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

For Wen Fenglai, setting up a formation is a simple matter.

As long as he sees the remaining earth vein aura in the Demon Realm and connects them with the earth vein array patterns, he can form an array.

Different array patterns are used, resulting in different array effects.

But the prerequisite for all this is that he has to have time.

With Yan Ping's speed, he simply couldn't make it in time.

This failure made Wen Fenglai silently cancel the formation and chase after him again.

When Yan Ping took action, Wen Ye's body trembled slightly.

Close contact is useful to Yan Ping, but not much.

Wen Ye did not have any romantic thoughts in his heart, only a sense of pain. He stepped back slightly and stopped touching Yan Ping.

He looked slightly behind Yan Ping.

It was Wen Fenglai who was chasing after him. Just now, Wen Fenglai failed to set up the formation because he could not stop Yan Ping.

But he could vaguely feel the fluctuating aura in the air.

Wen Ye's thoughts were spinning rapidly. The pain in his head had turned into a dull pain without him noticing. He had no time to care.

He wanted to buy time so that Wen Fenglai could take action.

Wen Ye suddenly freed one of his hands, which had been around Yan Ping's neck. Many unusual array patterns appeared on his hand, forming a small light golden array that spread out from the palm of his hand and completely surrounded Yan Ping and him.

From Wen Ye’s perspective, he could not see anything, but from Wen Fenglai’s perspective, the earth vein formation pattern constructed by Wen Ye was extremely immature.

There are actually quite a few auras on the surface of the Demon Realm. These auras were originally expanded from the ground vein arrays under the Demon Realm, but the Demon Realm has been destroyed a lot over the years.

The originally huge aura has now become scattered small auras. The first thing Wen Fenglai wants to do is to use these auras to construct a formation and use the power of the earth veins to keep Yan Ping.

But Yan Ping was too fast and he couldn't keep up.

But now, the earth vein array pattern that Wen Ye expanded, although immature, is very clear.

There were many auras that resonated with the formations he constructed, and just in front of them, a very large aura was connected.

A hint of surprise appeared in Wen Fenglai's eyes.

The ground veins seemed to like him very much.

After a flash of surprise in Wen Fenglai's eyes, he accelerated forward. With Wen Ye's current level, passing that place should be able to allow Yan Ping to have a brief stop.

A hand suddenly appeared behind him, "What should I do?"

Wen Fenglai subconsciously turned his head to glance at the person next to him. He was a man with white hair and an extremely pale face. There was blood at the corner of his lips. It was obvious that he was in very poor health. He didn't look at him, but was looking straight ahead.

Wen Fenglai did not ask any more questions, but instead took the opportunity to speak, "Let me go faster and catch up with them."

Ji Heyu endured the consequences of his injuries and, with Wen Fenglai, sped up again and rushed towards Yan Ping in front.

He had suffered a backlash before, but he didn't dare to rest for too long. He took a few breaths to suppress the injuries in his body and rushed towards Yan Ping.

Then he saw the man who had been chasing Yan Ping.

Ji Heyu saw how he set up the formation and thought he should have a solution.

With the help of Ji Heyu, Wen Fenglai began to construct the formation wholeheartedly. This time he did not wait until the day came to start, but calculated in advance.

At the moment when the formation in Wen Ye's hand was about to touch the largest aura, Yan Ping's figure suddenly stopped.

The array pattern on his palm turned into broken light in an instant.

Wen Ye felt as if his lungs were hit suddenly by something, and huge pain spread from his internal organs.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of the body uncontrollably, the hot blood ran across the throat, then overflowed over the mouth and tongue, and overflowed from the lips in large quantities.

Then it dripped onto Yan Ping's shoulder, and the originally clean and tidy white robe was instantly stained with bright red blood.

The scorching warmth was transmitted from the shoulder into Yan Ping's now empty consciousness. It was very warm.

Yan Ping unconsciously paused for a moment again.

In this short period of time, which was so short that there was not even a breath left, Ji Heyu and Wen Feng arrived.

The timing of the battle was just right when he heard the news.

Almost as soon as the formation could cover Yan Ping, he immediately set up the formation. The spiritual power in his body began to flow and turned into countless golden formations of different sizes, connecting the auras that he could see.

In just a moment, Yan Ping and Wen Ye were deeply trapped in this formation.

Ji Heyu's attention was originally on Yan Ping and Wen Ye, but the moment those golden formations rose.

Ji Heyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

The golden formations before him perfectly overlapped with the formations that rose when he was captured.

That was the beginning of his defeat in life and his imprisonment from then on.

He remembered that scene very clearly.

At this moment, Ji Heyu could no longer feel the pain in his body. He felt like he was floating in the clouds.

He turned his head stiffly and slowly and looked at the person next to him.

He didn't pay attention before, but now looking at it again, the eyebrows and eyes of the person next to him are extremely similar to Wen Ye.

Ji Heyu's mouth slowly opened.

Although Yan Ping had told him long ago that the person who attacked him back then was most likely Wen Ye's father.

But when he saw the culprit who harmed him so unexpectedly, Ji Heyu felt an extremely complicated emotion in his heart.

This feeling of facing the person who harmed him is different from facing two juniors who know nothing.

After Wen Fenglai formed a formation to encircle Yan Ping, he relaxed a little.

It was the first time his son asked him for help, and it would be a shame if he couldn't help.

Then he noticed Ji Heyu's gaze. He tilted his head slightly, said nothing, but there was confusion in his eyes.

Ji Heyu's face was cold, and he looked at Wen Fenglai with a dark look in his eyes. He loosened and tightened his palms, and then tightened and loosened them again.

Now is not the time to settle scores.

Ji Heyu wanted to look away, but his gaze was always on Wen Fenglai, extremely dark.

Wen Fenglai did not notice anything unusual about Ji Heyu. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he looked at Yan Ping and Wen Ye again.

After the formation was formed, that area became an independent little world.

Powerful repulsive and pulling forces gathered on them, and no one could move.

Wen Ye rested his chin on Yan Ping's shoulder, and the blood on his lips kept flowing out.

His originally dark and bright eyes had now dimmed, as if covered with a layer of dust, and his complexion also had a layer of grayness and relaxation.

His formation could only restrain Yan Ping's unconscious actions for a moment, but this moment caused him to suffer a great backlash.

From the body to the soul, everything was in pain.

"senior."

Yan Ping did not respond.

Wen Ye did not give up and continued to call out in a low voice.

He couldn't see clearly in the distance now, he could only feel that Yan Ping had stopped walking. As long as he stopped walking and bought time, he would always be able to find a way.

At this moment, Yan Ping's body made very slight movements.

……

Yan Ping just stared straight ahead, the sunlight falling into his eyes was like a dark blue ice cave that had not melted for thousands of years in an extremely cold place, reflecting a chilling chill.

His mind was blank, and only the instinct from his body kept urging him to go back, and his thoughts were filled with thoughts of going back.

He was desperately lacking something, but he didn't know what it was.

Until he felt a steady stream of heat emerging from his shoulders.

A scorching hot feeling emerged from his shoulders and slowly seeped into his bones, making his extremely cold body hot again.

Although it was only a little bit, it tore out a small piece of space from his mind that was full of thoughts of going back.

He vaguely felt that someone outside seemed to be calling him.

The voice was low, hoarse, and unclear.

Yan Ping suddenly recalled the warmth he felt on his lips before.

He slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch the warmth and the source of the sound.

Yan Ping's movements were so slow that Wen Ye didn't even notice his movements until a hand appeared on the side of his face.

The moment Wen Ye was touched, his eyes, which had darkened due to pain, suddenly lit up.

He couldn't move, but his eyes looked downward.

The hand that touched the face had long fingers and beautiful joints, but it was bloodless, like a cube of ice, and gave people an extremely cold feeling when touched.

"Yan Ping, Yan Ping, are you awake?"

There was no sound in response to him, only that hand, stroking the side of his face, along his cheek, and finally groping Wen Ye's jaw.

The blood that was spit out earlier stained Yan Ping's hands. The bright red blood on the pale fingertips was particularly glaring.

"Senior, don't touch it, it's dirty there."

Wen Ye's voice was very soft and hoarse, and his eyes dimmed again.

Yan Ping is still not conscious.

Wen Ye was now in pain from the inside out, with waves of pain in his soul washing over his will.

The injuries in his body felt like a knife was stirring inside, and the pain was so severe that even his breathing was light.

Wen Ye wanted to tremble in pain, but he controlled himself tightly. He didn't have much strength left, and he had to hold on and wait for Yan Ping to wake up.

But the pain in the body will never stop because of will.

Just as Yan Ping's fingers fell to his chin and he felt the wet warmth on his shoulder.

Wen Ye's heart was churning again due to his injuries, and hot blood flowed through his throat and up.

Originally, I just needed to vomit it out, and the injuries in my body would be much better.

But Wen Ye instinctively didn't want to vomit on Yan Ping's hand. In the pain, he subconsciously closed his eyes, forced his throat to control, and swallowed back the blood that was rushing up.

The blood was very dirty, and when it fell on Yan Ping, it was like a glaring spot suddenly appeared in the white snow.

If possible, he didn't want Yan Ping to have blood on his body, as that would remind him that Yan Ping was injured.

But the injury will never go away because of will.

The result of forcibly swallowing the blood back is that the unsmooth breath in the lungs rushes up again, aggravating the injury and causing a large amount of blood to surge up.

It goes straight through the throat and flows over the mouth.

Wen Ye's pupils shrank, his body tensed up instantly, and the pain in his body broke out again.

Wow!

A large amount of blood flowed out from Wen Ye's lips, accompanied by an extremely strong choking sound.

The hot blood that came out from deep inside Wen Ye's body flowed down his jaw and fell onto the back of Yan Ping's hand.

The extreme heat and cold collided with each other, causing Yan Ping's fingers to curl up instinctively.

He listened to the muffled voice beside his ear and instinctively tilted his head slightly to look to the left.

The warmth he felt on the back of his hand seemed to penetrate into his bones, and it was so warm that he wanted more.

Yan Ping's fingers slid along the source of warmth and finally touched a warm and moist place.

He put his finger in and let out a satisfied sigh. At that moment, even the thought of going back seemed to be lessened.

Wen Ye’s eyes were wide open.

His eyes, which were usually calm and expressionless, at this moment, were like a cat's, with the pupils shrunk into a dot.

Not even the pain in his body could take his mind off it.

He stared blankly at the finger that was pressed motionlessly against the root of his tongue. It was very cold, but also very soft.

The smell of blood lingered in his mouth, but at this moment, Wen Ye felt as if he had taken a mouthful of snow. He was afraid that it would melt, so he didn't even dare to close his teeth.

He could still see Yan Ping's other fingers from the corner of his eye. They were long and beautiful. This should have been a dangerous scene.

Wen Ye recalled the erotic painting and his own dream, and he felt a sense of lust for no reason.

Wen Ye's tongue tip, which was pressed by Yan Ping's finger, curled slightly unconsciously. He felt it was dirty and wanted to push Yan Ping's finger out, but he couldn't bear to do so and wanted to take Yan Ping's entire body into his mouth.

The two were entangled, and he could only hold Yan Ping's hand tighter.

Yan Ping had no idea about this. The sharp but cold touch made him extremely greedy for a little warmth at this moment.

Yan Ping was unconscious, Wen Ye was injured and had no thoughts, the two of them maintained this posture as if no one was around.

Wen Feng looked at him for a long while, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely calm, but there was a trace of doubt in the depths of his eyes, and then it disappeared like smoke.

He turned his head to look at Ji Heyu who had been staring at him, "What are they doing?"

Ji Heyu's eyes were still dark. Ever since he became aware of this person, he had been experiencing waves of murderous intent in his heart, but he did not show it.

When he heard Wen Fenglai's words, he remembered Yan Ping and forced his head to look over.

Then Ji Heyu was stunned.

Yan Ping had his back to them, but Wen Ye was hugging Yan Ping from the front, so they could all clearly see the scene of Yan Ping putting his finger in Wen Ye's mouth.

"How long are they going to keep doing this?"

Wen Fenglai's calm voice reached his ears again.

Ji Heyu: “…”

The murderous intent that had suddenly arisen when he heard the news was now shattered to pieces by this scene.

There is no scene more outrageous than Yan Ping putting his hand in Wen Ye's mouth in front of Wen Ye's father.

When Yan Ping wakes up, will he run directly back to Yuanzhou...

Wen Fenglai was a man of few words. After saying these two sentences, he did not speak again, but quietly watched what was happening over there.

Ji Heyu couldn't help but glance at him, and his eyes and brows were indeed exactly the same calm as Wen Ye's.

It was as if he had known about this for a long time, so he was not surprised at all.

Ji Heyu didn't say much and shifted his attention back to Yan Ping. The most urgent task now was to resolve Yan Ping's issue first.

"How long can the formation trap him?"

Wen Fenglai simply calculated based on Yan Ping's behavior of breaking the scattered spirit formation, "One stick of incense."

Ji Heyu: “……?”

Ji Heyu suddenly turned his head and asked, "One stick of incense?"

How could he dare to waste just an incense stick of time? He decisively took Wen Feng and walked forward, "Can you activate another formation?"

Wen Fenglai nodded, "Okay, but it will take a long time, maybe an hour."