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

Chapter 268 Guess what he drew today

I have to say, Mei Lan and Fang Quan can really hold back.

The two of them waited in a small space for a whole day, and Mei Lan was extremely anxious.

When Wen Ye threw Mei Can towards him like a hot potato, he was stunned for a moment, and surprise instantly appeared in his eyes.

Then he discovered that Mei Can was not wearing anything but wrapped in that cloak.

His previously thin and dark body now looked exceptionally fair.

If the face wasn't the same, Mei Lan would have suspected that she had picked up the wrong person.

The next moment, he heard Mei Can's screams, which were extremely loud and had a somewhat miserable tone.

Mei Lan immediately held Mei Can to face her. Seeing the madness in her eyes, the surprise on her face instantly turned into panic. "Young Master, what happened to Can Can?"

Wen Ye was also stunned for a moment, and he subconsciously looked at Yan Ping.

Mei Lan and Fang Quan also looked at Yan Ping.

"Don't look at me. I was never this cowardly before."

Yan Ping didn't even open his eyes. He was checking the meridians in his body, trying to find the reason for the stagnation of spiritual energy in his body.

Wen Ye thought about it and said, "Let me try."

He recited a passage of mental skills to Mei Can. Miraculously, Mei Can's screams gradually weakened, and he looked at Wen Ye intently.

There was a clear black and white confusion in his eyes.

Mei Lan felt happy and disappointed, "Cancan, don't you remember your uncle?"

Something in his words attracted Mei Can, and she instantly shifted her gaze to him. There was a bit of confusion in her eyes, and some broken memories emerged, and there was a bit of other color in her eyes.

"uncle!"

Hoarseness.

But it almost made Mei Lan, a seven-foot tall man, cry while hugging her.

The memory just now was like a switch, activating more memories bit by bit. Mei Can moved his gaze to Fang Quan, and there was also a light in his eyes.

"Uncle Fang!"

Fang Quan also breathed a sigh of relief, hummed, raised his hand to rub his head, and spoke softly.

"I'll take you home later."

There was even more light in Mei Can's eyes.

Then her gaze shifted to Wen Ye. Her previous memory was not clear, and what she remembered most now was the man reciting the mental method with his eyes closed beside the blood pool.

She has a great liking for this person.

Mei Can's eyes sparkled, "Good man!"

Wen Ye was a little amused and could only nod.

I thought Mei Can was done here, but I didn't expect her to turn her head and look at Yan Ping.

The voice was louder than anyone else's, and even more angry.

"Bad guy!"

For a moment, the cave was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Wen Ye: "..."

Mei Lan: “…”

Fang Quan: “…”

The three of them looked at Yan Ping at the same time, and saw Yan Ping slowly open his eyes, then gave Mei Can a sinister smile.

"Do you believe I will throw you back?"

Mei Can's face turned red with anger, and the light in his eyes was very strong.

She remembered the man clearly, including his voice.

Although it was he who first heard the voice reciting the secret method, he was also the one who kept putting things into the blood pool to torture her!

Just now she crawled out to look for a good guy, but he beat her back!

Mei Can couldn't stand the provocation now. When the light in her eyes reached its peak, she began to struggle desperately in her cloak.

"You wait for me!"

Mei Lan almost couldn't hold her down to let her free, and Fang Quan hurried to help.

When he was unable to break free, Mei Can heard Yan Ping's mocking sneer.

She got angry and hit him harder.

Mei Lan and Fang Quan: "..."

They wanted to ask Yan Ping not to speak first, or to knock Mei Can unconscious first, otherwise Mei Can would run out naked!

Wen Ye: "..."

He coughed dryly and turned aside.

Isn't this good? At least Yan Ping is willing to say a few words to Mei Can, unlike him, who doesn't even say a word.

Yan Ping had no plan to stay in the cave forever. Mei Can's life had been saved, and he was too lazy to care about what happened next.

He circulated his spiritual power again and found no problem. He then used his spiritual power to encompass everyone and instantly appeared outside Feixian Inn.

The moon was high in the sky outside. Yan Ping looked up and suddenly stopped.

"How many days are left until the tidal moon begins?"

Wen Ye calculated the date and was about to answer, but Mei Lan spoke first with gratitude.

"There are still three days left. It will officially be the tide month in three days. If you want to go out for fun, just call us. We won't charge you a penny. We are the most familiar with the food and entertainment in the local area..."

Mei Lan kept chattering on and on.

Yan Ping walked towards Feixian Inn without saying a word.

After not seeing him for a day, the owner of Feixian Inn did not show any surprise when he came in from outside. Instead, he handed him a letter.

"I found this for you outside the inn this morning."

Yan Ping went upstairs without even looking at him. The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment and looked at Wen Ye hesitantly.

Wen Ye raised his hand to take it, opened it and found that it was a letter asking them to track down the missing monks.

Wen Ye blinked.

The efficiency of these demon cultivators is a bit slow. Yan Ping had already killed them all last night.

Wen Ye turned the letter into ashes and was about to go up the stairs when he heard a voice coming from above.

"Give him a separate room."

Wen Ye: "..."

There are two people below, and you don’t have to think to know who he is talking about.

The shopkeeper looked up at Wen Ye. The two were fine yesterday, so why did they feel weird after they came back? He scratched his head and said, "Come with me."

The room opened by the shopkeeper was very clever. It was right next to Yan Ping. If there was an emergency, the wall in the middle would break with a kick. It was very fragile and not soundproof.

Yan Ping, who was lying on the bed, could hear the sound of Wen Ye fetching water to wash more clearly than usual.

There is the sound of water splashing when washing hands, the sound of squeaking when walking, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

Yan Ping turned over with an expressionless face.

But after a while, the noises finally disappeared, but Wen Ye still did not rest. Instead, he moved the stool away, took out the paper, and then there was the noise of grinding ink.

To be honest, Wen Ye's movements were very small, but Yan Ping had sharp ears.

The layout on both sides is the same, and the noises made by Wen Ye when he moved are transformed into actions by Yan Ping.

It was as if he saw Wen Ye finish washing up, take out the drawing paper, throw himself on the table by the window, and start painting under the bright moonlight.

Thinking of paintings, Yan Ping thought of the pile of them in Wen Ye’s storage space.

It's all about him, and there are many times when he is like that.

So if Wen Ye were to paint now, what would he paint?

Yan Ping couldn't help but feel a little curious. After all, Wen Ye's emotional experience today was thanks to him, so it should be quite exciting in some ways.

He coughed dryly and estimated that the time was almost up, so he extended his spiritual sense and just saw Wen Ye put down his pen and looked down.

Yan Ping looked at the painting and saw the scene clearly. His heart skipped a beat and his fingers subconsciously curled up to press on his palms which seemed to be itching again.

Wen Ye usually paints, but he basically only paints Yan Ping.

Occasionally, if I have an idea and include myself in it, I will just be a speck of ink.

But in the painting he painted today, he is the main subject and he also occupies the largest part of the picture.

Only a pair of hands reached out from behind him, one covered his eyes, and the other brought him into the arms of the phantom behind him.

Wen Ye in the painting had a smile on his lips, a very joyful smile.

The moment Yan Ping saw this painting, he remembered the feeling of him placing his palms on Wen Ye's eyes, which was itchy.

At that time, he only felt annoyed and didn't care about Wen Ye's emotions, but now looking at the painting, he saw the satisfied smile on Wen Ye's lips in the painting.

Yan Ping's consciousness couldn't help but turn around and look at Wen Ye.

Wen Ye also had a smile on his face at this time, and there was a gleam of joy in his eyes.

Yan Ping felt as if his consciousness was dizzy, and he quickly withdrew it, then began to worry.

I was so happy just by touching my eyes. It seemed like a long journey to dispel Wen Ye’s idea.