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

Is it poisonous or not?

Ning Xiyuan didn't care.

Anyway, it’s not a good thing. Eating more of them won’t make you live longer.

smell...

Sweet.

Sickeningly sweet.

Ning Xiyuan frowned immediately. She hated the taste and regretted it.

After finishing the floating fruit in his hand, he didn’t pick a second one.

After just two steps, the surrounding environment became distorted and vague, and soon, the beautiful dreamlike garden disappeared.

A cold dark room, narrow windows, and heavy snow.

"Snapped!"

A slap on the face, burning with pain.

Ning Xiyuan fell to the corner, his consciousness began to blur, only his thin and scarred hands...

Not hers.

It's hers too.

"Cry! Why don't you cry!"

The figure of a woman gradually appeared before my eyes, in white clothes and with long hair.

Beautiful and charming.

But the woman's face was filled with madness. She kept shaking Ning Xiyuan's shoulders and yelling like crazy: "Cry!"

"Cry to me if it hurts!"

Ning Xiyuan sighed softly and lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes.

There was just a slight hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

how many years.

She almost forgot it herself.

Floating fruit...

So this is the function.

Life is like a dream, passing like smoke, these illusory things...

Who can be trapped?

Ning Xiyuan drew out the dagger in his hand and decisively stabbed it into the woman's chest, causing blood to spurt out.

“Xi...Xi...Xi...”

The woman extended her hand towards Ning Xiyuan, and the thin girl walked past her and out.

The scene shattered into nothingness, leaving only the woman's heart-wrenching voice.

Ning Xiyuan didn't look back, his expression was cold, almost numb.

The garden again.

The stars dot the sweet dreams.

The starlight melted into snow, creating a new illusion.

"Xixi, are the cakes made by my mother delicious?"

A woman's voice sounded, quiet and gentle.

Brightly colored pastries immediately appeared in front of Ning Xiyuan, emitting a sweet, sickening smell.

A woman's hand appeared in sight, with crystal clear gems inlaid on her fingertips.

"Xixi likes the cakes made by Auntie the most, right?"

The voice beside my ear sounded like an urgency.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Before the woman could go crazy, Ning Xiyuan had already pulled out the dagger.

The scene turns back again.

It is no longer a garden, but it is still in Qingluan Peak.

The illusions continued, overlapping each other, as if to swallow people whole.

The world has become a mixture of truth and falsehood, as if it were an illusion.

Ning Xiyuan will not easily get lost in the false world.

But Qingluan Peak was equally fake and unfamiliar to her.

"Yan Qi'an..."

The only person who had the most contact was Yan Qian'an.

And she kept breaking the illusion and was heading towards Yan Qian'an's residence.

This is largely due to the system’s contribution.

It is clear about its mission.

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In the northwest corner of Qingluan Peak, a barrier was set up outside the simple and dilapidated hut.

"Young Master, we have discovered traces of the Puppet Clan in the Wuwang Sea."

"Once the puppet is completed, the young master can leave Futu Sect without anyone noticing."

The demon kneeling on the ground had cultivation level comparable to that of the black-robed man in the daytime.

Although the boy was sitting on a wooden chair, his aura was still strong.

Yan Qian'an was stepping on a corpse.

The blood under the corpse was flowing in all directions, which looked horrible.

People from Mount Futu.

He had been in the Buddhist sect for three years and had suffered a lot of humiliation.

People... it's fun to kill one a day.

"Those old guys won't let me go until I die."

"Since King Biancheng wants to secretly attack the cultivation world, let their people blow up Qingluan Peak."

The dagger in Yan Qian'an's hand was still stained with blood, but he didn't care at all. His purple eyes were bright and intoxicating, and his voice faintly revealed an excitement that he couldn't suppress.

The demon who was kneeling on the ground looked up at the young man and said hesitantly: "I'm afraid King Biancheng doesn't have the courage."

Yan Qian wiped the dagger with a slight smile.

"Give them a little sweetness."

There is nothing a desperado dares not to do.

The demon was about to respond when the door behind him suddenly opened and a cold wind blew in.

The girl's figure appeared in front of the two men.

The demons immediately stood up, ready to kill and silence the witnesses at any time.

"Yan Qi'an..."

Ning Xiyuan held his forehead with his hand, his temple was aching badly.

Seeing the young man in white, he felt a little relieved, but was immediately swallowed up by the illusion again.

Yan Qianan stood up and frowned.

The girl's face was slightly red, and as she walked towards him, her steps were unsteady and she looked out of sorts.

This is...

The demons recognized Ning Xiyuan.

This is the person who blatantly humiliates their young master all day long!

It should be cut into pieces.

Today she discovered the secret, so of course I can't let her stay!

But it is not his turn to take action, the young master will handle it himself.

Yan Qian'an really moved. He stood up from his chair and walked towards Ning Xiyuan.

Playing with a dagger in his hand.

Killed?

Really are...

His plan was ruined again.

After taking a few steps, the girl completely ignored the dagger in his hand and threw herself directly into his arms, with her own fragrance spreading in the air.

Yan Qian'an did not move and let Ning Xiyuan hang on him.

The cold hands tightly grasped his collar, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

Those eyes that had always been dull suddenly became clear for a moment when they looked at him.

"Yan Qi'an."

The girl's voice was unusually firm.

Banquet for Qi'an.

Ning Xiyuan silently recited these three words in his heart, raised his hand and killed another person.

These illusions are fragmented.

And disgusting.

It's all old news.

She didn't know how long the effect would last, but she would eventually wake up.

Now she understood why Yan Qian'an said those words at that time.

Presumably, the original owner was also well aware of the effect of the Floating Life Fruit, so it was normal for him to feed it to Yan Qian'an and laugh at his joke.

Ning Xiyuan saw the dagger in Yan Qian'an's hand, and she reached out to grab it.

Either the people in the illusion die.

Or she dies.

If possible, she prefers the latter.

The girl's hand tried to grab the dagger without hesitation, but Yan Qian'an let go.

The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He held the wrist and frowned: "Did you eat the floating fruit?"

This state...

Ning Xiyuan: "Hmm?"

She was briefly lucid again. She looked at the face that was so familiar that it annoyed her, and didn't hear clearly what Yan Qian'an said.

Yan Qi'an stretched out his hand, held Ning Xiyuan's waist, and asked in a low voice: "How much do you want to eat?"

Ning Xiyuan rubbed his temple and said hoarsely, "One."

"madman."

Yan Qian cursed under his breath.

The effect of floating fruit is extremely strong and the side effects are severe.

In the past, that idiot was afraid that he would die, so he only dared to feed him a few pieces.

He was not affected, but he didn't mind acting a little ugly to confuse everyone.

This madman dared to eat one raw?

Yan Qian'an supported Ning Xiyuan's waist.

"Kill me, quickly." Ning Xiyuan struggled, grabbed Yan Qian'an's hand and put it around his neck.

These visions made her very unhappy.

In a little while...

She's going to be angry.

If she loses control...she can't promise anyone that she will do anything out of line.

Ning Xiyuan's hands didn't have much strength, he just placed his hand lightly next to her face and then let it drop.

In fact, the girl had already consumed most of her energy walking along the way.

A thin layer of sweat formed on the tip of his nose.

However, Yan Qian'an's gaze was still focused on the red teardrop mole at certain moments.

Bright.

Like blood.

So I pressed my thumb on it and rubbed it hard, but the teardrop mole was still there.

Not blood.

Ning Xiyuan suddenly raised her hand and placed it on Yan Qian'an's neck. She stood on tiptoe and leaned close to the boy's ear.

“Kill me now!”

"Otherwise...I will..."

"Kill you!"

The girl's voice trembled with excitement, which was exactly what Yan Qian'an was most familiar with.

Love of death, love of killing.

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I decided to change to a light color for the cover~

The second chapter is over, darlings.