Qin Shuan had completely lost his mind. He opened his bloodshot eyes and said without hesitation: "Bing Nandong, I hate you. I will kill you. I will kill all of you!"
Fan Zhiyi shook his head and became a little more sober. He hit his head with his hand and then looked at the three people in front of him.
Qin Shuan seemed to have gone crazy, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes. If Bing Nandong hadn't held him back, he would have pounced on him with bared fangs and claws in the next second: "Fan Zhiyi, it's your fault. If it weren't for you, would I have ended up like this? Go to hell, go to hell! You were obviously dead in Xue's house, you can't still be alive, you are not Fan Zhiyi, you are not Fan Zhiyi! He was possessed by another body, he is a ghost, don't you want to get rid of the ghost? Kill him, kill him! Hahahaha..." After laughing, Qin Shuan suddenly restrained all his expressions, "You don't know, Fan Zhiyi's blood, Fan Zhiyi..."
Qin Shuan has been silenced, and Fan Zhiyi only knows one person who can use this technique.
He looked at Bing Nandong. The young man pursed his lips, his deep eyes fixed on Qin Shuan. "Qin Shuan, people always have to pay the price for their actions. If they did something wrong, it's wrong. There are no excuses. As for Fan Zhiyi... Although I have no right to say this, he has indeed been severely punished for his actions."
Qin Shuan was still struggling. Fan Zhiyi didn't understand what Bing Nandong meant by his next words, but he knew he had something to do.
He stood up and realized that he had sprained his foot and it hurt to stand.
He tapped the barrier, drawing Bing Nandong's attention. He understood his intention at a glance and opened the barrier. Fan Zhiyi limped, picked up his dagger, and half-knelt in front of Qin Shuan. "Your mental state is quite good. Instead of wasting time on yourself, it's better to waste time on others. After all, it's always others who are wrong. What a coincidence, we are the same kind of people."
Fan Zhiyi smiled, revealing a bit of his white teeth to make himself look malicious, then pulled out the dagger: "But you probably don't know that the use of this state also depends on the person. You can't do it."
After saying this, Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong and said, "Please let go of one of his hands."
Bing Nandong did as he was told, and then Fan Zhiyi suddenly pressed Qin Shuan's wrist to the ground, making a "bang" sound.
Bing Nandong did not stop him, and Lu Changfu did not say anything either. Only Qin Shuan's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He stared at Fan Zhiyi unwillingly, almost torturing him with his eyes.
"Qin Shuan, it's true that I deceived all of them. I'm not Fan Zhiyi, but what can you do to me? You've injured my hand twice, and now I'm returning it to you." Fan Zhiyi used the tip of the dagger to gently scratch Qin Shuan's elbow to the most vascular part of his wrist, as if he was gauging the best spot to stab. He said briskly, "Let's chop off both hands at once."
After saying that, he raised the dagger with full momentum.
Qin Shuan tried his best to move his hands, but Bing Nandong had restrained his shoulders tightly, so he could only make "mumbling" sounds.
The moment the dagger fell, Qin Shuan seemed to have forgotten even his struggle.
The dagger just grazed his fingers and pierced deeply into the ground through the gaps between his fingers.
Fan Zhiyi really wanted to repay Qin Shuan for everything he had done to him. After all, Qin Shuan really wanted to kill him. If it weren't for Bing Nandong, he would have died long ago.
He never thought of himself as a good person who could repay evil with kindness, and his original body did die because of Qin Shuan. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, Fan Zhiyi had very few chances to avenge him, but now the opportunity was right in front of him.
Unfortunately, as expected, he still couldn't do it. If he stabbed her with the knife, it would feel great at the time, but he would probably not be able to bear it in the future.
If you say that the person who knows oneself best is oneself, Fan Zhiyi decided to stop causing trouble for himself, but it seems that he actually has the potential to be a saint.
Fan Zhiyi secretly scoffed at himself and retracted the dagger. "How's it, Qin Shuan? Does it feel good to be intimidated? How does it feel to watch yourself become useless and be powerless to change the situation?" After a pause, he said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "You are a disciple of the Tianyun Sect. I don't need to do anything to you. Let the Tianyun Sect judge your actions."
Although he said so, Fan Zhiyi felt that he was too cowardly. The next second, he crushed the handle of the dagger on the back of Qin Shuan's hand as if to vent his anger. Then he stood up, hung the dagger back on his waist, clapped his hands, and stared at Qin Shuan with his eyes lowered.
This is the end of Qin Shuan's matter. He has more important things to do now. He has to rush to another battlefield immediately and give a scum a real social beating.
Fan Zhiyi stood aside, not wanting to hear or see anything about Qin Shuan anymore, so as not to be upset.
Bing Nandong saw Fan Zhiyi standing far away, so he said to Lu Changfu, "I will take him back to Tianyunmen."
"I'll go." Lu Changfu smiled softly. Seeing that Bing Nandong showed no sign of letting go, he knew what Bing Nandong was worried about. "Don't worry, I'm also your senior brother. If my junior brother does something wrong, I won't cover it up. Otherwise, he will never recognize his mistakes. I will report everything that happened to the Sect Master, including his bullying of fellow disciples, intentional murder, and so on. The Sect Master will deal with him according to the rules of the Tianyun Sect."
Bing Nandong then looked at Mr. Lu. Seeing that his long-time friend was still smiling so considerately and speaking so thoughtfully, he frowned and asked, "Mr. Lu, you've always been nearby. Why did you leave Fan Zhiyi alone?"
“…”
Lu Changfu maintained a smile as he stared at Bing Nandong. Neither side gave in. Finally, Lu Changfu gave in and sighed, "No matter what I say, it's useless, Nandong. You already have the answer in your heart."
"Master, tell me your reasons."
"Fan Zhiyi has always been a threat to you. I did think about getting rid of him before, but now I don't think so because you care about him. If he died, you would be sad."
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"How about it? Do you think I'm a stranger to you? Nan Dong, you think everything is too simple. You always think about others. You should think about yourself." Lu Changfu's voice was still gentle.
In fact, what Lu Changfu didn't say was that he really didn't like Fan Zhiyi, but he wouldn't completely leave Fan Zhiyi alone. It was he who found Qin Shuan, and he vaguely revealed that they would come here to complete the mission, and Qin Shuan followed him.
Lu Changfu's original intention was very simple. He wanted to test whether this Fan Zhiyi was the same Fan Zhiyi. Now he already had the answer in his mind, but before he could take action when Fan Zhiyi was about to be killed by Qin Shuan, Bing Nandong arrived.
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