"Itchy." Cen Ji tilted his head and said softly.

Yan Ying blushed, realizing she had just touched him. Feeling guilty, she quickly tossed the elixir to Cen Ji. "Take the medicine, and the wound will heal in a few days."

Cen Ji looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, his eyebrows curved.

Giving him such a good elixir, it seemed that she really cared about him and couldn't bear to see him in pain.

"Just touch it and you'll get an elixir in return?" Cen Ji asked.

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Yan Ying's hand trembled as she bandaged Cen Ji. What did he mean by that? Was he going to blackmail her again? "Don't push your luck..."

"I mean, this elixir is precious, you should touch it a few more times." Cen Ji said calmly.

After hearing what Cen Ji said, Yan Ying's hand that was bandaging his shoulder suddenly felt very hot, and Cen Ji's body was very hot.

Yan Ying stood behind Cen Ji and could see that his ears were red, with the tips of his ears so red that blood was about to drip out.

This stinky Cen Ji, he was obviously feeling shy, but he still said such words to tease her.

Yan Ying suddenly had a bad idea in her mind, she raised one corner of her mouth and walked in front of Cen Ji.

The bandage had been wrapped, and Yan Ying was holding one end of the bandage in her hand, looking at Cen Ji with a smile.

Cen Ji raised his head, the candlelight reflected in his eyes, and he looked at Yan Ying with bright eyes, not knowing what she was going to do.

The next moment, he saw Yan Ying leaning towards him. Without saying a word, she sat on his lap, put her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his shoulder.

The sweet scent of her body surrounded him, and her soft body leaned against him. His legs, which were sitting on her, did not feel heavy, but soft to the touch.

Chen Ji's mind went blank for a moment. He didn't dare to move. He frowned and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

Yan Ying tied the two ends of the cloth strip behind Cen Ji. After tying it, she clapped her hands and stood up.

Seeing Cen Ji’s flushed face, she felt relieved.

Yan Ying considerately picked up Cen Ji's clothes from the ground and put them on him.

"Okay, just take the elixir." Yan Ying sat opposite Cen Ji, took the cup and poured a cup of tea.

His arms suddenly felt empty, and Cen Ji felt unhappy for a moment. He really wanted to pull her back.

"It's not healed yet." Cen Ji said, stretching his injured hand in front of Yan Ying with a look of grievance.

Yan Ying looked at Cen Ji's bloody hand, and then she remembered that his hand was also injured. It was all because of Cen Ji's sudden madness, which made her so angry that she was confused.

Yan Ying gently untied the cloth on Cen Ji's hand and wiped the blood off his hand with a wet handkerchief.

The wound was so deep that the bone was visible and the skin and flesh were torn apart.

"Hiss...it hurts so much."

Cen Ji raised an eyebrow and looked at Yan Ying. "I'm the one who's hurt, why are you hurt?"

Yan Ying grinned and frowned, her face full of discomfort.

The wound was hideous and horrific, and it hurt just looking at it...

Cen Ji looked at Yan Ying's raised brows and withdrew his hand.

"What are you doing?" Yan Ying asked, looking up.

"I'll go back and handle it myself." Cen Ji felt that Yan Ying was afraid to see his injuries, and her expression looked really painful.

"Give it to me, what do you do with your one hand?" Yan Ying stretched out her hand and motioned Cen Ji to give her his hand.

Cen Ji hesitated for a moment, but still reached out his hand.

After Yan Ying applied medicine to Cen Ji and bandaged him, she raised her hand and covered Cen Ji's hand.

Cen Ji watched as spiritual power flowed out of Yan Ying's tender white hands.

The pain in his hand suddenly eased.

"You really don't feel the pain? It's as if you're not the one who's injured." Yan Ying pouted.

It was obviously Cen Ji who was injured, and she felt sorry for him, but he acted as if nothing had happened.

"It hurts, but it doesn't hurt as much after you bandaged it." Cen Ji really didn't feel much pain. He was so busy explaining to her that he didn't pay any attention to the wound at all.

"Thank you for saving me today, otherwise... I wouldn't be able to dodge that knife." Yan Ying still felt scared when she thought of the knife that was chopped at her today.

If Cen Ji hadn't come, she would probably be beheaded by now.

"But I still don't know why the man in black wanted to kill me."

She had never had any contact with the Demon Realm, so it was definitely not her fault. Maybe... Cen Ji had offended someone from the Demon Realm.

"Don't worry, I will find out everything and won't let you be frightened in vain." Cen Ji said softly.

Yan Ying nodded. Master would also investigate. No matter what, it was a blessing to be able to come back alive.

"You too, why couldn't you use something else to block the knife? Why did you use your hands? If the knife was sharper, what if your hand got cut off?" Yan Ying pouted and grabbed Cen Ji's hand.

"I didn't think too much about it at the time. I'm glad you're okay." Cen Ji replied softly.

Yan Ying raised her head and looked at Cen Ji, and his eyes were also focused on her face, with a tender look in his eyes.

It was gray outside and a snowflake fell by the window.

There were many heaters prepared by Yan Ying on the ground, so many that Cen Ji didn't feel cold even after taking off his clothes.

"It's snowing, the snowy night is quiet, have a good sleep tonight." Cen Ji smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth curved.

Yan Ying nodded and turned around to sit on the bed.

"The weather here is cold, but thanks to the inn's comprehensive preparations, the mattresses are thick enough." Yan Ying said, patting the bed.

Cen Ji smiled faintly as he looked at the two quilts on Yan Ying's bed, which he had made himself yesterday.

Cen Ji put on his clothes and stood up. "I'm leaving."

"Take care of the wound and don't forget to take medicine." Yan Ying picked up the voice stone and shook it at Cen Ji with a smile, meaning that she would contact him.

Cen Ji smiled, nodded, and left the house.

......

It snowed heavily at night.

The snow fell silently, and the snow on the ground covered the dead grass, stretching for thousands of miles, silver-white like cotton.

Cen Ji stood in the snow with his hands behind his back, looking indifferent.

"Ghost Blade."

Ghost Blade, dressed in black, appeared before Cen Ji and knelt upright on the snow. "My Lord, Ghost Blade accepts the punishment."

Cen Ji chuckled softly.

Admitting guilt? He didn't look like he was admitting guilt.

"We'll discuss your matter later. Where's Feng Xu?"

"He has been taken back to the Demon Realm and imprisoned." Ghost Blade replied with his head down.

Cen Ji's eyes drifted towards Ghost Blade. "When did I ever ask you to lock him up?"

"I acted on my own initiative. Please punish me, my lord."

"Ghost Blade, you had the right idea. First, you deceived me. When I went to rescue that girl, you told me the wrong direction. Then, you disobeyed my orders and killed her."

"Now, he has taken it upon himself to detain Feng Xu..."

Cen Ji's eyes were extremely cold. Everything Ghost Blade did was a provocation to him.

Although he has now become the Lord of the Demon Realm, the real power is not his. The road ahead is long and difficult.

"Ghost Blade knows his crime." Ghost Blade replied with his head down.

"Stop talking nonsense and go back to the Holy City first." Cen Ji glanced at Gui Ren and left with a flick of his sleeves.