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

Yi Ning's face instantly became hot, and he tried his best to remain calm and said, "You are delusional. Stop talking nonsense, the top priority is to unlock the seal."

"I'm delusional, then... why is Shangxian nervous?" Yan Xuan smiled deeply, depicting Yi Ning's appearance in his mind, and said slowly, "Will you call me husband?"

Yes, I called many times.

Yi Ning poked his head even lower, and began to feel fortunate that Yan Xuan couldn't see his face.

"If you talk nonsense again, I won't care about you." Yi Ning pretended to be cold.

Yan Xuan just closed his mouth, but with a playful smile, he looked in the direction of Yi Ning.

If only I could see him.

I want to see if Yi Ning blushes.

On the other side, in Yan Xuan's fantasy, an adult and a child sat opposite each other and played chess for the whole afternoon.

It's not that Yan Xuan is not in a hurry to get out of the illusion, but he feels that this illusion does not seem to be harmful to people.

Moreover, this illusion seems to be leading him to find the magic prescription. He intuitively felt that the magic prescription was not in the depths of the mausoleum, but in an illusion.

"You've already lost." Xiao Yining clasped his hand that was about to make a move, frowned and said, "What the hell, you don't pay attention to playing chess."

Yan Xuan looked down at the chessboard. Sure enough, the outcome was decided. She was thinking about the prescription just now, but didn't even pay attention.

"If I don't play with you, it's a waste of my cultivation time." Yi Ning put away the chess pieces and said with disgust.

Yan Xuan couldn't help but chuckled softly and said, "It's a waste of time to play chess with your husband, it's called husband and wife love." He deliberately lengthened the last four words.

Yi Ning glared at him and said, "The chess you play is long and boring, inconsistent, full of loopholes, and you dare to talk about it."

"Huh?" Yan Xuan didn't refute him, just leaned on his chin and said, "My husband really doesn't know how to play chess, but you can teach me."

Yi Ning paused his fingers and looked up at him: "You really can't?"

"Naturally, I have many enemies, so I have no leisure to learn to play chess."

Yan Xuan used to only care about her life, how could she have learned this kind of sentimental cultivation thing, she was lucky to be able to survive every day.

Yi Ning's heart was Microsoft, and he suddenly felt that this magic cultivator seemed really pitiful.

He gently pushed the chess piece containing the black piece to Yan Xuan's hand, and said in a low voice, "Then I will teach you, and you will study hard."

Yan Xuan's expression moved slightly, and his heart seemed to be softly bumped, and he took the chess piece and said with a smile, "Okay."

Yi Ning has always been like this. From childhood to adulthood, he was hard-mouthed and soft-hearted.

The two picked up the pieces again, and Yi Ning patiently explained to him how to play and break chess.

The more he taught, the more he felt that Yan Xuan was so smart that he was unbelievably smart. As long as he said any step one time, he would be able to draw inferences from it the next time, and even use chess moves better.

The two became more and more stalemate, and even soon Yan Xuan was able to catch Yi Ning's flaws.

"It's your first time playing?" Yi Ning became interested. He only had such a powerful feeling when he played chess with the Sect Master.

"Well, you teach well." Yan Xuan dropped a child, blocked Yi Ning's retreat, and smiled at him: "Good master, it's your turn."

Talking nonsense again... Xiao Yining's ears were slightly red, thinking, if this person is not so frivolous, maybe he is really his husband in the future.

Yan Xuan knew him very well, and sometimes he could even guess where Yi Ning would fall, and then he would make progress in stability and win in danger.

It's like the two of them were born to be so tacit.

Chess meets an opponent, that's how it is.

"What will I be like in the future?" Yi Ning asked suddenly, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, as if he just asked casually, but his fingers unconsciously squeezed the chess pieces.

Yan Xuan brushed over his fingertips without a trace, and said casually, "It's the same as now."

Yi Ning pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "How can it be the same as now?" His tone seemed dissatisfied.

To make people like Yan Xuan like him, he should be very cheerful and funny in the future.

Just like Mu Zilang or Xu Le'an, he laughs and jokes every day, is lively and troublesome, and is instantly lovable.

Instead, such a cold-hearted self.

Yan Xuan raised her eyes to look at him, then lowered her eyes to look at the chessboard on the table, and said casually, "Why not? What's wrong with this now?"

Hearing this, Yi Ning stopped talking.

Very bad now. He doesn't talk flattery, and he's utterly boring. Last time, Xu Le'an talked about the things in his hometown before going up the mountain, about the Double Ninth Festival climbing high to pick flowers, and about his friends playing the flying flowers with wine. Yi Ning didn't know anything.

Every time the class is closed, they can always see their heads close together, laughing and joking.

He watched from a distance, or practiced, or practiced swords, all of which were taciturn.

On that day, he occasionally passed by and heard them talking to Fei Hualing, and he answered casually. The air seemed to be stagnant, everyone stopped talking, Yi Ning paused, and finally said nothing, just turned and left lightly.

In fact, he picked it up very well. Before that, he had secretly learned how to play the Flying Flower Order.

It's just... Sometimes, he is out of tune with this world.

So he wanted to know why Yan Xuan was with him in the future, and could he have many friends in the future?

He who can be liked must be different from the one he is now.

"Come here." Seeing that he played the wrong pieces one after another, Yan Xuan guessed that he was not in the mood to play chess, looked at him with his chin on his back, and said, "Sit next to me, if you have any questions, ask directly."

Yi Ning looked at him hesitantly, and after dawdling for a long time, he finally got up and walked to his side, and was pulled by Yan Xuan and sat down.

"Speak." Yan Xuan simply said, staring straight at him.

Looking at him with such determined eyes, Yi Ning suddenly seemed to have the courage to ask tentatively, "What do you like about me?"

Yan Xuan didn't expect him to be so direct. It seems that Yi Ning when he was a child didn't have that much face, so he smiled softly and said, "I like everything."

Xiao Yining stared at him suspiciously and said, "But my personality is very boring."

"It's not that it's boring, it's that you are too patient."

"...I speak very ruthlessly."

"That's not very good, good advice is good for deeds."

"And I don't know about human life, let alone any taste."

Hearing this, Yan Xuan couldn't hold back a chuckle, reached out and rubbed his head, and said, "You just need to sit there and don't move, it's fun."

The palm of his hand was wide and warm, smoothing out the confusion in his heart a little bit. Yi Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly. He tried to speak again and again, but he couldn't say anything.

He... how could he be that good.

"In your mouth, I have no shortcomings." After a long time, Yi Ning muttered in a low voice.

Yan Xuan reached out and fiddled with the tips of his red ears, and was slapped away by a slap, and said in a low voice, "How come there are no shortcomings, for example, it would be nice if they could be more obedient."

Yi Ning glared at him and said, "My personality is like this, you can find someone who is well-behaved."

Well, I said the wrong thing, it's frowned upon.

"I don't go, some people cry secretly behind my back."

After Yi Ning heard this, he pulled out his wooden sword and stabbed him with a blank expression.

He doesn't cry, he hasn't cried for as long as he can remember.

Yan Xuan caught his sword, pulled him into his arms and hugged him again, sighed contentedly, and said, "Okay, it's time for me to go back."

Being held in his arms, Yi Ning didn't dare to raise his head, only the tips of his white ears were exposed. Hearing his words, his body froze slightly. After a long while, he muttered: "Do you want to go back to the future?"

"Well, there are still things to do." Yan Xuan didn't find anything similar to the magic formula in the fantasy realm, so he could only pin his hopes on Yi Ning's side.

After he finished speaking, he noticed that the little man in his arms had lost his voice.

It's broken, you won't really cry, will you?

Yan Xuan let go of him, looked carefully, his face was clean, and he didn't cry.

Just as he was relieved, he heard Yi Ning say in a very low voice, "I have one last question.

Are you really my husband? "

Yan Xuan replied without changing his face, "Yes."

Hearing the affirmative answer, Yi Ning seemed to be relieved, and said again: "Then why did you form a contract with me, is it because of my strong mana and can protect you, or because of my good looks, do you like this face? Or? Say…"

Didn't I just say the last thing, Yan Xuan wanted to laugh, but instead of laughing, he said sternly,

"Because you are Yi Ning, I only like Yi Ning."

Yi Ning stared at him blankly. No one had ever told him that, because he was Yi Ning and chose him. He has never been the one and only choice of others.

It turned out that someone really liked everything about him so much.

After a long time, Yi Ning suddenly stood on tiptoe, held Yan Xuan's face, and said firmly, "Wait a minute and then go, let me... remember your face."

After a pause, when Yan Xuan didn't react, the whole person was still in a daze, Yi Ning chuckled lightly and said, "Actually, it's pretty good looking."

The gods in the sky, if it is a dream, can you let his dream last longer and do it a few more times?

We can definitely see it in the future.

my husband.

He lightly placed a kiss on Yan Xuan's side face where he had not recovered his senses, and quietly put a chess piece into Yan Xuan's jacket.

The next moment, the wind and sand were blowing in front of him, and Yan Xuan couldn't open his eyes before he could make a sound.

Until the strong wind stopped, Yan Xuan finally left the illusion. There was no one around, and it was still the passageway with the ever-bright lantern.

He was stunned for a while, and took out the white chess piece from the front of his clothes. In an instant, the chess piece turned into a ball of gold powder, and then condensed in mid-air, turning into a small roll of white jade paper slips. is a prescription.

It turned out that this is the role of fantasy.

He misses Yi Ning so much now, he misses it very much.

"Tan Gan, I really can't walk anymore." Xiaobai leaned against the wall, he didn't know where Yan Xuan and the others went, and they couldn't find it by looking around aimlessly.

Gan Er grabbed him and scolded: "What are the four demon generals, the former Demon Venerable must have been blind."

The Four Demon Generals were not chosen by Yan Xuan, but by the former Demon Venerable who was killed by Yan Xuan.

When Xiaobai mentioned this, he was extremely proud: "You don't understand, I'm the strongest in the tiger clan. You always follow Yan Xuan, and you haven't seen it before. I'll show you some other day."

"Cut." Gan Er rolled his eyes at him and said, "Then who is stronger between you and the curse?"

"Curse evil? That neurosis is also worthy of comparison with me." Except for Yan Xuan Fuzhuo, Xiaobai has never been afraid of anyone.

He blew the head curtain, blocked Gan Er in the corner, and said, "My dignified tiger clan general can kill two curse evils with one punch."

Gan Er gave him a contemptuous look, and said, "Look at how powerful you are. If there is a plague, you will carry a burden and run away."

"Cough, cough..." Xiaobai coughed twice, pretending to be calm and explaining: "Because I guessed that it was done by Fu Zhuo, you haven't left the magic palace in nine years, so you don't know Fu Zhuo's scheming and methods. ."

After a pause, he said in a low voice, "In just fifteen days in the Southern Border, he killed all the Fujianmen."

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