Bing Nandong walked to the window and opened it to ventilate. His high-tied hair was slightly lifted up. From this angle, Fan Zhiyi could only see the boy's handsome profile and slightly drooping eyebrows, as if he was watching the people coming and going on the street.
Bing Nandong then slowed down his speech. "In Tianyun Sect, they are all regular disciples, and since you were..." He paused, not wanting to mention that relationship anymore, "you were accepted into Tianyun Sect, so you have been living as my study companion."
The meaning is that he is not a genuine disciple. Fan Zhiyi said: "Then these three people also had conflicts with me in the past?"
"Yes." Bing Nandong's expression showed no emotion. "My husband doesn't know, but Qin Shuan and Wu Bai often quarrel with you."
"fight?"
Bing Nandong stopped talking.
A question suddenly occurred to Fan Zhiyi. Bing Nandong knew so much about this, so what role did he play in it? Was he just standing by and watching the fire from the other side? So, did his original self believe he had been betrayed by his future Taoist partner and that was why he was planning to kill Bing Nandong?
Am I thinking too darkly? After spending a few days with him, I feel that Bing Nandong is not that kind of person.
No, no, no, you can only judge a person by their appearance, not their heart. And this is a novel. My life is at stake, so I have to think carefully.
At this point, Bing Nandong pursed his lips tightly, his fingertips tapping irregularly on the window frame. After a while, he continued, "In short, it's best not to let them know that you have lost your memory, and don't get close to them. Especially when the elders of Tianyun Sect arrive, you must be even more cautious."
Bing Nandong seemed to have thought of something again and looked a little conflicted. Then he said, "Forget it. I see that you have been doing things without thinking these days. It doesn't seem like you know how to deal with people at all. Let's take it one step at a time."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Thank you. If I hadn't dealt with He An when you were unconscious, we would have been abandoned long ago, and we wouldn't be recognized until we reached the base.
Bing Nandong turned his head to look at him: "But don't worry, I won't abandon you, and I will find a way to cancel the engagement. In short, whether you have real amnesia or fake it, there is no need to do anything unnecessary."
Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi muttered, "There's no need to go too fast." Otherwise, he knew nothing about this world, and it would be easy for him to fail if he flew alone.
"You can stay in this room. I'll have the food delivered to your room. Also, I'll take you for a walk later."
When food was mentioned, Fan Zhiyi perked up: "Can we order some food?"
"What do you think?"
"I think it's feasible."
What answered Fan Zhiyi was the sound of a door slamming mercilessly.
Fan Zhiyi went to the windowsill to look. It was very lively below, similar to the streets in the ancient town. The biggest difference was that the pedestrians here were wearing long skirts and robes, dressed like ancient people.
There are various shops on both sides, and the shouts of merchants can be heard one after another.
Xiaobao tugged at Fan Zhiyi's sleeve and looked at him. Fan Zhiyi then picked Xiaobao up so he could also observe the bustling scene on the street. "Xiaobao, do you want to see it too? Let me tell you, over there, there's a street like this too, but on both sides there are buildings so high they reach the sky, and the four-wheeled cars on the road are running incredibly fast."
Fan Zhiyi sighed. In this modern city, in just a few days, Fan Zhiyi missed it more than once. He missed his mobile phone, his novels, countless delicacies and his own little money.
But the only advantage of being here is that you don’t have to go to work. Aren’t you envious? He risked his life for it, and it’s so sad to talk about it.
Not long after, the food was served. Fan Zhiyi was dumbfounded when he saw the green dishes on the table.
So green, is Bing Nandong hinting at something? There's not even a single meat dish. Never mind, this is the first time I've had a hot meal in all these days.
Fan Zhiyi was almost in tears. Who else could be as miserable as him in their time travel?
After finishing his meal with Xiaobao, Fan Zhiyi waited obediently for Bingnandong to pick him up. Bingnandong went upstairs on time and took him for a stroll on the street. He bought a Qiankun bag and new clothes for him and Xiaobao, taught Fan Zhiyi how to use the spirit stones, and even generously gave Fan Zhiyi half of the spirit stones when they returned.
Fan Zhiyi watched Bing Nandong generously pour his spirit stones into his Qiankun bag. He poured out more than half of them, then left a sentence "Spend sparingly" and left.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt that Bing Nandong's back was shining, and he was so happy that he went back and counted the spirit stones one by one.
With the spirit stone in hand, Fan Zhiyi felt much more confident. He felt that the smile he had lost for many years had returned. He leaned on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief, saying boldly: "Xiaobao, brother will treat you to candied haws tomorrow!"
Fan Zhiyi took a comfortable hot bath with Xiaobao. Just as he put on his underwear and was drying his hair, he heard someone knocking on the door rudely.
When I opened it, I found it was the tall and thin guy.
The other party had a ferocious look on his face and lowered his voice: "I warn you, don't say anything you shouldn't say. The senior brothers won't believe it."
Report, this sentence has a logical error.
"If they don't believe it, you wouldn't have to come and warn me." Fan Zhiyi asked tentatively, "What happened in the haunted house, no, in the Xue residence..."
As he expected, he saw the other party's face quickly darken and murderous intent emerged in his eyes.
Very quietly, Fan Zhiyi heard him say, "It would be better if you died there."
Fan Zhiyi had a bad feeling, so he took a step back calmly and was about to close the door.
But just when it was almost done, the door was held open by the other party and could not be closed.
This man looked thin, but he was much stronger than Fan Zhiyi. Seeing the gap getting bigger and bigger, Fan Zhiyi shouted "Help" while holding the door tightly and pushing it out.
Damn it! How could he have known that this person would want to kill him after just a few words? Was he crazy, or was this world crazy? What the hell was he wearing? Why were there ghosts and people everywhere trying to kill him?
Did he choose this time to kill him because he relied on the fact that no one would help him, or because he had the support of someone behind him?
Fan Zhiyi turned his back and pressed his back against the door, pushing hard. He yelled at Xiaobao who was about to run over to help him, "Xiaobao, go hide! Hurry up, I can't hold on any longer! Bingnandong!"
The next second, Fan Zhiyi found that he could not make any sound. It was needless to say who had done this.
He only felt himself being pushed back, watching the light outside the house squeeze into the room little by little, while Xiaobao was still helping him beside him. He was so anxious that he was sweating, gritting his teeth, and forcing himself to exert force.
"Qin Shuan, why are you here?"
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