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

Ning Xiyuan really didn't expect that Yin Ting was everywhere.

While she was picking flowers outside the door, Yin Ting poked his head out from among the flowers, revealing his sharp fangs.

"Young Sect Master!"

"Potatoes can be mashed potatoes, corn can be mashed corn, but I can..."

There were two green leaves just under Yin Ting's head. With his head on top, he looked like a carnivorous plant with its bloody mouth wide open.

Ning Xiyuan took a breath and shoveled Yin Ting into the ground.

Yin Ting's "I love you" ultimately died in the womb.

"You can fall to dust."

The girl looked at him, sneered, and turned away.

Yin Ting: "...She smiled!"

"She smiled at me!"

Ning Xiyuan changed the place to feed the fish. Yin Ting emerged from the pond with the fish on his head and rolled up his sleeves to show the strong and fierce muscles on his arms.

"Young Master, I am in good health."

"I can handle the cold."

"Can handle the heat."

"Can't handle my uh... sword!"

Yin Ting was halfway through his words when the God-Slaying Sword in the girl's hand fell into his hands.

It seems to weigh a thousand pounds.

He was pushed back into the water, his head disappeared, and only a few bubbles gurgling on the surface of the water were left.

Ning Xiyuan laughed twice: "Sure enough, he is not resistant to being cheap."

This person...

Is this the helper Yan Qian’an found?

Really blind.

The villain is going to be finished.

When Yin Ting emerged from the water holding the sword, the girl had disappeared from the shore.

Ugh.

The road to pursuing love is always full of hardships.

It seems that he has no choice but to use his ultimate weapon.

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Yin Yue followed Yan Qianan back to the cabin.

The whole person showed a shocked face!

How can a dignified prince of the demon clan live in such a shabby hut!

Could it be because...

It’s convenient to have a tryst with that pretentious girl!

This place is the farthest from the Young Master's Wutong Palace, and it's so remote...

Yin Yue got goosebumps.

The young master is so pitiful.

The vicious senior sister, the cheating husband and the broken self...

Yin Yue slapped himself.

She came to see His Highness.

"Your Highness, do you remember me?"

Yin Yue came closer, looked at Yan Qian'an's face, and couldn't help swallowing.

so beautiful!

Second most beautiful!

She had seen Yan Qian'an when he was a child, in the city at the center of the Demon Realm.

The little kid is so delicate and innocent, but he is killing people.

She never thought that killing could be so fun!

"do not remember."

Yan Qian'an distanced himself from Yin Yue, his face was cold and even his voice carried a lingering chill.

He was very annoyed.

I'm too lazy to pretend.

Why did Bian Cheng send these two people to Qingluan Peak?

Two fools without any scheming.

It does nothing but disgust him.

How can I kill him without anyone noticing?

Yan Qi'an sat back at his desk and began to think about this problem.

The identities of these two people...

What a conundrum.

From Yin Yue's perspective, the boy's eyes were fixed on the desk, where a book was spread out.

From a distance, the contents of the book seem obscure and difficult to understand, and are really boring.

After a while, Yin Yue seemed to have thought of something and took out a yellow book from his arms.

He leaned over, opened it directly, and placed it on top of the book.

"Your Highness, there are so many words in the book, it's really boring!"

"Let me show you my book! It's full of pictures!"

Yan Qian'an's eyes inevitably fell on the album that Yin Yue opened.

Just one glance, as if it were burning, made him stand up suddenly.

I felt nauseous.

The album is exquisite, with a man and a woman in it that are lifelike, but they are naked and hugging each other tightly, which makes the situation seem more obvious than it actually is.

Yan Qi'an lowered his eyes, unable to suppress the murderous intent in his eyes.

Physical desires.

Disgusting and dirty.

Like a mindless beast, driven only by primitive desires.

The demons have always been open.

Yin Yue looked at Yan Qian'an's reaction and turned the album over to look at it herself.

I don't think there's anything wrong.

"Doesn't it look good?"

"My brother is so cute on weekdays..."

Yin Yue was puzzled and spoke to himself.

Yan Qian'an was stunned.

Who?

elder brother?

He suddenly realized that there was indeed a demon following Ning Xiyuan and did not come back with him.

That one openly in the hall...

Yan Qian’an’s mind froze and his face turned mostly black.

He didn't think any further. Demonic energy surged in his hands, and he teleported to Wutong Palace in a few seconds.

Yin Yue: ???

Eh?

Why is His Highness missing?

Yan Qian'an walked through the vast gardens in front of the Wutong Palace and headed straight towards the inner palace.

Just at the door, I heard the disgusting and ugly voice of the demon.

"Call!"

"No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out!"

Yan Qianan took a few steps and pushed the door open, feeling a little panicked at that moment.

save?

Who to save?

Ning Xiyuan?!

She was so strong, how could she fall into the hands of an idiot demon? !

But the door suddenly opened, and the two heads in front of the desk looked at Yan Qian'an at the same time, inexplicably in unison.

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

Ning Xiyuan: "Continue."

Then Yin Ting came back to his senses and continued to recite in that rhythmic voice: "Broken throat!"

"Broken throat!"

"She stroked her broken arms and screamed heartbreakingly."

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

His silence continued, and even began to extend.

The hands hanging in the sleeves were still shaking.

Maybe he was shaking with anger.

Ning Xiyuan was really interested in the script in Yin Ting's hand.

The shaking made her feel the body warming up.

Yin Ting felt under tremendous pressure.

The gaze at the door was cold and heavy, and it felt like a knife falling on him. A few more glances would be enough to cut him into pieces.

Ning Xiyuan was totally unaware and asked casually, "And then?"

"Then?"

Yan Qian'an's voice rang in my ears.

The young man had stood beside Ning Xiyuan without knowing when. He bent down and shortened the distance between them.

The familiar sweetness of grapes lingers at the tip of my nose, and the lingering restlessness in my heart gradually dissipates.

"Young Master didn't get enough sleep this morning, it's time to go to bed now."

Yan Qianan put one arm around the girl's waist, picked her up, and walked towards the bedroom.

He found that sometimes sleeping was good.

Woke up...

Extremely annoying.

"Hey you......"

Yin Ting stretched out Erkang's hand and was about to chase after him when a demonic energy struck him at his feet.

Corrosion spreads rapidly, causing burning heat.

Yin Ting retreated in a hurry, but still felt the heat burning his legs, which began to itch slightly.

Almost at the moment he picked up Ning Xiyuan, Yan Qian'an had already started negotiating the terms in a low voice.

He was afraid that the girl would struggle away from his arms.

He felt so embarrassed in front of Yin Ting.

"I will peel grapes for you, Young Master."

"I will warm the young master's bed."

Yan Qian'an lowered his eyes, staring at the girl's fair neck, his voice a little dazed.

Finally: "I will read the storybook to the young master."

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

He looked Yan Qi'an straight in the eye and nodded condescendingly.

Fine.

reluctantly.

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Chapter One