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

Chapter 132 Why do you want to hit Yu Tianhong?

How strong is Liu Qingpeng's fighting ability?

There is no need to protect anyone, just attack instead of defend. Two people in the late stage of Huadan can't last more than half a cup of tea against him.

When Fu Tiancheng arrived, he saw him with a murderous look on his face beheading the rebellious lord of District 2 with a single shot.

Bright red blood spurted out from the headless shoulder, splashing everywhere.

The two city lords following behind Fu Tiancheng saw this scene and swallowed stiffly.

Liu Qingpeng held the head with its eyes open in his hand and turned to look at them, glancing at them one by one with a cold and ruthless expression.

"Defectors, die."

After Liu Qingpeng finished speaking, he threw his head towards them.

"Hang it in the Second District City Lord's Mansion to serve as a warning to others."

One of them quickly caught the head, "Yes!"

Fu Tiancheng frowned and walked to Liu Qingpeng's side, "Where is that demon cultivator?"

There was still some powerful aura around Liu Qingpeng, but when he saw Fu Tiancheng frowning, he restrained his murderous intent.

"He ran away, but he was seriously injured. Let them arrange someone to look for him."

Liu Qingpeng said this and looked at the remaining two city lords.

"Fire Spirit City will be sealed off for three days. No one is allowed to enter or leave. The entire Flower Tower is sealed off."

The two city lords had cold sweat on their foreheads and nodded repeatedly, "Yes!"

The three city lords of Huoling City control each other, a demon cultivator appears, and one of them defected.

They both have a responsibility to fail to supervise.

……

There was quite a commotion in Fire Spirit City.

Yan Ping heard it, but was too lazy to look.

He carried Wen Ye and Ji Heyu all the way to a yard somewhere.

Yu Tianhong was practicing sword inside. When she saw Yan Ping suddenly appear, she was stunned for a moment. Then joy welled up in her eyes and she trotted over happily.

"Senior, you are finally back!"

Yan Ping glanced at him and said with a sigh, "So hardworking today?"

His clothes were wrinkled into a ball, his neck was covered in sweat, and a large part of his hair was wet.

It looks kind of shabby.

Yu Tianhong chuckled twice before beginning to look at Yan Ping carefully.

There was no cold sweat on his forehead and although his face was pale, he looked relaxed and comfortable overall.

Yu Tianhong's eyes lit up, "Senior, are you alright?"

Yan Ping hummed, then walked around him and went to the next room.

Only then did Yu Tianhong notice Wen Ye who was staring at him inexplicably, and Ji Heyu who was watching the show nearby.

Yu Tianhong touched his face in confusion, "What are you looking at? Is there something wrong with my face?"

Wen Ye suppressed the irritability in his mind, walked away silently, and followed Yan Ping into the house. His back looked a little gloomy.

Yu Tianhong curled her lips, "You just follow me around all day long! Sooner or later, I will only let you take me with you when you go out!"

Wen Ye suddenly stopped, turned to look at him, with a stabbing look in his eyes.

Ji Heyu: “…”

This stubborn boy is quite good at stimulation, but he feels that Wen Ye’s soul is in a state where he is not suitable for too much stimulation.

Before Yu Tianhong could speak, he strangled her back and said, "Boy, remember I saved you before."

Yu Tianhong was stunned for a moment, then he forgot about Wen Ye’s matter, his expression became serious, and he bowed deeply.

"Senior Rufeng is right. I will never forget your kindness."

He finally decided to change Xiaoyu, who had been stubborn and refused to change.

Ji Heyu narrowed his eyes in smile, helped the man up, put his arm around his shoulders and leaned against him, without any airs.

"No need to be unforgettable. I want to eat braised pork elbow and the best soup. Make it for me now."

Yu Tianhong was stunned for a moment, a little hesitant, "Now?"

He hasn't said a few words to Yan Ping yet.

But since Ji Heyu wants to eat, he should do it now.

When Ji Heyu was about to say that Yan Ping also wanted to drink, Yu Tianhong spoke very firmly.

"Senior Rufeng, please wait for me. I will do it now!"

"If you want to eat anything else, just tell me and I'll learn it!"

Ji Heyu blinked and decisively began to name the dishes.

"Eight-treasure chicken, glutinous rice chicken, crispy pig's trotters..."

The room in the middle is the lobby, which has a pair of soft seats.

Yan Ping sat on one side as soon as he entered the room, and Wen Ye sat on the other side after he came in, and poured him a cup of hot tea.

Mist rose up and Yan Ping held it in his palm to keep warm.

His body is still cold. His injuries have healed a little, but his blood and energy have not been replenished much, and his face is pale and cold.

When he heard the dishes being announced outside, he suddenly spoke to the outside.

"Bring me a jug of wine."

Yu Tianhong's excited voice came, "Okay, what would you like to drink, senior?"

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping with a dim gaze.

Yan Ping touched his nose and said, "It's much better now than before. Drinking a little won't affect it."

Wen Ye didn't say anything, but lowered his eyes and looked at the cup of steaming tea.

The whole person looks like a gloomy temperament.

Yan Ping: "...How do you feel now?"

Wen Ye avoided the main point, but his eyes were not on Yan Ping, "I'm fine."

Yan Ping rubbed his brows with a headache, "Raise your head, look at me, and speak properly."

Only then did Wen Ye look towards Yan Ping with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"What do you want to say, Senior?"

Yan Ping thought for a moment, "What are you thinking about now?"

Wen Ye did not hide anything from him. Anyway, Yan Ping knew everything about the soul, so he spoke expressionlessly.

"I want to beat Yu Tianhong."

Yan Ping: “…”

Shouldn't he be glad that Wen Ye didn't want to kill Yu Tianhong?

But why did Wen Ye beat Yu Tianhong for no reason? Just because of a pot of wine?

Yan Ping was a little curious.

"why?"

Wen Ye pointed at his forehead and said coldly, "The feeling in my soul, when he kept looking at the senior, I felt uncomfortable."

"And just now the senior asked him to bring a pot of wine, which made him feel even more uncomfortable."

Yan Ping: “…”

This was also the first time he had treated someone in this way. He knew about the side effects, but the specific manifestations were unclear.

He thought about it and realized that the more something is unattainable, the more likely it is to turn into an obsession, especially in Wen Ye’s current state.

He couldn't let Wen Ye become obsessed with anything other than the formation.

As for the current stage, try your best to satisfy Wen Ye's ideas and wait for him to completely absorb the remaining spiritual consciousness.

But you also have to pay attention to the distance and not let him have any inappropriate thoughts.

Yan Ping knocked on the table and realized that Wen Ye's attention did not need to be attracted and was almost always on him.

He paused before speaking.

"Your current state is no better than before. If you feel uncomfortable later, just speak out. Don't keep it in your heart."

"From now on, you will cancel your swordplay time every day, and use the extra time to absorb my spiritual consciousness."

Wen Ye paused for a moment, then began to practice the first rule, looking at Yan Ping with a gloomy look, "Why don't you let me practice sword with you?"

Yan Ping: “…”