Chapter 885 The Failed Man

Chapter 885 A Failed Man

Ye Xiaochuan is a kind-hearted man after all, or rather, he is a man who cannot resist the temptation of a beautiful woman.

He is now feeding Wanyan Wulei with a spoon, thinking that he is such a failure as a man. He has lived for 26 years and always suffers in front of women.

He and Wanyan Wulei are in opposing camps. They should hurt each other when they meet. This is how things develop. Last night, he was chased by this stinky woman all night.

As a result, he risked his life early this morning and rescued her from the bloody mouth of the ten thousand year old tree demon.

At night, he had to be the full-time personal male nanny of this stinky woman, feeding Wanyan Wulei with food one spoon at a time.

If he had known this, he should not have saved her in the morning, letting her be eaten by the tree demon. After returning, he could continue to flatter himself and say that he killed Wanyan Wulei. He would have the bragging material for the next thirty to fifty years. It would not be a good thing to brag about the soul-eating old demon for a lifetime.

Now, you have to eat the bitter fruit you dug yourself.

Wanyan Wulei's reasons are very sufficient, and she explained them from three points, which made Ye Xiaochuan speechless.

First, men have to take care of women, which is a matter of course.

Second, I can't move my body now, so you can do whatever you want.

Third, since you saved me from the mouth of the tree demon, you have to be responsible to the end. If you can't save me and don't care about me, watching me starve to death, then you saved me in vain?

There is no way, the reasons are too sufficient, Ye Xiaochuan really can't think of a reason to fight back for a while, so he can only feed her honestly.

In the final analysis, men are all cheap bones. Ye Xiaochuan is now 26 years old and is already a big man who thinks about how to sleep with women all day long, so he is also a cheap bone.

Good and evil, gods and demons, are all added values ​​given by humans themselves.

In recent years, his cultivation has gradually improved, and he has practiced more and more heavenly books and strange arts. Ye Xiaochuan feels more and more that Situ Feng's words are correct.

Good people practice evil methods, and evil methods become good.

Evil people practice good methods, and good methods become evil.

Whether it is a magic weapon or a true method, there is actually no distinction between good and evil, good and evil. Only the human heart can distinguish between good and evil.

The moment Ye Xiaochuan rescued Wanyan Wulei, he did not regard her as a peerless witch of the demon sect, but as a person.

Wanyan Wulei asked Ye Xiaochuan why he saved her?

Ye Xiaochuan's answer was: "Do you need a reason to save people?"

Killing a person may require a reason, but saving a person does not require a reason. Seeing injustice on the road and drawing a sword to help is what chivalrous people of our generation should do.

After drinking the first bowl of purple rice and fish fillet porridge, Wanyan Wulei said: "Your cooking skills are good. I didn't expect that a man like you could cook. It's rare, rare. Give me another bowl. I'm not full yet."

Looking at Wanyan Wulei's expression, Ye Xiaochuan couldn't bear to refuse. Although he didn't know what kind of life-and-death situation the two would meet again in the future, at least at this time, he didn't mean to kill Wanyan Wulei, and Wanyan Wulei didn't mean to kill him.

A pot of water was boiled for several hours, and finally made into two bowls of purple rice and fish fillet porridge, which was also added with the unique thousand-year-old wild ginseng in the northern border. Originally, Ye Xiaochuan planned to nourish himself. He hadn't had a hot meal in the Black Forest these days.

As a result, he didn't taste the two bowls of purple rice and fish fillet porridge himself, and all of them went into Wanyan Wulei's stomach. This day was a waste of work.

After drinking two bowls of nourishing porridge, Wanyan Wulei seemed to be in much better spirits, but his body was still weak and he couldn't even lift his arms.

She leaned against the wall of the tree hole, covered with a thick bearskin mattress, and looked at Ye Xiaochuan squatting beside her and gnawing on dry buns angrily. She suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"I finished the porridge?"

Ye Xiaochuan rolled his eyes and said, "What do you think?"

Wanyan Wulei said, "Then you can just make another pot."

Ye Xiaochuan said, "You make it sound so easy. I spent more than two hours to make that pot of porridge..."

She wanted to curse a few more times, but seeing Wanyan Wulei's silver hair, she had to give up. She put on a noble look of a young man who was too lazy to argue with a woman and continued to eat dry buns.

The dry buns were not delicious. I burped after eating only one, and the burps were continuous. I had to take out the wine gourd and drink a few mouthfuls. It seemed to have no effect. I was still burping loudly, which made Wanyan Wulei chuckle.

Ye Xiaochuan was a little angry and didn't want to be in the same room with this stinky woman who made fun of him. He threatened her that if she dared to tell others about his hiccups, she would never forgive him. Then he hugged Wufeng and sat outside the cave. However, the cold wind outside was a bit strong. After thinking about it, he moved his butt inside and sat inside the tree hole.

Turning his head, he saw Wanyan Wulei still leaning against the tree wall, and his clear eyes were staring at him.

He couldn't help but say, "Why are you staring at me so late? I warn you, don't have any improper thoughts about me!"

Wanyan Wulei finally believed that the rumors were true. This kid was shameless and arrogant.

She didn't care about Ye Xiaochuan's words, but said, "Can you show me the jade on your neck? It's the black jade crescent magic weapon that you used to severely injure the tree demon during the day."

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned. He thought Wanyan Wulei was unconscious at that time, but he didn't expect that everything at that time was seen by her.

Blood Soul Essence is not a magic weapon of the righteous path, but a strange treasure of the ghost path. Ye Xiaochuan is very clear about this. If he spreads it, he will be in big trouble.

He looked at Wanyan Wulei vigilantly and said, "What are you doing? Are you planning to take my magic weapon again? You first wanted to take my Wufeng Sword, and now you want to take my Blood Soul Essence?"

"Blood Soul Essence?"

Wanyan Wulei whispered to himself softly, and after a moment, he said, "I just think your Blood Soul Essence is very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere. Since you care so much, I won't look at it."

Ye Xiaochuan frowned. This Blood Soul Essence is related to his life experience. The old man who killed his heart seemed to know something, but he didn't tell him. Before the old soul-eating demon died, he grabbed his collar and said hoarsely, "You...it turns out that you...you are...that...that baby boy...hahahahaha..."

Just when he wanted to ask for details, the old guy died.

Now that Wanyan Wulei said that his blood soul essence looked familiar to him, Ye Xiaochuan immediately threw the words that the old man Zhuxin had warned him about to the wind and took the blood soul essence from his neck without thinking.

Compared to other potential dangers, he was more concerned about his life experience, and the only thing on his body that could prove his identity was the blood soul essence.