Bound to Mary Sue, I am against involution in the world of immortal cultivation

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"Okay," Fan Ning smiled, his eyes curved, and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand, flashing silver light.

"I can't see clearly like this. How about trying a cutaway?"

"Whether it's true or not, I have to see it to confirm... Don't you dare?"

Seeing her playing with the dagger as if she was going to cut at any second, the young man felt a little embarrassed. He could only fake a smile and said angrily, "If it was that Lord Ling You... would you also try to cut it off with your own hands?"

"How do you know I haven't gouged it?" Fan Ning looked at him, raised the tip of the dagger to his chin, and slightly raised it, sneering: "Who do you think you are? Do you think you can compete with him?"

The narrow eyes drooped.

He calmly accepted the fact that he was disliked, with a slight curl of his lips and even his tone became much lower.

"I'm really a little envious. I don't know what it is about Mr. Lingyou that has caught your attention. Obviously, that face will only become boring after a while, right?"

The young man paused, then slowly raised his head, revealing his pair of golden eyes.

【! The host is being attacked! 】

The system entrenched in Fan Ning issued a warning.

Fan Ning's expression was still calm. He was distracted for a short moment before quickly recovering.

"Tsk, another little trick like this," she fiercely grabbed the young man's chin, and slammed him against the door in front of her with a "bang", rushing straight in without mercy.

Blood slowly seeped from the young man's forehead. He closed his eyes weakly, as if he had suffered a severe backlash.

"Ahem... the last person I couldn't control... was that Demon Lord..."

Fan Ning curled the corners of her mouth slightly, taking in his slightly crazy look, and soon let go.

"His Highness Fan Ning really doesn't give me any chance to dream..."

The young man slowly stood up. The little bit of color on his face did not make him look ugly, but instead gave him a kind of messy and destroyed beauty.

He seemed to know how to seduce people naturally, with his eyebrows slightly drooped, making him look very weak and seductive.

"I have no intention of becoming an enemy of Your Highness... Although that unworthy Demon Lord wants to test your strengths... But you know, this mouth of yours is most capable of saying considerate words."

"If you're willing..."

"Are you threatening me?" Fan Ning interrupted him while he was about to speak.

Her gaze fell on the pair of eyes that were full of anger and resentment again. She had to admit that after removing the disguise, the eyes were much more beautiful and attractive.

But what does it have to do with her, Fan Ning?

This little trick... a certain demon lord who had become a dead soul under her sword had used it quite often.

"If you want to be my subordinate, then of course there's no problem." Fan Ning narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down, the curve of his mouth gradually turning cold, "However... we still need to solve a small remaining problem first."

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Night fell in a flash, and the two men, who had been waiting for Fan Ning to return for a long time, began to get impatient. They looked at each other and quickly knocked the guard unconscious.

The location of the village chief was not difficult to guess. The two of them groped around and collected information around them. When they approached the particularly ostentatious door, they could faintly hear the sound coming from inside.

“…Don’t…don’t do this…”

"I can't stand it anymore..."

The man's voice was both evocative and alluring. Ling You, who was standing outside the door, froze in thought before he kicked the door open.

With a "bang", two pairs of eyes inside looked over.

Fan Ning nodded at them, and stretched his legs slightly on the chair, just enough to reveal what he was holding.

It's a long black whip.

And another person...

He was hung upside down on the beam, and his body was constantly rotating with the movements of Fan Ning's hands.

The gorgeous clothes, like butterflies, hung down in wisps. Some places seemed to have been damaged by a whip, and were torn and bloody.

"Don't look at him," Ling You walked forward unhappily and covered Fan Ning's eyes.

Jiang Biehe rarely opposed him. He walked forward to take a look at the situation of the hanged man and had an idea in his mind.

"I just added some itching powder," Fan Ning pulled the rope in his hand, and the person who fell on the beam was hit by the beads on his hair.

He let out an unbearable cry, followed by a complaint of forgetfulness.

"Be gentle, Your Highness Fanning... If you hurt my beautiful face, who will help you..."

"Well... I can't always stay close to you... that dull face..."

Realizing that he was still pulling him down, Ling You twitched his lips.

"Is this how you find out information?" Ling You couldn't help but ask.

Fan Ning smiled lightly, not showing any sign of having his bad taste exposed. Instead, he clamped the hands covering his eyes and blew on his palms with a smile.

Ling You felt an itch in his heart, realizing that he was being teased by her again, and subconsciously wanted to hide.

But the next second, the face opposite turned back. Ling You looked at the pair of sad golden eyes and suppressed his intention to dodge.

"My face is dull?" Ling You's tone was hard.

Another two seconds passed before he realized he had said something jealous, and his face suddenly turned red.

"Oh, then you have to let me take a good look at it," Fan Ning teased him again, holding Ling You's face with a smile, and her sparkling eyes moved closer and closer.

Ling You stopped breathing all of a sudden.

He lowered his head and squatted down to allow Fan Ning to move better. At the same time, the other hand hanging by his side seemed to be bewitched. Completely disregarding the owner's consciousness, he carefully hugged Fan Ning's waist.

In a place he didn't notice, the resentful expression behind him became even more intense. He was about to say something to ruin the atmosphere. At the critical moment, Jiang Biehe stretched out his hand and calmly covered the mouth.

"Don't disturb her."

Jiang Biehe looked at Fan Ning's face, which was obviously enjoying itself, and it showed that he had thought it through, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Who is he?" Facing the face that was getting closer and closer, Ling You swallowed uncomfortably.

He wanted to close his eyes, but that was too obvious... so he could only rack his brains to come up with a sentence to try to cover up the burning sensation in his ears.

Fan Ning actually stopped.

Before Ling You could even feel sorry for her, he saw her lips part slightly and she said with a smile, "Now, it's my disobedient subordinates who are doing the wrong thing."

"Jiangxue... is a very suitable name."

Ling You's shyness froze in an instant.

The moment he heard Fan Ning's praise, an ugly emotion suddenly blinded his heart.

"...Do you like it very much?" he asked.

"Hmm..." Fan Ning pinched the other person's earlobe, which felt very nice, and said, "Don't you know what I like?"