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

Yan Ping took the box and looked at the two magic weapons inside, which were two chess pieces.

One black and one white, obviously a pair.

Judging from the aura, it can block the killing moves of the Shidan realm, so it’s okay for Wen Ye to use it.

Yan Ping simply pushed it to Wen Ye.

"Keep it."

When Mu Qingwan saw this, she knew that Yan Ping had accepted it, and she relaxed a little.

Yan Ping looked at Mu Qingwan and spoke in a clear voice.

"Come and practice sword skills tomorrow. During your stay in Fire Spirit City, I will teach you sword skills."

Mu Qingwan is in her early twenties, and her sword moves have become a habit. It will be a long process to correct her sword moves from the basics.

Mu Qingwan doesn’t have time. The original novel doesn’t clearly state the reason, but there is a high probability that she will die in Fire Spirit City.

If she could find another way and improve her swordsmanship in a short period of time, there might be a glimmer of hope.

There was an uncontrollable joy in Mu Qingwan's eyes.

"Thank you, senior."

Yan Ping waved his hand and stopped talking.

Wen Ye felt the coolness coming from his wrist through the spirit chain, which was even colder than during the day.

Wen Ye frowned, and barely found a relatively thick black cloak from his storage bag and handed it to Yan Ping.

Yan Ping opened the cloak and put it on. His slender fingers tied the black laces, making his skin look even whiter.

His usually pale face appeared even paler against the black background, and even had a faint bluish chill.

Mu Qingwan hadn't left yet. Seeing this scene, she poured a cup of steaming hot water from the teapot next to her and placed it next to Yan Ping.

Yan Ping took the tea, but did not drink it. Instead, he put it in his palm to warm his hands.

The bloodletting did affect him. He was already in a state of blood loss, and he had a large bowl of blood bled that day.

Now I feel a chill running down from my bones, and my body seems unable to warm up. Wrapping myself in a cloak doesn't help.

The only source of heat is the cup of hot water in your hand.

But after just a short while, the hot water cooled down.

Yan Ping sighed.

Mu Qingwan thought for a moment before speaking, "Senior, are you cold now?"

Yan Ping hummed and looked at his bloodless fingers.

"It's cold. I feel like I'm almost freezing."

Mu Qingwan searched the storage bag on her body and took out a small round bell the size of a palm.

He handed it to Yan Ping with a sincere look on his face.

"This is a warming bell that my mother customized for us. As long as you put a spirit bead in it, it can be used to warm your hands."

"If you don't mind, you can try it."

Yan Ping took a look at it and found it was indeed very small, and it was obviously used by girls.

But he didn't mind at all and glanced at Wen Ye.

Wen Ye went up and took the warm bell. After putting the spirit bead inside, a warm feeling indeed rose.

For them who were already feeling a little hot, this thing was a little scalding.

Yan Ping liked it after taking it. If nothing else, at least his fingers were not so cold anymore.

Mu Qingwan saw that nothing was wrong, so she turned around and left.

Only Wen Ye and Yan Ping were left in the room.

Neither of them had dinner today. Wen Ye thought about Yu Tianhong who had just been tricked out by Mu Yunxi and felt that she was a little unreliable.

"I'll go get some food. What would you like to eat, senior?"

Yan Ping held the warm bell in his hand, turning it around in his palm, and said lazily.

"I want it hot, hot."

It was fine during the day when there was sunshine, but at night, Yan Ping felt that the chill was emanating from his body and radiating throughout the room.

It's cold everywhere.

Maybe eating something hot would be better.

However, Wen Ye had only been out for a short while when he came back carrying something.

When Yan Ping saw him, a hint of surprise rose in his eyes, "Why so fast?"

Wen Ye pointed outside the door helplessly, "Yu Tianhong is really going to get you food."

It was rare that she was thoughtful enough to give him one as well, although it might be that the thoughtful person was Mu Yunxi.

Yan Ping twitched his lips and said nothing.

Wen Ye placed the dishes on the table. Yu Tianhong prepared food for Yan Ping in the same style as always, mostly appetizers.

It just so happened that Yan Ping wanted to eat something hot today, but there were only one or two dishes on the table that he could try.

Wen Ye thought about it, took out a pot of relatively strong wine, used his spiritual power to warm it into hot wine, and poured him a glass.

"Try eating it this way."

Wine can warm the body, so eating like this is almost the same as eating hot food.

Yan Ping held the warming bell in one hand and drank slowly with the other.

The warm wine brings a sense of warmth as it enters the mouth, and as it slides down the throat, it brings a slight burning sensation.

As it fell into the stomach, a hint of warmth finally appeared in the cold body.

Although it was still very cold, Yan Ping squinted his eyes comfortably.

Wen Ye is not as talkative as Yu Tianhong when eating.

He ate quietly and ate quite a lot.

Yan Ping eats purely for enjoyment. If he likes something, he eats more. If he doesn’t like something, he won’t eat and just drink.

But Yan Ping drank a lot of wine today, he has already drunk two pots.

Wen Ye was wondering if Yan Ping was drunk. He looked up at his snow-white face, but could not see anything. Instead, he felt a sense of coldness.

Wen Ye thought about it and felt that he still needed to ask, "Senior, can you get drunk?"

In the past, Yan Ping only had a small drink, but today he drank to warm himself up, and the amount he drank was incomparable to before.

Yan Ping just took a sip of wine and raised his eyebrows when he heard this question.

After swallowing it slowly, he looked at Wen Ye.

"What do you ask for this?"

Wen Ye's expression remained unchanged, "If the senior is drunk, I can control the formation in advance."

Yan Ping snorted and laughed, "Don't worry, I won't get drunk."

His realm is very high and he is also a sword cultivator.

Although he was seriously injured now, two pots of spirit wine would not make him drunk.

Wen Ye raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

Wait until the meal is finished.

There was a lot of leftover food on the table, and Yan Ping was drinking most of the time.

Wen Ye warmed five pots of tea for him.

It was fine at the beginning, I drank one cup at a time.

The more you drink, the more you drink.

Wen Ye twitched his lips. Nothing could be seen from Yan Ping's expression. His narrow eyes were half closed and there was no movement.

He really couldn't tell now whether Yan Ping was drunk or not.

Finished another pot.

Wen Ye did not continue to take out wine.

Yan Ping waited for a long time without any result, then he raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Ye. When he opened his eyelids a little, he could see his exceptionally deep eyes.

"liquor."

The need for concise expression.

Wen Ye was unsure, "Senior, are you drunk now?"

Yan Ping shook his head decisively, "No."

Wen Ye: "..."

It seems normal, but it also seems like something is not normal.

Wen Ye asked tentatively, "Then why don't you stand up and take a few steps?"

Yan Ping looked at him with those deep eyes, without saying a word.

Wen Ye touched his nose and it seemed that he was not drunk.

The next second, Yan Ping stood up and took two steps. His steps were steady and not shaky at all.

Then he sat down again and tapped the table.

Once again, express the needs concisely.

"liquor."

Wen Ye: "..."