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

After leaving the auction area, Yan Ping walked to a small river and continued to be in seclusion.

These two days have been the biggest Waterloo in his life!

Wen Ye was standing nearby. After sorting out what had happened in the past few days, he thought for a while before speaking.

"Senior, do you have anything to do with Shen Pingan?"

He wanted to know why Yan Ping was so obsessed with the name Shen Ping'an. Although Shen Ping'an was him, he dared to swear that he had never provoked anyone when he used the name Shen Ping'an.

Yan Ping turned around and looked at Wen Ye.

It is not easy for him to answer this question. In the original novel, he is the protagonist's biggest helper. In order to keep the plot unchanged in this life, he came here across thousands of miles.

He couldn't tell the protagonist that this was a book.

Yan Ping closed his eyes, put away his previous autistic mood, and his face was full of sorrow.

"Don't mind your own business."

"Anyway, I won't let anything happen to you."

Wen Ye: "..."

Not to mention how much older Yan Ping is than him, although he is only sixteen, he has experienced a lot over the years.

Wen Ye tried to argue, "This matter has something to do with me. There must be something I can know."

His usually cold tone and expression changed a little at this moment.

Yan Ping was unmoved, but walked a little further away, and said in a heavy voice, "When God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make his heart and mind suffer and his muscles and bones work hard."

"So don't ask."

"I won't tell you even if you ask me."

Wen Ye: "..."

Wen Ye took a deep breath and changed the question.

"Then why do you insist on letting me enter the Tianyang Sect?"

Yan Ping found a willow tree to lean against, and was silent for a while after hearing his question.

"If I don't show up, will you enter the Tianyang Sect?"

Wen Ye nodded without hesitation, "Yes."

His family was chasing him, and he would have no chance to breathe unless he joined the Tianyang Sect.

After talking for a while, Yan Ping suppressed his previous emotions. No emotion could be heard in his voice, and there was also a feeling of wanting to keep some distance.

"Then just pretend I don't exist."

"From now on, you should go the same way as you want."

Wen Ye was silent for a while. "So you think I have my own path to follow, and you only protect my safety and don't care about anything else?"

Yan Ping's face hidden under the mask was a little distorted.

This was not his original plan at all!

It's just that by some strange coincidence the relationship between the protagonist and him becomes too close, and his existence becomes too conspicuous. If the protagonist goes astray, the world will be doomed.

Moreover, Wen Ye's words were rather ambiguous. In order to prevent him from thinking too much, Yan Ping simply took advantage of the surging blood and energy just now.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth and fell into the mask.

Yan Ping took off his mask and gave a subtle reminder.

"Although I'm pretty strong, I'm injured and not that strong, so you still have to be careful."

The underlying meaning is to tell him not to think that he can do whatever he wants just because he has a bodyguard.

The breeze from the river blew up Yan Ping's hair, bringing with it the fishy smell of river water and a faint smell of blood.

Wen Ye: "..."

He looked at the blood flowing from the corner of Yan Ping's mouth and his pale face, and couldn't help but twitching his mouth. The words he wanted to say suddenly took a turn when passing through his mouth.

"Senior, isn't it painful to stimulate your Qi and blood like this?"

Yan Ping: “…”

He was in so much pain, almost dying, but he just wanted to remind this kid.

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping's gloomy eyes and wanted to laugh, but held it back.

The two days of spending time together were enough for him to get to know Yan Ping a little.

Although he was suppressing the surging murderous intent, he had not killed anyone since coming ashore.

Considering the temperament of those old men in the Wen family, Cheng Huiyuan was so provocative that wiping out the entire family was a piece of cake.

Yan Ping didn't kill anyone, but just took some spirit beads.

All in all, he should be considered a good person.

Wen Ye thought for a moment and asked, "Then do you still need me to follow you, Senior?"

Before, when they were on the coast, Yan Ping directly forced him to remain silent. If he were to let him go now, Wen Yeting wanted to know what he would say.

Yan Ping also recalled this and wanted to strangle himself with an expressionless face.

At that time, he wanted to find someone to work for him instead of the protagonist, but now it’s so funny that he actually wants the protagonist to work for him.

He leaned against the tree in a dejected manner and did not answer the question Wen Ye asked.

At the beginning, Yan Ping wanted to become friends with the protagonist in a pleasant way and then start to protect him.

But now, he was oppressing Wen Ye like a slave owner. Yan Ping suddenly realized a problem and looked up at Wen Ye, a little uncertain.

"I've been squeezing you so much these past two days, aren't you angry?"

Logically speaking, the protagonist Long Aotian should be ordered around by him like a younger brother.

Wen Ye should have said something like "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west; don't look down on the young and poor."

Wen Ye was stunned and shook his head sincerely.

"Although you made me do those things, I also got a set of exercises. I think this is a good deal."

Wen Ye pondered for a while and said, "I made a lot of money."

Wen Ye added, "You said you would give me all the spirit beads."

Yan Ping: “…”

Very good, in addition to the Long Aotian who uses a pseudonym, there is another Long Aotian who does not regard money as dirt.

This makes him look like a clown.

Yan Ping learned from his mistakes.

Anyway, things have come to this, so why bother worrying about what happened in the past? Just go with the flow. Anyway, the protagonist is in the palm of your hand, and the plot can still proceed.

Yan Ping stood up straight, confident and righteous.

"You will continue to follow me in the future."

Wen Ye: “Huh?”

Wen Ye was stunned. After hearing Yan Ping's words, he thought he wanted to cut off ties with him, but how come he was silent for a while and then just like that?

Yan Ping narrowed his eyes, a gloomy look flashing across his eyes.

"you are not willing?"

Wen Ye: "..."

Such a familiar sense of sight.

Feeling the threat, Wen Ye now knew that Yan Ping would not kill him, so he turned around and left, saying coldly.

"Unless Senior tells me why you are looking for me."

Yan Ping looked at his back and suddenly sneered.

Wen Ye just had a bad feeling in his heart, but the next second his neck was tightened and he was lifted up.

Yan Ping's lazy sneer came from the side.

"Little guy, I can't cure you."

Wen Ye: "Senior, a forced melon is not sweet."

"Hehe, whether it's sweet or not, you'll know after a while."

After Yan Ping finished speaking, he used his spiritual power to carry the person back to Feixian Inn.

In just a blink of an eye, Wen Ye found that they had returned to the inn.

Wen Ye's pupils shrank. He had never heard of this method of transfer.

The next second, a few suppressed coughs were heard from the side, and the hand holding him loosened, and Wen Ye stood on the ground.

Wen Ye's face was a little cold. Anyone who was forcibly taken away would be unhappy.

He pursed his lips and looked back. Yan Ping was leaning on the table with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, suppressing his cough.

His hair slid down from his shoulders, covering his fair neck, which occasionally trembled with coughing, revealing his pale and delicate face.

It looks languid, with a kind of fragile beauty.