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

Chapter 325 Meeting again

Wen Ye sat in front of a tea stall, quietly watching the crowd passing by and listening to their conversation.

Most of those who come out at night are demon cultivators.

Except for the demon cultivators on the street just now, these demon cultivators outside seemed to be no different from mortals. They followed people arm in arm and went to various stalls to drink and eat meat.

It’s just that the food he eats has a little more spiritual power than what ordinary people eat.

It was completely different from the street he had been to before.

As Wen Ye was thinking, he suddenly smelled a hint of blood. He raised his head and glanced at the alley not far away.

The entrance to that street is from there.

It was just this one glance that made him stunned as if he was struck by lightning.

A familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Wen Ye's heart skipped a beat and his breathing involuntarily stagnated. He didn't dare to move his eyes, just staring at the figure at the entrance of the alley.

The figure standing at the entrance of the alley seemed to be aware of his gaze and tilted her head to look over. Her untied white hair swayed slightly, and her azure eyes looked at him as if covered with a thick layer of ice, carrying a chilling coldness.

Wen Ye's heartbeat, which had stopped for a moment, suddenly quickened. The sound of blood gurgling filled his ears. Everything in front of him turned into a distorted impression, so that he could only see one person.

Even though his hair color and pupils have changed, that person is Yan Ping, he is Yan Ping.

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping, his lips moved but no sound came out.

He wanted to get up, but he lost control of his body. He could only sit there, looking at Yan Ping who was standing at the entrance of the alley, staring at him motionlessly.

The blood in his body was flowing violently, and even his consciousness was screaming wildly.

get up!

He's here, he's there!

Come over quickly!

But the body remained motionless, like a broken machine, no longer accepting any instructions from the consciousness.

He looked at Yan Ping with a frown on his face, then looked away and moved as if he was about to leave.

Wen Ye opened his lips with difficulty, but still no sound came out. He stared at Yan Ping, and the joy he originally had turned into a huge rock at this moment, as if a big hole was smashed in his heart.

The gurgling sound turned into a huge sound of wind, whistling in my heart.

The next moment, the wind stopped, and the fallen boulders returned to their original path. His heartbeat began to beat wildly, forming a huge drum beside his ears, making his whole body numb.

Wen Ye's eyes were only on Yan Ping walking towards him. At this moment, his feelings were difficult to describe in words.

Yan Ping walked all the way to the tea stall and looked at the handsome young man who was staring at him calmly.

Until now, there was no change on the young man's face, but the deep pools in his dark eyes turned into a bottomless abyss, swallowing up all emotions.

Not like ordinary people.

When he came out of the alley, the anger in his heart had not yet dissipated, but the strange thing was that when he turned his head and saw the young man, his mood inexplicably calmed down a lot.

Even the previous figure was forgotten.

But the stuff in those eyes was too sticky, which made him frown slightly and not want to look at her anymore.

Yan Ping looked at the young man who had not changed at this time. He sat opposite him, stared at the young man and asked in a cold voice.

"What are you looking at?"

Wen Ye moved his lips, but still there was no movement.

The coldness in Yan Ping's eyes had completely disappeared at some point. He looked at the silent young man in front of him, frowned slightly, and still reserved his little patience for him.

"say."

Wen Ye tried his best to adjust his voice and finally made a vague and somewhat strange sound, "Look at you, you are good-looking."

Yan Ping: “…”

The frown on his brows had relaxed, but there was a hint of weirdness in his blue pupils as he looked at the young man in front of him with a calm face.

Was he being teased? Or was he being flattered?

Yan Ping tapped his hands slightly on the tea table and thought for a while.

It should be considered as flattering.

Although he had never looked closely at his appearance, he knew that he was good-looking.

Everyone in the Demon Realm was afraid of him. Unless necessary, no one dared to talk to him, and no one dared to praise him.

This young man is quite good at boasting, he is indeed not an ordinary person.

Yan Ping's eyes relaxed a lot. Since he knew how to praise, he should praise more.

He continued to stare at the young man in front of him but did not speak.

Wen Ye still couldn't move, but he could feel Yan Pingsong relaxing. Wen Ye's eyes, which had been calm and silent for a long time, suddenly lit up.

He looked at Yan Ping's current appearance. His originally agitated and tense emotions finally calmed down gradually at this moment. His voice was much clearer than before, but still a little hoarse.

"senior."

Yan Ping hummed instinctively, then reacted and frowned.

"Who allowed you to call me senior?"

Wen Ye looked at the unfamiliarity in Yan Ping's eyes towards him, as if he was seeing him for the first time.

Wen Ye was silent for a while. The expression on his face didn't change much, but it became visibly darker.

"So what do you want me to call you?"

Yan Ping looked at the man in front of him who suddenly wilted, and he felt a strange sense of discomfort.

Yan Ping usually had emotions such as annoyance and murderous intent, but today, such unnecessary emotions were rare.

It was a little weird, but he didn't mind it.

Wen Ye had been looking at him and suddenly spoke.

"Can I call you by your name?"

Yan Ping glanced at Wen Ye. He was the Lord of the Demon Realm, so being called by his name in the street was no big deal.

"Just call me senior."

Wen Ye suddenly curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

"Then follow what the senior said."

Wen Ye's gaze fell on Yan Ping's blue pupils, and then moved to the untied white hair behind him, which made him feel cool.

His gaze shifted back to Yan Ping's face, which was still as pale as ever.

There is no heat in the whole body.

Wen Ye moved his hands. His hands, which were originally numb and unable to move, finally showed some reaction. He took out something from the storage space and pushed it in front of Yan Ping.

"Senior, please."

Yan Ping looked at his slow and stiff movements, and then looked at the thing pushed in front of him, a small and exquisite ball, and he didn't know what it was used for.

He raised his hand to pick it up, and felt a strange warmth coming from the palm of his hand.

Yan Ping was stunned for a moment. He looked down at the warm bell in his hand and unconsciously clenched it.

Warm.

Wen Ye looked at his reaction, it seemed like they hadn't had any contact for a long time. The emotions that had originally calmed down, the white hair that he had tried hard to ignore, and the blue pupils, suddenly swept over him again at this moment.

What on earth did Yan Ping encounter in the Demon Realm to cause him to become like this!

The fingertips he had placed on the table suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably.

Yan Ping subconsciously looked at the trembling fingers on the table, and Wen Ye's eyes were also focused on his fingers.

But the expression on his face remained calm, and there was still a deep pool in his dark eyes.

Yan Ping didn't quite understand. He looked at his hand, then at Wen Ye's expression, and finally noticed something strange.

"You are sick?"

Wen Ye lowered his eyelashes. He wanted to take his hand back, but his hand was no longer under his control. His voice became ridiculously hoarse.

"No."

Yan Ping stared at him and said, "Don't be afraid to seek medical treatment."

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping without saying anything.

In fact, he didn't have this problem before today.

There was a noise of commotion in the distance, and it seemed quite loud.

Yan Ping didn't look back, he was just wondering if there was any powerful pharmacist who could treat illnesses in the Demon Realm.

He didn't think about whether he was caring too much about this person whom he had only met once. For now, he had a good impression of the young man and he didn't mind helping him.

Wen Ye did not look over, but just closed his eyes to calm his emotions. He did not know how long Yan Ping could stay, but at least he wanted to let his hands and feet return to normal before Yan Ping left.

The flying bead in his arms vibrated slightly.

"Found it, caught it, bring it back quickly."

"He still wants to resist, hurry up!"

There were sporadic sounds coming from afar.

Yan Ping suddenly realized a possibility. He raised his head and looked behind him. It was not far from them. If they wanted to see it, they could just fly over there.

But he was hesitant. He still didn't believe that he had a Taoist partner. However, the fact that the man named Wen Ye could have some influence on him was confirmed three days ago.

Yan Ping didn't want to lose control of his emotions. Anyway, the person had been caught, so he would wait and see what happened next.

The relaxation he had felt before disappeared at this moment, and coldness returned to his eyes.

When Wen Ye opened his eyes again, he saw Yan Ping who was frozen again. A hint of doubt flashed across his eyes.

"what happened to you?"

Yan Ping turned his head and his eyes fell on the young man. He thought this man was quite interesting. He was sick and was staying outside alone. He looked quite pitiful.

Since this person gave him a warm bell, and now the entire Demon Realm belongs to him, he has a large family and a large business, so it is not difficult to support such a person.

After a brief thought, Yan Ping didn't even ask any questions. He just grabbed the man's shoulders and went back to Xueming Palace.

In just a blink of an eye, changes occurred in Wen Ye's eyes.

The bustling crowd suddenly turned into an empty and cold hall.

The chill in the hall seeped into the bone marrow, and there was a faint but ubiquitous smell of blood.

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment. He looked around and realized that he was sitting on a throne.

The coolness beneath his body felt like it was in his bone marrow, spreading upward along his body. The throne was huge, with ferocious and cold iron beasts carved on both sides.

Judging from the style, it looks a bit familiar...