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

Chapter 140 Part of Yan Ping's Past

Yan Ping looked at Wen Ye and felt a headache.

"It's just a bruise, is that a big deal?"

Wen Ye remained silent.

The main reason is that this matter is not easy to talk about. It’s okay during the day, but he is thinking about it more now.

He also felt that the bruises under Yan Ping's clothes were glaring.

Yan Ping sighed, "What are you thinking about now? Tell the truth."

Wen Ye's eyes were cold, but his words were direct.

"I want to take off my clothes, Senior, and get rid of all those bruises on my body."

Yan Ping: "... Did you think like this during the day?"

Wen Ye shook his head and moved his gaze to Yan Ping's wrist.

“Just trying to get rid of that during the day.”

Yan Ping rubbed his eyebrows, so it was his fault.

But he had said before that if Wen Ye felt uncomfortable, he should speak out directly.

Yan Ping ignored his behavior of putting his hand down during the day.

He looked at Wen Ye's gaze, which could now be described as direct, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Yan Ping simply held out his hand and said coldly.

"Rub it, rub it with spiritual power."

"You are not allowed to rest today if you can't rub it open."

If the bruises on his body were so easy to remove, they wouldn't have lasted until now.

Wen Ye didn't know this. After hearing what Yan Ping said, he decisively knelt in front of Yan Ping, put his hand on him, and concentrated on using his spiritual power to rub him open.

If possible, Wen Ye didn't want to have any obsession in his heart.

In just one day, a thought could develop into this. Wen Ye couldn't imagine what he would become if he continued to suppress it like this.

Wen Ye's expression could be described as focused, his entire body and soul focused on that circle of bruises.

Yan Ping looked down and felt a toothache.

He felt like he was just like a landlord, oppressing child laborers.

Ah, yes, Wen Ye is only sixteen years old, no different from a child laborer.

Yan Ping used his other hand to press his throbbing eyelids.

Wen Ye's spiritual power is very peaceful, but it doesn't have much effect.

In order to dispel his idea as soon as possible, Yan Ping simply tapped his right wrist with his left hand and then injected spiritual power into it.

The active spiritual energy entered the bruised area, and a slight tingling and tingling sensation came from the wrist.

It only took a moment to inject spiritual power, and Yan Ping moved his left hand away.

But the slight tingling and numbness will last for a long time.

Wen Ye only had eyes for the bruise and didn't notice Yan Ping's actions at all.

Yan Ping glanced at him and simply closed his eyes to rest.

It doesn't hurt, but it just feels awkward.

In the past, no one except his sister would touch his hand like this.

As for the meridian that had been cleared clean, it had already begun to slowly absorb spiritual energy on its own.

By the time Wen Ye's spiritual power was almost exhausted, the bruise on Yan Ping's wrist had been mostly healed.

Yan Ping looked at his current appearance and pulled his hand back.

"Your spiritual energy is exhausted, go and rest first."

Wen Ye's eyes were still on his wrist, feeling a little unwilling.

"Just a little bit."

Yan Ping: “…”

Most of it was repaired with his spiritual power. Does this little bastard still think it’s his own credit?

Yan Ping was more tactful, "You should rest first. It will be difficult to recover if you don't have enough energy."

Wen Ye pursed his lips and slowly stood up.

He knelt for too long and used all his spiritual energy on Yan Ping. When he stood up, he felt his legs were almost numb.

Yan Ping was too lazy to help, so he just let the boy feel the pain himself.

As a result, after Wen Ye tried it once, he simply turned around and sat down beside the bed to practice.

Yan Ping felt the spiritual energy gradually gathering around him.

"..."

He simply lay on his back on the bed and pretended to be dead and asleep.

I slept lightly for less than two hours.

He felt a hand touching his wrist.

Yan Ping: “…”

He opened his eyes with a complicated look and saw Wen Ye with sparkling eyes.

Wen Ye was in good spirits at the moment, and when he saw Yan Ping open his eyes, he spoke softly.

"Senior, continue to sleep and don't worry about me."

Yan Ping felt his back teeth gradually clenching, but when he felt Wen Ye's gentle movements, he slowly loosened them.

There is only one protagonist, he can’t be killed!

Wen Ye continued to concentrate on repairing the wound. When he had no spiritual power left, he absorbed it. In short, the bruise was the only thing in his eyes.

Then, after a whole night of unremitting efforts, when the sky was slightly bright, he finally saw that the circle of bruise had faded to the point where it was barely noticeable.

Wen Ye felt that the thoughts that had been lingering in his head had finally subsided. His spirit suddenly relaxed, and fatigue and sleepiness came over him like a tide.

He held Yan Ping's hand tightly and did not let go. His hand, which had always been cold, finally warmed up a little tonight.

He knelt down under the bed and fell asleep on his stomach.

Yan Ping opened his eyes helplessly and looked at Wen Ye who had fallen asleep.

It is said that spiritual abnormalities vary from person to person. Some people are lazy in nature, and even if they have an idea, it may take them several days before they take action.

It's only been one day since Wen Ye started to work so hard without sleep. If he leaves it alone for too long, he might really grow into a bad shape.

Sorry, I wouldn't have done it this way earlier.

Wen Ye's breathing was a little shallow at this time. Although he had been controlling his spiritual power continuously all night, which was a huge drain on his soul, he still didn't fall into a deep sleep.

A trace of spiritual power popped out from the fingertips of Yan Ping's left hand, making Wen Ye sleep even more deeply.

Yan Ping then stood up and carried Wen Ye to the bed.

It's light, not heavy, and very light.

He casually pulled the quilt over him.

Yan Ping sat on a chair beside him and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

Today, he rarely recalled what happened before his memory awakened.

He was only fifteen years old at that time, one year younger than Wen Ye is now, but he had already reached the Danhua realm.

Before awakening his past life memories, he was not much different from other people born and raised in Yuanzhou.

Strictly speaking, if we have to say yes, it's only because he is too talented and he beats all the kids around him until they scream.

He is truly the king of children who was beaten into submission.

But those people couldn't afford to play with him, so after being beaten up by him, they went to ask his sister to beat him up too.

Life was pretty good back then. There were some ups and downs occasionally, but we were still happy.

I don’t know their future, I don’t know the future of Yuanzhou, I am carefree, I will follow the path of my ancestors in the future and spend my life on the coastline.

But such memories came to an abrupt end when I was fifteen.

It was just a daily trip out to kill sea beasts and hone his swordsmanship, but he could never go back to his previous life.

After being abducted by the evil cultivator.

Neither Yan Ping's physical nor mental state can return to the way it was before.

If he hadn't been persistent enough, his sister wouldn't have been desperate enough.

He had already become the person in the original novel, whose sword bone was extracted and refined into the sword that should have followed Wen Ye.

Fortunately, the memories of the previous life were awakened, but it was a pity that the memories of the previous life were awakened.

A murderous intent suddenly appeared around Yan Ping for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace in the next moment.

Ji Heyu, who was feeling melancholy in the yard, suddenly looked in the direction of Yan Ping. After making sure that he was fine, he continued to look at the moon melancholy.

Yan Ping slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wen Ye.

He suddenly laughed silently, with a little madness in his eyes.

Since he was able to kill those demon cultivators who wanted to pull out his sword bones for sword practice, he could naturally help Wen Ye's formation to perfection and then bring him back.

If Wen Ye is unwilling at that time, he will personally crush his soul and then repair it for him. He just needs to do it a few more times.