Fan Zhiyi felt the hand against his face, which was strange, so he reached out to brush it away, but was hugged by Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong avoided his injuries and hugged him gently: "Master, just think of this as a disciple expressing his gratitude to you."
What kind of master and disciple hugs each other like this to express gratitude? Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but complain in his heart, but he finally lost his temper and didn't push the person away.
One second, two seconds passed... one minute, two minutes... Fan Zhiyi felt a little numb. He was sitting sideways on the bed, his waist twisted, his legs bent, not feeling comfortable at all. So he nodded at Bing Nandong: "Um, can you let go now?"
Bing Nandong pretended not to hear.
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
Then Fan Zhiyi felt something pressing on the wound on his neck, even through the gauze. Goose bumps instantly appeared all over his body. He thought Bing Nandong was going to get angry again and suck his blood. He no longer cared about anything else and shouted, pushing him away and retreating to the corner to curl up: "You, you, you...you are not conscious again?"
"No, I'm quite awake." Bing Nandong admired Fan Zhiyi's panicked expression. "Master, your neck is bandaged so tightly, can you still feel your disciple kiss you?"
"Are you...are you a pervert?"
"Pervert? I don't think I am." Bing Nandong smiled.
Fan Zhiyi was at his wit's end. He swore that he would never sympathize with this bastard at all. This guy didn't look sad at all, he was obviously very happy.
"Master, what happened between you and my brother?" Cen Jun knocked on the door, his voice sounding anxious. "Master, please remove the barrier at the door and let this disciple in!"
Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong, wary of him going crazy and doing something else. Bing Nandong moved away from the bed and went to open the door. Cen Jun rushed in anxiously and saw Fan Zhiyi huddled in the corner, looking pitiful, and Bing Nandong smiling harmlessly. "Brother, Master..."
Bing Nandong looked at the clear soup wontons on the tray that Cen Jun was holding: "Is this for Master?"
"Ah, yes, I'll bring it up right away, Senior Brother."
After Bing Nandong took it, Cen Jun ran downstairs again with a grunt. Bing Nandong closed the door and stirred the wontons in the bowl: "Master, your hands are not convenient, let me feed you."
This is an affirmative sentence, Fan Zhiyi has no choice at all.
Bing Nandong walked over step by step: "Master, why are you so far away? Are you... afraid of your disciple?" Bing Nandong seemed a little hurt, but Fan Zhiyi was no longer fooled by him. If he was fooled again, he would be a dog!
"Oh, well, then we can only wait for Junior Brother to come and feed Master."
Bing Nandong put the bowl of wontons on the table, then suddenly covered his chest with his hands and looked painful. His steps were unstable and he barely managed to hold on to the edge of the table to avoid falling. Some of the wonton soup spilled onto the table because of his movement, and also splashed onto the back of Bing Nandong's hand, burning his skin and making it turn red, which was particularly obvious.
Fan Zhiyi didn't even think twice, forgetting to put on his shoes. He immediately jumped off the bed and frantically supported him. "Bing Nandong, how are you? Is the poison taking effect, or is the evil spirit causing trouble again?"
Bing Nandong's pale lips, hidden by his hair, curled up into a subtle smile: "I don't know, I just feel very uncomfortable all of a sudden."
"I'll pass on my spiritual power to you."
Bing Nandong grabbed Fan Zhiyi's hand and said, "No need, Master. I can take some time to recover. If you allow me to feed you wontons, you should be well soon."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Get out! Pretend! Pretend!
Although he thought so, Fan Zhiyi sat down obediently with mixed feelings, watching Bing Nandong raise the spoon and blew on it at his mouth before passing it to him. He blew on it again with some annoyance before eating one.
"Did you just pretend?"
"No, I'm really feeling unwell." Bing Nandong scooped up another pill, "I'm just enduring it so as not to worry Master."
Fan Zhiyi really couldn't tell whether Bing Nandong was telling the truth or not: "If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. I have plenty of spiritual power as my teacher."
"Master is so awesome." Bing Nandong said lightly, then put another wonton to Fan Zhiyi's lips.
At this time, Cen Jun came back again: "Brother, let me feed Master, you should eat it while it's hot."
Bing Nandong refused to let go and stared at Fan Zhiyi, very unhappy at being interrupted.
Fan Zhiyi was afraid that Cen Jun might notice something at this critical moment, so he said, "Let's do as Cen Jun says."
The room was silent for a few seconds. Cen Jun looked at his senior brother and master who were in a stalemate with some confusion. He didn't dare to move. Then Bing Nandong chuckled and said, "Master is afraid of heat." Then he put down Fan Zhiyi's bowl and pushed it in front of Cen Jun.
After finishing a bowl of wontons in silence, Fan Zhiyi couldn't taste anything at all. The three of them gathered together and it was awkward no matter how they ate.
Fan Zhiyi happened to have something to tell them, which prevented him from digging his way out of the two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment. "I received a message from the Tianyun Sect earlier, saying we should return as soon as possible." As he spoke, Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong several times. He was afraid that Bing Nandong would be furious upon hearing the news from the Tianyun Sect, after all, he had finally escaped from the devil's lair. But strangely, Bing Nandong didn't react at all, remaining eerily calm.
Cen Jun, who knew nothing, said, "The mission is completed, it's time to go back."
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong. He didn't know if Bing Nandong was planning something, or whether he intended to tell Cen Jun about these things.
After waiting for a while, Bing Nandong still just kept his eyes down, as if he was thinking, or in a daze, as if the topic of discussion had nothing to do with him at all.
"Bing Nandong." Fan Zhiyi could only point at him, "Go ahead."
Bing Nandong looked up at Fan Zhiyi, then said to Cen Jun, "I'm poisoned."
"What?" Cen Jun was greatly shocked, and his expression was panicked for a moment. "What kind of poison was it? Was it given by Fusang God in the village? Has Master Jinwu seen it?"
"Calm down, Mr. Cen," Fan Zhiyi consoled him. "Listen to your senior brother."
"He who is under the leadership of the Tianyun Sect." Bing Nandong said calmly, "You need to take an antidote every month, otherwise you will live a life worse than death. Okay, I'm done."
It seems that Bing Nandong has no intention of telling Cen Jun about the Ghost Gate and the other sufferings he suffered. Bing Nandong has never been someone who would easily tell others about his suffering.
Cen Jun's eyes widened, clearly in disbelief at Bing Nandong's words. The Tianyun Sect he had in mind wasn't like this, and how could the Sect Leader... why would he do that to the eldest brother... what about that brother?
"Brother, what about the accident that happened between you and my brother? My brother..."
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips. He didn't want to jump to conclusions before he was completely sure. "Your brother's situation is still unclear."
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