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

Ning Xiyuan felt the person in front of him stiffen all over and laughed twice.

He said in a slightly bewitching tone: "Do you think I deserve to die?"

Mysophobia.

Every villain has some bad habits, so she jumps up and down on the minefield.

Sooner or later you will die.

Either today or tomorrow.

Yan Qian wanted to laugh.

Ning Xi was so angry that he laughed.

He felt that the girl next to him was doing it on purpose, trying to provoke him.

It seems that the young master's intention to humiliate and play with him has not changed.

But the methods we use now are really childish compared to the past.

"Young Sect Leader is joking."

"Young Master has taken the blame for me and saved me from danger many times."

"You are hard on the outside but soft on the inside, I understand."

Yan Qian'an pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a faint smile, bent down slightly, grabbed Ning Xiyuan's hand and pressed it on his face.

"Whatever the young master wants, this slave can do it."

His voice was very soft, intentionally shortening the distance between them.

The girl's hands were cold and unexpectedly soft.

When the whole thing is pasted on, it seems to have the sweetness of grapes.

Yan Qian'an suddenly became silent. He had been slapped in the face, and many people had dared to bully him like this in the past.

So, he chopped off those people's hands.

They deserve death.

He was surprised at the overly soft touch, a feeling he had never experienced before.

After staying there for a long time, he suddenly realized that the young master's hand was so small that he could cover it all.

It can also be crushed...easily.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She wanted to hold her forehead and smile bitterly again.

The back molar is itching again.

Since coming to this world, I have been living more and more like a greasy boss.

She is so crazy!

Does Yan Qi'an really have no bottom line at all?!

Is it necessary to do something that harms others and does not benefit oneself? !

"Yan Qi'an, be reserved." Ning Xiyuan pulled his hand back expressionlessly, but unexpectedly the man held it even tighter.

He even grabbed her other hand and placed it directly on the belt around her waist.

"I am your fiancé."

Yan Qi'an's words were brief, but his actions and meaning were obvious.

The clothes after bathing were extremely thin. When she pressed her hands on them, she could feel the thriving muscles, hot and seductive.

Ning Xiyuan took a deep breath and tried hard to keep smiling.

Today the villain has refreshed her bottom line again.

"Nothing to say."

Ning Xiyuan pushed Yan Qian'an away and turned away.

The terrible feeling of wanting to kill someone but not being able to do so was driving her crazy.

Why did I encounter such a terrible thing?

She had to go find Shen Shiwei and take some pills to calm down.

Suddenly, a light breeze blew by my side, and the rustling sound of her dress and the sweet fragrance of the girl faded away.

There is also the sweetness of grapes.

Too cloying.

"ha..."

Yan Qian'an couldn't help but chuckle, as if he could imagine Ning Xiyuan leaving in a rage.

It's really easy to deal with if you just scare them and they'll go away.

So...is it just taking over someone else's body?

A...completely different soul.

Ning Xiyuan was about to leave, but heard Yan Qian'an's laughter.

Very light and pleasant.

But she could hear the ridicule in it.

So Ning Xiyuan stopped.

She just feels irritated and troubled, but she is not feudal.

"What are you laughing at?" Ning Xiyuan turned around and walked towards Yan Qi'an again. There was a smile on her lips, but her voice was a little cold.

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

He has always been good at disguising himself and keeping a low profile.

Just recently...

While Yan Qi'an was silent, Ning Xiyuan had already walked over.

The girl stretched out her slender fingers, lifted Yan Qian'an's chin slightly, and moved closer.

"What are you laughing at?"

"say?"

"Ok?"

Ning Xiyuan stood on tiptoe, leaned close to the boy's earlobe in a vicious manner, and blew a breath.

【...vomit】

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

The fist is hard.

Ning Xiyuan easily noticed Yan Qian'an's tension, and she saw forbearance on the boy's face again.

call.

Feeling much better.

"Why aren't you laughing?"

Ning Xiyuan's fingertips stroked the boy's neck and stopped at his Adam's apple.

"what?"

She leaned forward.

Yan Qian'an's skin was a sickly pale color, so the small red mole on his Adam's apple was particularly strange and conspicuous.

This person is just pretending to be gentle and submissive.

Only this red mole tears through the hypocrisy and reveals the boy's true appearance.

Beautiful, treacherous, and deadly.

Ning Xiyuan poked it and casually praised: "So beautiful."

Like mosquito blood.

The pleasure that belongs only to death.

Yan Qian'an's patience had reached its limit. He pursed his lips and finally felt something like regret.

madman.

Why would he bother with a madman?

As the girl spoke, her warm breath touched my neck, making it feel itchy and numb.

He didn't like this feeling of losing control.

So he stepped back.

Ning Xiyuan was very satisfied with Yan Qi'an's retreat and followed him: "Come on, fiancé."

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

At this moment, a talisman suddenly ignited in the air, and the voice of an old man sounded.

"Young Sect Master."

"I want to talk to you."

It was the voice of the Great Elder.

Yan Qian'an breathed a sigh of relief, Ning Xiyuan clicked his tongue and was about to turn around.

But he felt his feet go weak and he fell uncontrollably towards Yan Qian'an.

Unprepared, the two rolled on the ground together.

Ning Xiyuan:!!!

I want to curse and curse the system.

[Dear, mistake.] The system's voice seemed humble.

It was certainly not a mistake!

It's a strategy system!

Although the host's method of teasing people is old-fashioned and greasy, this is a great opportunity and it does not want to let it go easily.

Ning Xiyuan moved quickly. She got up swiftly and left without any regrets.

Yan Qian'an exerted a little force with his arms, half supporting his body, but he felt a burning sensation on his neck.

The soft touch is still there.

He had a cold face and did not move for a long time.

---

Ning Xiyuan went to the front hall.

The Great Elder is already here.

"What's the matter with me?"

Ning Xiyuan passed by the Great Elder and slumped down in the main chair, feeling hopeless.

So tired.

How come he isn't dead yet?

The Great Elder snorted coldly upon seeing this.

"Could the demonic riot yesterday be related to Yan Qi'an?"

There is something strange about the sword tomb, but we cannot find out where the evil energy comes from. This must be related to Yan Qi'an.

"It has nothing to do with it."

Ning Xiyuan's words are concise and to the point.

The Great Elder had anticipated Ning Xiyuan's answer. He stepped forward and pressed the issue, "This is a serious matter. Young Sect Master must not cover up for him."

Ning Xiyuan: "...We have always been together. What the Great Elder meant is..."

"That evil spirit is also related to me?"

The girl sat up, leaned forward slightly, and said in a calm voice.

“Instead of looking for Yan Qi’an, why not go to Qianhan Peak to look for him? Maybe we can find the body of the demon.”

The last time the demons launched a surprise attack, it was disrupted by this unlucky girl, and no one in the Futu Sect has noticed any clues until now.

Great Elder: "..."

He understood what the girl said and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Are there demons lurking in Qianhan Peak?

But when his eyes fell on the girl's messy hair and loose clothes, combined with Ning Xiyuan's obvious fatigue, the Great Elder's face became even darker.

What a nonsense!

How can you hang out with demons all day long?

So out of control!

--small theater--

Now Yan Qi'an (sneer): I am your fiancé

From now on, Yan Qian'an (gritting his teeth): I am your fiancé!

Sister Ning: ...Get lost