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

Wen Ye, who was still in meditation, slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the window following the noise.

The early morning sunlight fell on Yan Ping through the window, outlining a perfect silhouette.

The white inner garment fluttered slightly in the breeze, as if in a dream.

"Since you think I have no clothes to wear, then go buy me two sets of clothes."

Yan Ping's voice brought Wen Ye back.

The shopkeeper under the window was still immersed in her beauty, and subconsciously said stubbornly, "Although you are good-looking, I will go if you ask me to?"

Yan Ping narrowed his eyes and said, "If you don't go, return the spirit pearl to me."

"And you just humiliated me and caused me mental damage, pay me!"

Shopkeeper: “…”

The shopkeeper's mind was distracted from the beauty and he jumped up in an instant.

"When did I humiliate you?"

Yan Ping said confidently, "You just said I had no clothes on, the underlying meaning is that I am immoral."

Wen Ye: “…”

She is indeed good-looking, but her mouth is a bit lacking.

Yan Ping argued with the shopkeeper for a long time, but the shopkeeper finally gave in and went to buy clothes.

When Yan Ping came down from the window, Wen Ye looked at his inner clothes and looked away feeling a little uncomfortably.

Yan Ping's ragged clothes were clearly revealing, but he was not surprised. Instead, he felt a little self-conscious when he saw the tightly wrapped inner garment.

Yan Ping glanced at him and said, "What's there to be shy about?"

Wen Ye was stunned.

If all men looked similar, then there would be nothing wrong, but the key point is that he was too delicate.

Wen Ye felt that it would not be out of place if he changed into women's clothes.

When Wen Ye thought of this, he couldn't help but cough dryly.

"Are you healed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had said something nonsense.

Yan Ping sat on the stool and poured himself a glass of water.

"No, I'm seriously injured. Those spirit beads are just a drop in the bucket."

Wen Ye fell silent.

Yan Ping finished drinking the water and continued.

"But it was quite useful last night. Otherwise, a situation like last night wouldn't heal so quickly."

As he spoke, he looked at Wen Ye.

After a while, he coughed and said.

"Thanks for last night."

Wen Ye was a little surprised. Although he didn't know what Yan Ping was referring to, he never thought that he would get a thank you from Yan Ping.

Yan Ping looked at his expression, clicked his tongue, and then pointed to a flying bead on the table next to him.

"This thing lit up after daybreak this morning."

Wen Ye looked at the bead.

Flying beads are used for communication. After crushing them, say what you want to say, and it will be transmitted to another bead.

The flying beads on him were given to him by Master Fu and his group last night. I'm afraid they are worried about him now.

"I'll take care of it."

Yan Ping watched Wen Ye walk aside, then turned around and started playing with the cup out of boredom.

He came to Qingyuan City just to find the protagonist. Now that he has found the protagonist and they are together by chance, it seems that he has nothing to do.

As he was playing, Yan Ping suddenly felt an itch in his lungs, which disappeared after he coughed a few times.

Wen Ye heard the noise and looked over here, then looked away.

Yan Ping didn't care about it. He put down the cup in his hand and looked at the red scar on his palm.

There are densely packed tiny scars. These flesh wounds have healed a lot now. When I was just injured, they were so deep that I could see the bones.

Yan Ping tilted his head and put his hand down.

Anyway, it’s okay. I might as well go back to the fat guy’s house today, take back the vestments, and see if he has got the invitation.

If there is no one, he will kill him directly. If he finds one, he will follow the clues and kill the people above him as well.

When Yan Ping thought of this, he suddenly became thoughtful.

Since you promised to teach people swordsmanship, why not teach them now? After all, you are the protagonist, and it is always good to have many skills. Actual combat is the best teacher.

Without caring whether Wen Ye was done or not, Yan Ping just opened his mouth and started shouting.

"Wen Ye."

Wen Ye looked back with some confusion, "What's the matter?"

Yan Ping pointed to the sword he bought yesterday and said, "Get ready to practice swordplay."

Wen Ye was silent for a while before nodding. "Got it."

The shopkeeper was very quick, knocking on the door at the same time, smiling broadly.

"Sir, here are the clothes you requested."

Wen Ye took the clothes from him, and the shopkeeper disappeared at the door in an instant.

He was stunned for a moment, looked down at the clothes in his hands, then raised his eyebrows and closed the door.

He presented the clothes to Yan Ping as if it had nothing to do with him.

"The shopkeeper bought it for you."

Yan Ping looked up and tilted his head, a little curious.

"Is he tired of living?"

I saw that the clothes the shopkeeper bought were all brightly colored. Although they were men's styles, very few people could pull them off.

The shopkeeper sent a total of three sets of shoes, socks and clothes. The shopkeeper also thoughtfully gave a half-hollow mask.

Yan Ping picked out a bright yellow outfit to change into. He was not tall, but not short either.

It's roughly the size of a teenager of eighteen or nineteen years old.

Wearing this bright yellow outfit and wearing that hollow mask, he exudes the aura of a wealthy young man.

Wen Ye was watching from the side and was quite amazed.

Yan Ping picked out a piece of clothing with great interest and threw it directly to Wen Ye.

"You wear it too."

Wen Ye: "...I am half a head shorter than you. These clothes don't fit me."

Yan Ping smiled slightly.

"Don't think I don't know you want to see me wear it."

Wen Ye's saliva choked his throat and he started coughing madly.

When the sun officially rose, two people who looked very ostentatious came out of Feixian Inn.

Behind him was the shopkeeper with his mouth wide open.

People passing by the street can't help but look at them.

Many eyes fell on Wen Ye. He had never experienced such a scene before.

Of course, being surrounded and scolded by others doesn’t count.

Wen Ye adjusted his hollow mask and followed Yan Ping a little uncomfortably.

"Where are we going to practice swordplay?"

Yan Ping faced the fat man's house and curled the corners of his lips.

Yesterday, the shopkeeper of Duobao Pavilion said that people from the City Lord's Mansion were trafficking mortals, and it seems to be related to the fat man's mansion.

"there."

......

The headquarters of the Cloud Chamber of Commerce.

Li Wenfu sat at the table, holding a cup of tea, looking at the fat businessman kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"You said they didn't come back last night?"

The fat businessman's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"I sent someone to follow them when they went out yesterday."

"But then they suddenly disappeared, and my people didn't see them until the evening."

Li Wenfu stroked his beard.

He is a cultivator, although he is only in the foundation-building stage, but he is a relative of the steward of the City Lord's Mansion, so this business fell into his hands.

Something happened in the City Lord's Mansion yesterday, and the butler was already in a bad mood. If something went wrong with this matter, he was afraid that he would be the one to get angry with.

"They left something with you."

The fat businessman hesitated.

Li Wenfu frowned when he saw this.

The fat businessman broke out in a cold sweat and no longer dared to think of hiding the money. He spoke immediately.

"One of them has his clothes in my house."

Li Wenfu snorted coldly.

"lead the way."

He had a method to find the people. As long as he got the clothes, the two men would not be able to escape.