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

Chapter 142 I advise you not to push yourself too far

Ji Heyu lay on the table beside him and looked at Mu Qingwan dimly.

After all, she is the daughter of someone I once had a crush on, so I should at least give her a helping hand.

"Wan girl, your realm is higher than his, but you are a girl, so why not just be the same as him."

Mu Qingwan paused and looked at Yan Ping first.

She had no relationship with Yan Ping, and it was a blessing for her to practice sword skills with him and get occasional guidance.

And now Ji Heyu obviously wanted Yan Ping to teach her how to practice sword, so she had to see what he meant first.

Several other people also looked over. There were two different treatments: getting Yan Ping's permission and not getting it.

Mu Yunxi naturally hopes that Mu Qingwan can get what she wants.

Yan Ping glanced at Ji Heyu.

Ji Heyu was rarely in high spirits. He kicked Yan Ping's feet and said proudly, "Teach her. I will draw a talisman for Wen Ye. In the future, you can have whatever you want."

Yan Ping sighed softly, "Don't tell me you won't draw me what I want now?"

Ji Heyu followed with a click of the tongue and pointed to the Zhou seal on his hand, "Then I'll use this to draw a Shui Ming Talisman for him."

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows and decided to quit while he was ahead.

"Row."

Yan Ping looked towards Mu Qingwan, his eyes showing more concern than before.

"Swing the sword 15,000 times a day. Once you get used to it, incorporate the body movement diagram I gave you into your sword swinging."

Mu Qingwan's face suddenly showed surprise, and her gentle expression changed slightly.

"Thank you, Senior Yan!"

Then she looked at Ji Heyu, her attitude was much better than before and her eyes were much softer, and she said solemnly.

"Thank you, Senior Rufeng!"

Ji Heyu let out a click of the tongue, turned his head away, and drank his tea intermittently.

Mu Yunxi and Yu Tianhong both breathed a sigh of relief, with happiness in their eyes.

Wen Ye watched quietly for a while. Strictly speaking, although Mu Qingwan had not obtained Yan Ping's permission before, she had already been accepting Yan Ping's teachings.

So now there are changes except in name only.

Things will be the same in the future.

Wen Ye figured it out, so he stopped paying attention to it and continued to read with his head down, doing calculations in his mind.

……

Wait until night.

Yan Ping sat against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and let Wen Ye massage the bruise on his left wrist.

The bruise on the right wrist has healed. Now I am pressing on the left one. The tiny bruise disappeared under Wen Ye's spiritual power.

Yan Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go to bed after we're done."

Wen Ye sat on one side but did not move.

His eyes were still on Yan Ping's hands exposed outside his sleeves. He thought for a moment and said, "Senior, let me massage the bruises on your body for you."

Yan Ping: “…”

Does Wen Ye have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder?

There wasn't a single bruise visible, but thankfully he had eliminated a lot of the bruises on his hands just to prevent this day.

Yan Ping pulled up his sleeves, revealing his pale and strong arms, and said casually.

"It's ready."

These past few days, he had been repairing his arms as soon as he had some spiritual power, causing him to feel extremely itchy all day long.

Although only his two arms were healed, it was enough to fool Wen Ye.

Wen Ye couldn't possibly want to take off his clothes to check.

Wen Ye was unmoved, and he didn't want to do this, but every time he thought about the idea of ​​not dealing with it for the time being, he felt that it was not okay to develop to the point where he kept staring at Yan Ping in just one day.

He looked at him dimly, "Then senior, can you take off your clothes so I can see? Otherwise, I won't be able to pass the spiritual level."

Yan Ping: “…”

He really dared to say it.

Yan Ping's eyes flashed red, and a sharp murderous intent enveloped Wen Ye. "I advise you not to push your luck. If you are so bold again, do you believe I will kill you?"

Wen Ye remained silent, feeling his skin trembling, and spoke with some difficulty.

"Then what do you say, senior?"

Yan Ping: “…”

what to do? Salad!

He retracted his killing intent and gritted his teeth, "What is the extent of your current thoughts?"

Wen Ye felt it himself and said, "It's not serious, but rather mild. It has been much relieved since that day when I started to remove the bruises for you."

Yan Ping tapped his hands on the side, feeling a little anxious, he was usually watched, so he had nothing to fear from two men.

But the bruises on his body were very severe. Wen Ye was now almost like a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder. When he saw them, the bruises might get worse.

She won't let him touch her but will keep her eyes on him. If she lets him touch her, she will touch him all over.

When Yan Ping thought of this scene, his face darkened. He looked at Wen Ye sinisterly and reluctantly agreed with his previous statement.

"Only shoulders!"

Wen Ye: "..."

He still remembered the bruises on Yan Ping's body the day his clothes were ruined.

Wen Ye suddenly interrupted his memories.

It's not good for him to think too much now.

He stood up with his brows lowered, just like a submissive young wife.

Yan Ping's eyelids twitched twice, and after a lot of thoughts, he finally pressed the button.

He turned around and faced away from Wen Ye.

He then felt a pair of warm hands gently gathering the hair behind him and placing it in front of him.

I felt warmth behind my cold neck, but a slight shiver arose for no reason.

It felt like ants were crawling all over my body.

Yan Ping placed his hands in front of him and unconsciously clenched his fists.

Behind him, there was the sound of Wen Ye's clothes rubbing against each other as he moved, and it was extremely clear next to his ears.

Until that pair of warm hands rested on both sides of Yan Ping's shoulders and neck.

With both thumbs placed on the sides of his neck, it would be easy to cut his carotid artery by just one knuckle further down.

It wouldn't kill him, but it would be enough to injure him again.

Even though he knew that Wen Ye couldn't hurt a hair on his head now, he was still worried about someone getting close to his vital parts.

Killing intent began to surge in the depths of Yan Ping's consciousness, but it was firmly controlled.

The dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ink, which was lingering in the pupils.

Wen Ye did not move. As soon as he put his hand down, he felt Yan Ping's body tense up instantly, and his breath changed slightly.

The fingers placed close to Yan Ping's neck could feel the slightly beating pulse beneath his cold body.

Wen Ye realized something was wrong at this time, and decisively withdrew his hand, looking at Yan Ping with some concern.

"Senior, how do you feel now?"

Yan Ping felt the warm hands leaving him, and he relaxed a little.

In the past, his sister would at most hold his hand, but never get so close to him.

The distance between the two people was too close, he was not used to it, and even the murderous intent was aroused.

Yan Ping's clenched fingers gradually loosened. He took a deep breath, suppressed his murderous intent and relaxed his body.

He extended his hand, his voice was a little hoarse, but inexplicably magnetic and very nice to hear.

"Never mind, just rub your arms."

Wen Ye didn't care, he just frowned, "Senior, if you can't adapt, forget it, I can do it myself..."

His words were interrupted impatiently by Yan Ping.

"Move when I tell you to."