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

Chapter 331 Yan Ping just felt that this young man was really a worry.

Behind Xueming Palace.

There is a main house here, where Yan Ping lives.

Yan Ping looked at the furniture in the house that had never been moved. There was a cold feeling everywhere.

He carried the man to the bed and helped him lie down.

Although Wen Ye's eyes were still open, he had little time to react to the outside world. Fireworks were still exploding one after another in his mind, and the light in front of his eyes was always flickering.

But his pair of dark but already blurred eyes were always looking at Yan Ping. His eyelashes trembled and he suddenly spoke in a weak voice.

"senior."

Yan Ping paused, "Still awake?"

But there was no response in his ear. Yan Ping looked again and saw that Wen Ye's pupils were even more dilated.

Yan Ping frowned. On his way back, he had asked someone to find a magical instrument to calm the soul, but it would take some time for them to arrive.

He looked at Wen Ye's current appearance, thought for a while, then raised his hand and placed it on Wen Ye's forehead.

There is a distance between people.

He had only examined the young man's body before and had never touched his soul.

But seeing how he looks now, I'd better just wait and see. If he resists fiercely, I can back out.

But to Yan Ping's surprise, the process of his spiritual consciousness penetrating into the young man's soul was very easy. There was no resistance at all and he directly entered the young man's soul.

Yan Ping thought of the fact that the young man did not resist when he was exploring his body.

He frowned. His opinion on this was that the boy was too lax in his guard and he would have to remind him of this when he had the chance.

However, Yan Ping's thought disappeared without a trace after entering Wen Ye's soul.

He looked at the golden ocean of spiritual consciousness in front of him, which seemed to be stirring a silent storm.

Wave after wave of huge waves arose without wind, crashing into each other and forming a light golden mist.

The entire consciousness in the soul was swept away by these huge waves and shattered, then merged, and shattered again.

Yan Ping frowned as he watched. Why was Shen Ping'an's soul so agitated? Wasn't he in pain?

Yan Ping probed in a ray of spiritual consciousness and tried to suppress it.

However, just as his spiritual power suppressed one wave, the rest of the waves grew bigger and more violent, as if they were desperate to smash something.

Yan Ping only made one attempt before retracting his spiritual sense. He could help suppress it, but he didn't know what consequences this suppression would lead to.

"senior."

"senior."

"senior."

Wen Ye's weak voice kept calling me in my ears. The sound was not loud, just like the whimpering of a kitten that was drenched in rain.

Yan Ping's consciousness withdrew from Wen Ye's soul. He saw that Wen Ye was still looking at him with his dilated pupils, as if he was the only one in those eyes.

Yan Ping felt something strange inside, but before he could think about it, he was interrupted by Wen Ye's call again.

"senior."

Yan Ping was silent for a while before he hummed.

Perhaps there was a response, Wen Ye’s calling frequency gradually increased.

Yan Ping agreed a few times and then got too lazy to speak again.

He stared at the young man in front of him, and thought for a rare time whether he cared too much about this man named Shen Pingan.

It was obvious that they had only met for the first time today.

But he wasted a lot of time on this young man today, although he usually sat in one place in silence.

"senior."

There was a call in my ear again.

Yan Ping came back to his senses. He looked at the person who was still looking at him with a pair of dilated pupils. His slender neck was fully exposed after he lay down.

The distinct Adam's apple rolled slightly, revealing a feeling of fragility and weakness.

Yan Ping stared at him for a while, then turned his head away, leaving his vital parts exposed. He had no sense of vigilance at all. How on earth did this guy grow so big?

The demon cultivator who had received the order to search everywhere for the soul-soothing artifact finally arrived, bringing three trays.

There were more than ten bloody magical weapons inside, and it was obvious to the naked eye that they did not look like good things.

When Yan Ping saw these magic weapons, his brows immediately frowned, "Nothing else?"

The demon cultivator didn't dare to raise his head, but even so, he saw another person lying on the bed of their demon lord.

Their new Demon Lord is extremely powerful, so he naturally has no need for magical instruments to calm souls, so these magical instruments today must have been found for the person on the bed.

The demon cultivator recalled the voice he heard when he was reporting in the hall during the day. He wanted to scream for a moment, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He said tremblingly, "Your Excellency, it's really gone. These are the only magic tools we have in the Demon Realm to comfort souls."

Yan Ping picked up a piece of blood jade, took a look at it, and threw it back. The bloody smell was too strong.

He didn't say anything, but the moment he dropped the jade pendant, those people in the room all broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads, knelt down, and dared not say a word.

The demon cultivator who was standing in the front could see a figure on the bed out of the corner of his eye, and he risked speaking with a trembling voice.

"If Your Majesty wants a clean way to soothe the soul, you can find a pharmacist or drink medicine, but it will be slower."

Yan Ping's gaze fell on this demon cultivator. He remembered this demon cultivator. There was so little blood and energy on his body that it was almost invisible. He was the type who had never killed anyone.

He said coldly, "Send a message to the Left Protector, asking her to bring back some pharmacists and medicinal materials as soon as possible."

The demon cultivator heaved a sigh of relief, "Yes!"

"senior."

Wen Ye's faint call came again.

Yan Ping frowned and raised his hand to let those people go.

Then he saw Wen Ye’s eyes were half closed, with a look of fatigue between his brows.

It was obvious that the consciousness in his soul could not bear it any longer, but he was still holding on, calling out again and again.

Yan Ping just felt that this young man was really a cause for concern.

He simply raised his hand and strangled the man until he was unconscious.

In this way, the world became quiet.