If Bing Nandong had not been unable to kill his fellow disciples, if the idiot Qin Shuan had not told those things, the master would not have let him have any chance of survival, he would not have shown up at all, and the current situation could have been avoided.
But now that things have come to this, Lu Changfu knows Bing Nandong very well. He is a person who is willing to sacrifice himself for others and has a sense of justice, and he must have contributed to the cultivation of such a person.
Lu Changfu thought that as long as he wanted, he could make up countless excuses to get away with it, and Bing Nandong would still treat him as his best partner. But strangely, Lu Changfu suddenly became a little annoyed and he didn't want to explain.
People's moods always change rapidly, one moment like this, the next moment like that.
"Nandong, Fan Zhiyi is no longer Fan Zhiyi." Lu Changfu observed Bing Nandong's expression and saw no change on his face. He thought, Bing Nandong must have known about this for a long time, otherwise how could he get so close to Fan Zhiyi so easily.
There was no point in saying more. Mr. Lu took Qin Shuan by the arm and said, "Nandong, let's meet up at Tianyun Sect. I'll trouble you to clean up this mess for me. I'd like to have a good chat with you when we get back to Tianyun Sect."
As they passed each other, Bing Nandong suddenly asked, "Will you also tell the Sect Leader about Fan Zhiyi's incident?"
The original Fan Zhiyi is already dead. If the sect leader knew about this, given Tianyun Sect's attitude towards demons and ghosts, the current Fan Zhiyi would not survive.
"I don't know." Lu Changfu said lightly, then looked at Bing Nandong and smiled, "If you don't want to, then I won't tell you."
“…Thank you.”
"polite."
Seeing that the two of them were far away, Bing Nandong adjusted his mood and took a few steps forward to Fan Zhiyi's side: "Are you okay?"
"I just sprained my leg, there's no other serious problem. I have to go somewhere right now." Fan Zhiyi pulled Bing Nandong and was about to run away. He was afraid that Qian Hu, that bastard, would run away.
But Bing Nandong pulled him back: "I'll carry you."
"Goodbye, man. It's just a minor injury, why do you have to carry it on your back?" Fan Zhiyi thought it would be better to avoid unnecessary contact. Bing Nandong's sudden appearance was beyond his expectations, making him a little at a loss, especially since he had not figured out how to get along with Bing Nandong in the future, although he missed Bing Nandong a lot during this period.
Being rejected was within his expectations, so Bing Nandong didn't force it and asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "What's wrong with your clothes?"
"Don't mention it, you don't understand. This is strategy."
"The strategy is that you got yourself into this state and are possessed by a female ghost?"
"I'm possessed!" Fan Zhiyi himself had a vague feeling. "Right, right, let's go first. I'll tell you the details slowly."
Bing Nandong pulled him back again: "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold if you walk around in wet clothes?"
"Oh, it's okay, these are all small things. I'm going to do something big now."
Bing Nandong refused to let go. Fan Zhiyi took a step or two before being pulled back. He was at his wit's end. He uttered a "tsk" sound, somewhat impatiently: "What on earth do you want to do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cloak was thrown over him. Bing Nandong tied the belt for him thoughtfully, and his voice was full of dissatisfaction: "Why are you always haunted by female ghosts?"
Fan Zhiyi felt a little embarrassed and felt waves of heat rushing up to his face.
Damn, Bing Nandong is not such a bad person. He must have caught a cold. He looked away and said, "Of course I'm handsome and popular."
Bing Nandong's eyes darkened: "Really?"
After saying that, she stared at Fan Zhiyi, then couldn't help but put her hand on his lips and wiped away the remaining lipstick: "This... was applied to you by Junior Sister?"
He pressed his fingertips on Fan Zhiyi's lips. His lips were a little dry and would dent slightly if he applied a little force. Bing Nandong was stunned where he stood. He had never expected this feeling.
Fan Zhiyi was also standing there in a daze. He felt that his brain cells were so active that he was going crazy. The heat suddenly gathered in his forehead as if it was going to burn him to death.
So Fan Zhiyi instinctively took a step back and began to wipe frantically with his sleeves, trying to hide the inexplicable panic he had just felt.
Seeing him like this, Bing Nandong coughed lightly and said, "Be gentle, or you'll scratch your mouth."
"Hmmmmmm...Okay!"
Because of his slightly frantic movements, Fan Zhiyi's already loose hair was thrown out of his way. Bing Nandong raised his finger and pointed, "Your hair, smooth it down."
However, Fan Zhiyi thought Bing Nandong was reaching out to attack again, so he immediately leaned back exaggeratedly, like a rabbit being stared at by a big bad wolf, and covered his mouth with his hands in fear and said, "Bing Nandong, don't you think that there's something a little too ambiguous between us?"
The two spoke almost in unison, and everyone fell into a strange silence the moment they finished speaking.
Fan Zhiyi: Maybe I was a little too extreme, but what did I do suddenly just now? It scared him.
Bing Nandong: Is it ambiguous if I let him stroke my hair?
Bing Nandong unconsciously twisted the fingertips that had just touched Fan Zhiyi's lips, as if the smooth feeling of the lip balm still remained on his fingertips.
This thought made his heart start beating faster again. Bing Nandong was a little afraid to look at Fan Zhiyi. He was afraid that if he looked at him again, he would become obsessed with him like before.
But the silence still needed someone to break it, so Fan Zhiyi raised his eyes quietly and saw Bing Nandong's profile, which was stubborn and refused to turn around.
Fan Zhiyi cleared his throat and said, "Your junior brother is over there." He pointed as he spoke.
God knows, Fan Zhiyi doesn't know any magic, so he doesn't know how long these two disciples of Tianyun Sect came here and how long they have been watching here.
The two Tianyun Sect disciples were originally guarding their assigned sections of the road, but when they heard the noise of fighting, they rushed over. Coincidentally, they saw their eldest brother struggling with Fan Zhiyi, helping him tie his belt, and talking intimately with him. They were so shocked that their eyes popped out and they stood there awkwardly, unable to retreat or advance.
Now that Fan Zhiyi had pointed it out, the two disciples breathed a sigh of relief and simply stepped forward to salute: "Big Brother."
Then joy replaced the previous embarrassment. After all, it was an exciting thing to be able to get along with the influential figure of Tianyun Sect and his beloved senior brother.
Bing Nandong instantly regained his usual solemn demeanor. "Come to think of it, I was just about to look for you guys. Who came up with this awful idea? Not only did they let Fan Zhiyi, a non-magician, serve as bait, but they didn't even realize he was possessed. If I hadn't arrived, who knows what would have happened. This is how the Tianyun Sect teaches you."
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