MTL - After Being Betrayed, The Immortal Master Ran Away With The Demon Venerable-Chapter 9 Yan's

Fang Shilan's eyes shuttled between Yan Xuan and Yi Ning, and it took a long time to digest this matter, and she took a deep breath and said slowly: "This poison is definitely not from my own hands. The curse poison is different from the person who cursed it, and the method of detoxification is different. It's different, but I can give it a try, but it's not guaranteed to be lifted."

Yi Ning nodded and said, "Okay, I will trouble you about this matter. Can I see the eighteen brides first?" Now he wants to know more about the status of the eighteen people, otherwise there will always be a cloud of doubt shrouded in it. his mind.

She got up from the futon and said frankly, "Of course you can, please come with me."

Follow the short ladder in the glazed tower to the largest tower room at the top of the tower.

There is a soft aroma everywhere in the tower room, which makes people feel soothed. Yi Ning sniffed lightly, it was rosemary. Gong Xiuxian walked not far in front of Yi Ning, as if dangling in front of Yi Ning on purpose.

"Hey, my hand hurts." Yan Xuan suddenly raised his hand to block Yi Ning's eyes, and said in a very natural tone.

Yi Ning knew that he was doing it on purpose, so he squeezed his wrist and pushed it aside, saying, "You deserve it." Who told you to take my sword?

The flesh on the top was still turned over, and the self-healing ability of the magic cultivator was so strong, Yi Ning knew that Yan Xuan deliberately pulled it apart.

Simply bullshit.

Yan Xuan snorted coldly, grabbed Gan Er casually, rubbed two furry skulls, and said in a voice just enough for Yi Ning to hear: "I see, ungrateful, all his eyes are his good apprentice."

The dignified Demon Venerable even spoke ill of people behind their backs. The corners of Yi Ning's mouth rose slightly, and suddenly felt that Yan Xuan didn't seem to be so annoying, at least it was more worry-free than some people.

Gan Er blinked her eyes and said in a puzzled way, "Does Shangxian like his apprentice?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yi Ning's movement upstairs froze in place.

Yan Xuan's voice behind him suddenly disappeared, and it was so quiet that only the sound of kicking and kicking on the wooden ladder could be heard.

Yan Xuan also thought that he still liked Gong Xiuxian.

But Yan Xuan never made a sound, and Yi Ning suddenly wanted to say something to explain the relationship between him and Gong Xiuxian, even though he didn't even know why he said it. When he turned around, he crashed into Yan Xuan's arms.

The distance was suddenly pulled in, and the steady and powerful heartbeat spread to Yi Ning's body through the close chest cavity. He was stunned, frowned slightly, and reached out and pushed Yan Xuan away.

"Huh?" Yan Xuan lowered his eyes lazily and said in a low voice, "Why does Shangxian still push me when he throws himself into his arms."

Yi Ning pursed his lips tightly, and clasped the fence beside him with his slender fingers and took two steps back. He was not used to being so close to people, especially this person was Yan Xuan.

The demon youth who was a head shorter than him back then can now look down on him.

Gan Er jumped and squeezed past the two of them, like an ignorant child who didn't understand the atmosphere, slightly relieving the embarrassment condensed in the air.

"Speak." Yan Xuan urged, but he was not impatient at all, but waited patiently for him to speak.

Everyone else walked in front, only the two of them were at the back, the narrow wooden ladder was blocked by Yan Xuan's big hand, like a separate small space.

Yi Ning felt that he was very strange. He had always hated magic cultivators, but he did not reject Yan Xuan's offending again and again.

—Is it because I covet the little he gave?

Just like a person trapped in a desert, when they see a pot of muddy water with sand, they will drink it without hesitation. But he didn't want to be like that.

Yi Ning's lips moved for a moment, and under Yan Xuan's gaze, he finally said, "It's alright, I told you to go faster."

After saying this, Yi Ning turned around and wanted to leave, but was pulled back by Yan Xuan's shoulders.

"If Shangxian likes his apprentice, why don't you accept me." Yan Xuan's voice was indifferent, but his hand on Yi Ning's body was extraordinarily strong, "I will definitely be better than him."

Yi Ning's heartbeat suddenly slowed for half a minute, and he couldn't tell whether Yan Xuan was deliberately mocking or joking. Yi Ning turned his head away from Yan Xuan's burning gaze, and said in a low voice, "I don't like it."

I don't like Gong Xiuxian, nor my apprentice.

"Okay." Yan Xuan said softly, as if he had reached an agreement with Yi Ning, put his hand in front of Yi Ning, and said, "Can the immortal give medicine to your husband?" He said word by word, Deliberately overweight the word husband.

Yi Ning's heart accelerated, he was worried that other people would hear Yan Xuan's words, but at the beginning he asked for it himself.

"Huh?" Yan Xuan was still urging him, "Can't you hear me, then I'll say it again." His voice suddenly increased.

Yi Ning gritted his teeth, and had no choice but to take out the ointment from the storage ring, dipped it in Yan Xuan's palm and dabbed it lightly, as if someone had to bow their heads under the eaves.

Seeing that Yan Xuan's heart was itching.

He liked that Yi Ning touched him so lightly, and liked watching his white fingertips stick to the ointment and rub it carefully. If it was before, Yi Ning would never have touched him like this, or even looked at him more.

Immortal Yi Ning, who is famous all over the world, is now giving medicine to a magician like him.

Such Yi Ning makes Yan Xuan feel that he has become more greedy, dissatisfied, and wants more.

"Okay, tear the wound and apply it yourself." Yi Ning threw the ointment in Yan Xuan's arms with a cold face, turned and walked up the wooden ladder.

The ointment bottle made by Bai Yu seemed to still have the warmth of Yi Ning's palm, and Yan Xuan's lips curled slightly, stroking it twice, as if holding Yi Ning's fingers.

The person in front stopped.

"It's here, it's here." Fang Shilan stopped in front of a curtain of emerald beads, stretched out her hand, and felt a warm feeling.

The floors here are all paved with warm jade.

More than a dozen women sat comfortably on the futon, some copied scriptures, some played tunes, nothing like the appearance of being caught and eaten by the rat demon as outsiders said.

Yi Ning looked at them casually, and there was nothing strange about them. Fang Shilan really took good care of them.

"No, there's one less." Yan Xuan said coldly, it was rumored that eighteen brides had been kidnapped, and there were only seventeen here. His eyes fell on Fang Shilan like a knife, Fang Shilan's fingers were slightly curled, and she did not speak.

A girl quickly got up and said, "Madam, Sister Xu is not feeling well and has gone to see a doctor."

"What's wrong, call her here, I have medicine here." Yan Xuan pulled Gan Er over and put it away, looked at the girl and continued, "Don't tell me she's too sick to get over."

The girl was frightened by the look in his eyes, and tears rolled down one by one immediately.

She was actually scared to cry by Yan Xuan.

"Cough cough..." Yi Ning grabbed Yan Xuan's belt with his hand behind him, and said to the sobbing girl, "It's okay, where do you think Miss Xu is seeing a doctor, we'll just go to her."

Yan Xuan raised her eyebrows, not avoiding Yi Ning's fingers.

"In, in Yan's Pharmacy..." After the girl finished shivering, Yi Ning nodded, but suddenly found Yan Xuan's body froze beside him.

"Which Yan's Pharmacy?" Yan Xuan's face was like a cloud before the rainstorm, and his voice was bone-piercing.

How could the pressure of the Demon Venerable be resisted by ordinary women. The girl's legs went weak and she slumped on the ground, crying sobbing that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Yi Ning keenly sensed something was wrong.

Yan's... Yan Xuan, is it related to Yan Xuan?

Fang Shilan's face was pale, but the handkerchief in her hand was sweating, and she said softly, "Relax, Lord, I will bring Miss Xu back."

"No need," Yan Xuan met her eyes and said with a deep look, "I will go by myself."

When he passed Fang Shilan sideways, Yan Xuan said in a low voice, "Fang Shilan, I underestimated you."

Fang Shilan's pupils shrank in an instant, and before she could speak, Yan Xuan had already walked away.

Gan Er hurriedly followed behind Yan Xuan, for fear of being left behind by Yan Xuan, she walked a short distance and then came back to grab Yi Ning's sleeve and said, "Shangxian, let's go." Otherwise, he can't keep up with the Lord. .

"Master!" Gong Xiuxian shouted from behind, but Yi Ning ignored him at all.

He looked at Fang Shilan, who was in a trance, but didn't say anything, turned around and followed Yan Xuan down the wooden ladder together.

Yan Xuan's face never improved, and he didn't even spit out a word. If he didn't speak, Yi Ning wouldn't ask him rashly.

After a long while, Yan Xuan stopped by himself, turned around and said to Yi Ning, "Hurry up."

Walking so slowly, is it waiting for Gong Xiuxian to chase after him?

Thinking of this, Yan Xuan's eyes fell on Yi Ning's hand, his fingertips moved slightly, and after a pause, he walked over and grabbed Yi Ning's Jian Sui, pulling him forward.

"Yan Xuan," Yi Ning gritted his teeth, grabbed his wrist, and said, "Let go, if you have something to say, you can say it directly."

Stop talking about the sword spikes, he just took them out of the storage ring and put them on.

Yan Xuan looked at the crowded street, wondering if he heard what Yi Ning said, and said casually, "There's nothing to say, hurry up."

Just saying this on his mouth, his eyes were stained with a hint of evil. Yi Ning often sees Yan Xuan's eyes with no emotion, lazy and languid, occasionally revealing vicious and unruly eyes, like a wild and untamable wolf.

But he rarely does.

I don't know how to describe it, maybe it's a bit of a painful look.

When Yi Ning saw him tilt his head, he quickly retracted his eyes, but Yan Xuan's eyes still flashed in his mind.

The golden pupils are actually very beautiful.

"It's here!" Gan Er said excitedly, standing in front of a mansion with a copper gate, on the high plaque above it were written a few gilded characters—

Yan's Pharmacy.

Yi Ning thought it was just a small pharmacy, but he never thought that the pharmacy's house was so big, it looked like it should be a pharmacy under a big family.

Gan Er walked beside Yi Ning and said in a stingy voice, "Shangxian, there is a good show to watch."

good show? When Yi Ning looked at her puzzled, Yan Xuan, who was not far away, kicked the door of the pharmacy down.

Dust was everywhere, and the bronze door changed shape like one made of ooze. Yi Ning covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, frowned and asked, "Aren't you going to knock on the door?"

Yan Xuan glanced at him out of the corner of the eye and said, "They don't deserve it."

Not only did he want to kick the door open, but he also wanted to kill all the Yan family members here.