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

Liu Qingpeng, who was guarding outside the door, has already left.

Yan Ping's murderous intent enveloped the entire flying boat, causing quite a bit of commotion.

He has to deal with the follow-up of this matter.

Fu Tiancheng walked out of the room and looked around subconsciously. He didn't see Liu Qingpeng, but only saw Wen Ye standing quietly outside.

Fu Tiancheng recalled the bowl of blood, and a complicated look flashed across his eyes.

Before this, Yan Ping really wanted to kill Wen Ye. If he hadn't suddenly come to his senses, they would have surely died.

But Yan Ping really didn't want to take action against Wen Ye.

Fu Tiancheng could clearly see Wen Ye's trust in Yan Ping, but he looked at his expressionless face.

Fu Tiancheng sighed, "Don't be too sad, he didn't mean it."

Although Liu Qingpeng was on the verge of death, he still remembered it clearly.

But he protected Wen Ye just now, and he would do so now. He never vented his anger on others.

"You go in and take a look at him. He's in a very bad state now."

Wen Ye looked up at Fu Tiancheng, pursed his lips and nodded.

Wen Ye passed through the formation at the door and walked into the house.

His eyes subconsciously searched towards the bed, and sure enough, he saw Yan Ping. Yan Ping was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face was pale and almost transparent, and he looked a little depressed.

Their eyes met.

But no one spoke.

Wen Ye was the first to look away, and when he saw Yan Ping's hair, he felt as if his eyes were stabbed.

He walked up to Yan Ping.

Yan Ping sat there without looking up, while Wen Ye looked down at the strands of hair on his head that were as white as snow.

"Senior, your hair has turned white."

Wen Ye's voice was very calm, as if nothing had happened before.

Yan Ping hummed and said nothing more.

Wen Ye looked at the strand of hair in silence for a while. His current behavior was actually a bit rude.

Yan Ping was a powerful man, and relying on the fact that this man did not kill him, he stood in front of him openly, looking down at him condescendingly.

Wen Ye has many questions to ask and many things to say.

Finally, he squatted down in front of Yan Ping, looked up at Yan Ping, looked at his half-closed eyes, and said calmly.

"I just heard from Master Fu that Liu Qingpeng was dead, but he was still alive just now."

"Did you save him?"

Wen Ye realized belatedly at this moment that he seldom used honorifics to address Yan Ping, and Yan Ping never took it to heart.

Only then did Yan Ping slightly raise his eyelids and look at Wen Ye in surprise. He thought Wen Ye would question him about why he wanted to kill him just now.

"Yes."

"How did you save him?"

“Essence and blood.”

Wen Ye raised his eyebrows. For a cultivator, essence and blood are like vitality, and every drop of essence and blood is precious.

"How much did it take?"

"One drop."

Although Yan Ping had no expression on his face, he was very cooperative.

She looks like an exquisite glass doll, but what she says is a bit arrogant.

Wen Ye was genuinely surprised. "One drop can revive a person in the Huadan realm. What realm were you in before?"

I thought Yan Ping would not answer, but Wen Ye saw him utter two words.

"Ask for the throne."

This is a realm that Qingzhou does not have.

Wen Ye's mind turned and he wanted to ask again, but Yan Ping looked at him calmly.

"I wanted to kill you just now, weren't you afraid?"

The trust between the two of them at the beginning was based on the fact that he would never kill Wen Ye, but he almost broke his promise today.

No one wants to have an uncontrolled time bomb next to them.

Wen Ye sighed. He stopped squatting and simply sat down next to Yan Ping.

Looking at Yan Ping, he glanced sideways, and his usually pale and delicate eyebrows were now mixed with a hint of hidden confusion because of him.

Wen Ye suddenly felt that all his previous problems had disappeared.

He looked at Yan Ping's pale eyes and suddenly smiled.

"No, being afraid won't solve the problem."

Even though Yan Ping was exhausted, he sneered.

"So you dare to stand in front of Fu Tiancheng and stop him?"

When Yan Ping thought of this scene, his expression darkened. If he had not been sober at that time, Wen Ye would have died for sure.

Yuan Zhou's only chance was destroyed by him, and a trace of murderous intent instantly emerged from Yan Ping's body, and then disappeared.

Wen Ye felt it a little and touched his nose.

"I can't let you kill Master Fu."

Although Fu Tiancheng showed special care for him because of his talent in formation, it was still care after all.

Yan Ping looked at him sternly, "Your life is the most important thing. When facing someone you can't resist, you should just leave."

Wen Ye didn't confront him and changed the subject.

"What did you say to Master Fu just now?"

Seeing that he didn't listen, Yan Ping couldn't help but clench his fingers into fists.

I used to think that this was Long Aotian, and it was his instinct to seek profit and avoid harm. And with me watching him, he never said much.

But now it seems that he was too protective of others, which made him a lot bolder.

Yan Ping's eyes gradually turned unfriendly as he looked at Wen Ye.

Wen Ye's gaze fell on Yan Ping's wrist, where there was an obvious red mark, which was gradually torn apart under the force of his fingers, but no blood flowed out.

Wen Ye frowned, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Yan Ping lowered his head and looked at the wound impatiently, then loosened his fingers, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's okay, be careful next time..."

He looked at Wen Ye and was about to give him a lecture, telling him to be careful about his life, but was interrupted by Wen Ye.

"How did you get better so quickly?"

Wen Ye's eyes were still moving across the tiny scars on the palms of his hands. These wounds had been there when Yan Ping came ashore, but they had not healed yet.

Yan Ping was interrupted, and his already unfriendly look made him even more irritated, with an uneasy aura gradually rising around him.

He stared at Wen Ye.

"I told you to be careful about your life."

"Did you hear that?"

Before he could listen to what was said, a dark look flashed across Yan Ping's unfriendly eyes.

Wen Ye was keenly aware of Yan Ping's abnormality, and his intuition told him that things couldn't go on like this.

He slowed down his voice and observed Yan Ping's expression. "I heard it. I swear, I will pay attention next time."

Wen Ye saw that Yan Ping's mental state calmed down a little after he said this.

Yan Ping also realized that he was a little out of control, so he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to regulate his breathing.

Wen Ye saw that his lips were a little dry, so he quietly got up and poured him some water.

He seemed to be lost in thought as he poured the water.

Yan Ping is particularly concerned about his life today. Is it because he almost attacked him?

What happened when Yan Ping was alone in the room?

But the most important thing is, what secret does he have that could make someone like Yan Ping care so much about his life?

Wen Ye thought a lot, but it was all only in a moment.

Bringing the water back and letting Yan Ping take a sip, Wen Ye suddenly recalled the original question.

"What on earth did you and Master Fu talk about?"