Whether it was to avoid Qin Shuan who was hiding in the dark, or to solve the problem of the female ghost, Qian's house had to go. He had to find Xu Qing, and Xu Qing would not ignore him.
The only person Fan Zhiyi could turn to for help at the moment was Xu Qing.
But Qin Shuan was playing hide-and-seek, draining Fan Zhiyi's sanity and spirit.
Fan Zhiyi felt that this madman could be hiding anywhere, maybe waiting for him not to pay attention and then come out from the darkness and stab him to death with a sword.
Qin Shuan seemed to enjoy admiring his desperate and panic-stricken look, like a cat teasing a mouse, until the mouse finally scared itself to death.
But who is Fan Zhiyi? He is a fan of horror novels... Damn, but there is a difference between putting it in from a God's perspective and experiencing it personally as a practitioner, okay? He felt like he was really going to die.
At this time, Fan Zhiyi remembered Bing Nandong's spell. Adhering to the idea of not giving up any hope, Fan Zhiyi wanted to contact Bing Nandong, but then he discovered a big bug. How could he find a torch to burn the communication spell in this situation? He couldn't turn into a flame!
Fan Zhiyi felt that his life was over. He hid in the corner, his nerves tense as he looked around, his eyes wide open and not daring to blink.
He licked his dry lips, then made up his mind to rush out, but the moment he took a step, a chill hit him.
Fan Zhiyi subconsciously dodged backwards, but his gait became unstable and he fell hard backwards, his butt hurting terribly.
Qin Shuan finally emerged from the shadows. "Fan Zhiyi, how's it going? It's tough hiding around like a rat, isn't it? You look good, but the game's over, you loser, you idiot! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this! I don't understand why Bing Nandong suddenly cares so much about you. Have you slept together? That guy always acts so high and mighty, so perfect. It's disgusting. I'm tired of playing along with him!"
Such a long list, is this the villain's death due to talking too much?
Fan Zhiyi kept shrinking back, praying that this guy would say a few more words to give him a chance to escape.
Fan Zhiyi immediately jumped up and pulled out the dagger. Thanks to Bingnan Dong's body skills, Fan Zhiyi exchanged two or three moves with Qin Shuan and slightly injured him.
Fan Zhiyi didn't want to fight anymore and immediately turned around to run away, but before he could take a step, he was hit by his magic and bounced out, his whole body was broken and he spit out a lot of blood.
There's nothing he can do. The other person is a mage and he's not even a martial artist. The difference in strength is too big.
Fan Zhiyi clutched his chest, his waist, where he had just been kicked, starting to ache. He coughed violently, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.
Qin Shuan slowly walked over and blocked his way. He picked up the dagger that Fan Zhiyi had dropped and twirled it in his hand, sneering, "He even gave you this."
Fan Zhiyi raised his half-bloody face and tried to escape with trembling arms, but Qin Shuan raised the dagger high and was about to stab him in the head. Fan Zhiyi subconsciously closed his eyes tightly.
In a flash, Qin Shuan had to pull his body back to resist the oncoming sword. He quickly stepped back, and was then hit by the attacking flying sword and embedded into the wall behind him, causing a cloud of dust.
"Fan Zhiyi!"
Fan Zhiyi could no longer hear anything. His ears were still ringing. He could only stare blankly at a figure running towards him, kneeling on one knee in front of him, and holding his shoulders: "Fan Zhiyi! Fan Zhiyi! Wake up!"
Whose voice is that? Who is so anxious?
Immediately afterwards, a force of gravity pressed on his forehead, and then Fan Zhiyi felt as if something was peeled off from his body. He suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and the suffocating feeling that was gripping his heart was relieved a lot.
He stared at the other person with his empty eyes, trying to quickly identify who he was, but it was useless. His chaotic brain was pounding with a splitting headache.
Fan Zhiyi covered his head, gritted his teeth and whimpered in pain. He almost wanted to bang his head against the ground to make himself feel better.
At the critical moment, Bing Nandong stopped him, covered his forehead with his palm, and almost half-hugged him in his arms. The cold spiritual power was transmitted from the place where it touched Bing Nandong, relieving his pain.
Bing Nandong was taking care of Fan Zhiyi while staring at Qin Shuan, who had been unable to get up for a long time. He said quickly, "Fan Zhiyi, stay in the barrier and don't come out yet. I'll go take care of things."
With Bing Nandong's spiritual guidance, Fan Zhiyi actually felt much better, but his mind had not yet recovered from that memory, and his self-awareness was still confused for a while, so when he heard Bing Nandong say this, he could only nod obediently.
After receiving Fan Zhiyi's affirmative answer, Bing Nandong immediately trapped him in the barrier, and then his eyes changed, looking at Qin Shuan with a cold and serious expression.
Qin Shuan was also looking at him, without any trace of the admiration and awe he had at first. His face was ferocious and filled with evil. "Bing Nandong, have you forgotten how he wanted to kill you before? Have you forgotten what he did to you? You are protecting him like this, you lunatic, you are all lunatics, all crazy. You still have to keep acting like this? It's boring and uninteresting!"
Qin Shuan was shouting like a madman. In contrast, Bing Nandong stood there remarkably calmly, staring at his junior brother, the one he had grown up with. "Qin Shuan, come back with me and be punished. We can all start over again."
"Start over, hahahaha, Bingnandong, you are naive and ridiculous, always claiming to be righteous. If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up like this! Everything I did was because of you!" After saying that, Qin Shuan suddenly smiled, with a strange arc at the corner of his mouth. "Forget it, it's all fake anyway."
He suddenly rushed towards Bing Nandong. When their blades met, Bing Nandong said, "Qin Shuan, don't make the same mistake again."
"What did I do wrong? Is it wrong for me to help you kill the person who has been getting in your way?"
"Human lives should not be written off so easily."
"Bing Nandong, you're saying these naive words again. Do you know how much I hate you? I've hated you since I was a child, but for many reasons, I have to curry favor with you. I really feel sick. And, you don't know, the entire Tianyun Sect..."
Before Qin Shuan could finish his words, the hilt of a sword suddenly hit him in the back, causing him to fall forward and spit out a mouthful of blood. He stumbled a few steps before he could steady himself, interrupting his words. He looked at the suddenly appeared Lu Changfu with a vicious look: "You..."
"Nan Dong, don't waste time talking to him. His personality has completely changed now. Take him back to Tianyun Sect." Lu Changfu landed on the ground, his sleeves fluttering, and he waved his hand to retract his sword.
Bing Nandong did not answer, but used a few moves to relieve Qin Shuan's strength, and then pinned him to the ground.
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