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

Emergency resolved.

Xia Tianxue took people downstairs to pick up things and arrange things at the same time.

Yan Ping sat in the hall for a long time, until evening fell. The evening sunlight shone in from outside the hall, paving a golden path.

When Wen Ye appeared from outside, he cast a long shadow, which went directly from outside the hall to in front of Yan Ping.

"senior."

The hall was empty, and Wen Ye's voice had a ethereal and echoing feeling.

Yan Ping shifted his gaze from the shadow and looked at Wen Ye who was walking inside. When he walked, the shadow on the ground swayed.

Yan Ping's mind was divided into two parts, one on looking at Wen Ye, and the other on looking at his swaying shadow.

My toes instinctively started to move.

As he looked, his attention was mostly focused on the shadow. The shadow was still shaking, and from the initial tall figure it turned into a human figure.

"senior?"

Wen Ye's voice came from close to my ear, mixed with a hint of confusion.

Yan Ping stood up silently, stepped on the shadow and crushed it hard, then spoke with satisfaction.

"Let's go."

Wen Ye: "..."

His attention was always on Yan Ping, so he saw Yan Ping's movements clearly.

No wonder there was no response to his shouting. Does Yan Ping have this habit of stepping on people’s shadows?

Yan Ping walked in front and Wen Ye walked behind him. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on them, giving them a light golden glow.

When passing a corridor, Wen Ye turned his back to the setting sun and walked aside calmly, letting his shadow fall in front of Yan Ping.

"Will you have dinner, Senior?"

Yan Ping tilted his head, a hint of hesitation flashing across his eyes.

In his understanding, people need to eat, but he seemed to have not eaten for half a year.

And he felt that he hadn't eaten for a long time, so it seemed that it was okay for him not to eat.

But, is Shen Pingan asking him to have dinner together now?

He recalled what he had occasionally heard before, that some of the demon cultivators on duty at Xueming Palace would get together to eat after their shift was over.

So Shen Pingan was asking him out for dinner?

Yan Ping shifted his gaze to Wen Ye, "Do you want to eat?"

He paid no attention to the shadow on the ground.

Wen Ye's eyes flashed with contemplation, and then his gaze turned to Yan Ping. A smile appeared on his face, "Yes, I also prepared some for you, senior."

Yan Ping's blue pupils moved slightly. As expected, Shen Ping'an was asking him to have dinner with her.

Since the kid wanted to invite him to dinner, it was not impossible for him to go. After all, he had never tried eating with others. Those demon cultivators were so enthusiastic about it, it should be quite interesting.

"Let's go."

Yan Ping completely forgot about Wen Ye's words about being his close attendant.

Until we returned to the main house.

He looked at the changed style in front of him and was visibly stunned for a moment.

In the past, the decoration of his main house was mostly cold and icy, but now the house is hung with beautiful calligraphy and paintings, as well as many beautiful and gorgeous ornaments, which are extremely eye-catching.

The wooden seats were cushioned and the lighting was extremely bright.

At first glance, the whole room was extremely gorgeous and soft, completely different from the previous cold but extremely majestic feeling.

Wen Ye stood next to Yan Ping with a smile in his eyes.

"Do you like this style, senior?"

Chang Xing, who was standing at the back holding a lunch box and waiting for orders, had a look of anxiety in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that the man favored by the Demon Lord would be so bold. After going to the city for a lot of shopping, he couldn't wait to finish decorating the house.

The decoration is fine, but the problem is that these arrangements are completely opposite to the original style of Xueming Palace.

The Demon Lord had never mentioned this before, so he must be satisfied with this arrangement, as none of them dared to move without authorization.

As a result, this guy messed up the Demon Lord's main house like this as soon as he arrived.

Chang Xing is now waiting for Yan Ping's response, feeling the nervousness of waiting for sentencing.

The Demon Lord doesn't like it, so he may not punish that young master, but he might punish them.

Then he saw the Demon Lord nod, "Very good."

At this moment, Chang Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that their Demon Lord really likes this person. The original layout was changed into another feeling that is completely different from his temperament. He was stunned for just a moment before nodding and saying yes.

It’s good that he likes it. As long as the Demon Lord likes it, he doesn’t have to worry about losing his head.

Wen Ye felt that the effect of the medicine in his body had worn off a lot, and his mood was much more lively than before. Hearing Yan Ping's answer, he curved his eyebrows.

"Then it seems that I have done a good job as a valet."

When Yan Ping heard this, he finally remembered what Shen Pingan said during the day.

His attendant...

So Shen Pingan didn't ask him out for dinner at all.

Yan Ping: “…”

He pursed his lips, walked into the room without saying a word, and sat in the first seat.

Wen Ye was standing at the back and did not notice the subtle changes on his face. He just took the food box from Chang Xing and followed Yan Ping's footsteps and walked inside.

Wen Ye looked at the place where Yan Ping was sitting. That place was suitable for entertaining guests, not for eating.

He carried the food box to another square table.

There is a snow-white cushion at the front and back seats, which looks soft and comfortable.

“Senior, come here to eat, that’s not a good place to eat.”

Wen Ye arranged the dishes and placed bowls and chopsticks on both sides.

When Yan Ping saw this scene, his originally gloomy mood improved slightly.

Very good, it looks like we are going to have dinner together, which can be considered a date.

He then stood up and sat down aside.

Wen Ye brought out a pot of wine with a smile in his eyes.

"Senior, are you drinking now?"

Yan Ping's gaze fell on the pot of wine, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he put his hands in his sleeves and gently tapped the warm bell in his hand.

He feels a little confused now, for example, he probably hasn't had a drink for a long time, but he also feels like he has been drinking frequently for a while.

He nodded.

"drink."

Wen Ye smiled, put the warm wine on one side for him, and sat down on the other side.

"Then please feel free to do as you please, Senior. I'm going to start eating."

Wen Ye really started to eat, he was quite hungry.

In the past, when he was in a bad mood, he was not keen on eating, just being alive was enough.

But now, his appetite seemed to be back, and he felt like he was starving to death.

Yan Ping watched him eat so happily for a while before picking up his chopsticks and taking a bite.

Ok……

It's quite spicy, but the taste is really average.

Yan Ping didn't know where this evaluation came from, but he was honest, so he started drinking.

With just one sip, the wine went down his throat, carrying a burning feeling deep into his body. A long-lost warmth instantly made Yan Ping's eyes light up.

With the wine in the water, the dishes didn't seem so delicious anymore.

When Wen Ye looked up while eating, he saw Yan Ping's sparkling eyes.

The coldness in those azure eyes dissipated, leaving only the crystal clearness, which was extremely beautiful.

Especially when those eyes are staring at you intently, it is even more touching.

Wen Ye: "..."