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

Yan Qi'an gnashed his teeth: "Good father?!"

Can I exercise my father's right to beat his rebellious daughter?!

Ning Xiyuan sensed that Yan Qi'an's breath was not smooth, and laughed twice: "Really."

Very patient.

You can coax children...right?

Every child will like it.

"There's a storyteller over there, go and listen!" Ning Xiyuan patted Yan Qian'an on the back and changed the subject.

Yan Qian'an held Ning Xiyuan in one hand.

The other hand had already crushed the wooden stick of the candied haws.

He suddenly hated Ning Xiyuan for becoming smaller.

Why did she think of herself as a "good father"?

It's crazy.

But if Ning Xiyuan had not become smaller, he would never have come to the Demon Realm to find him.

Only when Yan Qian'an was with Ning Xiyuan did he feel that he was a really good-tempered person.

The teahouse was packed with people. The bald man in the middle was talking eloquently about the battle for the leader of Feixian Sect.

What about the beauty trap and the chain of traps?

The mistress takes the position, the brothers quarrel, and the love between Longyang.

There is nothing that cannot be expressed in words, only things that cannot be imagined.

Yan Qian'an asked for a good private room on the second floor.

Open the window and the storyteller's voice can be heard clearly.

Two people sat on chairs by the window, listening and eating melon seeds.

When Ning Xiyuan was in a good mood, he would occasionally remember to share half of the melon seeds with Yan Qian'an.

really.

Eating melons is the most relaxing program.

According to the storyteller, that guy, Ji Yunqing is actually the son of his second uncle's concubine.

This is quite explosive.

"Most of it is just fabricated nonsense. It is of no use to your understanding of the six major sects." Yan Qian'an took the melon seeds from Ning Xiyuan, his voice calm.

This is the Demon Realm.

If you make up a story about the six major sects and slander the world of cultivation, naturally there will be a lot of listeners.

"Yeah." Ning Xiyuan responded to Yan Qi'an while eating melon seeds.

Why come out to relax and think about things that require thinking?

Yan Qi'an: "..."

The young man let out a sigh and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the plate in front of Ning Xiyuan.

got used to.

When Ning Xiyuan changed a plate of melon seeds and continued to eat them, the storyteller below had shifted his story from Feixianmen to Zhenhun City.

As expected, Ning Xiyuan heard some stories about the Lord of Zhenhun City.

No matter if he is an ox-headed and horse-faced monster or has three heads and six arms, the mysterious lord of Zhenhun City who has not appeared for a thousand years is not a human being.

Among them, the storyteller also sang the praises of the moving love story between the Lord of Zhenhun City and the high priest Pei Yin.

Yan Qi'an sneered, but turned around and saw Ning Xiyuan, and cleared his throat: "Ningning, what do you think?"

Love is ridiculous.

But Ning Xiyuan couldn't just remain silent.

Perhaps he should try to change Ning Xiyuan's mind.

Love doesn't last forever.

But now, he just wants to be with her.

Ning Xiyuan also sneered in the same tone as Yan Qi'an, and then rolled his eyes.

The child said in a childish voice with a half-dead tone: "Look with your eyes."

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

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he held back his sarcastic words and tried to keep smiling: "Soul-Suppressing City has been around for a thousand years, and the high priestess has also been waiting for her lover for a thousand years."

After saying that, he looked at Ning Xiyuan and rolled his eyes at him again.

Afraid that Ning Xiyuan would say something rubbish again, she quickly added, "Ningning, maybe love can last forever."

"Just like... Pei Yin and the Soul-Suppressing City Lord."

Yan Qian'an said everything against his will.

There were thousands of rumors about Soul-Calming City, but the one he believed least was the tragic love story.

The position of city lord is vacant, and there may be many interests involved, but the word "love" alone is too frivolous.

but..

Yan Qian'an looked at Ning Xiyuan with a hint of anticipation.

They are the same kind of people.

But he desperately wants his kind to change.

Ning Xiyuan: "They are fake."

Yan Qi'an: "Ningning is too absolute."

Yan Qian'an gritted his teeth and was about to continue talking nonsense.

But Ning Xiyuan raised his hand and threw a melon seed into Yan Qi'an's mouth: "You are fake too."

You don't even believe it yourself, so why are you telling it out loud to fool people?

Yan Qian'an burst out laughing.

It seems that Ningning still understands him very well.

The storyteller below was still talking eloquently.

Above, the atmosphere between the two people was a little solemn.

Mainly Yan Qi'an.

He felt a little lonely in his heart.

Even if what he expected was a miracle that was unlikely to happen.

The communication talisman on Yan Qian'an's waist lit up.

Soon, the boy's expression changed.

He frowned, his eyes filled with uncontrollable irritation.

Which blind idiot did he have to do this at this time?

He had to go back quickly.

but...

Yan Qianan turned his head and saw the little girl curled up in the chair looking particularly comfortable.

He had stopped eating melon seeds and was now sipping juice from a crystal glass.

There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

It is clear.

Ning Xiyuan was in a good mood and was very interested in this activity.

He didn't want to spoil the fun.

and......

Yan Qianan lowered his eyes and gently raised the corners of his mouth.

He is very happy.

Although Ning Xiyuan was unreasonable, stubborn, and spoke harshly...

Yan Qian'an suddenly stopped smiling.

He didn't know what he was happy about.

While resting downstairs, Ning Xiyuan quickly glanced at the boy with a complicated expression and asked casually: "Is there anything urgent?"

The boy opposite immediately looked at her: "Yes, Ningning."

Yan Qi'an felt a moment of joy in his heart.

It was rare that Ning Xiyuan could notice his mood changes at this time.

really...

Ning Xiyuan smiled, understandingly: "Then you go back first."

I was caught off guard and recalled the system's inexplicable instructions this morning - don't make the target of your pursuit angry to death.

I find it a bit funny.

So she added: "I don't need you to accompany me."

"..."

Okay, no as expected.

Yan Qianan stopped smiling.

He couldn't help but want to bite his back teeth.

It's okay, he's not angry.

"it is good."

There was a long silence, and when the storyteller's voice was heard again from below, Yan Qian'an stood up and said yes.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with what Ning Xiyuan said.

She's not really a child.

but...

Being unhappy means being unhappy.

When Yan Qian'an was about to leave with a gloomy face, he turned around and glanced at Ning Xiyuan's back.

Sighed.

"Red Cloud."

He shouted coldly.

Soon, a man in black walked out of the thick fog, with his hair on his forehead covering a thumb-sized scar.

"Young Master." The man in black knelt down and saluted Yan Qian'an.

Yan Qian raised his chin and said, "Follow her."

Ning Xiyuan had covered up all the pure spiritual energy with demonic energy before it came out.

But I'm always a little worried.

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I'm back.

I haven't written for a long time, and my fingers feel a lot less skilled.