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

"liquor."

Seeing that Wen Ye didn't move, Yan Ping continued to knock on the table.

His voice was clear and there was no sign of drunkenness.

But just now, in order to drink, he was willing to stand up and take a few steps to prove that he was not drunk.

According to the logic of a drunkard, those who insist that they are not drunk are usually drunk.

Wen Ye rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little troubled.

He didn't know whether he could continue to let Yan Ping drink.

When he looked up again, he saw Yan Ping looking at him with eyes as deep as a pool of water.

"liquor."

Wen Ye: "...Senior, this is the last pot."

After this last pot, you must not drink any more.

Yan Ping said nothing and continued to look at him.

Wen Ye took out another pot of wine, and just as Wen Hao put it on the table, it was taken away by Yan Ping.

This time he didn't even use a cup. He simply unscrewed the lid of the kettle, put it to his mouth and gulped it down.

Not a drop of the warm wine leaked out, flowing through the throat, esophagus, and then into the body, only then did the bone-chilling chill dissipate.

Yan Ping sighed comfortably.

The wine was quickly absorbed by the body, a hint of warmth spread throughout the body, and a brief blush appeared on the pale cheeks.

Not as good as a normal person, but at that moment, he was exceptionally gorgeous.

When her eyebrows move, she exudes a sense of peerless elegance.

It is not bewitching, but it is like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, glancing at you unintentionally.

Then people will remember it for a lifetime and will never forget it.

Wen Ye was a little dazed.

He is only sixteen this year and has a long future ahead of him.

He met Yan Ping so early, and when Yan Ping left, he felt that he would never forget him for the rest of his life.

Because he was too outstanding.

A level of accomplishment that no one could match, and a beauty that is unrivaled in the world.

Whether it is him or Yu Tianhong, they will only be people Yan Ping meets on his short journey.

Wen Ye lowered his eyes and didn't intend to look any further.

If you see too many good things, you won’t be able to stand seeing others anymore.

As he was calming down, a pale, slender hand with scars on the palm stretched out in front of him.

"liquor."

Wen Ye: “…”

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping in shock, all his thoughts vanished in an instant.

"You've finished drinking?"

The warmth in Yan Ping's body dissipated quickly, his face turned pale again, and he looked at Wen Ye with a dim gaze.

"cold."

Kanwen Ye was unmoved.

Yan Ping reiterated, "It's very cold."

The chill emanating from his bones was so cold that it was difficult for him to think. Drinking some wine would warm him up a little.

So he wants to drink.

Wen Ye: “…”

Wen Ye could feel Yan Ping's body temperature through the spirit chain, and it was indeed very cold.

Then think back to the stunning scene you just caught a glimpse of.

Wen Ye's heart suddenly felt a little disturbed. If he couldn't see it in the future, it would be worthwhile to take a few more glances now.

Wen Ye gave in, "It's agreed, this is the last pot."

After a moment, Yan Ping's deep voice was heard again.

"liquor."

"…This is the last pot. This will not happen again."

"It's gone, it's really gone!"

"Senior, please don't snatch it!"

"It's really gone. It's really gone this time."

Time passes in the tug of war between you and me.

After Yan Ping searched Wen Ye's storage bag, he turned around and picked up Wen Ye and shook him.

His mind was a little confused, "Really gone?"

Wen Ye was hanging in the air, his clothes were disheveled, his hands were shaking with his body, and his face looked like he had a headache.

"It's really gone."

He had brought a total of thirty bottled jugs of wine, all of which he had just drunk.

Yan Ping put the man down and thought quietly for a while. After making sure that the man had no alcohol on him, he turned and walked out the door.

His steps were steady, without any sign of shaking, but his cloak had somehow come loose and was now half draped over him.

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment, "Where are you going, senior?"

Yan Ping didn't even turn his head, "Looking for wine."

If this person doesn't have it, there must be some outside.

Wen Ye: “…”

In Yan Ping's current state, he didn't dare let anyone go out.

Wen Ye simply activated the blood chain and turned it into a tired will.

Yan Ping took two steps and felt a wave of tiredness coming over him. He was not very sleepy at first. Compared to the coldness in his bones, he wanted to find some wine to warm himself up.

But the further I walked, the more tired I felt.

With the combination of drunkenness and fatigue, Yan Ping felt his body getting heavier and heavier.

He raised his hands to grab the door frame and shook his head.

Upon seeing this, Wen Ye stopped activating the formation, walked to Yan Ping, held his hand, and spoke softly.

"Senior, if you are sleepy, go to sleep first. I will go find you some wine. You will have some wine when you wake up."

Yan Ping's thoughts were stuck. He simply thought about the gains and losses and it didn't seem like a loss, so he nodded decisively.

"Give it to me tomorrow."

……

the next morning.

There were two people in two rooms, and they fell into silence early in the morning.

When Yu Tianhong woke up, he felt a stinging pain in his eyes. He turned over and sat up, somewhat confused.

He raised his hand to touch his eyes and hissed.

Mu Yunxi, who was standing by, looked up and smiled gently, "Tianhong, you're awake."

Yu Tianhong was stunned for a moment, looked back, and rubbed his temples.

"Yunxi, why are you here?"

Mu Yunxi was stunned and looked at his expression, "Don't you remember what happened last night?"

Yu Tianhong was a little puzzled, "Last night, what happened last night..."

As the memory of last night came back to him, his voice stopped abruptly and his expression became dull.

Although he usually likes to be around Yan Ping, he is very sensible and has never made Yan Ping angry.

Usually when Yan Ping told him to go away, he would go away, and then turn around and stick back together.

But last night!

He insisted on asking Yan Ping to become his disciple, and would cry if they disagreed. If he couldn't become his disciple, he would become a thug.

It was also very loud.

Yu Tianhong: “…”

Yan Ping didn't kill him with a single sword, he had such a good temper.

Mu Yunxi tilted her head and looked at his still red eyes. She had used ice cubes to reduce the swelling last night, but he had shed too many tears and it had little effect.

Now the dazed expression looks very cute, and a gleam of light flashed in Mu Yunxi's eyes.

"Tianhong."

Yu Tianhong came back to his senses and recalled how Mu Yunxi had cheated him last night. He felt both embarrassed and relieved.

"Luckily, Yunxi, you were here last night."

Mu Yunxi smiled gently.

"It's okay. Does your eye still hurt?"

Yu Tianhong shook his head. It still hurt, but he was too embarrassed to say it.

Thinking of him, a seven-foot-tall man, who burst into tears last night because of a disagreement, Yu Tianhong refused to recall the past.

Mu Qingwan chuckled beside her.

It was only then that Yu Tianhong realized that Mu Qingwan was also there.

Mu Qingwan said gently, "Junior Brother Yu, since everything is fine, we will leave first."

Mu Yunxi felt a little reluctant, glanced at Mu Qingwan, and nodded obediently.

Yu Tianhong breathed a sigh of relief, he just wanted to be alone.

"Okay, then I won't send you off."

Mu Qingwan led Mu Yunxi back to the room. Seeing that Mu Yunxi was distracted from time to time, a narrow smile appeared between her eyebrows.

"Still thinking about him?"

Mu Yunxi blushed, but she was honest and said softly, "Sister, don't you think Tianhong looks pretty when she cries?"

Mu Qingwan: "......"