Could it be that he had traveled through time once before, or even more times? That didn't make sense. If that were the case, why didn't Bai Bai tell him? And from the very beginning of his interaction with Bai Bai's system, it was clear that Bai Bai had just met him and even introduced himself to him. Could it be that he had been guided by another system before?
Sigh. Fan Zhiyi sighed, feeling like his brain cells were dying. The long time spent in the village made him fall asleep in a half-awake state.
He slept uneasily, with reality and the world of immortal cultivation alternating in Fan Zhiyi's mind. He dreamed that Maomao died and the little stray dog also died.
He was drifting around in a small boat with nowhere to anchor. When the boat hit the shore, he saw Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong had his back to him, holding another person in his arms. The person looked up at him. It was the face of Brother Cen Jun. He called his name: "Fan Zhiyi."
Then the face kept changing, turning into the face that the system had created for Fan Zhiyi, and then changing into the face of Fan Zhiyi in the real world.
Fan Zhiyi woke up suddenly, his pupils were still a little dilated, and he had not yet recovered. Then he moved his eyes slightly and subconsciously looked towards Bing Nandong, and was frightened again and screamed and stood up.
Fan Zhiyi cried out in pain as he felt pain in his hands and chest. He was about to fall back onto the bed because of his slipping hand, but Bing Nandong quickly supported his back and slowly put him back on the bed. "Why are you so startled so early in the morning?"
How dare you say that to me? "Why are you sitting by my bed so early in the morning, looking at me with such resentful eyes?" Like a vengeful ghost seeking revenge.
Bing Nandong pursed his lips, as if a little apologetic for causing Fan Zhiyi to be like this: "You were crying all night, and I stayed with you, and you felt better."
Fan Zhiyi's face flushed: "You sat by my bed all night?"
"Not really. I woke up in the middle of the night." Bing Nandong answered casually. He gently touched Fan Zhiyi's hand and said, "I rebandaged yours. Who bandaged it? It's so ugly."
Fan Zhiyi lifted it up and took a look. It was indeed much simpler, not as exaggerated as the one Cen Junbao had bandaged yesterday.
Then Fan Zhiyi thought of something urgent. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Bing Nandong: "Are you okay? Do you feel anything wrong inside your body?"
Bing Nandong shook his head and looked at Fan Zhiyi with a serious gaze. His silence was worth more than a thousand words.
Bing Nandong has a pair of very expressive eyes. He looked at Fan Zhiyi with deep affection hidden in his eyes, and only some sadness mixed with bitterness could not be concealed and showed through.
Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to look him in the eye and quickly looked away: "I'm a little hungry."
"You're fasting."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He started to act like a rogue, "I'm just hungry."
Bing Nandong seemed a little helpless: "What do you want to eat?"
"Whatever you want, I'll eat whatever's available. I'm not picky." Fan Zhiyi smiled.
"You can still smile." Bing Nandong raised the corners of his mouth slightly. That smile did not make people feel happy, but rather the kind of smile that was made by extreme anger. "Look, you insisted on saving me and made yourself like this. It's not worth it at all."
What Bingnandong was talking about was naturally what happened in the village.
Fine, fine, mentioning this, Fan Zhiyi also became furious. Before he could vent his anger, the door was pushed open with a bang, and Cen Jun rushed in: "Master, what's wrong with you? I heard your screams."
Cen Jun saw his master and senior brother looking at him at the same time. With his master and senior brother so close to each other, he felt that the atmosphere between them was a little strange. So when neither of them spoke, Cen Jun asked weakly, "Master, did you press on the wound?"
Fan Zhiyi cleared his throat tactically, then glared at Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong helped him up and leaned him against the head of the bed. He also considerately moved Fan Zhiyi's pillow so that he could rest it behind his waist.
Fan Zhiyi said: "Well, the wound hurts a little again."
"Senior Brother has already changed the medicine for Master. When I came in earlier, Senior Brother told me not to disturb you, so Senior Brother took care of the dressing change all by himself." Cen Jun scratched his head, feeling a little guilty. "I'm sorry, Master. If I had practiced harder every day, you and Senior Brother wouldn't be injured so badly."
Before Fan Zhiyi could say anything, Bing Nandong smiled and said, "You've done very well, Mr. Cen. More haste makes waste. Just practice step by step."
Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong in surprise. Such considerate words actually came from Bing Nandong's mouth. Was he possessed or was he upset by something? He was irritating him just now, but now he acted like a good senior brother?
Cen Jun was naturally stunned on the spot, but he was overwhelmed by the huge joy and couldn't recover. This was the first time his senior brother praised him and said such words to him!
Fan Zhiyi felt that Cen Jun's eyes were shining when he looked at Bing Nandong, and he couldn't help but find it funny. This kid was so happy when Bing Nandong praised him.
Cen Jun smiled, appearing exceptionally optimistic and sunny, as if all the haze would eventually dissipate in his opinion: "I will work harder!"
"What are you guys yelling about so early in the morning? I heard it all at the door of the inn." Zhuang Yujing was supported by He An and stood outside the door with a limp. He glanced at Fan Zhiyi, then looked at Bing Nandong and raised his chin. "Are you awake?"
"Can't you see?" Bing Nandong opened his mouth without even looking at Zhuang Yujing.
Zhuang Yujing took a deep breath and said, "Come out, I have something to tell you."
"don't want."
Zhuang Yujing opened his mouth several times. Fan Zhiyi probably cursed Bing Nandong in his heart with all the dirty words he had ever used. Then, Zhuang Yujing stubbornly limped in and sat on the stool that He An had put in place for him. "Let's talk about something else first. I have a general understanding of the situation in the village. Thank you..." After thanking him several times, Zhuang Yujing said awkwardly, "For the Immortal Lord's rescue, this is a token of gratitude, not respect."
After saying that, He An took out a few brocade boxes and a whole bag of spirit stones and gave them to Cen Jun, asking him to keep them.
Fan Zhiyi's eyes almost popped out, and he instantly felt that Young Master Zhuang was simply handsome and extraordinary: "You're welcome."
"Then there is what the Immortal Lord said to He An and the others yesterday. He An told me this morning. Bing Nandong, do you know about it?" Zhuang Yujing asked.
Bing Nandong then looked at Fan Zhiyi: "What did Master say?"
Fan Zhiyi thought Bing Nandong was worried he'd reveal his absorption of ghost energy and ability to control ghosts, so he immediately retorted, "I just told you about my experiences there and how I almost became the Fusang God. Well, it's not really becoming, um... I almost became a part of him, similar to how you and Zhuang Yujing were at that time."
"It was just a momentary oversight on my part..." Zhuang Yujing argued.
Bing Nandong chuckled, "It's always carelessness. Zhuang Yujing, aren't you being too vigilant?"
"How dare you say that to me? Weren't you swallowed by that tree?"
Seeing that another quarrel was about to break out, Fan Zhiyi immediately repeated what he had seen from the perspective of Fuso God and his speculation about the man in black.
Bing Nandong laughed after hearing this: "Why do these things always like to complain to you and recreate scenes?"
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