Fan Zhiyi stared at the man blankly, then suddenly a surge of anger washed over him. Damn, he'd been sympathetic to the man, and yet he'd thought he was annoying him. His blindness was truly outrageous.
Fan Zhiyi was filled with anger and grabbed Bing Nandong's hand again and walked towards his room. Bing Nandong thought that Fan Zhiyi was going to attack him because he was forced into a corner, and he secretly hoped that he would really die.
As a result, Fan Zhiyi slammed the door shut, threw him on the bed, pulled down his pants, and regardless of Bing Nandong's struggle, he suppressed him with three "pa pa pa" sounds.
First of all, Fan Zhiyi has never had an apprentice. He has only helped the teachers and aunts in the orphanage to take care of children. This is how the teachers educate very naughty and disobedient children, so naturally Fan Zhiyi learned it in the same way. However, Fan Zhiyi generally would not do this unless the other party's mistake was particularly outrageous and needed to be taught a lesson.
"Why are you killing me? Why are you dying? You're just injured. I'll heal you. Don't act like you're dying all the time! Do you know how good it is to be alive? You can save money while you're alive, not just spirit stones. Although I often give up, I'm living well, right? I'm not dead, why are you dying?" Fan Zhiyi was yelling. He was really mad. He had tolerated him for a long time. Not only did he waste food, but he also wanted to die. Are you depressed? Are you asking for death? Just give him a beating!
"Killing you will make it easier for everyone. If I kill you, I will live a life worse than death, okay? Although living is not easy, so many people are trying hard to live. I didn't say I would give up on you, why do you think that? Do you know how infuriating this sounds?" While preaching, Fan Zhiyi thought about the difficulties he had in the real world. He had survived so many difficulties, not to mention that as long as Bing Nandong received proper treatment, his cultivation and injuries could obviously be restored. Why did he think about death all day long?
Bing Nandong, who had been silent the whole time, struggled violently, like a balloon that had been punctured by a needle. He was so irritated by Fan Zhiyi's actions and words that he just wanted to vent all his resentment and die with him: "You know nothing, what gives you the right to say such self-righteous things!"
"Did you give me a chance to know?"
"You are all the same, why are you saying these high-sounding words!" Bing Nandong grabbed the bed sheet under him and was pressed on the bed by Fan Zhiyi, unable to move. For a moment, anger filled his brain and even shame was temporarily forgotten.
"I'll help you. I said I would help you."
“…”
It was not known which side calmed down first. Bing Nandong stopped struggling, Fan Zhiyi's anger subsided, and his mind became a little clearer. Then he looked at the three red palm prints on Bing Nandong's snow-white skin, which made him look particularly pitiful.
"..." Fan Zhiyi felt that he seemed to have gone too far. The boy was no longer a child, and he still beat him like this.
Bing Nandong's whole body was still trembling, his clothes were disheveled, and he didn't know whether it was out of shame or anger, but he kept his head down and never raised it, and the exposed back of his neck and the tips of his ears were also flushed.
Fan Zhiyi felt extremely guilty. He was impulsive. How could he do such a thing?
He turned around and waved his hand to let the quilt cover Bing Nandong's body, then turned off the light. He was too embarrassed to help Bing Nandong pull his pants back up.
It's embarrassing, really embarrassing, my toes are dipping into the ground. It turns out that AI cannot replace humans, because humans can go crazy sometimes.
Fan Zhiyi thought about this and was the first to break the silence: "Well, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." Then he thought of something and raised his voice, "Don't be upset. It's all my fault. You can take it out on me!"
"Get out." In the dark room, Bing Nandong's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but because he was a cultivator, all of Fan Zhiyi's senses were enhanced, so every word of Bing Nandong's voice and words entered his ears without missing a word.
Fan Zhiyi knew that he had gone too far, so he quietly retreated to the door. But before leaving, he gave her another warning: "I'm really sorry. You should have a good rest. Don't let your mind wander!"
"Get out!" This time the voice was much stronger.
Fan Zhiyi didn't stay to provoke Bing Nandong anymore and closed the door.
As soon as he went out, Bing Nandong's room was surrounded by spiritual power. Although it was easy for Fan Zhiyi to break the barrier, he knew that Bing Nandong was very sad and so sad that he became autistic, so he just let him be. He simply sat on the chair outside Bing Nandong's room and kept an eye on his movements all the time, for fear that Bing Nandong would really get a flushed forehead and act impulsively. Otherwise, Fan Zhiyi would really spend the rest of his life in self-blame.
Fan Zhiyi sighed. Cen Jun, who was hiding behind the wall, poked his head out and looked at him. Fan Zhiyi didn't look up and called out, "Come here."
Cen Jun knew these words were directed at him, so he rushed over hastily, his face full of worry: "Master, I didn't mean to hide here and peek, I just..."
"Master knows that you are worried about your senior brother. Don't you have classes at the academy tomorrow? Go and rest first. Master will be here to keep an eye on you."
"Master, can I stay with you?" Cen Jun asked cautiously.
Fan Zhiyi thought about it and estimated that Cen Jun would not be able to sleep if he went back to sleep alone, so he simply agreed.
The two frustrated men sat together on a porch chair, watching the snow fall. For a moment, no one spoke, only the rustling sound of falling snow, which grew louder and louder until soon a thick layer covered the courtyard. If the snow continued to fall this heavily overnight, it would probably have completely submerged the three steps leading to the porch by tomorrow morning, sinking into the solid snow wherever they stepped.
Fan Zhiyi felt a little bored, but he didn't dare to sleep, so he just stared at the plum tree in the yard in a daze, or played with his fingers.
Suddenly, Cen Jun stood up, which scared Fan Zhiyi. When he looked up, he saw that Cen Jun had run into the snow and was squatting on the ground, not knowing what he was doing.
Fan Zhiyi looked at him curiously. Not long after, Cen Jun ran up to Fan Zhiyi with a snowman and held it up. "This snowman is for Master. Please don't be angry with Senior Brother, okay?"
Fan Zhiyi reached out to take it. The snowman was made very roughly and felt cold to the touch. The coldness made Fan Zhiyi suddenly sober up a lot.
He saw that Cen Jun's hands were red from the cold, so he stretched out his hand and covered Cen Jun's palms, using his spiritual power to drive away the cold: "Aren't you cold?"
"It's not cold. Luckily the snowman didn't melt." Cen Jun said with a smile, "Master, accepting the snowman means you agree."
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