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

"The overseer is coming! Disperse!"

A scream was heard, attracting many people's attention.

When the atmosphere was tense, several men in black suddenly appeared in the yard.

The people surrounding Ning Xiyuan dispersed as soon as they were told to.

"Just wait for me!" Zhou Yasan did not forget to threaten him while speaking harshly, looking like a dedicated cannon fodder.

Ning Xiyuan's wrist was grabbed and a girl in a blue linen dress dragged her away.

"Scared me!"

"My name is Shen Shiwei, you are new here, right?"

"Don't mess with that group of people..."

Ning Xiyuan pulled back his hand, looked at the person in front of him, and said calmly: "I have something to say."

Shen Shiwei was startled, then looked at Ning Xiyuan and waved her hand: "No need to thank me, it's my duty..."

Ning Xiyuan: "I said——"

"When you see injustice on the road, take a detour."

Shen Shiwei was stunned, and when she came to her senses, Ning Xiyuan had already walked away.

[Shen Shiwei! Shen Shiwei! ]

[The heroine's little fangirl, who eventually fell in love with Ji Qing and turned against the heroine, and fell into the devil's way]

Ning Xiyuan paused in his walk.

He sighed softly.

I've seen dogs eating shit, but I've never seen people fighting over shit.

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The small house was filled with beds of different heights.

The crowded bunk beds feel like the dormitories for workers in a shady factory.

Ning Xiyuan's eyes remained unchanged. He found the innermost bed, forced the system to perform the cleaning operation, and then fell asleep.

[Thousand Cold Flowers? ]

Ning Xiyuan: "You have a bed but don't sleep on it, you bastard."

system:......

The identification is complete, the host's mental state is abnormal.

As the wind and snow grew stronger and night fell, the disciples who had gone out to look for Qianhanhua returned one after another.

Lights flickered throughout the room.

"Come on, everyone hand in a Thousand Cold Flower. Senior Sister Zhou on Thousand Cold Peak will protect you!"

Song Juan's voice was sharp and piercing in the dim light.

Accustomed to being oppressed, it has become a routine for him to voluntarily hand over the Qianhan Flower.

Now they only hope that the two inner disciples Zhou Ya and Song Juan can leave Qianhan Peak as soon as possible.

"Why don't you hand it in?"

Song Juan grabbed a person by the collar and pushed her to the middle with a harsh tone.

"Jiang Jie, spare me... I only picked one Qianhan flower!"

"I...I can't hand it in."

"I have to report to the supervisor tomorrow..."

The man fell to the ground, whimpering.

Song Juan laughed dryly: "That has nothing to do with me?"

"Beat her!"

Suddenly, shrill screams filled the entire room.

[Dear, they are actually bullying! ]

Ning Xiyuan turned over, covered his head with the quilt and continued to sleep.

As the old saying goes - when you see injustice, take a detour. A happy life is a win-win for you and me.

"I'll pay for Xiao Zhou!"

Shen Shiwei rushed over, pushed away the people in front of her, and stood in front of Xiaozhou, holding two Qianhan flowers in her hands.

Song Juan: "Humph, mind your own business."

She looked at Zhou Ya, but saw Zhou Ya raised her chin and looked towards the innermost part of the room.

In the darkness, there was a person lying on the bed motionless.

Song Juan immediately understood.

It must be the new guy today!

I let her escape by chance this morning, and I will fight her to the death tonight to avenge the whipping.

"How can such a thing be replaced or not?"

"You are such a busybody, why don't you take the beating for her? Go ahead!"

Song Juan pulled out the whip in her hand, trying to move the farce into the house.

Shen Shiwei had no choice but to fight with them.

In the chaos, a dagger pierced through the darkness and shot straight into the innermost part.

The dagger cut through the wooden support and the upper bunk collapsed.

The loud noise made Shen Shiwei unable to help but look back, and she was kicked to the ground without noticing.

A sigh came from the darkness.

A human figure gradually appeared in the light.

The girl put her hands into her hair, scratched it a few times, and looked at Song Juan with sleepy eyes.

[Honey, what are you doing! ? ] The system that was just lazy came online quickly.

Ning Xiyuan: "When you see injustice, speak up and take action when it's time to do so."

【......c】

"Bitch! Are you finally willing to come out?"

"Hand over the Thousand Cold Flowers, or I will make you live a life worse than death!"

"How dare you, a mere inner sect disciple, shout in front of my senior sister!"

Song Juan swung the long whip in her hand, and the disciples behind her looked at her eagerly.

Even Zhou Ya, standing in the center of the crowd, smiled slightly at Ning Xiyuan.

The smile was light and slight.

The kind that is arrogant, pretentious, and dismissive.

Zhou Ya was like a tolerant savior: "Enough is enough, newcomer."

"Just an apology."

The atmosphere was terribly heavy. Those who were used to being oppressed hid in the corner and trembled. They looked at Ning Xiyuan with unfriendly eyes.

If they angered Zhou Ya, all of them would be in trouble.

How could someone be so disgusting and nosy to get them into trouble?

Ning Xiyuan didn't care about the many changes around her. She just sighed and said helplessly, "Little cutie, I really can't do anything about you."

After saying this, he appeared in front of Song Juan almost instantly.

"Snapped!"

He slapped Song Juan in the face with a clean and decisive slap, without holding back, and knocked her to the ground.

The silence was long and short.

Amidst the sharp explosion, several people rushed towards Ning Xiyuan.

After being stunned for a moment, Shen Shiwei got up from the ground and wanted to go forward to help.

Before she could take a few steps, a figure appeared beside her.

In a flash, the battle situation became clear.

Ning Xiyuan walked towards Zhou Ya. Zhou Ya's face darkened and he drew out a long sword from behind the table.

"Oh my God!"

Shen Shiwei exclaimed.

Zhou Ya is a sword practitioner, and this is her sword.

Even without spiritual energy, sword cultivators and swords have a natural tacit understanding.

"My fellow Daoist, if you take a step back, the world will be broader. It's not good for any of us to make such a big fuss." Zhou Ya spoke. Although it was a reminder, there was no sign of weakness in her attitude.

She was captured and taken to Qianhan Peak because she destroyed someone's cultivation in a private fight.

Yesterday, my senior brother sent a message saying that she has been assigned to the Law Enforcement Hall and will be transferred out soon.

So...

What's wrong with killing an unknown inner disciple in Qianhan Peak!

As she spoke, Zhou Ya actually took a step back.

This was not tolerance, it was the starting position of a sword move, and she had no intention of sparing anyone's life.

Ning Xiyuan: "You want to retreat? I won't retreat."

While she was speaking, Zhou Ya's sword had already swung over, the sword wind whistling and filled with murderous intent.

Shen Shiwei was stunned.

The content of this sword...

That’s the difference between inner disciples and outer disciples!

The sword energy is natural, wherever the sword falls, it will...

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, Ning Xiyuan raised his hand, broke off the tip of the sword, and continued forward.

"You threw the dagger?"

she asked.

Zhou Ya: “…”

She was madly shocked in silence.

how can that be!

Although this is not her natal sword, it is also a low-grade spiritual weapon!

How could it be broken so easily?!

"I say...did you throw the dagger?"

The girl's hoarse voice sounded, and her disguised modesty still revealed a hint of coldness.

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