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

From then on, all the chaos had nothing to do with Ning Xiyuan.

The White Lotus Sect colluded with Feilong Village.

The Xingyun Palace committed murder and framed the Regent.

The emperor did not expect this mess, but Li Changyan was prepared for it.

Whether he opposed it or not, he always prepared for the worst.

Especially now...

Taking advantage of the chaos to control the emperor and take over the palace seems to be a good option.

The emperor wanted to meet Ning Xiyuan alone, but Ning Xiyuan was ready to go back to bed.

It's boring to watch other people laugh at such a noisy scene.

Ok.

Yes, boring.

Ning Xiyuan took the grapes that she had just put down and left leisurely in the night.

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When I returned to the yard, I saw that Yuzhu's yard was brightly lit.

The man's back looked particularly lonely in the flickering candlelight.

Ning Xiyuan walked over and saw that the stone table was already piled with gold ingots made from paper.

"grown ups."

Yuzhu stood up and saluted, then put down the half-broken gold ingot in her hand and prepared to make tea for Ning Xiyuan.

Ning Xiyuan: “No need.”

She picked up a piece of golden paper, her eyes a little dazed.

The man moved quickly, and a neatly-arranged gold ingot soon appeared in his hand.

Yuzhu: "...your Excellency's movements are very skillful..."

He stopped talking halfway through.

That's a bit presumptuous.

These things used to worship the dead...are never good things.

Ning Xiyuan snorted lightly and said calmly: "Give it to those wandering ghosts."

She doesn't need it herself.

After all, I didn't pray for an afterlife.

The two of them sat there in silence. As the gold ingots on the table grew in number, no one spoke.

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Ning Xiyuan rubbed his temples and felt a slight headache.

She's really crazy, staying up late at night folding these things.

Ning Xiyuan couldn't help but curse himself and prepared to leave.

I felt my legs go weak as soon as I stood up.

The tendons and veins expand and the blood flows backwards.

The dantian was burning as if it was about to explode, and the bone-eating pain came suddenly without any warning.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

This familiar feeling...

She fell down on the stone chair, her face turned pale, and cold sweat instantly covered the tip of her nose.

"Sir?!" Yuzhu noticed the girl's strange behavior and asked hurriedly.

Ning Xiyuan raised his hand with difficulty.

Don't panic.

In the end, he never uttered the four words. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood flowed directly into Yuzhu's arms.

Yuzhu:!!!

system:! ! !

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Yan Qian'an only stayed in the Demon Realm for a few days.

Neither killing people nor conquering cities could calm the restlessness in his heart.

The Demon Lord came and went, and even though he had planted a poisonous insect in his body, he still felt uneasy.

Whatever he was doing in the spirit world...it wouldn't end so easily.

But at least he can do it openly now.

As for future events...we can only take precautions.

Yan Qian'an thought so and soon returned to the human world.

It seemed that he had gotten used to having Ning Xiyuan around without realizing it.

More appropriate...

Yan Qian'an lowered his eyes, with murderous intent and unconcealable hostility surging in his eyes.

Those humiliations are still fresh in our memory.

He is determined to obtain the Nuwa Stone.

The Regent's Palace was quiet, even the secret guards who usually guarded the palace were not there.

The light in Yuzhu's yard was particularly dazzling.

He stood in the darkness, looking at the girl and Yuzhu sitting opposite each other, the candlelight stretching their shadows very long.

The smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly froze.

The joyful mood along the way came to an abrupt end at this moment.

As he watched the girl fall into the man's arms, murderous intent burst out from his heart. For a moment, he wished the whole world would be stained with blood.

Just kill them all.

What are you rushing back for?

Do you really think you are a dog?!

After all the restlessness reached its peak, he still keenly smelled the familiar smell of blood.

He moved behind Yuzhu almost instantly, and before Yuzhu was about to speak in panic, he had already put his arm around the girl's shoulders.

"Ning... Ning Xiyuan?" He couldn't describe his feelings at that moment.

Even the sound is difficult.

He picked the girl up by the waist and instantly felt the chaotic and brutal aura in the girl's body.

The evil energy surged in his hands, but was suppressed before it could gather.

The pair of white, slender hands were stained with blood and tightly grasped his wrist.

"Don't...don't use..."

The intense pain made his brain unusually clear, and Ning Xiyuan uttered these words through gritted teeth.

It felt like there was a fire in my throat, and the burning sensation was getting worse.

If the evil spirit was detected by the ring, not only would her mission be failed, but she would also be in a lot of trouble.

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

In the silence, helplessness almost swallowed him up.

How to do?

His face was solemn, and he hurried back to Ning Xiyuan's yard.

Yuzhu stood in place, his hands slightly raised, and large stains of blood on his green gown.

He couldn't control the shaking.

His heart was beating violently. This was the second time he faced life and death so directly.

He was far less indifferent to life and death and far less callous than he imagined.

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The moonlight is like water, and the bedroom is bright.

Yan Qi'an staggered, clutched Ning Xiyuan's sleeve, and his voice trembled.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

I don’t know whether he was comforting himself or the girl in his arms.

He was not as calm as he appeared.

So he staggered and knocked over the upright screen, but was unwilling to put the girl on the bed.

He lowered his eyes.

The girl's slender fingers tightly grasped the front of his clothes, and the blood dyed the cloth red, soaking it and spreading in the air little by little.

"Ningning, I..."

Yan Qian'an gently held Ning Xiyuan's cheek with his right hand. The blood from the corner of the girl's mouth quickly flowed over the back of his hand and dripped onto the white sleeves.

He couldn't say anything.

Just like he was powerless now and could only watch the girl curl up in his arms.

What was brewing in my heart was murderous intent, irritability, and a pain that kept coming back.

An indescribable feeling completely enveloped him.

The girl was wearing a black dress, but the blood-red color on his body was shockingly glaring.

For the first time, he even felt disgusted by such a color.

He couldn't even blame anyone.

Apart from the initial shock and tension, he had already seen it.

This is the soul-breaking pill.

It's a poison with no antidote.

He fed it to Ning Xiyuan with his own hands.

"Ningning, it's okay..."

"Ningning..."

He lowered his head and hugged the girl in his arms tighter, but then let go again out of fear.

It will hurt her.

Yan Qian felt ridiculous.

What are you panicking about?

She obviously won't die.

The effects of the medicine will wear off quickly.

He knows.

But it's uncontrollable. My heart seems to be twisted into a ball and blood is dripping.

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Soul-breaking Pill is... uh... the previous plot, everyone has not forgotten it...

It's okay, I don't think this is a knife...