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

evening.

The forbidden land of demons.

A new round of inventory has been completed.

Yu Tianhong's swordsmanship was finally improved.

He ran to Yan Ping excitedly, his body covered in sweat.

"Senior, I made the improvements as you said, how do you feel?"

Yan Ping hummed lazily and passed it off. He didn't want to talk now, and he became visibly lazy. He picked up a pot of wine and drank most of it before putting it down.

Warmth spread through the body again, with a little numbness.

His consciousness seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy mist, a bit like the feeling he had when he occasionally lost control, but not so uncomfortable.

There was wandering mist in the azure pupils, and Yan Ping's gaze was not focused.

Yu Tianhong looked at his current appearance and scratched his head. He wanted to ask Yan Ping if he was drunk.

But when he looked at the wine jugs neatly arranged by Yan Ping on the other side, he gave up the idea. As far as he knew, those drunk people would throw things around.

He took out more than twenty jugs of wine in total, and now there are only five jugs left.

Yu Tianhong muttered to herself as she collected them.

"Senior, will you go back with us today?"

"I'm not busy today. I can cook for you when I get back."

"I can cook a lot of dishes. Many of you seniors have tried them and said they tasted good."

Yan Ping didn't listen to what he said. He was still enjoying the warmth rising in his body. His blue pupils seemed to be filled with mist.

When Yu Tianhong spoke at this moment, it was like a mosquito buzzing beside him.

Yan Ping frowned slightly, "Shut up!"

Yu Tianhong was stunned for a moment. Hearing the familiar voice of "shut up", he suddenly felt as if he was dreaming back to the past when Yan Ping was annoyed with him.

Yu Tianhong's face was immediately touched, "Senior!"

"Are you about to remember?"

Yan Ping stared back expressionlessly, whether he should remember or not was unknown, but he now had a familiar feeling.

For example, this idiot can't understand what people say, so just destroy him physically.

As soon as he raised his hand, he realized that he was holding a pot of wine in his hand.

Yan Ping's eyes fell on the wine jug. His empty mind took a while to react before he remembered that this fool was the one who gave him the wine.

If he kills him, no one will give him wine except Shen Pingan.

Yan Ping frowned.

But this guy is really noisy.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report."

A female voice sounded.

Yan Ping raised his eyes and saw a bright and beautiful woman, his left protector.

Yan Ping tapped the wine jug lightly with his hand. He just wanted to drink well now and didn't want to hear anything.

He frowned and said coldly.

"Everyone, get off."

Xia Tianxue was stunned for a moment. She glanced at the wine jug beside Yan Ping, then looked at Yan Ping's now normal face. His pupils were focused, but there was mist in his eyes.

Xia Tianxue: “…”

Xia Tianxue immediately led his men to retreat smoothly.

She has met many people, some of whom can drink without getting drunk.

Yan Ping was dangerous enough at ordinary times, and she didn't want to face a drunk Yan Ping at all.

It was completely dark at this time.

In the forbidden area of ​​the Demon Realm, there is only the faint blue light emitted by the sea elixirs.

The dark blue light exudes a sense of chilliness for no reason, and one can feel the chill just by passing by.

Yan Ping walked with a very straight posture, walking on each square in a standard manner. Occasionally, the hem of his clothes would sweep down Haidan next to him, but he didn't care.

In the forbidden area, in addition to the Haidan that Yu Tianhong and his team had just hunted this time, there were also those sent from the cape.

In the forbidden area of ​​Demon Realm, they piled up into many small hills.

When you walk deep into these sea dans, a little bit of the moist scent of sea water appears in the air.

Yan Ping walked in it, smelling the damp air, and felt like he had returned to a familiar place.

It’s a pity that this kind of dampness is mixed with coldness, which he extremely dislikes.

Every time he stayed in the forbidden area, he felt a bone-chilling cold, and it would take him a few days to recover after he got outside.

Yan Ping raised his hand and took a sip of wine, and warmth reappeared in his body.

At the same time, he began to close his eyes and absorb the cold and damp breath in the air.

The light in the dark blue sea pills was drawn out bit by bit.

It transformed into streaks of faint blue light and flowed into his body.

The whole process is very long.

Yan Ping will move to another place only when the dark blue color of the sea dan fades away and only pure spiritual power remains.

It was very cold, but he had to do it.

Tonight I have some wine to warm me up, but before I just stayed sober and endured it.

Yan Ping's hazy consciousness recalled the beginning.

During the first month after he woke up, he was in pretty good condition.

But when the full moon came that month, he felt weak from the inside out.

It's like a fish that has been landed, lacking something essential.

He expanded his spiritual sense and found this place. He absorbed the things in it, and the feeling of exhaustion disappeared.

Therefore, compared to food, Yan Ping felt that these sea dan beads were more like his necessities.

He now occasionally loses control for two days every month, and he wonders if he is not absorbing enough.

Wait until all the sea dan beads in this forbidden area are absorbed.

It was already late at night.

Yan Ping slowly walked out of the forbidden area.

The moonlight fell, illuminating his unfocused blue pupils.

His body was freezing cold at this moment, his consciousness was partly hazy from being drunk, and partly numb from being frozen.

Yan Ping moved his stiff body and went straight back to the door of his house, intending to go in directly.

He felt as if something was different.

He tilted his head and looked towards the side room.

There was a sound of someone groaning in pain.

Yan Ping's eyes focused slightly.

"Shen Ping'an."