Fan Zhiyi: “?” In his memory, he didn’t seem to have told Bing Nandong about his interests and hobbies, so Fan Zhiyi immediately thought that the person Bing Nandong was talking about was the “Fan Zhiyi” whom he couldn’t remember.
He couldn't remember, so he could only remain silent, but Bing Nandong seemed to be interested in talking, and even his tone was less confrontational: "I told him a legend in this woods. When it rains heavily in the woods at night, you will see hanged ghosts hanging on the branches if you look up. Master, what do you think a hanged ghost looks like?" Bing Nandong's voice was getting closer and closer, and suddenly it was close to Fan Zhiyi's neck. The sudden change in tone made people feel a chill.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but call him: "Bing Nandong."
Bing Nandong leaned back and said, "Yes." Then he took care of the end of the bandage and said, "Master, turn around and face me. I will change the medicine for other parts of your body."
"I'll do it myself."
Bingnan Dong did not respond, the meaning was self-evident.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't persuade him, and had no other choice, but it seemed that no matter where his gaze was fixed, it was inappropriate, so Fan Zhiyi lowered his head and looked at the floor, feeling very cramped and embarrassed.
Bing Nandong bandaged his chest, and his fingertips scratched Fan Zhiyi's skin intentionally or unintentionally, which made it a little itchy. Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to look at anyone, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes on his knees.
Bing Nandong said, "Master, please pull all your hair up."
"Oh, oh, okay."
Fan Zhiyi did as he was told, and then Bing Nandong moved closer to him, his warm breath spraying on Fan Zhiyi's neck.
Bing Nandong seemed completely unaware of how ambiguous their current position was. He carefully observed the bite wound on Fan Zhiyi's neck: "The wound here is much better."
"Really? Really? That's good, hahaha!" Fan Zhiyi could only laugh dryly, then raised his neck high, trying to stay as far away from Bing Nandong as possible.
Bing Nandong glanced at him, then looked away and bandaged Fan Zhiyi's neck and hands in a businesslike manner. "It's done."
Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to put on his clothes, but his hands were inconvenient, so he asked Bing Nandong to do it for him.
"Master's face is so red." Bing Nandong said calmly.
"It's a bit hot." Fan Zhiyi made up a story, and then the two of them stopped talking and sat in silence.
Fan Zhiyi was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe. His back was straightened, hoping that Cen Jun would come back soon to break the awkward silence.
After waiting for a while, Fan Zhiyi couldn't bear it any longer, so he took the initiative to ask, "Well, where are we going next? How long do you plan to stay in this dilapidated temple?"
"Let's set off tomorrow and split into two groups. I want to go to Jiuwanli first and let Cen Jun go directly to Jinwu. I will draw a map for him." Bing Nandong said with his eyes lowered.
Fan Zhiyi asked, "What about me?"
Bing Nandong raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes deep: "Master will naturally be with Mr. Cen."
"..." Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips and said nothing.
Going with Cen Jun was naturally the best choice. Cen Jun was the protagonist, so he should have been with him to facilitate his mission. Furthermore, given Bing Nandong's current condition, staying with him would be fraught with danger. Not only would he be caught at any time, but he could also be drained of his life by a sudden attack. It was simply not worth it no matter how you looked at it.
But... Fan Zhiyi felt inexplicably angry. Why did Bing Nandong make the decision for him? Why did he think that he would definitely abandon him? Couldn't the three of them be together?
Fan Zhiyi secretly looked at Bing Nandong and was stunned. He didn't expect that Bing Nandong had been staring at him. Those eyes reflected his appearance, and only reflected him, taking in all his expressions.
Bing Nandong explained, "Now that Tianyun Sect has issued a wanted order, the entire cultivation world is looking for me. It's too dangerous and conspicuous for three people to move alone. Master and Cen Jun together is the best solution at the moment. I'll go find Zhuang Yujing first, and then come find you."
Liar.
Fan Zhiyi thought, for some reason he was certain that if they broke up this time, he would never find Bing Nandong again. Bing Nandong would hide, hide alone, and bear everything by himself.
Fan Zhiyi's nose felt a little sour, and he replied, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Bing Nandong nodded, turned his head expressionlessly and stared at the door.
It was clearly your suggestion, why are you so upset? Fan Zhiyi looked down at his hands. He was actually very forgetful. He had forgotten how much these wounds had tortured him in the beginning, how painful they were. He was a person who had a short memory and was a bit overconfident, acting faster than his brain... If he were to talk about his shortcomings, Fan Zhiyi could give a lot of examples, but he couldn't find any strengths. He didn't know what that "Fan Zhiyi" had experienced with Bing Nandong to make Bing Nandong like him so much.
Until nightfall, Bing Nandong returned to his normal state, taking good care of them, but basically not talking to them. As soon as it got dark, he found a place to lie down on his side and sleep.
Fan Zhiyi secretly observed Cen Jun and saw that he seemed to be asleep. Then he stood up and walked over to half-knelt beside Bing Nandong, using his spiritual power to enter Bing Nandong's body to detect Bing Nandong's condition.
As usual, or even worse.
Fan Zhiyi tried to use that set of skills to help Bing Nandong relieve the pain, but as soon as he made a move, Bing Nandong opened his eyes alertly and grabbed his hand to stop him. His eyes, like dark ink, stared at Fan Zhiyi motionlessly: "Master, please don't do these useless things. Ghost energy is definitely harmful to cultivators, even if you absorb a small amount."
After finishing speaking, Bing Nandong stood up directly. Fan Zhiyi asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'll be standing guard at the door, Master, you guys go to sleep."
"I……"
"Go to sleep." Bing Nandong went straight to the door and sat down, leaving only his back to Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi really didn't know what to do. He sighed and felt that everything seemed depressing and quiet, like the cloudy day before a rainstorm, making people feel inexplicably breathless.
The next morning, Fan Zhiyi was awakened by crying sounds at the door. He immediately sat up and rubbed his eyes to make himself more awake. When he went out, he found Cen Jun and Bing Nandong standing there.
A thick fog rose in the woods that morning, making the air slightly damp. The sun, which hadn't yet fully risen in the distance, was submerged in the mist, with only a faint circle of sunlight struggling to peek through. The faint sound of birdsong could be heard in the forest, but no birds were visible, which made one feel uneasy.
Cen Jun knelt in front of Bing Nandong, his face wrinkled with tears, and he felt like he was about to suffocate. Big tears fell down his cheeks: "Brother, I was wrong, please don't chase me away!" Cen Jun wiped the tears from his face with his hands, knelt down and took a few steps forward to approach Bing Nandong, holding his clothes, "Please, brother!"
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