Chapter 505 In the middle of the night...
"Oh——" Wen Huoran glanced at her meaningfully.
It was clearly a perfunctory remark, yet Wen Xuran inexplicably found it useful. This is the so-called "women dress to please themselves," and even a mere mortal doctor is no exception.
Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Yan Yi had no idea what to do. He had no choice but to step forward and said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, do you have any other instructions?"
Wen Huoran seemed to be distracted by her voice. He frowned and approached her with a cold gaze without any concealment.
The person in front of him had only been by his side for a few days and should have had no feelings for him at all, but she often acted shy in front of him and did things that could be misunderstood.
Could it be...
Wen Huoran narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Yan Yi like a hawk staring at its prey. Seeing her with her head hung down and a timid look on her face, his heart suddenly became clear.
Since he was instructed by someone, he used all his tricks to seduce him——
It's a clumsy method.
Thinking of this, an unknown fire in his heart could not be suppressed. He suddenly stood up, walked past Yan Yi, and walked straight out the door.
"Go to Nether Valley."
Upon hearing the order, more than ten guards from the Demon Realm turned around in unison and moved forward closely behind Wen Huoran.
Yan Yi stood there, completely bewildered, and couldn't help but complain in his heart that he was indeed the biggest villain in the whole book, with an unpredictable temperament and a way of doing things that always made people nervous.
Her thoughts gradually returned to her, and she saw Xiaoli curled up in the quilt, staring at her with eyes wide open in fear, trembling all over.
Yan Yi reached out and pulled her into his arms, whispering to her in a soothing voice, "Don't be afraid, little Li, the villain is gone!"
When they arrived at the entrance of Nether Valley, Wen Huoran suddenly sneezed. He stopped abruptly and signaled Wen Feng to go and open the barrier at the entrance.
Wen Feng took the order and stepped forward. When Nether Valley was built, Wen Huoran and he had jointly set up the defensive barrier, so he was familiar with it.
Wen Huoran raised his hand and pinched his throbbing eyebrows, as if thinking about something, until he heard Wen Feng calling him in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, you may pass now."
Stepping into the Nether Valley is like entering a land of ice. The cold wind is blowing everywhere and the biting cold air hits you in the face. People in the valley feel as if their bodies are quenched with ice and are cold to the bone.
Wen Huoran stopped in front of a building that looked like a dungeon and ordered, "Open it."
Wen Feng quickly used magic to move the iron barrel-like prison door away, revealing a row of iron bars that were as cold as icicles.
Looking at the man sitting in the dungeon who looked somewhat like him, Wen Huoran waved his hand to signal the other guards to retreat, leaving only Wen Feng standing behind him.
"Father, I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you still alive?"
The person inside raised his head, his long, slightly curly, dark hair casually draped over his shoulders, and his pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes glanced at the newcomer playfully.
He was extremely handsome, yet he looked like the snow on the top of a mountain that had never melted.
"I won't die before a beast like you."
Wen Huiran sneered and retorted, "The scourge will last for a thousand years."
Wen Zhengming finally stood up, his crimson brocade robe dancing like flames. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Wen Xuran. He gritted his teeth and said, "You beast! Who is the evildoer who imprisoned and tortured his own father?"
Wen Huiran stood still, his figure as straight as a pine tree, and spoke word by word, "Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Have you eaten enough?"
"You--" Wen Zhengming suddenly became excited, clasping the iron fence with both hands, like a bloodthirsty tiger.
His body seemed to be restrained by something, but after a moment, he calmed down again. He looked at Wen Huoran calmly, but his voice was like a vicious curse -
"Like father, like son. My blood runs in your bones, and it can never be washed away."
Wen Huoran had no intention of wasting time talking to him, so he turned his head and motioned Wen Feng to come forward.
His footsteps froze for a moment, and then a small tray appeared in Wen Feng's hand. On the tray was a small porcelain bottle made of jade. He walked steadily to the iron fence, lowered his head and did not look at the people in the dungeon.
"Do you need me to feed you?" Wen Huoran's tone was as cold as the frozen snow.
Wen Zhengming didn't respond, but continued, "How long can the ice beast's blood control me?"
Wen Huoran: "Don't worry about that."
Wen Feng held the tray tightly, the veins on the back of his hand showing. As his fingertips touched the small porcelain bottle, he suddenly heard Wen Zhengming laughing.
"What a loyal dog!"
His fingertips trembled slightly, and the porcelain bottle in his hand slipped and fell straight down. Wen Feng was startled and broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly reached out to catch it, but he was not as quick as Wen Huoran, and the porcelain bottle fell steadily into his palm.
The lid fell off during the collision, and the pills made of the ice beast's blood in the porcelain bottle shattered and splashed onto Wen Huoran's white and slender wrist.
All I heard was a sizzling sound, like the sound of barbecue, and then a burnt smell filled the air.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me." Wen Feng knelt on the ground with his back tense, obviously still in shock.
Wen Huoran flicked his sleeves and said coldly, "You've always been so steady and cautious, yet today you're so careless. You're just a caged beast, what can he do to you?"
Wen Feng clasped the edge of the tray tightly with his fingers, lowered his head and said nothing.
Wen Huoran had no intention of pursuing his subordinates' mistakes at the moment, so he simply ordered, "Go get it again."
The Ice Beast is a monster that lives in the Ice Continent. Its blood is as transparent as ice and snow, and is highly corrosive. It needs to be made into pills using special methods to avoid burning the flesh.
After taking it, it can suppress the spiritual power of practitioners, and of course it can also suppress the magic power of people in the Demon Realm.
Everyone who practices cultivation knows that ice beasts are extremely difficult to obtain.
The Ice Continent is an extremely cold place with a strange climate. Rare species appear from time to time, but it is an area that ordinary people cannot set foot in. Therefore, the blood of ice beasts is extremely scarce.
Wen Zhengming was imprisoned in the Nether Valley by his own son. If it weren't for the blood of the ice beast to suppress the magic power in his body, Wen Huoran would have been completely sucked up by him, leaving no trace of his body.
Forced to take the ice pill, Wen Zhengming showed disdain and pointed at Wen Huiran's nose and cursed, "Beast! Waste!"
Wen Huoran pretended not to hear anything, turned around and walked straight out of the Nether Valley.
The dusk deepened, and the sky was gray and hazy, with a chilly and damp atmosphere. As soon as I stepped into the mansion, I caught a glimpse of a slender figure stealthily disappearing into the night.
Wen Huoran flashed and caught the man just in front of the medicine storehouse.
"Someone - help - help!" His breathing became rapid, his heart was pounding wildly, and it was about to jump out of his chest. Yan Yi closed his eyes tightly and shouted for help.
It was just that when he was mixing the spices, he found that one herb was missing, so he groped his way towards the herb storehouse under the cover of night.
Unexpectedly, just as she found the stone lion in front of the medicine storehouse, before she could reach out to poke its eyes, she was restrained by unknown persons without any reason.
The man had a stern aura and a ferocious look, which really scared her.
"What are you doing sneaking around in the middle of the night?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Yan Yi became even more nervous. He was so frightened that he dared not even breathe, and stammered, "Your Majesty, I'll get the herbs from the herbal medicine storehouse."
Hearing this, Wen Huiran let go of her hand and cast a scrutinizing gaze on her face. "I just took it at noon, and it's finished so soon?"
Yan Yi's eyelids twitched, and she thought to herself that the villain had a good memory. She carefully assessed his expression and said truthfully, "I'm missing one herbal ingredient."
She lowered her gaze and caught sight of Wen Huoran's blood-soaked cuffs. She was horrified, "Your Majesty, are you—hurt?"
Wen Huoran wanted to ask a few more questions, but being interrupted by her, he just frowned and said "hmm", then moved his injured hand back, with no intention of explaining to her in detail.
Yan Yi seemed to be blind to the other party's resistance. He gently pulled Wen Huoran's sleeves with both hands and gently lifted the sleeves up.
Her pupils suddenly shrank, and even her breathing became lighter unconsciously. "This was—burned by fire?"
Yan Yi blinked, he couldn’t believe it, the villain was so cruel that he even set himself on fire!
Seeing this, Wen Feng quickly stepped forward and patiently explained: "It wasn't burned by fire, girl——"
He wanted to say something more, but Wen Huiran raised his hand to stop him, "Everyone, go down."
After hesitating for a while, Wen Feng led the other guards and left, leaving only Yan Yi and Wen Huoran in the yard. The two were quite close to each other and could hear each other's shallow breathing. The atmosphere was particularly weird.
After a long while, Yan Yi calmed down and said softly, "Your Majesty, I will help you treat your wound."
Wen Huoran didn't refuse, nor did he say yes. Yan Yi just thought that he tacitly agreed, so he didn't take the herbs for the time being. He grabbed the villain's sleeve and hurried back to the house.
The little fox was guarding the door. When it saw who was behind Yan Yi, it immediately puffed up its fur and disappeared in an instant. Only the sharp meow of a cat resounded through the sky.
Yan Yi was worried and couldn't help but sigh. This was the deterrent power of the big villain. Xiaoli was like seeing a ghost when he saw him.
"Your Majesty, can you tell me how you got injured?"
Yan Yi spoke cautiously, fearing that the other party would mistakenly think that he was seeking information, and finally added: "I am good - the right medicine for the right disease."
"Usually treat burns with the same methods."
Yan Yi subconsciously frowned. As a medical student of the new century, she believed that being responsible for the patient was being responsible for herself. She blurted out, "How can this be possible? What if I use the wrong medicine and the injury gets worse, or even leaves a scar? It's not worth it—"
Before she could finish her words, Wen Huiran suddenly withdrew his hand and stared at her impatiently, "Do you have the final say, or do I?"
Yan Yi choked, thinking to himself, "I'm a doctor, so of course I have the final say." But he said softly, "Of course you have the final say."
The moment she turned around, she couldn't help muttering: The villain is just a stubborn donkey!
After cleaning the wound, Yan Yi began to apply medicine.
Wen Huoran's injuries were extremely serious. From his elbow to his wrist, the entire skin was charred and ulcerated. One could faintly smell the smell of burnt feathers, which showed that the person who attacked him was not soft-hearted.
Wen Huoran stared at Yan Yi without blinking, only to see her suddenly move closer, put her injured arm to her lips, exhale gently, and then put her cool breath on his arm.
"What are you doing?" He suddenly retracted his hand, and his fingertips accidentally touched Yan Yi's lips. His heart suddenly tightened, and the strange but frequent feeling in his heart emerged again.
He suddenly felt upset, as if something was getting out of his control and becoming active.
Yan Yi was so focused on Wen Huoran's injuries that she was completely unaware of the little episode just now. When she let go of her hand, she noticed that the villain had a strange look on his face and was speechless.
This is a habit she developed since childhood.
When she was little, she was naughty and inevitably got bumped and bruised. Every time she got a scratch or a broken skin, she would cry heartbreakingly. When her mother helped her apply medicine, she would blow gently on the injured area.
Maybe it was a psychological effect, but she felt less pain after the blow.
Yan Yi gathered her thoughts, feeling a certain sense of responsibility as a doctor. She asked softly, "Your Majesty, besides your arm, are you feeling unwell anywhere else?"
The author has something to say:
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Wen Huoran: ...psychological discomfort.
Yan Yi: [helpless]
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