The next day, Fan Zhiyi was woken up by a fall. The pain in his buttocks was still fresh, and the pain in his waist was even more unbearable. He screamed a few times.
Being suddenly awakened from his sleep made his nerves tense subconsciously, thinking that some ghost was attacking him again.
After rolling on the floor for a while, Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong half-raised his body. The tight and powerful muscle lines in his arms were particularly eye-catching, but his expression was not necessarily very kind.
"Where is this?"
"Ninety thousand miles of garrison." Fan Zhiyi was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up for a long time. He rubbed his butt and then his arms, "I say, can't you just talk properly? Why did you have to kick me down?"
"Hmph." Bing Nandong sneered, then as if he had finally regained consciousness, he hissed in pain and lay back on the bed. "You mean you found Jiuwanli?"
"It was someone who saved us, otherwise we would have been eaten by ghosts long ago."
Bing Nandong seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and gnashed his teeth as he said, "If I hadn't asked that idiot to let go, and that idiot hadn't let go, would it have ended up like this?"
“…”
"What was my condition like when Jiu Wanli found us?"
"In coma."
Bing Nandong didn't speak immediately, looking as if he was thinking about something, and then asked, "Was Zhuang Yujing there last night? Did he see me like that?"
"who?"
"Oh, I forgot your brain isn't working very well now, though it wasn't very good before either."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Don't want to pay attention to him.
But since he's awake, there's nothing to worry about, and Fan Zhiyi sees that he's in good spirits.
According to the doctor, it would be necessary to apply the medicine again. Lord Fan Zhiyi did not bear grudges and would not get angry with this young man who was younger than him.
He rubbed the box of ointment in his palm and asked, "So who is Zhuang Yujing?"
"He's just Jiuwanli, the pampered, idle, and thieving young master." Bing Nandong said nonchalantly, "What about the child?"
"They took it away, but I don't think they'll do anything to Xiaobao. There are cakes and cold water from last night on the table. Are you thirsty?"
"Oh, you really don't have much sense when it comes to certain things. You don't even know what the temperament of the people in Jiuwanli is like, yet you dare to eat their food."
What was going on between these two sects? Fan Zhiyi could sense a tense atmosphere. "He said their sect was very upright, and I ate it too, and there was nothing wrong with it. It was actually quite delicious."
"If he says it's above board, then it's above board. Let me guess, they also said a lot of bad things about Tianyun Sect. Are you an idiot for believing everything he says?"
"…Are you feeling uncomfortable right now?"
"My chest hurts, and my back hurts too. I vaguely remember it was caused by some idiot dragging me away last night."
Fan Zhiyi: "..."Brother, you were unconscious, how do you still know?
Bing Nandong glanced at him, then sneezed and looked at the pile of quilts next to him: "Also, a certain idiot didn't have enough quilts for himself, so he took my bed and quilt for himself."
"I can explain this. I applied medicine to you last night and thought I'd cover you with a blanket later..."
Bing Nandong said with a forced smile, "But then you fell asleep?" Then his expression changed, "Whose medicine did you apply to me?"
"Ninety thousand miles." Fan Zhiyi blinked in confusion.
"Idiot, have you really lost your memory? Are you trying to kill me? I shouldn't have gone back to find you." Bing Nandong said, insisting on sitting up, closing his eyes and meditating to check the situation inside his body.
Fan Zhiyi heard an incredible piece of news: the young man’s appearance in the haunted house was not an accident, but he came back specifically to find him!
Bai Bai said that his original body was deliberately abandoned in a haunted house by the Tianyun Sect and died as a result. I wonder if he would feel some comfort when he heard that someone came back to look for him.
But what's the use of comforting him? The dead can't be resurrected. Fan Zhiyi sighed in his heart.
Bing Nandong ran a full cycle and found that there seemed to be no problem. Then he called to Fan Zhiyi: "Give me the clothes."
Fan Zhiyi raised his hands: "My hands are full of ointment now, waiting to apply it on you."
Bing Nandong's expression froze for a moment, and he refused without even thinking, "No thanks!"
Fan Zhiyi didn't say much about the other party's strange attitude and went straight to work: "It would be strange if you could wipe the back by yourself, don't be stubborn."
"Give it to me...hiss."
"Look, look, don't make trouble, I'll just wipe it off for you." Fan Zhiyi slowed down his movements. Why was this guy so noisy? He wouldn't do anything to him.
With awe that this world might have strange settings, Fan Zhiyi asked again: "Are you sure you are a man?"
Bing Nandong glared at him and said in protest: "Don't give me the Jiuwanli medicine!"
In the end, Fan Zhiyi couldn't persuade him, but fortunately the medicine had been almost taken, so he just let the boy do what he wanted.
The doctor's medicine was indeed effective. Fan Zhiyi could visibly feel that the boy's back and chest injuries had healed significantly. It was just that he suffered. His waist, legs, and hands were in excruciating pain.
At this moment, the door was pushed open. Bing Nandong probably wanted to curse Fan Zhiyi, but the words got stuck in his throat before he could say them. He and Fan Zhiyi looked towards the door at the same time.
Fan Zhiyi was still half-kneeling on the bed with his hands raised, and Bing Nandong was sitting sideways, both of them were in dishevel.
The person who came in tutted, "I thought something was wrong, but it turns out you two are doing something shameful. I can only say that this is worthy of being the Tianyun Sect. You have nothing serious on your mind all day long."
"Is that so? Our Tianyun Sect is not like some other sects that only know how to eavesdrop." Bing Nandong retorted.
Zhuang Yujing was furious for a moment: "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't want to listen to the dirty talk of you two!"
"Oh, you're sitting right here."
“…” Zhuang Yujing stared at Bing Nandong, wishing he could bite him to death.
“…” Bing Nandong stared at Zhuang Yujing fiercely, wishing he could poke him into a sieve.
At this time, the classic line will appear: If looks could kill, both sides would have died thousands of times.
Fan Zhiyi knew very well that he should not try to stop a fight to avoid getting hurt accidentally, as he was just an ordinary citizen.
The next second, Zhuang Yujing clasped his arms and turned the flame towards him, "Bing Nandong, if it weren't for you... my little fiancé begging me desperately, wailing in front of my door, and me thinking it was bad luck, do you think I wanted to save you?"
"oh."
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