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

Chapter 247 Update 1 first

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping's now clear vision, walked quickly to the bedside, and spoke softly.

"Senior, how are you now?"

Yan Ping looked at the tiredness on Wen Ye's face, then looked at the spirit chain that had been trapping him. He raised his hand slightly, pulled the spirit chain, and spoke lazily.

"what happened?"

Wen Ye's eyes then fell on the surrounding talisman chains, with a wry smile on his face, "Senior almost lost control yesterday."

Wen Ye recalled what happened yesterday.

Ji Heyu had just finished drawing the talisman and rested for a while when Yan Ping suddenly woke up.

He suddenly turned over and stood up, then fell down again unconsciously.

He did not close his eyes when he fell down. His pupils were dilated, but he stared at Wen Ye and Yu Tianhong with strong murderous intent and malice.

Although Yu Tianhong was confused, he remained silent on the spot.

Wen Ye was the most deeply touched. Ever since he fainted in the pond, his spiritual acuity had increased to a higher level.

Faced with Yan Ping's undisguised malice, his entire body froze.

Later, Ji Heyu discovered something was wrong and forcibly drew a talisman to seal him up. Wen Ye broke free from the stiffness and together with Ji Heyu helped Yan Ping lie down again.

Wen Ye told Yan Ping what happened yesterday in a few words, and at the same time temporarily stopped the Seven Star Locking Formation on Yan Ping.

The spiritual chain loosened again, and the previous feeling of shackles disappeared.

However, in addition to the Seven Star Lock, Yan Ping also had a talisman lock on him. Wen Ye spoke softly,

"Please wait a moment, Senior. I will go find Senior Rufeng for the talisman lock outside. He is still resting now."

Yan Ping did not comment on his unconscious loss of control yesterday. As long as no one was hurt, it was fine.

He glanced at the talisman lock lazily. It was just that the talisman papers were connected to each other and had nothing to do with Ji Heyu. It would not be a big deal if he just tore it apart.

"No need to go, just pour me a glass of water."

As Yan Ping spoke, he raised his hand, and his sleeve slipped from his wrist, revealing his pale wrist with distinct joints.

The talisman chain was grasped by beautifully shaped fingers. The spiritual power of the talisman chain was white, which set off the slender and powerful fingers.

With a light pull, the talisman chain that had trapped him for a long time broke between his beautiful fingers and shattered into many pieces. The interlocking talisman papers completely scattered and disappeared in that instant.

Wen Ye's eyes stayed on Yan Ping's action of breaking the talisman chain just now, and his mind was wandering.

He has always liked painting people when he painted Yan Ping.

But just now he had a rare impulse. He didn't want to draw a person, but only wanted to draw Yan Ping's hand.

Wen Ye's thoughts were scattered, but his attention was mostly on Yan Ping. Seeing that he finished talking so easily, he poured him some water as Yan Ping requested, making it a suitable temperature for drinking.

Yan Ping didn't think too much. He lazily raised his hand and tore off the talisman chain. Only when there was no more trapping objects around him did he put his hand down.

He closed his eyes and tried to sit up in bed.

Standing up was easy, but opening my eyes once I was sitting still was a little troublesome.

Dizzy. As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt dizzy again.

But compared to yesterday, this time is still acceptable, and it will be fine if I close my eyes.

Yan Ping sighed, "Trouble."

Wen Ye came over with a cup of water, "What's the matter, senior?"

Yan Ping tilted his head, his delicate eyebrows and eyes had a breathtaking beauty even with his eyes closed.

"It's just a small problem. Please pack your things and come with me to Guanshui City later."

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and said hesitantly, "Senior, why don't you take care of yourself?"

The injury Yan Ping suffered previously would not heal so quickly.

As he spoke, he handed the cup to Yan Ping and held it in front of him.

"Senior, drink some water first."

Yan Ping closed his eyes, but his hand took the cup of water accurately and took a sip. A rare layer of water appeared on his bloodless lips, making them look soft and bright.

Wen Ye's eyes fell on the slightly opened lips, and he was a little distracted.

He felt it was impolite to be stared at like that.

She forced her gaze to Yan Ping's eyes. His narrow and long eyes were tightly closed, but they outlined a slightly upward eyeliner, which, combined with his face, was inexplicably fascinating.

"You can stay in Taohuaju. It will take about half a month to solve the problem."

"After we resolve it as soon as possible, we should be able to come back and participate in the sect competition."

Wen Ye was silent for a moment, and only after his distracted thoughts came back to him did he realize what Yan Ping had said.

"..."

The sect competition and the reward for the champion. He almost forgot about it because so many things have been going on recently.

"By the way, where is Yu Tianhong?"

The ending tone of Yan Ping's voice rose slightly, with a hint of wonder.

Wen Ye remembered the incident when Yan Ping was hugged and thrown onto the bed by Yu Tianhong. Was he trying to settle the score with Yu Tianhong?

"..."

After Wen Ye pondered for a moment, he said tactfully, "He was locked in the room."

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows and said in an inexplicable tone, "Locked in the room?"

Wen Ye nodded, then remembered that Yan Ping couldn't see now, so he hummed and briefly described Yu Tianhong's situation again.

"He's not in a good condition right now. It's useless even if Senior Rufeng draws a calming talisman for him."

Yan Ping frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then handed over the cup of water.

"Go over and have a look."

After all, he had wasted a piece of his spiritual energy. Instead of rescuing the person, he ended up saving a fool.

Yan Ping knew the layout of his room very well. He couldn't open his eyes or use his spiritual sense, but he still walked as if he were walking on flat ground.

Wen Ye wanted to intervene but there was no place for him to intervene.

However, just as he walked into the yard, Yan Ping stopped and tilted his head slightly to look at the sudden breath.

His eyes and brows were closed, but he had a sharp edge.

"How did you come?"

It was only then that Wen Ye noticed that there was another person in the yard. He turned around, was stunned for a moment, and bowed slightly.

"I've met the sect leader."

The clan leader waved to him kindly, then looked at Yan Ping. Seeing Yan Ping's closed eyes, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

"Ji Heyu asked me to come over to help. What happened to your eyes?"

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows when he heard his voice, and then changed the subject, "My eyes are fine. Since you are here, I have something to tell you."

There was some doubt on the sect leader's face.

"What's the matter?"

"I want a small flying boat to go to Guanshui City."

Yan Ping treated it as if he was at home, he just asked for it without any hesitation.

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He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Small flying boats are not very useful, and the Tianyang Sect didn't prepare any."

Yan Ping tilted his head and was about to say something when he saw the clan leader speak gently.

"But I heard that Elder Xu of Fafeng has a flying boat that is very fast. I think it should meet your requirements."

The clan leader didn't ask Yan Ping what he was doing in Guanshui City, and didn't say a word.

Yan Ping sighed, "Okay."

Wen Ye's eyes were filled with ripples. He glanced at the sect leader and then at Yan Ping.

"How did you guys come here by chance?"

Ji Heyu's weak and puzzled voice came from behind.

[Update one chapter first, and the rest will be updated later]

Wen Ye paused slightly, then turned to look at Ji Heyu.

Ji Heyu looked unhappy, leaning against the door frame, his face showing obvious depression.

Yan Ping suddenly fell into a coma before, which was obviously a sign of something not being right, and he was also quite exhausted.

Just in case, the sect leader was called over, but Yan Ping woke up as soon as he arrived.

The clan leader looked at his undisguised tiredness and pale face, then looked at Yan Ping's eyes which had never been opened, and a hint of deep thought flashed across his eyes.

"The people you called over, you can handle it yourself."

Yan Ping was too lazy to pay attention to them. After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Yu Tianhong's room. Wen Ye looked at the sect leader and Ji Heyu, and decisively chose to follow Yan Ping.

Only Ji Heyu and the sect leader were left staring at each other in bewilderment.

If we only talk about age, Ji Heyu is the elder in front of Yan Ping and others, but in front of the clan leader, he is the junior.

At this moment, the two men looked at each other, and no one spoke. Finally, the sect leader spoke first, and his voice was gentle, no longer the tense tone when they met last time.

"How is Tianhong these days?"

Ji Heyu: “…”

He thought about Yu Tianhong's current condition.

Ji Heyu looked at the sect leader with a pale face.

Only when he saw the kind expression on the clan leader's face gradually disappear did he speak weakly and tactfully.

"There is a small problem..."

It was very quiet in Yu Tianhong's room.

Wen Ye walked in front, and his footsteps were a little heavier than before.

"Senior, please come this way."

He led Yan Ping away from the tables and chairs in Yu Tianhong's room. The table, which should have been smooth, had many carvings on it.

If you look closely, you can vaguely see words.

Yan Ping's fingers just touched it from the side. He stopped, rubbed it for a moment, and tilted his head slightly.

"what is this?"

Wen Ye was silent for a while. "Yu Tianhong left a reminder message. He should have been awake most of the time when he was controlled."

“He left us a lot of hints in this room.”

In addition to the set of tables and chairs, there are also things at the head of the bed, on the floor, and on the desk.

As long as Yu Tianhong can touch it, there will be some traces more or less.

Yan Ping paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Yu Tianhong's position. His voice was light and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. "You're quite stubborn."

Wen Ye didn't say anything.

When they discovered this, they were silent.

Because of this, to some extent, Yu Tianhong endured His torture alone for nearly a month.

Walking to the bed, Yan Ping listened to the steady breathing coming from the bed, "Is he asleep?"

Wen Ye shook his head slightly subconsciously, then reacted.

"No, Senior Rufeng drew a calming talisman for him. It's not good for his mind to stay awake for so long like that."

His mental disorder is too serious and I am afraid it will increase Yu Tianhong's burden.

Yan Ping opened his eyes slightly, just enough to see clearly what Yu Tianhong looked like now.

He lay unconscious on the bed with a talisman on his forehead, sleeping soundly.

Yan Ping took a look and then blocked out the light again.

The worsening dizziness after opening his eyes made him speechless for a while, and he stood there quietly.

A pair of hands suddenly rested on his arms.

"Senior, come and sit here."

Wen Ye's attention was always on Yan Ping, so he saw everything Yan Ping did just now.

Yan Ping tilted his head and simply followed him. He sat quietly in the chair, waiting for the dizziness to pass while thinking about Yu Tianhong's situation.

He has not studied much about the soul and only knows the basics. Under normal circumstances, Ji Heyu would know more about this than him.

But there is something a little unusual here.

He had encountered the symptoms that Yu Tianhong suffered when he was awake before. His memory was confused. He could either wait for time to pass and slowly recover, or receive assistance like him.

Waiting for time to slowly recover, I don’t know how long it will take...

Yan Ping tapped his fingers lightly, and as he was tapping, he suddenly realized something was wrong with his hands.

He subconsciously lowered his head and rubbed the thing in his hand. Without thinking too much, he knew that this was a warm bell. Although he couldn't see it, Yan Ping could clearly picture the appearance of the small warm bell in his mind.

Outlined with silver threads and wrapped in a layer of velvet, the warmth from within keeps flowing out.

It seemed like Wen Ye had stuffed it into his hand silently when they sat down just now.

Yan Ping's fingers that were stroking Nuan Ling stopped for a moment, his face looking a little strange. Was it too natural for him to take the thing that Wen Ye handed over?

When you are absent-minded, you just continue without paying attention to anything.

Wen Ye was making tea nearby. The sound of water gurgling could be heard and a hot mist was rising slowly from the teapot beside him.

After Yan Ping's attention was diverted from his thoughts, his hearing became sharper and he was able to exclude the movements of the two people outside.

The sound of Wen Ye brewing tea is very clear.

The boiling hot water brews the tea leaves, making a tinkling sound and bringing with it the aroma of tea.

The sound of tea pouring into the cup, along with the sound of Wen Ye's clothes when he moved, fell into Yan Ping's ears and was clearly audible.

Yan Ping tilted his head and was about to say something when someone suddenly came in from outside.

There were two footsteps, one was slightly heavy, the other was light.

Yan Ping raised his head and looked over, then said lazily, "Sit down first, don't be in a hurry."

Ji Heyu just told the sect leader a brief account of what had happened recently, and the things that happened during the conversation made the sect leader's face change.

From affable to expressionless, and then to livid.

As the sect leader, it was bad enough that there were demonic cultivators in the sect, but those people ended up plotting against Yu Tianhong, but he knew nothing about it and was completely focused on investigating the outside world.

The sect leader glanced at Yan Ping, then walked to Yu Tianhong with a gloomy face and took his pulse.

Ji Heyu sat next to Yan Ping, and he looked like he was about to die, weak and powerless.

Yan Ping didn't open his eyes, but he could feel Ji Heyu's light and rapid breathing, and he raised his eyebrows.

He simply opened his eyes a little, looked at Ji Heyu's appearance, and then closed it again.

Ji Heyu happened to look over, a little puzzled, "What's wrong with your eyes? Is your sea of ​​consciousness stable?"

Yan Ping held the warm bell in one hand and rubbed his temple with the other to relieve the dizziness he had just felt.

"It will be fine in a few days. You drew a few talismans and ended up like this?"

Ji Heyu twitched his lips and corrected him, "It's not a few pieces, it's hundreds of talismans that can work on you."

A lot of the blood he had managed to restore was wasted again.

Wen Ye poured each of them a cup of hot tea. Ji Heyu held the cup in his hands and instantly felt like he was coming back to life.

"It's hot, but comfortable!"

Wen Ye looked at his pale face, thought for a moment, and took out a spare heating bell from his bag.

"Senior Rufeng, try this?"

Yan Ping paused slightly while holding the teacup.