Fan Zhiyi's body is actually quite thin. He looks frail when he puts on clothes, but if he takes off his clothes, you can still see a thin layer of muscle.
It can be seen that the original body was also exercising hard, otherwise Fan Zhiyi would not have been able to run so vigorously during the battle royale in the haunted house.
He raised his hand, indicating that Bing Nandong's medicine was in his hand. However, the next second, he felt an icy touch on Fan Zhiyi's lower back, causing him to shiver and feel a brief sting.
Bing Nandong held down the restless Fan Zhiyi as if he knew what would happen, and the warmth of his palm passed through his skin.
The young man said in a loud voice: "This ointment of mine is much better than the one Jiuwanli gave you. You can throw away theirs."
Fan Zhiyi grimaced in pain: "Oh."
Although Bing Nandong looked bad-tempered, he applied the ointment gently. Apart from the initial pain caused by the ointment, there was no other feeling.
After applying the medicine, he put it into Fan Zhiyi's other hand and said, "Don't forget to apply it on the wound on your arm as well."
"Then what about the medicine you gave me yesterday?" Fan Zhiyi pointed to the pile on the ground.
"That one is for stopping bleeding, the other bottle is for covering up the smell of blood, and this one is for helping wounds heal." Bing Nandong rarely had the patience to calmly explain things to Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi nodded, moved closer to the fire, used the light to see more clearly, and applied medicine to the wounds on his front and arms.
After applying the medicine, Fan Zhiyi put on his clothes and looked over. Bing Nandong had leaned against a tree with his back to him, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.
Suddenly, his left leg was hugged tightly, pressing on Fan Zhiyi's sore thigh muscle. He groaned in pain and forced a smile at Xiaobao: "Xiaobao, be good. Brother's leg hurts. Don't hug me like this recently."
Xiaobao let go of his hand and looked at Fan Zhiyi with his bright eyes.
Fan Zhiyi really liked this child and reached out to wipe the cake crumbs from his mouth: "Xiaobao, let's go to bed too."
Fan Zhiyi covered Xiaobao with the outer robe that Bing Nandong had given them at night and told him the story of Little Red Riding Hood, which lulled him to sleep. He yawned and drifted off to sleep.
Not long after, it started to rain, first one or two drops, and then countless drops fell one after another.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes, and Xiaobao also woke up and rubbed his eyes.
Fan Zhiyi pulled up his outer robe to cover Xiaobao, then looked at Bing Nandong, only to see that he was shirtless and frantically pulling his clothes up and putting them on. He then looked at them with feigned calmness, "It's raining."
Maybe it was because of the fire, but Fan Zhiyi felt that his face was slightly red.
Bing Nandong came over and set up a barrier to shelter the three from the rain.
When reading novels, he was often amazed at the setting of this fantasy world of cultivation. Now, no matter how many times he witnessed the casting of spells and chanting of incantations, Fan Zhiyi would always exclaim "Wow" in admiration.
Seeing him like this, Bing Nandong's expression relaxed a lot, and a bit of youthful spirit appeared between his eyebrows.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but touch the transparent barrier. He could touch the entity and his hand could feel it clearly when passing through.
The rain was blocked outside, and the fire was soon put out. Darkness returned to the surroundings. Fan Zhiyi withdrew his rain-soaked hands and wiped them on his body.
Fortunately, he woke up in time and neither he nor Xiaobao got wet by the rain.
Bing Nandong said, "Let's go."
"Where are you going?"
"Look for a place to shelter from the rain. I remember there's an abandoned temple nearby."
"But isn't there a barrier? It's too dark now, and it's raining..." Fan Zhiyi suddenly paused. Could it be that this barrier relies on Bing Nandong's cultivation to sustain it? He remembered that the doctor said that one of Bing Nandong's symptoms was excessive consumption. "Okay, let's go."
Fan Zhiyi's sudden change of tone made Bing Nandong guess what he meant. He raised his chin and said disdainfully, "It's just a small barrier. It won't be a problem to hold it up for a year or two. I just don't want to hold it up for you all the time."
Okay.
Fan Zhiyi expressed his understanding and nodded in agreement, "That's true."
Who knew that Bing Nandong would be unhappy after hearing what he said, and Fan Zhiyi didn't know how he had offended him again.
Why does this guy like to get angry so much? Being angry too much is not good for your health.
Because Bing Nandong had a back injury and Fan Zhiyi's waist also hurt, Xiaobao had to walk with them by himself in the end.
The child was very well behaved and didn't complain. He just walked quietly holding Fan Zhiyi's hand.
Fan Zhiyi has no night vision. Even if his vision has adapted to the dark environment, he still can't see the road clearly. He can only follow Bing Nandong step by step.
Fortunately, Bing Nandong didn't walk fast, otherwise Fan Zhiyi didn't know how many times he would have fallen.
The sound of rain mixed with the rustling of leaves, and the forest, which seemed ordinary during the day, suddenly became extremely terrifying. The swaying treetops looked like monsters with bared fangs and claws, and the darkness ahead made people feel a sense of fear for no reason.
After an unknown amount of time, Fan Zhiyi looked around at the pitch-black surroundings and the airtight sky above him, and uttered a painful whine: "How long will it take us to get there?"
“Almost.”
"That's what you just said."
“…”
Fan Zhiyi had a bold guess: "Are we lost?"
"no."
Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt like he had a brain: "Since there is an abandoned temple nearby, why didn't we go directly to the abandoned temple just now?"
At this point, Bing Nandong perked up and stretched out his voice, "It's because someone was crying out in pain that his waist, legs, and body ached, and he couldn't walk anymore."
Fan Zhiyi: “…” Private Marseille.
Not knowing how long they would have to walk, Fan Zhiyi finally felt sorry for Xiaobao, so he endured the pain in his waist and slowly picked Xiaobao up.
"Brother, I can still walk by myself."
Fan Zhiyi smiled at Xiaobao: "It's okay, you can take a nap if you feel sleepy."
However, Fan Zhiyi seemed to be too confident in his arm strength. When his arms were really tired, Bing Nandong did not take him to find the abandoned temple.
Children all sleep well, which Fan Zhiyi had witnessed in the haunted inn.
Although Xiaobao said he was not sleepy and told Fan Zhiyi to put him down if he was tired, he fell asleep soon after.
Fan Zhiyi took a deep breath and asked, "How long will it take?"
“Almost.”
"Do you feel like you heard this a few minutes ago?"
Bing Nandong finally shifted his gaze to Fan Zhiyi, as if feeling guilty, and stretched out his hand: "Let me hold you."
Of course Fan Zhiyi couldn't refuse: "Okay, we'll swap when you can't hold her anymore."
Compared to last time, Bing Nandong was clearly much more skilled at holding the child this time. Fan Zhiyi carefully stretched his arms and sighed.
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