He once hated Fan Zhiyi.
It was hard to say when, but no matter how much he hated him, he still missed him. It wasn't that he completely believed what Tianyunmen said, but he was just desperate. Once a person is desperate, all kinds of dark thoughts will arise.
Bing Nandong's men put in some effort, and even now, he had no reason to hate him, but he could not tell which of his thoughts was the most real.
Since you are in another world, why did you come here? For the protagonist you mentioned? Come to think of it, I was also like this before. I was obviously such a coward who cherished my life and feared death, but for Cen Jun, I could disregard my life.
Bing Nandong smiled somewhat mockingly and covered Fan Zhiyi with the quilt: "Master, sweet dreams."
He returned to his room and had just untied the sword from his back when he heard movement on the roof.
Bing Nandong calmly placed his sword on the table and began to take off his outer robe. Then, a person quickly slid in through his open window. Bing Nandong struck the person with a palm, then slightly widened his eyes, this time with genuine surprise: "Master?"
But it was too late to retract the move, and Fan Zhiyi did not dodge, so even though Bing Nandong was quick to pull him up, Fan Zhiyi was still affected by the spiritual power of the move.
Bing Nandong was extremely nervous: "How is it? Does it hurt? Let me see?"
As he spoke, he started to strip Fan Zhiyi's clothes, and then he saw that the area near his heart was getting red. In an instant, the strings in his mind tightened, and he no longer cared about anything else and immediately used his spiritual power to explore. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he found that there was nothing abnormal. He frowned and taught him a lesson: "Why didn't you hide? Could it be that you would be like this when you really meet the enemy..." At the end, he suddenly realized that the other party was now an Immortal Lord, and he was his disciple.
Bing Nandong gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word. He looked at Fan Zhiyi. When Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong looking at him, he smiled at Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong frowned again, "Master, are you still... drunk?" Seeing Fan Zhiyi just smiling at him without saying anything, Bing Nandong pressed his temples with a headache, "What nonsense am I asking?"
"Shall I take you home?" Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi and realized that he had just opened Fan Zhiyi's clothes and they were still loosely draped over his shoulders. In his eyes, which had recovered a lot, he could already see the protrusion of the collarbone and the snow-white chest, and the red mark reminded him of red plum blossoms in the snow.
Bing Nandong's ears flushed red as if he had been electrocuted, and then he quickly wrapped the person up.
Perhaps because he was too nervous to notice the injury, Fan Zhiyi blinked and finally said the first word: "It hurts."
Bing Nandong opened his mouth, then pursed his lips and finally said, "I'll help you apply the medicine."
So the clothes that had been put on were finally undone again. Bing Nandong tried to move as gently as possible, but he still noticed Fan Zhiyi's tense body and clenched fists. He couldn't help but soften his voice: "Does it still hurt?"
Fan Zhiyi nodded.
"Hold on!" Bing Nandong said, "Who told you not to hide?"
"You, don't hide." Fan Zhiyi said.
Bing Nandong remained silent, then regained his normal expression: "Master, why did you break into your disciple's room in this way so late at night?" Could it be that he was pretending to be drunk, so that this person knew everything I asked him and pinched him before?
Fan Zhiyi didn't say anything, just stared at Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong pretended to be fierce to scare him: "Master, can't you tell me, or don't want to tell me?"
Fan Zhiyi just stared at him blankly. Bing Nandong turned his head and looked out the window speechlessly. He thought he was really boring and childish. Then he went to close the window. Those surveillance people were particularly annoying.
"Master, please go back to your room. This room is small and the bed is small. It can only accommodate one person."
"Scared." Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong miserably, and then illogically recounted the horrific scenes he had seen related to the statue, exaggerating them and expressing his desire not to sleep alone.
As he was talking, Fan Zhiyi began to tell a ghost story: "Do you know the saying about good friends back to back? It's about a person who received a phone call at night, and all he could hear was a woman crying on the other end. He thought it was a prank and hung up. But the next night the call came again, and again there was only the sound of a woman crying. On the third night, the person couldn't stand it anymore and pulled out the SIM card. But he still received a call, but this time there was no crying. Instead, a woman said sinisterly, "Look behind your quilt..." The person pulled back the quilt and found that there was a corpse hidden in the quilt that she had folded against the wall because she was too hot and had never covered herself. She and the corpse had slept back to back for two nights!"
Fan Zhiyi was gesturing with his hands while he was talking. Bing Nandong sat on a chair, poured a cup of tea and watched Fan Zhiyi's performance. He really couldn't tell whether this man was drunk or not. Wasn't he talking very little just now? Why did he talk so much when talking about ghost stories? What's wrong with him?
Bing Nandong put down the cup heavily: "What's the call?"
Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong: "..."
"Are you sober?" Bing Nandong asked when he saw him like this.
Fan Zhiyi was a little conscious, but he was dizzy. He didn't know what he was doing and was very scared to be alone. If I had to describe his current state, he was dizzy but also very excited, so excited that he wanted to turn into a monkey and run around without restraint.
We usually refer to this situation as being drunk.
After thinking it over again and again, he shook his head sincerely. Bing Nandong handed him the cold water he had poured for him and watched him drink it obediently in small sips before saying, "Fan Zhiyi, if you're scared, you can go to Xiaobao's place. Didn't you say he was the protagonist in the storybook? Why did you come to me?"
Fan Zhiyi looked up at him: "Hmm?"
Bing Nandong raised a smile and said, "Fan Zhiyi, why did you come to see me? And you are now at a very high level of cultivation. None of us can match you."
He looked at Fan Zhiyi's dull expression, as if his computer had frozen.
With Fan Zhiyi's current brain, he still hasn't realized what's different about the way Bing Nandong addressed him just now.
Yes, why did you come here to find Bing Nandong? Fan Zhiyi fell into deep thought. This is a good question.
"I'm afraid of ghosts." Fan Zhiyi said very sincerely.
"So what should we do next?" Bing Nandong leaned close to him, almost speaking maliciously, "Based on the mission in that village and Master's description, it seems the ghost in the village is incredibly powerful. It's dressed in red, has loose hair, and has a pair of eyes with no whites, following Master around like a shadow. It'll stick close to Master's back and eat him when he's not paying attention. Or, it might hide under Master's bed, wait for him to fall asleep, then slowly crawl up from under the bed and skin him to pieces. If Master is afraid of ghosts, he'll probably be taken advantage of and terrified."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
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