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

"Shh!"

When the dagger was raised, the movement was so fast that it made a sharp sound as it cut through the air.

The tip of the sword was pointing clearly at Ning Xiyuan's heart.

Ning Xiyuan raised his head slightly and looked at the boy's expressionless face.

Unlike usual, he is not aggrieved, nor is he sarcastic or unreasonable. He is just a puppet who only knows how to follow orders.

"Kill him."

Ning Xiyuan shrugged slightly, with a smile on her lips, and she even walked towards Yan Qian'an.

There was a vague sense of relief in my heart that I couldn't explain.

That's how it should be.

What she wanted was for Yan Qi'an to kill her.

From the very beginning, she was willing to keep Yan Qi'an by her side just for this matter.

Ning Xiyuan took a big step forward and the dagger directly pierced the girl's outer shirt.

"clang!"

The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

It flashed brightly with a cold light.

Before Ning Xiyuan could react, the young man pounced on her and held her in his arms stiffly.

The familiar hot breath enveloped her again.

"Ning Ning."

The tone was a little strange, stiff and dull, but it was still Yan Qian'an's voice.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She leaned in Yan Qian'an's arms and was silent for a while.

Don’t kill?

The puppet disobeyed the orders of its master.

why?

【Ahhhh! I will raise the flag for the villain! 】

[I declare that being in love is the coolest thing!!]

The system is messing up.

God knows how scared it was just now.

It has finally managed to get to this point with the help of its host, and it will continue to fight back! !

The host almost died.

Forehead..

and many more!

The system came back to its senses.

Even the Supreme Realm cannot kill the host, so what was it worried about just now?

But it doesn’t matter, it is now a staunch supporter of Yan Qian’an.

Ning Xiyuan rubbed his temple and manually blocked the system.

She began to feel confused again.

The extraordinary behavior made her extremely irritated.

It's like...something is out of control.

What a mess.

"Okay, let go, let me see your injuries." Ning Xiyuan patted Yan Qian'an's back lightly and said in a deep voice.

She could already feel the confusion within her.

Also, the young man was holding the sword in his left hand, and his right hand was hanging in an extremely unnatural posture.

Thinking of this, Ning Xiyuan became a little more irritated.

Unfortunately, after she finished speaking, the young man in front of her remained unmoved.

Yan Qian'an's movements were still stiff, but he still held the girl tightly in his arms.

Ning Xiyuan took a deep breath and pushed the person away.

Once, no push.

Even after using some force, it didn't move.

The boy's arms seemed like an indestructible cage.

Ning Xiyuan sighed.

It’s over.

He was a son yesterday, but today he has turned into a fool.

"Yan Qi'an?"

"let go."

Ning Xiyuan tried to communicate.

She couldn't possibly chop off Yan Qian'an's arm, could she?

Since he didn't kill her just now, it means he still has some sanity left.

"Comrade Xiaoyan?"

"Ayan?"

"Yanyan!"

"let go."

It was not known which name made Yan Qianan react, but the boy finally put down his arms.

But there was no other action.

The two people still stuck together tightly.

Ning Xiyuan took a step back and looked at Yan Qi'an from a close distance.

Like an exquisite doll, without any vitality.

Beautiful and gorgeous, mixed with creepy weirdness.

Ning Xiyuan was in a trance for a moment.

She has seen many lifeless puppets that are controlled only by human consciousness.

It filled her entire childhood of darkness.

"Yanyan?"

Ning Xiyuan called out softly, with a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

Then she saw the boy's eyelashes tremble slightly, as if in response, and his eyes seemed to be looking at her.

Ning Xiyuan grabbed Yan Qi'an's left hand, shook his head slightly and sighed, then said: "Come with me, Yanyan."

Sure enough, the boy followed her footsteps and walked into the house.

Unlike usual, the size of Yan Qian'an's steps today was exactly the same as Ning Xiyuan's, which seemed a little weird.

Light footsteps sounded.

Extremely quiet.

Yan Qianan followed behind the girl, silent and obedient like a large cat.

The two people left and the yard returned to silence.

The dagger lying on the ground stood up, shook off the dust on its body, and followed dejectedly.

Even a python came out from the crack at the bottom and poked its head out.

Stay with the dagger.

Ah Mang shook his head and sighed frantically until his body became knotted.

Tsk tsk tsk, it had expected it.

Love cannot be obtained, hatred arises from love, and hatred for the extermination of the clan...

One day, the two will turn swords against each other.

Love...

Ning Xiyuan took Yan Qian'an's hand and walked through the bedroom towards the hot spring at the back.

Blood...

She couldn't stand the taste of blood.

She instructed Yan Qianan to rinse his mouth and to take off his dirty and torn coat.

Finally, he followed the boy into the water.

There was not a single unnecessary word throughout the entire process.

Ning Xiyuan touched the tip of his nose lightly, still feeling a little uncomfortable.

Although being quiet is good, she doesn't like it.

[The host's poisonous insect will flow into his heart veins at the latest after tonight]

【When the time comes...】

There is no way to save the situation.

Ning Xiyuan held Yan Qian'an's right hand while the system was speaking.

The boy's hands were slender and white, with slightly reddish joints, and were as beautiful as flawless jade.

But the wrist was red, swollen and purple, which was very eye-catching.

Ning Xiyuan gently touched the swollen area with his fingertips and said in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"

The wrist bone is broken.

It takes a long time to recover.

No one answered Ning Xiyuan's question. Ning Xiyuan looked up and saw those beautiful purple eyes staring at her.

There was a bit more concentration in the dullness.

"I hate dumb people."

Ning Xiyuan glared at Yan Qian'an fiercely, lowered his head, and carefully sent the spiritual energy into the boy's wrist.

The heart rate is not normal.

She hated feeling this way.

Strange and out of control.

Yan Qian'an would not kill her tonight, and would not kill her even if he was manipulated.

She should be upset and distressed by this.

But why...

Why was there still a vague sense of joy in her heart?

It shouldn't be like this.

【Host! ! 】

[Poison! Poison! ]

The system is reminding frantically.

It didn't even dare to think that if anything happened to Yan Qi'an, who could restrain the host?

If Yan Qi'an's mind has not recovered yet, but his cultivation has reached the level of Golden Immortal...

OK! I really don’t dare to think about it!

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

The system is too useless, I suspect it's due to connections.

She came to her senses, let go of Yan Qian'an's hand, and pushed him to the shore to sit down.

Then he casually swiped his wrist.

Bright red blood flowed into the boy's mouth.

[...That's fine.]

System representation.

The host ate the Bodhi fruit, and there was indeed something in his blood.

Better than the best panacea.

The boy's tongue licked his wrist, wet and hot.

"Yan Qi'an, you are so stupid."

Ning Xiyuan stared down at Yan Qian'an and cursed in a deep voice.

The unhappiness in my heart is gradually rising.

Demon Lord!

And...damn Heaven!