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

Yan Ping said this very seriously, and he was already thinking about what to do in his eyes.

In his opinion, if one of those sea beasts comes ashore, there will be two more, and as time goes by, there will be more and more.

Then it erodes the land bit by bit, causing it to collapse into the Wuwang Sea.

He had no idea about Qingzhou's future, but he had some ideas about the title of Continent Master.

The title of Continent Lord is much better than the Demon Lord and it should belong to him.

As for who the original ruler of Qingzhou was, that was not within his consideration at all.

Wen Ye looked at the thought in his eyes and felt a little headache and helpless.

He just wanted to try to make Yan Ping remember something, and he definitely had no intention of letting Yan Ping rule Qingzhou.

Although it is not impossible to let Yan Ping be the ruler of Qingzhou, since he is originally the ruler of Yuanzhou and can hold the position concurrently, but Ji Heyu must be considered at least.

Ji Heyu is still imprisoned under his name!

"Senior, this matter is not urgent for now, we can take our time." Wen Ye advised in a low voice.

Yan Ping glanced at him, somewhat confused.

"Why not hurry?"

"The sea beasts have already started to come ashore. If we wait until the time comes, it will be too late."

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment, "What time?"

Yan Ping frowned, "Chao Yue, in a few months, Chao Yue will arrive."

It is not an easy task to defeat those sects in various places within a few months. You have to defeat them one by one and then recruit them into your organization.

When the tide comes, the sea beasts will become more ferocious. By then, it will be more troublesome to deal with those sects and make them obey orders.

These things should be common sense, but why do they all know so little about sea beasts?

As Yan Ping thought about it, he looked at Wen Ye and saw that the blood color on Wen Ye's face had faded. The deep pools in his eyes suddenly moved without wind, and the mixed emotions set off a huge wave.

He was stunned for a moment, and then saw Wen Ye suddenly hugging him.

At this time they were all sitting on the bed. When Wen Ye hugged him, Yan Ping hesitated for a moment, but still did not dodge, allowing him to hug him with great strength.

Feeling the body in his arms trembling silently because of fear, Yan Ping wanted to raise his hand to comfort it, but he hesitated. The relationship between them should not be so close.

Besides, Shen Pingan is waiting for someone. It is hard to explain their current behavior.

But he looked down at the hair of Shen Ping'an falling behind him, shaking with the slight trembling of his body, and sliding down from his shoulders one by one, outlining his thin shoulders, and a trace of pity was revealed for no reason.

An inexplicable emotion flashed through Yan Ping's heart, but he finally followed his heart, raised his hand to comfort the person in his arms, and lowered his voice.

"what happened to you?"

Wen Ye's mental state, which had been recuperating for more than half a month, was mostly ruined by two consecutive shocks.

He was now listening to the sounds from the outside world, and his ears felt as if they were filled with water, and were a little blurry.

When Yan Ping mentioned Chao Yue, he inevitably thought of last year when Yan Ping said he was leaving, and then he never came back.

Wen Ye finally remembered something he had never noticed. Tidal Moon occurs every year, and Yan Ping only spent one tidal moon in Qingzhou, and things became like this now.

He didn't know whether Yan Ping was well or not. Yan Ping had no memory now. If he was not well yet, what would Yan Ping be like this year?

Just thinking about it was enough to stir up waves of emotions in Wen Ye's mind that could not be calmed down.

He didn't want to go through that kind of waiting again. He didn't want Yan Ping to leave again and get into trouble where he couldn't see. His eyes gradually turned red.

The more Wen Ye thought about it, the stronger the strength in his hands became. He wished he could seal the person in front of him, skin and flesh, deep in his bone marrow. Only in this way could Yan Ping be safe.

Until he felt a pair of cold hands gently patting his back, the cool feeling made him feel a little calmer.

Yan Ping allowed him to do so, and his hands soothed him again and again. Only when he felt the person in his arms stopped trembling did he speak again.

"what happened to you?"

For fear of scaring the person in front of him again, he lowered and slowed down his voice, making it sound much softer.

Wen Ye's emotions calmed down a lot. Apart from a slight tightness in his temples and a little pain in his head from time to time, there was no other abnormality.

But he did not let go of Yan Ping, but continued to hold him, speaking in a low, hoarse voice.

"Yan Ping, I'm scared."

Yan Ping paused and glanced at the slightly bent back of the man in front of him. His hair fell on both sides on his shoulder blades, and part of it fell down with his clothes, outlining his smooth and beautiful waistline, which was quite seductive.

"Who allowed you to call me by my name?"

Wen Ye said nothing, but hugged her even tighter.

Yan Ping narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, motioning him to stand up.

Wen Ye was unwilling, so he hugged her tightly again and refused directly.

"No."

Yan Ping was almost so angry that he laughed. He wanted to push the man away, but when he thought about how he had suddenly fallen ill for no apparent reason, he did not move.

"You don't want it if you say you don't want it?"

Wen Ye said nothing, his head buried in Yan Ping's shoulder, his voice muffled and hoarse.

"Yan Ping, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that Chao Yue will come again."

Yan Ping did not understand what Wen Ye said. At this moment, he was feeling all the sensations on his shoulder, which was close to his neck vein and was extremely sensitive.

For example, the airflow generated by the breathing of the person in your arms, the warm and moist breath, sprays on the neck. That small area feels a little itchy, and there is a tingling, numbness and trembling feeling, which spreads along with the blood in the body.

Yan Ping narrowed his eyes unconsciously, and the hand on Wen Ye's shoulder trembled slightly.

Yan Ping felt that his current condition was a bit strange, like the small feeling on his neck.

Logically, he should feel disgusted by such an unfamiliar experience, but he felt a little comfortable, which was quite strange.

It took Yan Ping a long while to realize what Wen Ye had just said. He shuddered and lifted up Wen Ye's head which was still buried in his neck. He refused to talk in this way.

Yan Ping raised his hand and pressed it against Wen Ye's brow, ignoring his previous feelings, and forced a straight face as he said, "What is there to be afraid of Chao Yue? Just kill her when the time comes."

Wen Ye was forcibly pushed away, but his hands held tighter. He felt the coldness between his eyebrows and then looked at Yan Ping.

Then he froze.

Yan Ping still looks the same as before, but there seems to be some subtle changes. For example, his originally cold blue eyes are still blue, but the coldness in his eyes seems to have turned into mist, softening his current coldness.

Wen Ye was lost in thought and didn't say anything for a while.

Yan Ping just thought that he was fine now, and then he looked at his hands that had been strangling him for a long time, and he continued to raise his hands to slap them away.

"Have you not taken your medicine recently?"

"Why did you get sick again out of nowhere?"

Wen Ye reluctantly let go and spoke in a muffled voice.

"I'll go get some medicine from Magatama later."