Bing Nandong tried to resist again: "I can also tell fortunes and sell talismans."
"You are trying to steal other people's business here. That's not moral at all," Fan Zhiyi retorted.
Although he was socially anxious, his long career had forced him to be less so. At least when it came to making money, Fan Zhiyi was still very hardworking. If he was going to pretend, he had to pretend completely. Besides, he wasn't Fan Zhiyi anymore. He was a weak and pitiful widower. Cen Jun helped him kneel down and put the card in front of him. "There's a change of plan, Cen Jun. Just cry with me later."
Fan Zhiyi thought for a while, thought about his sad things, opened his mouth, but before he could cry out loud, he heard Cen Jun next to him burst into tears, which scared Fan Zhiyi.
No, the protagonist, isn’t the play so good?
Cen Jun sobbed, and it was so heartbreaking and moving to tears for anyone who heard it. His crying was truly heartfelt.
Fan Zhiyi felt that he could not fall behind, and began to cry with his face covered: "My Taoist partner was killed in a murderous manner, leaving me and my poor deaf brother alone and helpless... I beg kind people to help me collect enough spirit stones to bring my brother home." Fan Zhiyi hummed a few words softly, unable to cry, and even wanted to laugh. He secretly cursed himself for being so unprofessional.
Bing Nandong's face turned dark. He took a few deep breaths and moved a few steps to the side.
The commotion of Fan Zhiyi and the others really attracted a lot of people, mainly because Fan Zhiyi, Cen Jun and Bing Nandong all looked good. Moreover, Cen Jun cried so miserably, Fan Zhiyi howled so vigorously, and Bing Nandong... had a tense face. This combination was really eye-catching.
A little girl walked up to Bing Nandong and looked at the badge on his chest, then greeted the little sisters. Then they each stuffed a spirit stone into Bing Nandong's hand and comforted him that it was okay that he couldn't see it. Fan Zhiyi listened from the side and sighed that girls are really angels.
Some male monks came over, looked at Bing Nandong, sighed, gave him a spirit stone, and hugged him: "Brother, although I am not doing well, but this is life, you must persevere!" After saying that, he patted him on the back.
Bing Nandong: "..." His silence was deafening.
At this moment, a loud shout came from the crowd: "It's really you!" This was said to Bing Nandong, the voice was so loud that everyone looked over.
Fan Zhiyi was surprised to hear Cen Jun crying, "Master Zhuang, why are you here?"
"Mr. Cen, what are you doing?" It was another person's voice.
"I...I..." Cen Jun was stuck.
The scene was a bit chaotic for a moment, but who was Fan Zhiyi? He had to play the whole show. He wiped away his tears softly and said, "Thank you all for your kindness. I think I just met a good friend. Goodbye." He was about to slip away, but he signaled Cen Jun to pack up the spirit stones and equipment and support him. Then he chased after Bing Nandong, who had already run away in anger: "Wait, wait a minute!"
Bing Nandong ran very fast, even stepping over the roofs with one light skill and ran away.
Fan Zhiyi sighed and paused, then heard the loud voice next to him shout, "Cen Jun, He An, that was him just now, it was definitely him! I'd recognize him even if he turned into ash!"
Cen Jun was a little worried: "Master, Senior Brother..."
"I'll go find him." Fan Zhiyi said, "You go find a teahouse nearby and sit down. I'll come look for you after I find your senior brother." Fan Zhiyi tore off the white cloth from his eyes and flew to follow the route that Bing Nandong escaped.
Bing Nandong ran really fast, disappearing in a matter of seconds. However, Fan Zhiyi could easily find him with just his mind. He followed the red dot in his mind and followed it all the way to a deserted alley. Fan Zhiyi stepped down from the roof and was looking for Bing Nandong when he heard his voice from behind: "I'm here."
Bing Nandong stood in a small corner, and Fan Zhiyi felt that he was about to become autistic.
"Um...are you okay?" Fan Zhiyi asked.
"It couldn't be better." Bing Nandong almost gritted his teeth.
"Don't run around when you encounter this kind of situation in the future, understand? It's very troublesome to find someone. Your master isn't panicking, so why should you be panicking?" Fan Zhiyi taught him. If he didn't have the system's golden finger bonus, it would take at least a lot of effort just to find Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong raised his eyes and looked at him: "I don't plan to run away. I will come back later."
Fan Zhiyi was stumped by his words. "Anyway, it's not allowed. You're already a grown-up, don't be so willful. Who are they? Why did you run away the moment you saw them?" Fan Zhiyi recalled the tone of the two people just now and guessed, "Enemy?"
Oh no, he left Cen Jun alone there. Will anything happen to the protagonist?
"Not really." Bing Nandong said, "I don't want to see them."
"Okay, then let's not meet them." Fan Zhiyi still respected Bing Nandong's opinion. He didn't know those two people anyway. "Let's go pick up Mr. Cen first and then get on with our journey."
Bing Nandong glanced at him, his eyes full of resentment, and his untidy hair and lip color made him look so pitiful: "I don't want to do this...this kind of thing anymore." He raised the sign in his hand, and then crushed it in front of Fan Zhiyi to show his determination.
"Okay, okay." Fan Zhiyi coaxed, "We've wronged Nan Dong today. Next time, let's try this: we can change the excuse. You can just lie there covered with a white sheet from head to toe. You don't have to show up in public."
Bing Nandong frowned: "...Why are you so obsessed with this?"
"Because I can chat with cute girls and earn spirit stones quickly."
Bing Nandong: "..." He threw the few spirit stones in his pocket into Fan Zhiyi's arms and left with a lot of anger.
Why is he angry again? Fan Zhiyi shook his head, really not understanding Bing Nandong. He immediately chased after him: "Master, I am not an evil capitalist. These are the spirit stones you earned. Just keep them for yourself."
"No, I'll give it all to you."
…
When Fan Zhiyi was taking Bing Nandong back, he heard someone calling him from above while he was still on the street: "Senior Brother and Master, I'm here!" He looked up and saw Cen Jun in a private room on the second floor, half of his body leaning out, waving desperately at them. Fan Zhiyi raised his hand and waved casually, indicating that he understood.
The next second, he saw Cen Jun being pushed away. In the blink of an eye, a young man with a baby face, dressed in gold and silver, squeezed over and pointed at them with a frown: "Bing..." His voice was very loud, but he had just said one word when another young man behind him quickly covered his mouth. Fan Zhiyi saw him smile apologetically at him, and then pulled the furious baby-faced young man away from the window.
Fan Zhiyi guessed that these should be the two people just now.
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