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

Chapter 217 You'd better not choose the wrong path in the future

"Senior Rufeng?"

A night passed and the sky was already bright.

Yu Tianhong's cautious voice came in.

Ji Heyu glanced at him, then looked at Yan Ping, who had a cold face and said nothing, with no expression on his face.

He just felt like he was having a heart attack.

What a waste of that pretty face. I was amazed at first sight, but after getting to know her for a long time, the more I look at her, the worse I feel!

Ji Heyu's voice was no longer filled with anger as before, but instead had a hint of fatigue.

"He is a child first, and then he is the person you are looking for."

"Wen Ye is not your subordinate, you should take care of yourself."

"If you can't do it, hand the person over to me."

After Ji Heyu finished speaking, he turned and walked out the door.

Yan Ping's expression finally changed this time. He looked at Ji Heyu coldly, "Wishful thinking."

Ji Heyu walked to the door and paused. He knew what Yan Ping was saying to him.

Ji Heyu turned slightly, and the light fell on him, half bright and half dark. He looked at Yan Ping calmly.

"If you can't, I'll try."

Although he couldn't beat Yan Ping, he had many ways to escape with his men, and he could always try them out one by one.

After Ji Heyu finished speaking, he took big strides and walked outside. The bright light outside completely enveloped him.

Yan Ping clenched his fingers into fists again, making a creaking sound, and the expression on his face became extremely terrifying.

The hand hung under the sleeve, and liquid slid down the fingertips and dripped onto the ground with a plop.

Yan Ping raised his hand and looked at the bright red blood on his fingertips. He slowly opened his stiff fingers.

The hole on the palm of the hand made by the fingers healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the bloodstains on the fingertips were still eye-catching.

Yan Ping smeared the blood on his clothes before moving his gaze to Wen Ye, muttering to himself nervously.

"Am I not good enough for you?"

"Whatever you want, I'll give you."

"Why does he say that about me?"

"If you are injured, I will treat you. If you are being chased, I will solve the problem for you."

"You are still a child, but I am not? I am only eight years older than you in this life, but I have to bear the life and death of an entire continent."

"I just let you try it, nothing happened to you."

"It's him on the contrary. He wants to rob you. He must want to die."

Just imagining Ji Heyu hiding Wen Ye, Yan Ping couldn't help but lose control of his emotions, and his pupils gradually turned red.

[Rule 29: Don’t let your emotions change]

The rules that his sister continued to formulate suddenly echoed in Yan Ping's mind. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed his out-of-control emotions.

Can't let it go.

When Yan Ping's emotions calmed down a little and the redness in his eyes was no longer there, he turned to look at Wen Ye.

The sweat on Wen Ye's forehead caused by the pain flowed densely together and then flowed down his skin and into his hair, making his hair wet.

Yan Ping walked from the foot of the bed to the head of it, looked at him for a long while, then turned slightly to sit on the edge of the bed.

Then he raised his hand and pressed it lightly on Wen Ye's forehead. A stream of spiritual power extended down, cleansing Wen Ye from head to toe, making him clean and refreshed.

But it only lasted for a while, and Wen Ye's forehead began to sweat again.

Yan Ping rummaged through the storage space, found a handkerchief, and wiped Wen Ye's face with it somewhat awkwardly. His pale fingertips held the handkerchief and pressed and wiped his face.

Yan Ping said to himself as he wiped it.

"Look, I'm good to you. Even my sister hasn't enjoyed this kind of treatment."

"I'm not bad to you at all. When you come back to Yuanzhou with me, you can get whatever you want."

"So when you wake up, don't listen to him."

Yan Ping just stood by and wiped Wen Ye's sweat. Compared with usual times, he talked a lot today, seemingly trying to convince others, but also seemed to be trying to convince himself.

After wiping again and again, Yan Ping finally threw the handkerchief away. He looked at Wen Ye's pale appearance.

Wen Ye's soul was attacked, so he could only rest.

But this rest period may take a long time, and it will be painful during this period.

But as long as he has the help of spiritual consciousness to warm and replenish, he can recover quickly.

Yan Ping's eyes darkened.

Just like that time in the Glass Mine.

He did something wrong this time, and Wen Ye might be angry, but as long as he tears off more spiritual consciousness and fills it in, Wen Ye will be controlled by his soul.

He didn't have to worry about Wen Ye betraying him, or being kidnapped, or not going back to Yuanzhou with him.

When Wen Ye's spiritual consciousness is almost exhausted, he can break Wen Ye's soul into pieces and then use his spiritual consciousness to repair it. As long as Wen Ye's cultivation is not as high as his, Wen Ye will never be able to escape his control for the rest of his life.

A strange smile appeared on Yan Ping's lips.

His originally calm sea of ​​consciousness suddenly began to fluctuate, as if an invisible hand was eagerly trying to tear out a piece of his consciousness.

But after the sea of ​​consciousness churned, it eventually settled down again.

The smile on Yan Ping's face disappeared, and he stared at Wen Ye, "You'd better not choose the wrong path in the future."

Yan Ping ultimately did not choose this method of direct control over people for a variety of reasons, perhaps because of the rules that his sister constantly updated, perhaps because of Ji Heyu's scolding, or perhaps because of the chair, cloak, and the clothes that Wen Ye carried with him.

On the bed, cold sweat was still coming out of Wen Ye's forehead. Yan Ping used his spiritual power to cleanse him again to make him feel more comfortable.

Yan Pingcai extended his spiritual consciousness and formed a golden seal that could nourish the soul.

The moment the golden seal was formed, his face turned visibly paler, but compared to the pain of having his spiritual consciousness torn apart, he was only in a little pain now.

Yan Ping controlled the golden seal and slowly dropped it into Wen Ye's brow. When the golden seal entered Wen Ye's soul, it emitted a faint light that enveloped his soul and began to repair him with an extremely gentle force.

The effect of this repair is average, but it has the advantage of not having any sequelae.

Yan Ping saw that the number of times cold sweat appeared on his forehead was decreasing, so he turned his back and quietly endured the pain that occasionally emerged in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Yu Tianhong's voice came from outside, "Senior, it's time for breakfast."

Yan Ping didn't respond.

In recent times, he really, really doesn't want to see Ji Heyu again.

Ji Heyu was sitting at the table, looking much calmer, at least he wasn't the type to point at Yan Ping and scold him.

"Don't worry about him, he won't eat it."

With Yan Ping's bad temper, if he could just stand there and listen to him nagging, he would probably have used up his patience.

Considering his last few words, I'm afraid Yan Ping doesn't want to see him at all now.

Yu Tianhong looked at Ji Heyu suspiciously and said, "I don't believe it."

Then he ran to the door and looked at Yan Ping who was sitting upright with his eyes closed. "Senior, would you like to have breakfast?"

Yan Ping didn't even open his eyes, "No."

Yu Tianhong came back slowly only after getting a definite rejection.

Ji Heyu drank some soup to warm himself up, and when he saw Yu Tianhong's current appearance, he sighed softly.

"Believe it now."