Chapter 909 Lying on Wen Huoran's couch
Sensing her approaching, Wen Huoran suddenly turned around. Yan Yi was caught off guard and met his gaze. He was stunned on the spot and forgot what to do.
The villain's eyes were moist, red at the corners, and sparkling—he actually cried?!
The tough guy sheds tears!
Yan Yi was stunned, his mind "boomed" and he was at a loss for a moment. But in a moment, he changed his mind twice, his thoughts were in a mess. An idea gradually became clear in his heart, and various excuses emerged -
The villain was seriously injured. If he couldn't withstand the torture, he would die during the process of collecting essence, which would be a waste of time.
Yan Yi released the red crystal pendant from his chest, walked silently to the bedside, extinguished the calming incense, and said softly, "Your Majesty, I am willing to follow Brother Wen to the Ice Continent."
Wen Huiran was quite surprised, and seemed to not believe his ears. He spoke with a slightly nasal tone: "What did you say?"
Yan Yi clasped his hands together, exerting so much force that his knuckles turned white. As if he had made a great decision, he spoke word by word, "I recognize the Ice Lotus. If Brother Wen takes me with him, the chances of finding it will be greater. Besides—"
Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Wen Huoran was eager to know her reason, but he didn't show it on his face. He pretended to be calm and waited for her to speak.
"I hope Your Majesty can survive."
Something in his heart was melting. Wen Huoran didn't respond, but stared at Yan Yi without blinking, as if he wanted to seek an answer from her face.
Yan Yi suddenly chuckled, moved closer to him, and whispered softly, "Your Majesty, are you—moved to tears?"
Wen Huiran looked away and said in a deep voice, "You can describe the characteristics of the Ice Lotus, and I will send people to the Ice Continent to pick it."
Yan Yi looked embarrassed and said truthfully, "Your Majesty, my painting skills are not very good. If they mistake it for Han Binglian, wouldn't it delay the important work?"
Wen Huiran's expression grew serious, and he still disapproved of her taking the risk. "How can a mere mortal body withstand the cold of the Frozen Continent?"
After hearing this, Yan Yi was furious and couldn't help but mutter, "Your Majesty, do you look down on mere mortals like us?"
She had been holding this in her heart for a long time. The villain always used the term "mere mortal" to describe things, and often showed a look of contempt on his face.
It is not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
Wen Huoran was stunned when he heard this and was unable to speak for a long time.
It's not that I look down on it.
It is an indisputable fact that mortals are relatively weak. People who practice cultivation will also regard ordinary mortals as vulnerable groups and give them appropriate protection.
"No." Wen Huoran denied it flatly.
Yan Yi was furious. The Demon Lord, the biggest villain in the whole book, didn't even dare to face his own heart.
Bad review!
"Then why don't you allow me to go to the Ice Continent?"
An inexplicable sense of joy surged in his heart, and Wen Huiran patiently explained, "For ordinary mortals, setting foot on the Frozen Continent is like a moth flying into a flame."
This is true.
It is indeed mentioned in the original book that the Ice Continent is not an area that ordinary people can set foot in. Many monks who went there to hunt rare species died here and their bodies were never found.
Yan Yi was in a dilemma.
After pondering for a long time, she hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, do you have a spiritual weapon that can isolate the cold air and prevent it from harming the person holding it?"
Wen Huoran's expression froze for a moment, and his inquiring gaze fell on Yan Yi's face, "Winged cloak?"
"Yes!" Yan Yi suddenly became excited and looked at Wen Huoran with joy. "I knew it. How could such a huge Demon Lord's mansion not have a useful treasure?"
Wen Huoran looked at her thoughtfully, "How do you know this thing exists?"
"I—" Yan Yi touched the tip of his nose guiltily and smiled awkwardly, "I guessed."
Wen Huiran naturally didn't believe it, and approached her with a scrutinizing gaze, "Tell the truth."
Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Yan Yi hung his head and said half-truthfully, "I once read in an ancient book that there is a spiritual weapon in the Demon Realm that can resist foreign invasion and protect its owner."
"A mere mortal—"
Wen Huoran was half-believing and half-doubting, almost blurting out the answer, but suddenly realized something and immediately changed his words, saying, "You really are well-read."
Yan Yi: “…” The villain is good at making fun of people!
Besides using ancient books to perfunctorily deal with her, what else could she do? She could just tell this old antique that he lived in a book, a male-only novel, and that he had come from another world to complete a mission.
Can Wen Huoran believe it?
The old antique probably thought she was possessed by evil spirits, and with a slight movement of his fingers he might have crushed her and sent her straight to the end.
Seeing that she truly wanted to save him, Wen Huiran was inevitably moved, so he said to her in comfort, "The old witch doctor is old and tends to exaggerate. I am in good health."
Yan Yi was half-believing and half-doubting, and couldn't help but get to the bottom of it: "The old witch doctor said that the evil spirit hurt the lungs, how could it be okay?"
Wen Huoran didn't take it seriously. "People from the Demon Realm will heal their physical injuries on their own. It's nothing serious."
After hearing this, Yan Yi became distracted at an inappropriate time.
This is so enviable and jealous!
If it were in the real world, you wouldn’t need to go to the hospital if you were sick or injured. You could just lie down and wait patiently for your body to heal itself.
It is what humans desire all their lives!
Seeing the strange look on her face, Wen Huiran couldn't figure out what she was thinking and frowned unconsciously, "What are you thinking about?"
His thoughts were interrupted, and Yan Yi raised his head blindly, bumping into a pair of glass-like eyes, which were crystal clear as if washed by spring rain, which made him dizzy.
She quickly brought up the topic: "Your Majesty, what consequences will arise if the essence is damaged?"
The villain only said that the physical injuries of the people in the Demon Realm can be repaired naturally, however, the essence does not belong to the physical body.
Wen Huoran didn't respond, his eyes slightly closed, and he fell into deep thought.
Seeing that he looked depressed, Yan Yi realized the seriousness of the situation and didn't want to get to the bottom of it.
She suddenly felt a little annoyed, blaming herself for not having the patience to read the entire book. As a result, she only had a vague understanding of the important plots in the book, and she didn't even know anything about such a key existence as Yuan Jing.
"Your Majesty," Yan Yi said, choosing his words carefully, "If you trust me, please lend me the winged cloak. I will definitely pick the ice lotus and bring it back."
Two days later, Yan Yi put on a winged cloak and stood in the center of the teleportation array with a group of Demon Realm guards, ready to go.
The magic circle was activated, and the body seemed to be pulled towards the destination by a powerful force. However, in a moment, when they opened their eyes again, they were already on the outskirts of the ice continent.
Even though he had given the portrait of the Ice Lotus to Wen Feng and his group and had explained in detail the growth environment of the Ice Lotus, Yan Yi was still worried and insisted on going with them.
Looking around, everything was frozen. The Ice Continent was indeed worthy of its reputation. The cold was oppressive, and Yan Yi shivered with cold. Fortunately, he had a winged cloak to protect him from the cold, otherwise he would have died here.
After Yan Yi left, Wen Huoran felt mixed emotions. He was happy that a mortal female doctor risked her life to save him, but he had no idea what kind of emotions were mixed in that.
As time went on, Wen Huoran's deep worry grew, fearing something might happen to the other person. It was clearly just a funny gift from one of his subordinates, insignificant in value, yet it constantly stirred his emotions and left him feeling restless.
Wen Huoran was completely puzzled, yet he never tired of it.
Three days later, the group who went to the Ice Continent to pick Ice Lotus returned with a full load.
Wen Huoran, supported by the old witch doctor Bu Shu, was waiting outside the study door, unable to contain his joy.
Wen Huoran breathed a sigh of relief when he saw from afar a group of Demon Realm guards rushing back to the mansion in a dusty state.
However, before Wen Feng could put his heart at ease, he saw a person in his arms, soaking wet and dying.
It was Yan Yi, and the winged cloak on her body had long disappeared.
Wen Huoran staggered and almost fell down the stairs.
His throat was tight, and even swallowing became difficult. His voice was a little hoarse: "What happened?"
Wen Feng got permission and carried the person into Wen Huoran's study to lie down. Then he gasped and told the story -
"On the way to the Ice Peak, Miss Yan accidentally fell off a glacier. When I arrived, half of her body was already trapped in the ice. I wanted to send her back to the mansion first, but Miss Yan insisted on picking the ice lotus before returning..."
Wen Huoran's legs felt weak and he suddenly took two steps back. He quickly held onto the desk behind him and managed to keep his balance. His heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp needle, causing a sharp and intense pain.
When Yan Yi volunteered to go to the Ice Continent to pick ice lotus, Wen Huoran was full of doubts. He couldn't help but speculate that the other party was trying to gain his trust, waiting for an opportunity to lurk by his side for a long time and inform her master.
At this moment, Yan Yi was lying on the bed, his face pale and his breath weak. It was really not like the illusion that a spy could create.
The old witch doctor Bu Shu was busy running around, trying every possible way to dispel the coldness from Yan Yi. Wen Huoran, dragging his seriously injured body, followed closely behind him, fearing that something might happen.
Wen Feng saw it all and was anxious in his heart: "Your Majesty, please go back to your room and rest first."
"It's okay." Wen Huoran waved his hand and sat down on the armchair in front of the bed, staring at the person lying on the bed.
Wen Feng's lips moved slightly, but he swallowed the words back at the tip of his tongue. He had no choice but to follow Wen Huoran and wait outside the study door.
The next day, at dusk, Yan Yi slowly opened his eyes and woke up. What he saw was a handsome face that was magnified several times.
"Your Majesty?" Her head was dizzy and she was not fully awake yet. She did not remember what had happened.
Yan Yi looked around and realized that he was lying on Wen Huoran's couch, and the villain was standing alone in front of him with a bad look on his face. His heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
Finished!
Is she - taking advantage of others and taking over their position?
"Awake?" Wen Huoran's voice was filled with undisguised worry as it came close to his ear.
Yan Yi nodded blindly, but before he could say anything, the study door creaked open from the outside.
Wen Feng, who had been guarding outside the study for a day and a night, heard the noise in the room and immediately pushed the door open.
Yan Yi subconsciously looked towards the door. When he saw the face of the person coming clearly, his memory gradually came back to him, and tension and fear immediately emerged.
She suddenly sat up from the couch, tightly grasped Wen Huoran's wrists with both hands, and opened and closed her lips, but no sound came out.
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