Fan Zhiyi closed the window and the room became dark. Except for the light that happened to come in through the gaps in the window and fell on a few scattered places, the whole room showed a faint sense of desolation.
Bing Nandong faced Fan Zhiyi, his expression unclear: "Master, you might as well just give me away."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Bing Nandong looked up at Fan Zhiyi with resentment in his eyes.
This time, Fan Zhiyi didn't avoid him, but stared back at him expressionlessly. There were only a few steps between them, yet it felt like a thousand mountains and rivers separated them. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't be together.
Before Bai Bai's return, Fan Zhiyi had been slowly accepting Bing Nandong. But as soon as Bai Bai returned, he pushed Bing Nandong away, even occasionally acting extra cold. From Fan Zhiyi's perspective, he had no choice, but from Bing Nandong's perspective, it felt like he was playing a trick on him. For Bing Nandong, in his current situation, this was truly cruel, like depriving a dying man of his last hope.
"Nonsense?" Bing Nandong sneered, "Which does Master hate more, nonsense or lies?"
Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips, wanting to talk about something else, or say something pleasant and relaxing, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he had nothing to say.
Silence, dead silence filled the entire room.
Bing Nandong lay back on the bed. Fan Zhiyi looked at him and sighed inwardly for no reason: "I'm going out for a while, so don't go out."
In order not to attract other people's attention, Fan Zhiyi did not set up a barrier. It was almost nightfall, and at this time of year, everyone was busy with their own things and not many people would pay attention to each other.
Fan Zhiyi put on his mask again and moved among the crowd.
Since the system refused to help, Fan Zhiyi could only rely on himself. He had to find out the nearest search and change of shifts and the route out of the city before the city's curfew.
"Bai Bai, what exactly is the correct time point you mentioned? What were Bing Nandong and Cen Jun like at that time?" Fan Zhiyi tried to squeeze out more useful information from this unreliable system.
“…”
"You bastard system, I know you're here! If you can play missing, you can speak!" Fan Zhiyi said, "Do you believe I'll complain about you when I get the chance?"
"Host, you will know when you go there." Bai Bai's cold mechanical voice replied.
Tsk, that's really an answer that doesn't make any real sense.
Fan Zhiyi quickly scanned his surroundings, thinking to himself, "The Dog System is definitely hiding something from him. Fan Zhiyi had a vague feeling it was something serious."
After exploring the city, Fan Zhiyi wanted to leave, but the guards were too strict. He didn't know if they had discovered the route Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong and Jin Wu took to meet up, or what. Several groups of people from different sects came to the city, and the cultivators guarding the exit were all very powerful. If they fought together, it would probably be a tough battle.
Even though Fan Zhiyi had an idea, the other party not only had more people but also was well prepared. Fan Zhiyi was not sure he could escape with Bing Nandong safely.
Being injured was too painful, and Fan Zhiyi, who was fine, didn't want to suffer any more. Avoiding combat was naturally the best option. Furthermore, if Bing Nandong's poison and demonic energy were to unleash during the fight, then according to the novel's setting, Bing Nandong would likely become the target of public criticism, with no room for maneuver. Unlike himself, who could immediately escape and find a new identity, Bing Nandong would have to live on in this world for a very, very long time, so long that Fan Zhiyi might even encounter him again.
If we could meet again... meet again... Fan Zhiyi calmed his unstable mood and suddenly found that the crowd began to flow in the same direction as if they had made an appointment.
Fan Zhiyi had a bad feeling in his heart, and then Bai Bai said in his mind: "Something happened to Bing Nandong."
Those words were like a switch. Fan Zhiyi instantly lost all focus, his mind filled with the words, "Bing Nandong is in trouble." He leaped onto the rooftop, his figure a mere white afterimage. Mu Li had already vanished into the wind, revealing Fan Zhiyi's now terrifying face. Amidst the screams and astonishment of the crowd, Fan Zhiyi had already vanished.
When he arrived, he saw that their temporary residence had been destroyed by the fight and was completely unrecognizable.
Where's Bingnandong? Where's Bingnandong? Where's Bingnandong?
Fan Zhiyi pressed hard on his wound, using the pain to calm himself, then searched in his mind for Bing Nandong's whereabouts. As the saying goes, concern can lead to confusion. If Fan Zhiyi had used his mind when Bai Bai told him, he might have found Bing Nandong long ago. What a fool he was.
However, he was obviously very careful every time he went out, so why did these people still find him and even come to his door?
"The plot is irreversible, host, stop doing meaningless things." Bai Bai advised, "As a system, we have the right to force the host to leave."
"If you can't speak, don't bother me. I'm already annoyed." Fan Zhiyi didn't want to pay attention to this broken system, and it dared to threaten him.
Fan Zhiyi really believed that Bai Bai had this ability, but if that was the case, even if he returned to the right time, Fan Zhiyi would definitely get angry with Bai Bai and start slacking off. It was probably because of this, or perhaps Bai Bai had other considerations, that he let Fan Zhiyi go until now.
Fan Zhiyi's appearance attracted the attention of those monks, but he easily got rid of them.
The sky gradually darkened, and Fan Zhiyi silently prayed that Bing Nandong would hold on until he arrived. Just like that, he came to a lonely and messy alley, surrounded by piles of debris. In the darkness, it looked very unsafe.
A thought revealed that Bing Nandong was inside, and Fan Zhiyi cautiously and tentatively walked into the alley.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly felt someone behind him. Fan Zhiyi was about to throw an elbow, but he was restrained and stopped in mid-air: "Bing Nandong?"
The man pulled him and then they hid in the corner together.
In the narrow space, Fan Zhiyi's back was pressed tightly against Bing Nandong's chest. Fan Zhiyi smelled a hint of blood and frowned: "Are you injured?"
Bing Nandong didn't say anything, but just gently rested his forehead on the back of Fan Zhiyi's head and hugged him. At this time, Bing Nandong's hot breath enveloped Fan Zhiyi, almost igniting the cool night.
Fan Zhiyi subconsciously placed his hand on the back of Bing Nandong's hand and transmitted his spiritual power: "Bing Nandong, are you okay? Is this a ghost attack?"
"I wasn't discovered by them." Bing Nandong murmured, then hugged Fan Zhiyi more tightly.
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