After Being Betrayed, The Immortal Master Ran Away With The Demon Venerable

Yi Ning slammed into Yan Xuan's arms unexpectedly, and he was hugged by his waist. The strong smell of wine came from him, which was a very good smell of plum blossoms.

"Yan Xuan..." Being held by him like this, Yi Ning felt that even he was intoxicated, Yan Xuan put him on the seat without saying a word, picked up the jug and poured it into his glass A full cup.

He wants to drink with him? Yi Ning sensed what he meant, stretched out his hand and pushed back, "I don't drink alcohol."

The most important thing is that he doesn't know how much he drinks, and if he gets drunk, his vigilance will be greatly reduced.

Yan Xuan sneered, still didn't speak, just reached out and drank the wine glass in front of him, and filled it on his own.

Still angry... Yi Ning sighed: "I know you want to give me the Fuxuan sword for self-defense, but I already have the cloud and don't need other swords."

"Being affectionate, who said it was for you." Yan Xuan said coldly, but his eyes fell on the clear wine in the glass.

Inside, Yi Ning's face wearing a human, skin, and mask was reflected, and he seemed to frown slightly, a little angry. Even if it is so ugly, it can still make people feel that he is unique and unique in the world.

Yan Xuan tightened her fingers, not wanting to see him angry.

"It's not for me, then you plan to kill yourself and become a mortal before using that sword?" Yi Ning looked at him strangely, "You said you wanted to be a mortal, so I won't break the seal."

Yi Ning deliberately provoked him, wanting him to lose his temper, and it would be much better if he became angry after losing his temper.

But Yan Xuan was not as good as he wanted. He picked up the glass of wine and drank it one after the other, not answering at all.

"Stop drinking." Yi Ning couldn't help getting up and clasping his wrist, "If you're mad at me, I'll beat you up."

There will always be quarrels and fights between friends, and Yi Ning feels that there is nothing wrong with what he said.

But when it fell into Yan Xuan's ears, it was the same as not saying anything. Yan Xuan looked up at him, and after a while, spit out a few words: "I want to hit you, how many times can you catch me?" How could you say something stupid.

Seeing that he finally made a sound, Yi Ning felt relieved and followed his words: "No matter how many times, I will never fight back."

Yan Xuan took a deep breath, regretting that he had taken Yi Ning in.

What can't be done, block the first place. If he was willing to hit him, he couldn't hold back.

"This sword, called Duanshe, is like the same root as my passing cloud. After a while, I will seal it up. For me, it is more important than the Fuxuan sword." Yi Ning said softly and put the sword on the table.

When the Sect Master passed the Duanshe Sword to him, he said that only when he found the destined person could he send the sword out. The Duanshe Sword is different from the Guoyun Sword. It is powerful, both good and evil, and it will play a corresponding role in whoever hands it.

It's just that these two swords look completely different, and the craftsmanship seems to come from the hands of the two. For some unknown reason, Yi Ning always said that it was comparable to the go-getters Mo Xie and Longquan Tai Ah.

Suddenly, the sound of a wine glass knocking lightly on the table sounded, pulling Yi Ning out of his memory, he looked at Yan Xuan blankly, the other side looked indifferent, and said solemnly, "Do you remember what you told me? "

His eyes were quite familiar, and Yi Ning understood it at once.

However, this time is a special case...

"Then you're still talking to him and asking for a sword for him, so you want to be mad at me?" Yan Xuan couldn't hold back, but still said everything.

For a long time, I don't know if the tone was too heavy, and Yi Ning stopped moving.

Yan Xuan looked up at him nervously, and saw Yi Ning leaning on his chin and smiling lightly, the moon shadowed Shen Bi in his eyes, and the stars were a little bit, and whispered: "Do you feel better after scolding? Honorable lord, I know I was wrong. Ok."

Hold.

Yan Xuan looked a little flustered and didn't dare to look again. One more look, and I can't get angry.

Used to seduce him!

"Stop drinking, it's getting late, it's time to go back." Yi Ning got up and tried to help him up, but he was dragged into his arms by him.

"I'm not that easy to fool, don't try to expose it easily." Yan Xuan whispered in his ear: "I have to ask me to get something back."

They were too close, Yi Ning stretched out his hand against him, his ears reddened, and whispered, "Let go, or I'll chant a spell."

"You!" When did Yan Xuan suffer this kind of humiliation from others, only Yi Ning could handle him so easily.

Seeing that he turned his face away, Yi Ning didn't seem to care about himself anymore, so he sighed leisurely, and picked up the glass from the table and said, "Okay, I'll punish myself for a drink, and then I'll go back, okay?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his glass and drank it. Yi Ning didn't know how strong the wine was, but when he saw other people drinking like this, he thought that there was not much difference between wine and water. He coughed a few times, drank half, and spilled half.

The lips and neck, to the front of the clothes, were all wet. The water is clear and the wine is fragrant.

Yan Xuan's eyes were dark, and she couldn't move her eyes away from the light of the water. She stared straight at him, suddenly felt unbearably thirsty, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it delicious?"

"It's hard to drink." Yi Ning frowned and coughed again.

After getting the expected answer, Yan Xuan couldn't help sneering, wishing he could hold him in his arms and bully him.

Whatever he does, Yan Xuan thinks he is cute, which is really strange.

Yi Ning glared at him and said, "It's time to relieve your anger now, let's go?"

"Give me that sword." Yan Xuan narrowed his eyes, he didn't want Yi Ning to carry this sword all the time, always thinking of Gong Xiuxian.

Yi Ning looked at him suspiciously and said, "This sword is also a fairy weapon, you will be injured if you hold it."

How could Yan Xuan care about the slight injury, he grabbed Yi Ning at will, and pulled the Duanshe sword hanging from his waist.

In an instant, the sword of Duanshe sword gusted up, and the scabbard didn't touch and fell, cutting Yan Xuan's palm open, and blood dripped on the sword, almost dyed red.

"If you say you will get hurt, you still have to take it..." Yi Ning wanted to get the sword back.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xuan grabbed his hand and said, "Don't touch it!"

The sword wind was not cut by half due to Yi Ning's approach, on the contrary, it became more and more intense. Yan Xuan looked at it coldly, and suddenly said, "It is sucking my blood."

Yi Ning was stunned, looking down, the blood on the sword had indeed been absorbed a little, and the whole sword was getting redder and redder, as if Yan Xuan's blood had flowed into it.

But after a while, the sword wind from the sword body faded, and the dazzling blood red turned into jet black.

Yi Ning and Yan Xuan looked at each other and were stunned.

When the master sent the sword, he said that this sword is both good and evil, and it can only be given to the other party when it finds the destined person.

The destined man... the destined man...

Yi Ning suddenly took the sword back, put it back into the scabbard, and pretended to be calm: "I told you not to touch it, go back."

Yan Xuan saw that he was covering up, and began to think about the bottom line. He reached out and grabbed Yi Ning's wrist and locked it behind him. With the other hand, he untied the Duanshe Sword from his waist.

"Yan Xuan! Give me the sword."

This jet-black sword suddenly became extremely handy in Yan Xuan's hands. He imitated Yi Ning's style and pulled a sword flower at will, and he directly exerted his sword intent, shaking the jug on the table to shreds.

"Yan Xuan, I'll say it again, give it back to me."

Yan Xuan looked up at him, seeing that he seemed really annoyed, and said in a low voice, "This sword seems to recognize me as the master."

It was completely different from what he saw when he was in Gong Xiuxian's hands. In Yan Xuan's hands, Duanshe was like a fish in water, and when he swung it, his sword intent was like the wind, and he was free and easy.

This is the case with only one sword. If it is used to the fullest, I don’t know what kind of terrifying effect it will have.

It seems that this sword should belong to Yan Xuan.

"It's just a sword, how come you recognize the Lord's words and give it to me." Yi Ning pursed his lips and said with a pale face.

He really doesn't want to have that kind of feelings for another person anymore, he just wants to be friends with Yan Xuan like he is now, that's enough, he's already very satisfied.

On the day that Gong Xiuxian betrayed him, Yi Ning had already made up his mind not to be affected by his feelings.

Why can Yan Xuan use the Duanshe sword, why does God make fun of him like this.

Is it necessary to let him suffer the pain of the person he loves is not a destination?

Yan Xuan was determined not to like him at all, Yi Ning was a human being, and only for this, it was impossible for Yan Xuan to have anything to do with him.

After all, Yan Xuan hated human beings the most, and hated the combination of humans and demons. He himself grew up suffering from the torture between humans and demons.

But now, God told him to see with his own eyes Yan Xuan dripping blood into it, and saw with his own eyes that the Duanshe sword turned black, and his passing clouds were like a match made in heaven. Tell him clearly that this is the sword that the destined person should have.

Do you want him to repeat the same mistakes with Gong Xiuxian?

"Give it to me." Yi Ning repressed his emotions and repeated.

Yan Xuan realized that something was wrong with him, but couldn't understand why. He was about to ask when he saw Yi Ning lowered his face, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and a tear fell without warning.

"Yi Ning," Yan Xuan was startled, hurriedly put the sword into his palm, and said eagerly, "Why are you crying?" He stretched out his hand to dry Yi Ning's tears, but the other side turned his head away.

Done.

Yan Xuan held his face in a panic, wiped his tears gently with his fingers, and apologized: "I was wrong, don't cry, I won't touch this sword in the future."

When Yi Ning heard him admit his mistake, he closed his eyes, but his throat was still a little sandy: "Don't say it, I just apologized all night."

After he apologized, Yan Xuan apologized again, everyone is at fault, and the power should be evened out.

"Then don't cry anymore." Yan Xuan really had no experience in coaxing people, but when he saw Yi Ning's tears, his heart was like being pierced by a tiny needle.

sore.

Yi Ning pushed him away, his eyes were still red, he forced a smile and said, "I'm not a child, what are you doing to comfort me."

Either way.

After coming to Japan for a long time, he can slowly prove that the person who is destined by the head can be his lifelong friend, not his husband.

He will never be tempted again.

"Nonsense." Yan Xuan retracted his gaze from his face and said, "It's so rare to see Shangxian cry, but it scares me who has never seen the world."

made fun of him again. Yi Ning couldn't help but smile at what he said, and said, "Shut up, can you go or not?"

Seeing that he was happy, Yan Xuan calmed down and hummed softly, "Of course I'll go."

But before he left, he had to let the traitor know his methods.

Otherwise, wouldn't anyone dare to make trouble under his nose.

"Xiaoyu, go and call Gou Qiwen." Yan Xuan said in a loud voice, and then said to Yi Ning: "Don't you want to save the idiot master and apprentice of Yiyuezong? Gou Qiwen will come after a while, you and Xiaoyu will save it. ."

Yi Ning nodded and asked, "Then what are you doing?"

Hearing this, Yan Xuan paused for a moment while wiping the blade, and said nonchalantly, "Me? Go out for a walk."