He brushed Fan Zhiyi's hair behind his ears, and brushed his fingertips across the scar on Fan Zhiyi's face, and the scar disappeared.
Bing Nandong fed Fan Zhiyi another pill, an antidote to the poison. He opened Fan Zhiyi's palm and removed the gauze wrapped around it. Looking at the horrific wounds exposed to the flesh, his heart ached again.
All of this is thanks to him, damn it.
Why didn’t you recognize it at first?
How could I not recognize him? His words and actions were so similar, and his foolish selflessness was something few in the world of immortal cultivation could achieve.
It started to rain again, with thunder and lightning. Outside the house, in the light and darkness, a shadow could be vaguely seen on the floor at the door, hesitating to come in but afraid of something.
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi without even raising his eyes: "You dare to come again knowing that I am here? Do you really think I have a good temper?"
The shadow didn't move. Bing Nandong didn't know what he was thinking. He finally looked up at the other person and pressed Fan Zhiyi into his arms. His tone was calm but gloomy, and his eyes were dancing with madness: "He is mine."
Hearing this, the black shadow moved forward a little unwillingly. Immediately, the sword was unsheathed and inserted into his shadow fiercely. The black shadow actually made a sharp and mocking sound like sawing wood, and quickly abandoned most of the black shadow and fled.
Bing Nandong saw this with only mockery in his eyes. These ghosts always kept getting more and more aggressive. They had already lost the ability to transform by the lake, but now they dared to follow him to his door.
After dealing with this little incident, Bing Nandong gently placed his palm against Fan Zhiyi's. His expression softened a little, and he thought, "It's still the same as before. I always attract these things easily."
Fan Zhiyi vaguely heard someone talking, but the place where the voice came from was a little strange. It didn't seem like it was heard by the ears, but rather it seemed to sound abruptly in his mind... Well, Fan Zhiyi couldn't explain it clearly, and he didn't have the energy to think about it anymore. He felt dizzy.
"But now I am the same as them, so it is true that you attracted me. I really have to thank you for your inexplicable attraction."
After a short while, the voice continued, "Your mind is so unstable. Fortunately, I didn't use soul-searching techniques at the beginning."
"But you're back, you're back." Each sentence was more affectionate and affirmative than the last, as if confirming this fact over and over again.
The more Fan Zhiyi listened, the more he felt that the person speaking seemed to be the young man he met halfway, but it seemed not to be him, as it was vague.
Suddenly, the other party's voice changed, full of resentment and malice: "But you have forgotten everything that happened in the past." Fan Zhiyi felt a pain in his hand. He frowned, moved uneasily, and curled up into a ball.
After a while, the grip on him suddenly loosened, and Fan Zhiyi heard the other person say, "I'm sorry," for no apparent reason.
Carrying infinite pain and regret, it eventually became like an empty mountain that had been rotating for hundreds of years, shrouded in silence.
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