I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 410 Happy Birthday

"I still liked your eyes' previous color better."

"It's black and shiny, like a black gem in a clear pool of water. You can see it at a glance."

Yan Ping pinched Wen Ye's chin and carefully observed the shape of his eyes, which showed a lot of regret.

Wen Ye wanted to close his eyes because of the pain in his dantian, but Yan Ping applied a little force on his jaw, forcing him to open his eyes again.

"Are you angry?" Yan Ping smiled at him, his expression particularly affectionate, "Then I was wrong. Your eyes are also very beautiful now, golden and shining, just like the sun."

As he spoke, he moved closer to Wen Ye and spoke softly. His voice was particularly gentle. If you didn't listen to what he said and only looked at his expression, you would blush.

"What do you think about me digging it out and keeping it? That way, even if you and I merge completely in the future, I can still see these eyes."

Wen Ye looked at the extremely familiar face in front of him, but with a completely different temperament, and the look in his eyes was full of malice.

This is the thing that occupied Yan Ping's body.

Wen Ye endured the pain and took a deep breath, then closed his eyes. Before the force on his jaw increased, he opened his eyes again and looked at Yan Ping.

"What on earth are you?"

His eyes were painful and focused, as if they were completely focused on Yan Ping.

The look in Yan Ping's eyes made him feel more and more pleased, and he didn't care at all about Wen Ye's little actions behind his back.

Different from the pleasure they felt when they received Yan Ping's perception in their sea of ​​consciousness, Wen Ye's gaze was truly on him.

He gradually groped his hand to Wen Ye's eye sockets, pressed slightly, and felt the elasticity under his fingers. He sighed.

"I am Yan Ping. I am his other side, but my sister and he don't want me to come out."

Yan Ping continued to press on his eyeballs with increasing force, his tone slow and deliberate.

"I know you don't want me to come out either."

He felt Wen Ye's body in his arms tremble violently, so he laughed. He looked down at Wen Ye and coaxed him softly.

"Don't be afraid, the pain will go away after a while. Once you merge with me, it won't hurt anymore."

After Yan Ping finished speaking, his fingers moved towards his eye sockets without any warning.

But it was at this moment.

A faint light suddenly spread out from between Wen Ye's eyebrows and instantly pressed against his fingers.

The figure in his arms turned over at the same time, and the light golden light quickly enveloped his whole body.

Perhaps it was because the amplitude was too great, as soon as he retreated, Wen Ye let out a violent cough, warm blood splattered on the ground, and he staggered against the wall.

Yan Ping looked at his current appearance and sighed softly.

"Why bother?"

Wen Ye looked up at him, gave him a deep look, then turned his head decisively and staggered towards the exit.

Every step he took was stained with extremely rich blood.

Even though his body was cold and stiff, Wen Ye's steps were extremely firm.

He wants to leave here.

The thing in Yan Ping's body wanted to use him to stimulate Yan Ping. Even if he didn't know the reason, he would not stay here.

Even if he died, he would die where Yan Ping couldn't see him.

Wen Ye did not reply. Yan Ping's expression suddenly turned gloomy. He looked at the direction where Wen Ye staggered away, his eyes were dark and his tone was inexplicable.

"Since you like me, why do you only accept my good side and not me?"

"Same to my sister. If she could kill me, she wouldn't have chosen to seal me."

"You are all the same. You only like him and not me."

When Wen Ye heard this, he paused.

And the next moment, an evil spiritual power appeared out of nowhere in this spiritualless space and attacked him.

"Then you will die together."

Wen Ye turned around suddenly.

Then he saw a smile on Yan Ping's face, but his eyes were full of cruelty and ruthlessness.

Wen Ye hastily formed a seal to block the attack, but was still knocked directly against the wall by the impact. The vibration of his back hitting the rough rock made him spit out a mouthful of blood when he landed.

Yan Ping looked at this scene, and a comfortable smile appeared on his lips.

He raised his hand again and sucked Wen Ye into his arms. Looking at Wen Ye's eyes which were still distracted and had not yet come back to their senses, he leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"I'll deal with him first, then I'll deal with you."

next moment.

All the evil thoughts that occupied his body faded away, and Yan Ping, who had just realized what day it was, suddenly felt the existence of his body.

The inside is cold, the surface is warm, and there is someone in the arms.

There was a strong smell of blood at the tip of my nose, like the smell of rust, which kept drilling into my nasal cavity and was reluctant to leave.

Yan Ping's consciousness went blank for a moment, and as soon as his spiritual awareness showed signs of agitation, he forcibly suppressed it.

The panting sound next to my ear was particularly light, yet very rapid, as if it was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

When he was about to open his eyes, the person in his arms suddenly moved, as if turned over, and buried himself in his arms. His voice was very calm, but trembling slightly.

"Yan Ping, don't open your eyes."

Yan Ping felt the warm liquid appearing on his body.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person in his arms.

Large dark bloodstains spread across the clothes, and the cheeks that used to be healthy and rosy were now pale.

Even under one of its pale golden eyes, blood was flowing.

In just a moment, Yan Ping realized what the evil thoughts were trying to do.

They were indeed one and the same, and he could easily tell what the evil thoughts were trying to do.

Evil Thought also understood very well what kind of emotional changes he would experience when seeing such a scene.

The black mist that suddenly surged up in the sea of ​​consciousness let out a sigh of satisfaction, and pounced towards the only remaining small piece of white consciousness.

I want to tear it into pieces and then completely merge it into one.

Yan Ping's eyelashes did not tremble. He looked down at Wen Ye in his arms and summoned a bit of spiritual power to repair Wen Ye's internal injuries as quickly as possible.

He wanted to throw the person out of the barrier.

But as soon as he raised his hand, Wen Ye grabbed it.

Wen Ye's face looked bad, pale was not enough to describe it, he held Yan Ping tightly.

"Out of control?"

Yan Ping looked at Wen Ye's current appearance, not knowing whether it was due to the influence of the fusion or because things were already a foregone conclusion, he suddenly stopped resisting.

Yan Ping raised his hand and pulled Wen Ye back to hug him again.

The azure eyes and the light gold pupils stared at each other for a moment.

Yan Ping suddenly kissed him, his cold and bloodless thin lips kissing Wen Ye's lips which were slightly opened due to surprise.

The warm and soft touch made him more and more fascinated.

And in Wen Ye's enthusiastic response after he came back to his senses, he felt even more warmth.

It's just that kind of closeness is like the caressing between little animals, rubbing their lips together awkwardly but eagerly.

Yan Ping was equally unfamiliar. He guided Wen Ye to penetrate with the tip of his tongue, wanting to take away all the warmth he could.

Wen Ye learned quickly. He learned the method cleverly but clumsily from the kiss led by Yan Ping.

Slowly changing from passive to active, he held the hand that Yan Ping was holding him with, and inserted his fingers forcefully into Yan Ping's fingertips, crossing their fingers and clasping them.

He placed Yan Ping's hand against the stone, and with his free hand he groped for Yan Ping's other hand that was being held.

The passionate and restless kiss exhaled hot and humid breath and rubbed against each other on the wings of the nose.

Only their eyes were always looking at each other.

There is only a calmness and tears that cannot be stopped from falling.

After a long time, Yan Ping suddenly laughed. He tilted his head back slightly and wanted to say something, but there was a rock behind his head and he couldn't dodge.

Wen Ye stopped and took the initiative to step back a little.

Yan Ping raised the hand that was not bound, wiped away the tears, then touched Wen Ye's injured eye. Seeing the tears falling again, he sighed softly.

"Don't cry, or you'll go blind."

Wen Ye suddenly leaned forward and hugged Yan Ping, his tears falling into Yan Ping's neck. The scorching temperature made him unable to help but retract his fingers.

"Is there no other way?"

The feeling of having his consciousness devoured was not relaxing, but Yan Ping laughed. He looked at the young man crawling in his arms like a small animal.

He felt a little helpless.

He said he shouldn't get emotional.

But how can he refuse such a clingy little animal that likes to stick to you?

Yan Ping raised his hand and pinched the back of Wen Ye's collar, then lifted him up and looked at him.

"Leave here, let everyone leave the Demon Realm, the sooner the better."

After Yan Ping finished speaking, he threw the man out.

The strong feeling of weightlessness at this moment made Wen Ye feel unprecedentedly at a loss.

He stood on the ground that was once again separated by the barrier, and was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Yan Ping's voice suddenly fell into his ears, very ethereal.

"Happy birthday."