Then Zhuang Yujing started telling Fan Zhiyi how great "Fan Zhiyi" was. Although most of it was nonsense, Fan Zhiyi felt that Zhuang Yujing just couldn't find the words to praise him, so he kept saying it. Then he started to talk about how good the relationship between Bing Nandong and "Fan Zhiyi" was. He kept saying "Fan Zhiyi" all the time, and Fan Zhiyi felt speechless and could only accept his fate as it was their names that were the same.
Just when he was forced to listen to Zhuang Yujing's nagging, Fan Zhiyi casually saw Bing Nandong coming back. He stood up as if he had seen a savior. Zhuang Yujing started to make a threatening gesture: "Don't run, I haven't finished yet!"
"Okay, okay, I won't leave." Fan Zhiyi sat down again, waiting for Bing Nandong to come over and sit back in his original seat.
Bing Nandong glanced at Zhuang Yujing and asked, "Are you drunk?"
"I'm not drunk!" Zhuang Yujing stared at Bing Nandong with resentment, his arms folded and his legs crossed. "Where's that guy named Lin?"
"Leave."
"Any news about Fan Zhiyi? What did you talk about? Who did they take you to see? Did they do anything to you?"
"Master Zhuang." Bing Nandong poured a glass of wine, "You talk too much."
Zhuang Yujing was furious when he heard this: "Who am I doing this for? Do you know how much effort I've put into you two?"
"for example."
Bing Nandong drank a glass of wine, and his indifferent tone successfully irritated Zhuang Yujing, who was already furious. Cen Jun was the first to step between them and asked anxiously, "Brother, do you have any news about my brother?"
"No." Bing Nandong said, "They can't find anyone either."
Like a deflated ball, Mr. Cen once again slaughtered everyone at the banquet, turning his grief and anger into appetite.
No one did not believe what Bing Nandong said, because in their opinion, Bing Nandong should want to find Fan Zhiyi just like them, or even more than them.
Zhuang Yujing tutted when he heard this. "Then we've come all the way here for nothing." He stared at Bing Nandong and said, "Let's have a drinking contest. This young master can hold his liquor quite well. He can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"
After a cup of tea.
“Drunk… drunk… drunk…” Zhuang Yujing sat obediently on the chair, holding the wine jug. His eyes flickered open and closed, as if he was about to fall asleep. Then he forced himself to look at Bing Nandong with a majestic voice, “Drink!”
Bing Nandong's expression remained normal. In reality, he hadn't drunk much at all. It was Zhuang Yujing who was just bragging about his alcohol tolerance. He was chugging away alone. Bing Nandong sighed and looked at He An. "Take your young master back to Jiuwanli tomorrow."
He An helped Zhuang Yujing up and said, "I only follow the young master's orders. What's more, given the young master's personality, even if we take him back, he will run away. It's better to help him accomplish what he wants. I will protect the young master and will defend Jiuwanli with my life!"
Hearing this, Bing Nandong just smiled and said: "You Jiuwanli are really the same brainless. I will say what I need to say. It's up to you."
He An frowned and was about to help Zhuang Yujing go back to rest when Bing Nandong suddenly said, "Protect him well."
The voice was so small that He An thought he was hallucinating. He turned around and looked at Bing Nandong: "You too, the young master will be very sad if you are gone."
"Nonsense!" Zhuang Yujing shouted, pointing his finger upwards. "I'm not sad at all. Now that Bing Nandong is gone, I'm number one in the world!"
"..." He An, who disagreed, silently took Zhuang Yujing's hand back.
Then Zhuang Yujing stared at Bing Nandong with drunken eyes: "Bing Nandong, let me tell you, a man must be single-minded, understand? You already have Fan Zhiyi..." Zhuang Yujing sniffed and looked like he was about to cry, "How can you still be so unclear with others..."
Bing Nandong: "..."
He was about to start cursing when Zhuang Yujing fainted after he finished speaking.
He An, Bing Nandong: "..."
Cen Jun, who was still busy eating, raised his eyes and blinked, looking at the scene, and finally asked, "What happened to Master Zhuang?"
He An: "I'll take the young master back to his room."
Bing Nandong had a headache, and then he turned to look at Fan Zhiyi: "Master, Mr. Cen, it's getting late, let's go to bed."
Cen Jun clapped his hands, ending the last battle, and touched his round belly. Being able to eat is a blessing, and he should eat more when it is time to eat more: "Okay, Senior Brother!"
Fan Zhiyi nodded silently twice, which made Bing Nandong look at him twice more. Why didn’t he say anything?
Everything was still normal, but Fan Zhiyi remained silent throughout the journey. Even Cen Jun noticed something was wrong and asked Bing Nandong, "Brother, what happened to Master?"
Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi noticed that Bing Nandong was looking at him and smiled at him friendly.
Bing Nandong: "...Maybe he's tired."
He arrived at Cen Jun's room first, followed by Fan Zhiyi's. Bing Nandong opened the door for him, watched Fan Zhiyi come in, said "good night", and then went back to his room. But he had just taken a step and turned around to look, and found that Fan Zhiyi came out and stood behind him again.
Bing Nandong asked tentatively, "Master?"
Fan Zhiyi just kept smiling at him. Bing Nandong took a step back, and Fan Zhiyi followed suit. Bing Nandong took two steps back, and Fan Zhiyi took two steps forward.
Bing Nandong: "..."
Bing Nandong approached him, bent down slightly, and smelled the smell of alcohol: "Master, did you drink too?" There must have been a strong smell of alcohol at the table, so Bing Nandong didn't notice this. In addition, Fan Zhiyi probably didn't drink much, so he could only smell it when he got closer.
Fan Zhiyi nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
Bing Nandong then asked, "How much did Master drink?"
Fan Zhiyi smiled and made a big circle with his arms.
Bing Nandong felt a dull pain on his forehead: "Master is drunk?"
Fan Zhiyi smiled and nodded, Bing Nandong sighed. He had never seen the Immortal Lord drinking on the snowy mountain, and he didn't drink much anyway, so he didn't prepare any sobering pills. Now Bing Nandong was worried about going to Lin's to ask for sobering soup.
So he sent Fan Zhiyi back to his room and used his spiritual power to help him relieve the headache a little, so that at least he wouldn't have a headache when he woke up the next day.
Until Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and breathed evenly, Bing Nandong did not leave immediately. Instead, he stared at him and thought of those two sentences again.
The body is not a world in itself, and there is no time for it to be seen.
It didn't sound like a good thing. Bing Nandong couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently touched Fan Zhiyi's face.
Warm and soft.
"Why?" Bing Nandong asked suddenly, but undoubtedly no one could answer his question.
Bing Nandong's expression showed no emotion. His fingertips slid down and touched Fan Zhiyi's Adam's apple. Then he pinched Fan Zhiyi's neck and felt his pulse beating strongly in his palm.
He held the life of the Immortal Master in his hands.
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