He judged at least one thing from Ye Feng's reaction.
Ye Feng's feelings for that person were not the kind of love between husband and wife.
This made him inexplicably happy!
In the blink of an eye, the irritability that had just surged up disappeared.
After laughing enough, Yan Xiao glanced at Ye Feng's dry lips and suggested in a good mood: "Let's go have a drink together to celebrate?"
"Celebrate?" Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, feeling that this person was always being mysterious. He was not straightforward and deliberately asked, "Young Master Yan, is there anything happy?"
"No," Yan Xiao shrugged and smiled happily, "Celebrating your new life."
hehe.
Ye Feng saw that the man looked very serious, as if it was really the case.
But anyway, after lying down for so long, he really wanted to drink something.
So he smiled, nodded and agreed readily: "Okay, Master Xie Yan."
This man went to so much trouble to save himself, he would definitely not bother to poison himself.
Since that’s the case, what’s there to be afraid of? Just eat and drink.
The two of them tacitly put aside the previous topic about Long Sa and walked out together.
After coming out, Ye Feng discovered that the place where he had been before was just a cubicle.
The room outside was extremely spacious and empty. It seemed that there was nothing superfluous except some necessities. It was extremely clean and tidy.
What shocked Ye Feng the most was the overall color tone.
Apart from black, there is gray that is almost black, with dark red patterns on the corners, which is extremely obscure.
It can't change the depressing atmosphere of the whole house at all.
This person's style is very obvious, and it can be seen at first glance that it is Yan Xiao's room.
This person's hobbies are simple and persistent.
But is it really comfortable to stay in such an environment every day?
Ye Feng calmly memorized the general layout, as well as the visible passages and exits.
After passing through the long hall, the two entered another compartment, which was brighter and more normal in style.
Yan Xiao walked directly into the innermost bar.
"Sake, sweet wine, which one do you like?"
Yan Xiao took out two glasses from the wine cabinet and turned back to ask Ye Feng.
Young Master Yan, in a rare good mood, remembered that he should respect other people's opinions and kindly explained, "You can't drink strong liquor yet. You have a hidden injury in your body."
"Whatever, any one will do."
Ye Feng didn't care. He had no particular preference for either flavor.
But after thinking about it, he changed his tone and said, "Forget sake or sweet wine. The names don't suit me."
Yan Xiao curled his lips and smiled, but didn't say anything.
He found that Ye Feng was a little weird.
He looks thin and frail, but he has a strong personality and likes to fight for face in trivial matters.
"Does my injury have to be treated this way?"
Ye Feng leaned his elbows on the floating table and watched Yan Xiao slowly take off his cloak and put a row of bottles and jars on the bar.
When I think of that "fish tank", I feel it's hard to describe. When I'm sober, I take off all my clothes and lie in it again, but I don't really want to.
Yan Xiao glanced at his expression, smiled slightly, and was particularly easy to talk to.
"If you don't want to go in, then don't go in. You can drink potions or use the healing device, it's just a matter of going slower."
Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief: "How long have I been there?"
Yan Xiao rolled up his sleeves, turned his back and put on a pair of thin rubber gloves.
Ye Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and he recalled the few times he had seen him. This man was indeed always wearing gloves.
Yan Xiao was extremely sensitive to other people's gazes and easily noticed Ye Feng's fleeting inquiring look.
But there was no displeasure.
Because this person's eyes are clear, there is only pure curiosity, without any other complicated thoughts.
"How long do you think you were lying there?"
He asked Ye Feng in return, picking and choosing among the bottles and jars, picking up this one and then that one.
"Ten days?"
Ye Feng had no concept of the passage of time.
There was no terminal on his wrist, and he couldn't see the time after opening his eyes. He could only guess based on his injuries and the level of treatment in this world.
"Not enough, guess again." Yan Xiao patiently mixed the wine, and the color in the glass became richer and more gorgeous.
"Twenty days?" Ye Feng was surprised.
Will it take that long? Isn't there an advanced energy body on his back that can automatically repair itself?
"30 days and 15 hours."
Yan Xiao patiently carved it carefully, considering the amount of each type of wine to be used.
"Your skin was so badly damaged that it was basically replanted."
It is extremely rare for him to be able to do something patiently.
He really enjoys the feeling now.
"How to cultivate?" This word reminded Ye Feng of biochemical experiments.
“We extract the good cells, re-cultivate and regenerate them, and finally implant them for repair.”
Yan Xiao spoke lightly, and in just a few words he finished explaining the empire's most advanced human body repair technology.
"Master Luo's invention?" Ye Feng was surprised and his expression changed slightly.
He had seen reports about the technology.
Because the materials used are too rare, it is currently only open to the upper class.
In other words, saving him requires more than just money.
"Yes, it's from that old guy." Yan Xiao stood up and carefully looked at the glass of sake he mixed for Ye Feng. He thought it was pretty good.
He took out a lighter, brought it close to the rim of the glass, pressed it lightly, and a bright yellow flame shot into the glass, followed by a crackling sound.
The colorful colors mixed before were rolled into a ball, blooming like fireworks, which was very beautiful.
He actually felt a sense of accomplishment and looked up and asked, "How is it? Does it look good?"
"It looks good." Ye Feng was still digesting this matter in his mind.
This man, the price of saving him is too high, why? Why did this man do this?
Yan Xiao was well versed in human nature and could see through Ye Feng's confusion at a glance.
He pushed the wine glass in front of Ye Feng, and the fire gradually died out.
“Try it, don’t worry about it.
"You've heard that I always do things based on my mood. If I want to do something, I do it. No one can stop me. If I don't want to do it, I won't give face to anyone. I love whoever I want."
When he said the last sentence, a hint of sarcasm and coldness flashed in his eyes, as well as a deep disgust for the world.
Ye Feng picked up the wine glass with a complicated expression.
What nonsense about it being based on your mood? That's all excuses.
Any action must have its cause and effect if examined in depth. Otherwise, who would go to so much trouble to save someone they don't even know?
He didn't want to be so confused, especially in front of this person who was not clear whether he was an enemy or a friend.
Unable to figure it out and extremely confused, Ye Feng simply asked directly.
“Young Master Yan, I actually have three doubts in my mind. The first is the one who left for me on the spaceship, the second is the dance at the ball, and the third is the rescue this time.
"I can feel that you treat me differently, but what is the reason?"
The most contradictory thing is that if he was the one who ordered the explosion, then they should be opponents.
Then the bombing and rescue at the same time seems even more contradictory and incomprehensible.
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