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

Chapter 327 Who are you waiting for? I'll find you

Wen Ye blinked his eyes, and his body suddenly relaxed. He hunched a little, and lowered his head to make himself appear less tall.

Then he saw Yan Ping frowning instantly and scolding in a cold voice.

"Keep your head high and straighten your back. What does it look like to hunch over?"

Wen Ye: "..."

He straightened his back silently.

Yan Ping saw the green bamboo in front of him standing upright again, and he felt that it looked much better. It looked so ugly when it was hunched over before.

It doesn't matter if he is taller. There are so many people taller than him. I can't break every leg of every one I see.

Yan Ping was still thinking about what happened before. "What's the name of the person you're waiting for? What does he look like? I'll have someone find him for you."

Wen Ye: "..."

How to say this, the person he is looking for is right in front of him, he just doesn't remember him.

If I tell Yan Ping this, will it be a burden to him? After all, his current condition is unclear and he didn't have any special reaction when we met. Will he be irritated if I tell him?

Wen Ye was silent for a while. Yan Ping looked over doubtfully. There was a hint of hesitation on Wen Ye's face.

Yan Ping narrowed his eyes, his brows suddenly furrowed, and a trace of unhappiness rose in his heart.

"Everyone in the Demon Realm obeys my orders. You don't have to worry about the person you are waiting for getting into trouble."

Wen Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at Yan Ping's unhappy expression. The person he was waiting for had already become the Demon Lord. What was he worried about?

Wen Ye shook his head, his lips slightly curved, he looked at Yan Ping and spoke softly.

"Senior, don't look for him. I want to wait for him."

"Wait until he comes back."

Yan Ping looked at the smile on Wen Ye's face and his expression eased a little. As long as he didn't take his first kindness for granted, it would be fine.

Wen Ye looked at the throne beside them. It was made entirely of cold iron, with sharp and cold edges, giving people a chilly feeling just by looking at it.

Yan Ping just sat here every day without adding any warm things. Wen Ye was silent for a moment.

He took out a fluffy white blanket from the storage space and spread it directly on the throne.

"Senior, please sit down for a while. It's tiring to stand all the time."

Yan Ping looked at Wen Ye with a strange look. He was in his prime years, but he got tired after standing for a while?

He was asked to sit down first, but the young man seemed to be in poor health, which was normal as this was the only place he could sit in the hall.

Yan Ping looked at the throne next to him.

The white fluffy blanket covered every corner of the throne, softening the originally cold feeling.

Yan Ping was here most of the time, and he looked a little strange. After hesitating for a moment, he finally sat on it.

The first feeling is softness, the second feeling is warmth.

Yan Ping's eyes lit up slightly, what a good stuff.

Those demon cultivators under his command were indeed useless, they wouldn't even provide him with these good things.

Wen Ye's heart twitched when he saw Yan Ping's eyes clearly lit up.

So what kind of life has Yan Ping been living in the Demon Realm for the past six months? Are those demon cultivators all trash?

Yan Ping was surprised for a moment, then he remembered the young man in front of him who was not in good health.

"Come and sit."

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment. He looked at Yan Ping's current expression. After all, this was where the Demon Lord sat.

He wasn't in good condition just now, so it was normal for Yan Ping to let him sit down, but now he asked him to sit with them too.

Wen Ye curled his eyebrows and sat on the other side.

Yan Ping felt more pleased with Wen Ye's lively look.

It wasn't a loss this time. At least I brought back someone I like.

The seat was large, more than enough for two people to sit in. Wen Ye tilted his head to look at Yan Ping and spoke softly.

"Senior, you don't know who I am, so why are you so nice to me?"

Yan Ping felt the softness under him and squinted his eyes in satisfaction. "Eye Yuan, if there is something wrong with you, it's not too late to kill you later."

Wen Ye laughed and shifted his gaze to the hall below. The position here was very high and he could clearly see the layout of the hall.

"Then how should I address my senior? Should I address him as my monarch?"

Yan Ping said lazily, "Whatever you want."

Wen Ye suddenly laughed, and Yan Ping turned his head to look at him, "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Ye's eyes were full of smiles, "I laugh at you, Senior, for being so indulgent to me, but not knowing my name yet. I should return the favor."

"My name is…"

Before Wen Ye could finish his words, a demon cultivator ran in from outside. He knelt down immediately, and his voice was filled with excitement as he responded in a proper manner.

"Sire, we've got you! We've got the person you wanted to catch!"

"Do you want to go and see it now?"

Yan Ping's originally relaxed mood suddenly disappeared, and the things he had forgotten before came back to his mind.

There was a chill in his blue pupils, and his voice became cold as he looked at the demon cultivator below.

"Understood, let's go down."

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping's slightly pursed lips, obviously unhappy. Unable to continue the conversation that had just been interrupted, he opened his mouth to ask.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it was loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear.

The demon cultivator who had not yet completely retreated was stunned for a moment, but did not dare to look up. There was a voice above the hall other than the Demon Lord. What was the origin of this person?

When he was leaving the hall, he dared to glance around with his peripheral vision. He only caught a glimpse of a figure. His mouth opened involuntarily, his heart began to beat wildly, and he left in a daze.

That person, that person sat next to the Demon Lord!

And the only thing that can be sat on is the throne that symbolizes the position of the Demon Lord!

Who else can sit here except my Taoist partner!

The demon cultivator didn't know for a moment whether he should be shocked that their Demon Lord was about to have a Taoist partner, or should he be shocked that their cruel Demon Lord actually had emotions other than killing.

Yan Ping was in a bad mood. He was hesitating whether or not to go and see the man named Wen Ye. Just hearing the name made him hesitate. This was not a good sign.

In response to Wen Ye's question, he did not answer, but the hesitation in his eyes was enough for Wen Ye to see.

A strange emotion arose in Wen Ye's heart. He originally thought that the person who was arrested might be Ji Heyu, but seeing Yan Ping's current appearance, something seemed wrong.

Who could make Yan Ping hesitate?

After thinking for a moment, Yan Ping stood up silently. There are many things that people don’t like, but they have to face them eventually.

Take a look first. If there is a big fluctuation, lock up the man named Wen Ye completely.

As long as he can't see it, there will be no reaction.

Just as Yan Ping was about to leave, a hand grabbed his wrist again. Yan Ping paused for a moment and turned to look at the young man next to him.

The expression on the young man's face returned to calm at some point.

"If you want to go out, can you take me with you?"

Yan Ping hesitated for a moment and looked around the hall. It didn't seem like a good place to leave the person.

He was just going to meet someone, so it wouldn't be a problem to bring this person along.

"can."