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

The underground palace was brightly lit.

Even though they had hundreds of people, they seemed isolated and helpless after entering the underground palace.

A magnificent heritage.

They are so insignificant and not worth mentioning.

The silence lasted for a long time, until the illusion quietly enveloped all of them.

Sunset, sunset dusk.

In front of them was a dilapidated little village.

Dead trees and fallen leaves were everywhere, making crisp sounds underfoot.

The silence is filled with weirdness.

"Be careful."

Ning Jin, who was walking in front, said coldly.

When I turned around and looked again, I found that nearly half of the people in the team were missing.

The remaining people all had solemn looks in their eyes.

But no one panicked.

Those who came today are all inner disciples.

Ning Xiyuan looked around; she felt that the aura in the illusion was quite familiar to her.

It was very similar to the illusion that he entered that day for the resurrection grass.

If you want to pass, just commit suicide.

Ning Xiyuan casually drew out the dagger, but Yan Qi'an held his wrist.

"doing what?"

The wrist was stained with burning heat.

She turned her eyes slightly, met Yan Qi'an's not-so-gentle gaze, and asked in a cold voice.

Yan Qi'an asked back: "What?"

Seeing the girl skillfully take out a dagger from her sleeve, Yan Qian'an's heart beat suddenly and he reacted instinctively.

At times like this, we should not act rashly.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

An old woman with a hunched back has walked out of the village.

His head is full of silver hair and the wrinkles on his face are rougher than tree bark.

She held a tattered basket in her arms.

"The auspicious time has come, the bride is entering the village!"

As the rough and old voice sounded, a group of men in white clothes suddenly appeared.

They were wearing white masks, so their faces could not be seen clearly. They stood in a row behind the old woman, staring calmly at the intruder in front of them.

"Please invite the bride into the village!"

The old voice repeated itself, full of urging pressure.

"What should we do, Senior Sister Ning Jin?"

"Senior Sister Ning Jin, should we follow in?"

Many people placed their hopes on Ning Jin.

The scene here is too absurd and weird.

They had never met.

In particular, some people touched the teleportation scroll and found that the scroll had lost its power.

This means that if they are not careful, they will be trapped in this illusion forever.

The old woman's gray and turbid eyes grew wider and wider.

At this critical moment, Ning Jin finally spoke.

"Young Master, what do you think we should do?"

Ning Jin turned around and faced Ning Xiyuan, slowly pushing all the questions to Ning Xiyuan.

Ning Xiyuan admired him.

Ning Jin really didn't forget to pull people down at this time.

Ning Xiyuan pulled out the dagger from his arms again and handed it out.

Before he could say anything, Lu Chaoyang spoke first: "Are you crazy?"

"Killing them would be too hasty!"

"Besides, they look so ugly and weird, how could they be easy to kill?!"

Lu Chaoyang shuddered.

I've seen ugly things, but I've never seen anything so ugly that it's so disgusting to both humans and gods.

"That's right, Young Master. How can the test of inheritance be solved by force?"

"Senior Sister Ning Jin, please make a decision quickly."

Obviously, no one cares about Ning Xiyuan's thoughts.

They trust Ning Jin more.

I trust this person who was chosen and recognized by the ancestor more.

Ning Jin had anticipated such a scene, and she smiled at Ning Xiyuan provocatively.

Very faint and fleeting.

Is it sarcasm, disdain, complacency or something else...

Ning Xiyuan shrugged.

The reason she took out the dagger was...of course, that everyone should commit suicide together.

Convenient, fast and without any trouble.

Yan Qian'an took in Ning Jin's meaningful smile and seemed to feel unhappy.

He couldn't help but tighten his grip on Ning Xiyuan's hand.

Ning Xiyuan...

It can only be his prey.

No one can peek.

Ning Jin had already put on a solemn expression again at this time.

"Let's just follow them and see what happens."

After saying that, she took the lead and walked towards the old woman.

The other female disciples looked at each other and finally followed.

Unexpectedly, the old woman glared at them, blocked their way and then yelled.

"Please invite the bride into the village!"

The men in white walked towards the remaining male disciples, speaking in strange tones.

——"The bride enters the village!"

——"The bride enters the village!"

As they spoke, they forcefully grabbed the hands of the male practitioners and dragged them towards the village.

"Hey! The bride is over there!"

"What are you pulling me for!"

Lu Chaoyang jumped up and down.

Ugly thing, don't get close to him!

So the man in white who pulled Lu Chaoyang gave Lu Chaoyang a hard slap on the butt.

"A sharp tongue and a lively one."

"Big butt, good for giving birth!"

Lu Chaoyang's eyes turned red with anger. He wanted to take action. He couldn't bear it anymore.

It’s just that the spiritual energy seems to be blocked by something.

It can't be used anyway.

On the contrary, the man in white who was pulling him was extremely strong. He was unable to break free just by pulling his wrist.

"Flat chest."

"Second-rate."

The man in white who was holding Lu Chaoyang touched his chest, and his tone changed, becoming full of disgust.

Ning Xiyuan: “...Haha...”

Really.

Sometimes it's harder to hold back laughter than to die.

With Lu Chaoyang as a precedent, everyone else calmed down and followed the men in black in silence.

When it came to Yan Qian'an, Yan Qian'an let go of Ning Xiyuan's hand.

"Young Master...be careful." The gentle voice sounded like a normal conversation, mixed with doting.

This attracted many female disciples to take a few more glances.

Mr. Feast...

If he were not a member of the demon clan, such a modest young man would surely be a popular figure in the world of cultivation.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Ning Xiyuan stopped smiling.

She was feeling a little physically unwell.

After watching several "brides" enter the village, the old woman led the remaining female disciples into the village.

Unlike the "bride" who neatly unifies the house.

The arrangements of the "grooms" are more casual.

Vegetable shed, pigsty, storage warehouse...

Any place with a door, whether semi-enclosed or fully enclosed.

They are all enough to accommodate a sloppy groom.

Ning Xiyuan was luckier and was assigned to a kitchen.

When the old woman was about to leave, she suddenly turned her head, grabbed her hand and smiled.

"Don't go out before the auspicious time comes."

Ning Xiyuan imitated the old woman's expression and laughed: "Hehehehehe..."

Old woman:"......"

The old woman hurriedly broke free from Ning Xiyuan's hand and walked towards the next groom.

Oops, she seems to have been contaminated by something dirty.

Ning Xiyuan didn't care at all and just found a chair to sit down.

[Host, what do you mean...]

The system was stunned.

People who laugh like this usually don’t live long, really.

Ning Xiyuan: "Scare it."

Otherwise the dirty things will come to her first.

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Calvin, I've discovered that not having a draft saved is life-threatening.

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