others.

She watched helplessly as the crazy woman tied her to a stone pillar and slowly approached with a dagger in her hand.

This time she seemed like a ghost and could only play the role of a bystander.

"I remember...I remember! Xixi doesn't have a teardrop mole."

The woman pointed the tip of her knife at the girl's eye.

The teardrop mole is surprisingly red.

Beautiful and dazzling.

"Ugly! Too ugly! Can you help me cut it off?"

"You are still my mother's good daughter."

"Be good and obey."

The woman's voice was gentle, but it sounded like the whisper of a devil, filling people with fear.

Ning Xiyuan covered his heart.

Although she was just a bystander, this suffocating feeling of being unable to break free and being at the mercy of others still swept over her and was unavoidable.

so...

Some people cannot get rid of the hatred in their hearts even if they kill someone a thousand times.

Ning Xiyuan struggled to break free from the restraints and when he struggled to sit up, he fell into a warm embrace.

She wrapped her arms around the man's waist and leaned against his chest, panting slightly to calm her breathing.

"Nightmare?"

The boy's voice was soft and a little weak. He was seriously injured and had not yet recovered, but he still held her tightly.

Ning Xiyuan did not let go.

She just asked in a muffled voice: "Did I disturb you?"

Is it because of the fusion of spirit and soul that these forgotten things have become clear again?

She couldn't accept it.

I seem to still be brooding over the past.

Clearly...she had killed the root of all the mistakes with her own hands.

Yan Qianan lowered his eyes and could see the girl's profile, which was a little blurry.

Her long hair just spread out softly, draping over her shoulders and extending to her waist.

"No." Yan Qian'an denied it flatly.

But he didn't say anything more.

He just heard her talking in her sleep.

Like a nightmare.

So he walked towards her.

"Are you still sleeping?"

It was Yan Qian who broke the silence first. The young man spoke in a soft voice and when he asked, he bent down, picked up the girl and held her in his arms.

Walk towards the bed.

The couch is too small, so it's normal that you can't sleep well.

Ning Xiyuan grabbed Yan Qian'an's arm and shook his head.

No more sleeping.

His cultivation had already reached the Golden Elixir stage, so he didn't need to sleep.

Dreaming about those things again...

Ning Xiyuan felt unlucky just thinking about it.

The two of them sat next to each other on the bed, and no one spoke.

Yan Qian'an suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the person into his arms.

He actually wanted to ask.

Why did Pei Xuan appear in Wutong Palace today?

But I don’t know how to start.

Ever since the competition ended that day, the girl in his arms seemed to be in poor condition.

He is indifferent to everything, yet he is so close to Pei Xuan.

In his heart...

"Ningning..."

In the end, he just called out these two words.

The boy's voice was very soft, but it seemed as hot as his body temperature, burning into Ning Xiyuan's heart.

Ning Xiyuan's hand unconsciously clenched the boy's sleeve.

His arms no longer had the sweetness of grapes, but were filled with the smell of medicine.

A bit bitter.

"Yan Qi'an..."

Ning Xiyuan wanted to ask what Yan Qian'an was doing.

If it's dangerous...why not take her with you.

But she didn't finish her words.

What if...what's the secret?

Always give the villain some personal space.

Yan Qian'an discovered that he seemed to like Ning Xiyuan's voice very much, especially when he read his name.

He wanted to hug her tighter.

Since childhood...no one, and he would never allow anyone, to be so close to him.

This feeling...

Makes him want more contact.

Yan Qianan put the light blue pendant necklace around the girl's neck.

His fingers touched the back of his neck, which felt a little itchy, but Yan Qian'an quickly withdrew his hand.

Ning Xiyuan lowered his head.

The teardrop-shaped pendant emits a blue light in the darkness.

Can't tell the material.

Dreamlike...

Pretty.

"what is this?"

Ning Xiyuan asked.

Yan Qi'an: "Stone."

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Such a perfunctory answer is not credible at all.

"Wearing it affects my sleep. I don't like such troublesome things."

Ning Xiyuan supported himself on the bed with one hand, propped himself up, and looked into the boy's eyes face to face.

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

He wanted to bite his back teeth.

But in fact, he had already begun to grit his teeth.

Yes, she doesn't like these overly complicated things.

"Don't pick it."

"It's the Soul-Fixing Bead."

Yan Qian'an grabbed the girl's hand and spoke quickly.

No matter why Ning Xiyuan was able to remain safe and sound in the soul-driving formation, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

This time, her problem seemed to be solved.

Why am I injured?

Because the Soul-Fixing Orb is hard to find, even if you find it, there are ferocious beasts guarding it.

A rare existence.

It even only exists in the upper spiritual world.

Ning Xiyuan held the Soul-Fixing Orb in one hand, with a strange emotion filling his heart.

She looked at Yan Qian'an.

Do not understand.

Yan Qian'an's strength is clearly not at its peak. Is a soul-fixing bead worth the risk?

The girl's gaze was too direct.

Yan Qian'an's eyes avoided hurriedly.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the hand clasped with Ning Xiyuan.

"You...can only die in my hands."

Ning Xiyuan's lips curled up slightly, and the emotions in her heart gradually faded away. She was very satisfied with Yan Qian'an's answer.

So the answer was very quick.

she says--

"of course."

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Okay, dear babies.

Good night to us