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

"What's up with him?"

Fu Tiancheng couldn't help but speak.

Yan Ping placed one hand on Liu Qingpeng's chest, feeling the vitality settled inside, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"I used my blood to save him before."

"The realm gap is too big. If he can't be controlled, he will have a good impression of me."

Yan Ping said this, pointing at Liu Qingpeng who was looking at him silently but with a look of joy.

"See, that's it."

Yan Ping also looked back at Wen Ye and said, "If someone wants to give you essence and blood for free in the future, don't believe it."

Wen Ye: “…”

Recalling Liu Qingpeng's previous cold look and then looking at his current look, he remembered it.

Fu Tiancheng had never heard that essence and blood could have such an effect, and subconsciously ignored what Yan Ping said about the realm being too high.

It seems that Yan Ping’s hand is still on Liu Qingpeng’s chest, pressing it lightly from time to time.

"...So what are you doing now?"

Yan Ping controlled the essence and blood that had settled in Liu Qingpeng's heart, and slowly absorbed the overly rich vitality in the essence and blood.

"I'm sorry for accidentally hurting him that day, so I pulled some things out. The remaining spiritual energy is my apology gift."

Yan Ping moved quickly, and a green breath floated out from Liu Qingpeng's chest and entered his body.

The wisp of white hair floating on the top of the head suddenly turned black and was no longer abrupt.

After Yan Ping finished, he turned around and left.

Then I heard Liu Qingpeng's implicit attempt to keep him.

"This is the control room of the flying boat formation. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Fu Tiancheng: “???”

To be honest, I have been doing this recently in order to avoid affecting my old friend's mood.

So he never mentioned Yan Ping.

Liu Qingpeng is usually normal, except today.

In order to retain people, you can even invite them to visit the formation in the control room.

Fu Tiancheng wiped his face and grabbed Liu Qingpeng who wanted to follow.

"How long will he last like this?"

Yan Ping slid down without looking back, "It depends on him. If he's fine, it could be three to five days, but if he's not fine, it could be a lifetime."

"Not letting him see me for a while will help with his recovery."

Wen Ye, who was following behind Yan Ping: "......"

Leave the top floor of the flying boat.

Yan Ping found a place with pleasant scenery and convenient sunbathing, leaned against the fence, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

He had let out a large bowl of blood before, and he felt cold after waking up. Standing in the sun, he felt a little more comfortable.

Wen Ye stood beside him, looking at the clouds occasionally rolling under the flying boat, and relaxed his mind.

After a while, he turned and looked at Yan Ping.

With long, beautiful black hair behind him and some loose hair fluttering in the wind between his eyebrows, Yan Ping's profile looks exquisitely beautiful.

It is also a pleasant thing to look at the beauty instead of the scenery.

Yan Ping was very relaxed. Noticing Wen Ye's gaze, he turned his head and glanced at him lazily, then looked up at the sky in the distance.

There was clearly nothing in this glance, but it inexplicably made Wen Ye's heart jump.

He had gotten used to the feeling from the spirit chain these days, but now it became conspicuous again and could not be ignored.

It was as if he was grabbing Yan Ping's wrist and holding Yan Ping's waist...

Wen Ye suddenly raised his hand and covered his eyes with his palm, but a small blush strangely appeared on the tip of his ears.

"What are you doing?"

A lazy but clear question came to my ear. In the absence of vision, even Yan Ping's voice seemed to have changed.

The clear, pleasant and magnetic voice, and the lazy tone of voice are like feathers tickling the ears, making the heart sway.

Wen Ye felt that this was a bit of a misstep.

He forced himself to calm down and put his hand down.

"fine."

"I still have to ask Master Fu a few questions tonight, so I'll be leaving now."

Wen Ye turned around and walked away as usual.

"strange."

Yan Ping glanced at his back in confusion, then looked away and continued to bask in the sun lazily.

It was not until the evening when the sun had set that Yan Ping returned to his room.

As soon as I sat down after entering the room, I saw Yu Tianhong rushing into the room excitedly. Although her face was a little pale, her eyes were full of happiness.

"Senior, you finally woke up!"

"How is it? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I have a lot of pills here. I didn't dare to try them on you before because you were asleep."

As he spoke, he placed a lot of pills on the table.

Yan Ping: “…”

The quiet room suddenly became noisy, but Yan Ping was in a good mood after just basking in the sun, so he knocked on the table.

"Quiet."

Yu Tianhong's voice suddenly stopped, and he suddenly recalled that Yan Ping had previously disliked him for being noisy.

His voice suddenly became smaller.

Yan Ping glanced at the pills on the table. They were all good stuff, but he didn't need them.

He supported his chin with one hand and said lazily.

"Keep it for yourself."

Seeing that Yu Tianhong wanted to say something, Yan Ping stretched out his hand and waved at him.

"Come here and let me see your spirit."

If you take someone else's medicinal materials, you have to do good things for them.

He didn't expect to sleep for twenty days.

Yu Tianhong obediently walked up to Yan Ping and stretched out her hand.

Yan Ping closed his eyes and probed into his spiritual sense, seeing Yu Tianhong's condition clearly, and frowned.

"Have you been drinking the medicine you brewed recently?"

Yu Tianhong nodded and said, "I drink it. I drink it every day."

Yu Tianhong hesitated for a moment when she said this, "Ten days ago, I started to feel something was wrong with my soul, and then I started taking medicine on my own."

"At first I only had a small sip a day, but now I drink three times as much a day."

Otherwise, the evil energy in his soul could not be suppressed at all.

Yan Ping tapped his fingers and pondered for a moment.

"Twenty days ago, did you enter the illusion?"

Yu Tianhong recalled the content of the illusion and subconsciously clenched his fists before loosening them.

"I went in. I heard from Yun Xi that I stayed there for quite a long time."

When Yan Ping heard this, he felt helpless.

In order to get out of the illusion caused by his murderous intent, one must either be killed in the illusion or kill his way through the illusion.

Usually constructed based on the bloody killings that the person fears most.

The demonic energy in Yu Tianhong's soul was not simple to begin with, and now that it has been stimulated, the demonic energy has increased.

If he hadn't taken medicine every day, he wouldn't even have the chance to get out of bed.

In short, this was Yan Ping's own fault.

Yan Ping took a deep breath, and released a few strands of spiritual power from his body, which began to flow through Yu Tianhong's soul.

Every time Yu Tianhong gets up and moves around every day, he feels heavy both in his soul and in his body.

However, when Yan Ping's spiritual power was flowing through his body, he clearly felt his soul becoming relaxed, and his body became lighter as well.

When Yan Ping removed his hand, Yu Tianhong felt as light as if she was walking on clouds.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw Yan Ping's delicate and flawless face, and subconsciously held his breath.

After staring at her for a long time, she said happily, "Senior, you are so beautiful."

Yan Ping: “…”

To save trouble, he used a little more spiritual power.

Now it seems like people have been washed away and become stupid.