allendalepharm Chapter 460 Strange
Chapter 460 Strange
Ning Xiyuan raised his eyebrows.
A familiar smell accompanied by the scent of blood appeared, and she knew who was coming.
But, since when have people in the cultivation world had to kneel down when they see the Demon Lord?
All the sounds around seemed to disappear and time seemed to stand still.
She heard no more footsteps, but the burning gaze fell on her, sticky and thick, intensifying.
Zhou Lin knelt on the ground, trembling with fear, not daring to make any sound.
Ning Xiyuan sighed softly and turned around.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Time froze on Ning Xiyuan, but it completely changed the boy in her memory.
She turned around and faced the boy who was no longer the one who liked white clothes and fake smiles.
The man was wearing a black cloak and holding a dagger. Dark red blood dripped from the tip of the sword onto the ground.
There was still some remnant of murderous intent on his pale face, and his purple eyes were deep, with coldness seeping into their depths.
Tearing apart the gentle disguise, what was revealed was the cruelty and coldness engraved in his soul.
He stood there, and it seemed as if countless darkness was being torn apart behind him.
【Wow! 】
The system yelled in coordination.
Ning Xiyuan: “…”
The change is so great that I can’t recognize it.
She was just about to refute others, but now she feels that cannibalism is not impossible.
Ning Xiyuan opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word for a long while.
Seeing old friends again feels like a lifetime ago.
It was Yan Qian who walked towards her first.
The blood-stained dagger was thrown casually in the grass, and Yan Qian'an cast several cleansing spells on himself without leaving any trace.
The distance between the two people shortened.
Ning Xiyuan could feel the changes in him more clearly.
For example, he is taller and has broader shoulders.
When he walked over, it seemed as if his shadow could completely cover her.
Ning Xiyuan looked up and met those purple eyes.
She could see the emotions churning inside, complex and changing, difficult to fathom at the moment.
But there is no hatred.
Her resurrection and this body of hers must be closely related to Yan Qian'an.
Why do you want to do this?
Silence, still silence. Zhou Lin, who was kneeling beside them, wanted to faint.
I wish I could give myself a quick death.
She didn't want to be skinned and tortured.
Taking a quick glance, she saw the Demon Lord, who was rumored to be known as the Jade-faced Shura, half-kneeling in front of the girl, grabbing her ankle.
Zhou Lin:!!!
Ning Xiyuan: ???
She lowered her head and watched Yan Qianan put on her shoes.
The ankle he held was a little hot from the burning temperature of his palm.
The burning sensation was fleeting.
I feel inexplicably greedy.
When the man stood up, that feeling of being cut and oppressed appeared again.
Ning Xiyuan: "You didn't put your shoes away, it's your fault."
She spoke before Yan Qi'an.
She stared at Yan Qi'an's face, not missing the flash of light in his eyes...
surprise?
"...Will you follow me to the Blood Shadow Palace, or——"
"Go to Blood Shadow Palace."
Yan Qianan spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing some emotion, and there was a barely perceptible tremor in it.
Ning Xiyuan smiled.
What kind of problem is this?
Blood Shadow Palace or Blood Shadow Palace?
What kind of abstract multiple-choice question is this?
She lowered her head, and Yan Qian'an held her wrist tightly. The familiar warmth spread along her wrist and forearm, and spread to her whole body.
So Ning Xiyuan said, "No."
"not good!"
Yan Qian'an's voice was almost right behind hers, and if it was a little faster, it would have drowned out her voice.
Zhou Lin knelt and moved back.
It seems that she is not in any danger of life for the time being.
Yan Qi'an seemed to realize that something was wrong, and he quickly spoke again: "The Blood Shadow Palace is very warm, with hundreds of grapes planted, and there are many spirit foxes, they are...very cute."
"You can go wherever you want. It's your freedom."
"I just..."
Ning Xiyuan looked at the man with his eyes lowered, his trembling eyelashes seemed to try to hide all the emotions in his eyes.
The overwhelming hostility seemed to be shouting—
Leave her, leave her, leave her, leave her....
But Yan Qian'an hid it very well. He suppressed the thought deep in his heart and said the words against his will with difficulty.
Ning Xiyuan sighed lightly.
He asked her to leave, but his grip on her became stronger and stronger.
Forget it.
"pain."
She interrupted Yan Qian'an, who was almost gritting his teeth to speak.
Yan Qi'an suddenly let go, leaving an inconspicuous red mark on her fair wrist. He touched it lightly with his fingertips, feeling a surge of regret.
After three years of waiting, his emotions were simply beyond his control.
Too tormented.
He counted the days, day after day, year after year.
Yan Qi'an's heart sank.
This was not a happy reunion, it was worse than he expected.
The evil spirit carefully climbed up the wrist and covered the mark.
"do you hate me?"
Ning Xiyuan suddenly spoke, seriously.
In the silence, this question was too abrupt and Zhou Lin wanted to cover his ears.
After hearing the gossip, will she still be alive?
Yan Qi'an looked at her for a while, then answered, "Hate."
Hate lasts longer than love.
He hated how she left without caring about his feelings at all.
He hated her for leaving him alone, to wither away in more than a thousand cold winters.
Ning Xiyuan: "If you hate me, go kill the Pei family."
"I am also very passive in this matter."
She just happened to save Pei.
I didn’t expect Pei to pay such a huge price to...keep her?
Ning Xiyuan was not moved by this.
Even if she is willing to live now.
Yan Qian'an was stunned. He gradually tightened his grip on Ning Xiyuan's hand, but quickly loosened his grip.
What is he saying?
What is she saying again.
It took him some time to understand what Ning Xiyuan was talking about, but he didn't care.
Feng Lian told him everything as early as when he was willing to have his heart cut out.
A miserable origin, humiliation, pain...
He hesitated for a moment, and he was ashamed of this momentary hesitation.
If he existed to save Ning Xiyuan, he would be happy to do so.
Ning Xiyuan suddenly said these words, he was angry, but didn't laugh.
"Don't hate."
Yan Qi'an quickly changed his words.
"Not at all."
He held Ning Xiyuan's hand and repeated.
[Host, look at you. Why did you take it so seriously? From now on, villains will never dare to play abstract games again.]
The system smiled.
I feel like everything is settled.
Ning Xiyuan pursed his lips.
Life and death are casual, and now even love and hate are casual.
The world is still as upside down as before.
But she didn't reject it.
Yan Qi'an: "Do you hate me?"
He didn't dare mention the Nuwa Stone.
Ning Xiyuan: "...No."
The obsession with death has lasted for nearly a thousand years. It is not so easy to change.
But after dying once, the obsession faded a little.
She found her connection with the world.
From the beginning to the end, I never hated Yan Qian'an. He was innocent.
Although she selfishly felt unhappy when he asked for the Nuwa Stone.
Yan Qianan: "You should hate me."
How come there is no hatred at all!
To hate him...
Remember him always.
Yan Qian'an suppressed his desire to embrace Ning Xiyuan in his arms. He didn't want to destroy the relationship between the two of them which seemed extremely harmonious at the moment.
Ning Xiyuan was shocked by Yan Qian'an's answer.
"Is his mental state not normal?"
Ning Xiyuan asked the system.
[…It’s obvious, isn’t it?]