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

The night enveloped the entire Qingluan Peak.

Yin Ting and Yin Yue, who were hiding their auras, met in the back mountain.

The two men attacked bravely during the day and were clear-headed at night, knowing that they came to Qingluan Peak to do something big.

"There is no breath of evil spirits in Wutong Palace." Yin Ting was wearing a mask, standing in the moonlight, his voice was cold.

"There is no breath of evil spirits from your Highness." Yin Yue was wearing a mask and standing beside Yin Ting. His voice was even colder than his.

"..."

"..."

For a long while, no one spoke and the atmosphere became silent.

"So why do we have to wear masks?" Yin Yue tore off the rag on his face and sighed deeply.

The plan to seduce His Highness went nowhere.

But that wasn't her problem at all.

Yan Qi'an doesn't even look down on a beauty like the Young Sect Master, but he has an unclear relationship with the old-fashioned and cunning Ning Jin.

This proves that Your Highness has a real problem with your vision.

Yin Ting also showed a bitter face: "You are so thin-skinned."

He couldn’t seduce the young sect leader, maybe because his habits were not that perverted, and he wasn’t as shameless as Yan Qian’an.

After another period of silent silence, the two of them went their separate ways.

As demons, they can sense demonic spirits.

At worst, I can walk all over Qingluan Peak from top to bottom tonight.

The two of them didn't notice that behind them, a white figure silently merged into the darkness.

"King Biancheng... is so stupid."

Yan Qi'an lowered his eyes, hiding his annoyance.

He also thought that the temptation of interests would make King Biancheng do everything he could.

They only sent these two idiots to detect...

The boy calmly wiped his hands with a silk scarf, but the sticky feeling was still there.

Young Sect Master has to peel the spiritual fruit before eating it?

Bad habits.

The white figure quickly left, and there was a black figure next to a big tree not far away.

So, what are we doing?

The system is speechless.

The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows?

Or is it that while the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits?

The villain simply came to watch the fun and left, with no intention of investigating at all.

Ning Xiyuan's lips curled slightly: "We are..."

“Russian dolls.”

【......6】

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Yin Yue found a cave halfway up the mountain. As soon as she walked in, a long sword was already across her neck.

"who!"

Yin Yue's voice trembled.

The sword at the neck was ice-cold. The man holding the sword in the darkness was unfathomable, and the aura around him seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

She is confident in her own strength.

Therefore, it is clear that the opponent is an absolute strong one.

"I! I am the daughter of King Biancheng!" Yin Yue introduced herself, hoping to shock the person in front of her.

The man holding the sword walked forward, and Yin Yue could only retreat cautiously.

Until both of them exited the cave.

"I go..."

Yin Yue exclaimed softly.

The man in front of me...is absolutely amazing.

The black robe and golden crown, especially those nonchalant eyes, are cold and deep, making people unable to stop.

The sword in Pei Xuan's hand was very steady.

It could pierce Yin Yue’s brain at any time.

The demons who sneak into Futu Sect at night deserve to be killed.

So he moved his wrist slightly, and the sword made a buzzing sound, as if it could cut off Yin Yue's ear in the next second.

"Keep people under the sword."

These four words sound just right and are very appropriate for the occasion.

But the tone was not urgent, as if it was a casual joke, and it was a little lighter.

"Junior sister."

After the sword was retracted, Yin Yue collapsed to the ground with a layer of cold sweat on his head.

The feeling of escaping death was the first time in her life that she had experienced this.

Pei Xuan's voice was low and honest; no emotion could be heard from the two words he uttered.

"Brother, can you spare her life?" Ning Xiyuan took two steps forward and looked at Pei Xuan.

Pei Xuan: "Demon Clan."

It’s still two words: attitude.

Ning Xiyuan curled his lips: "Yes, I know."

"What if I just want to protect her?"

The man in front of him didn't hesitate, and he didn't need to think about the answer.

"I haven't been here today."

After Pei Xuan finished speaking, he turned around and took two steps. The teleportation array under his feet lit up, and then there was no sign of anyone.

The smile on Ning Xiyuan's lips gradually faded.

She stared at the place where Pei Xuan disappeared, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

She was testing.

Testing Pei Xuan's bottom line, doesn't he even care about sheltering the demons?

Pei Xuan's attitude...is so weird.

[He had a contract with the original owner, which cannot be violated] The system reminded.

Ning Xiyuan ignored it.

Even so, it shouldn't be...completely emotionless.

"Young Sect Master! Thanks to you!" Yin Yue got up from the ground, his face as pale as paper.

This man is so terrible.

But... damn good looking.

Ning Xiyuan turned around and looked at Yin Yue: "Then...good boy."

"Tell me what you are looking for."

The moonlight was as cold as a thin veil, and the girl's voice was hazy and ethereal through the veil, making it difficult to hear clearly.

-

When Ning Xiyuan returned to Wutong Palace, his wrist was suddenly grabbed and pressed against the door that had just been closed.

A familiar scent.

So Ning Xiyuan did not take any action.

The dagger slipped from his sleeve and was thrown to the ground.

Makes a crisp sound.

"doing what?"

The boy's face was right in front of her, very close, so close that she could clearly see his slightly curled eyelashes.

"Are you testing Pei Xuan?"

Yan Qianan said in a deep voice.

He placed his hand beside Ning Xiyuan's ear, veins on the back of his hand throbbing, and his nails almost dug into the carvings on the door.

bother.

This emotion, which rarely appeared in his heart, had been infinitely magnified recently, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Tonight, he heard clearly what the girl said to Pei Xuan.

It doesn't take much thought to know what Ning Xiyuan is thinking.

"Ah."

Ning Xiyuan snorted softly, indicating his agreement.

"No."

The moment he got the answer, his violent anger was unstoppable, breaking through all disguises and clearly engraved in Yan Qi'an's eyes.

No.

He really hated the way Ning Xiyuan was interested in Pei Xuan.

Since Pei Xuan first appeared.

His disgust never lessened.

Ning Xiyuan frowned, broke free from Yan Qian'an's hand, and placed his fingertips on the small mole on the boy's throat.

Red.

As disgusting as blood.

"You're meddling too much."

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

The girl's fingertips were really cold, and the skin there became abnormally sensitive.

The finger pressed there.

Colder than a dagger.

But the tip of my heart is burning.

He didn't bother to think about why he felt so hot or irritated.

But he already had the answer to Ning Xiyuan's question in his mind.

"Young Master, we are in a cooperative relationship."

"A verbal agreement is entirely up to you and me."

"So, if I'm not your only...choice."

"It's so unfair to me."

Yan Qianan withdrew his hand from the door and placed it on the girl's slender neck.

The smile on his face was no longer false gentleness.

It is paranoia, threat, and unconcealed nature.

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It’s a bit late tonight, so the second chapter will probably be a race against time.

I rarely catch up on my studies this semester. I'm watching Juvenile Court at night.

Movies and TV shows are enjoyable to watch.

I hope this is also the case.