Fan Zhiyi woke up and felt a lot more relaxed.
He didn't sleep well that night. He dreamed of a giant python, coiled around him, its cold, vertical pupils staring at him. It was dark, damp, and slimy, as if ready to devour him at any moment. Fortunately, the snake didn't attack until Fan Zhiyi woke up.
Wait, why did he fall asleep here? And what's going on now? Why is he lying on someone's lap? Two grown men, in this position, in this place, this is so inappropriate.
Fan Zhiyi stared with his eyes wide open, pursed his lips, and didn't even dare to breathe.
Then he simply chose to continue closing his eyes and pretending to be dead. It was awkward, really awkward. This posture and position made Fan Zhiyi feel awkward for some reason. He simply pretended to be unconscious, then rolled over and fell to the ground, naturally waking up from the fall.
Yes, that’s it.
But before Fan Zhiyi could put it into practice, someone, as if not aware of the embarrassment, gently patted his shoulder and said, "Get up quickly when you wake up. My legs are numb."
Fan Zhiyi, as if struck by lightning, immediately used his hands and feet to sit up properly, straightening his back, his face full of apology: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Bing Nandong bent his legs, rested his hands on his knees, and looked at him with a smile: "Why do you want to apologize?"
"Uh, I..." Fan Zhiyi was a little embarrassed to speak. Bing Nandong also saw his embarrassment and said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're sick, and this will make you feel better. If you get better soon, it will be a good thing for both of us, isn't it?"
When he asked this question, Fan Zhiyi really felt that what had just happened was not a big deal, so he nodded in agreement.
"How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Later, Fan Zhiyi realized that he could actually see. He suddenly stared at Bing Nandong with wide eyes, but Bing Nandong just laughed again: "Your eyes are not injured by miasma, but by a spell cast on you. Fortunately, I can solve it."
When he said this, his tone was gentle and calm without any over-the-top boasting, yet it was enough to make people feel his power.
Fan Zhiyi felt that this young man seemed a little different from before he fell into a coma, but he couldn't tell exactly where. Perhaps it was just because he could see him with his own eyes now, which was different from the image in his mind.
"By the way, I've also removed the curse from you."
Fan Zhiyi immediately rolled up his sleeves to check. Hearing him speak so casually, if Gao Da and Gao Xiao had not been helpless before, he would have really thought it was a very easy matter.
It was just as the young man said, but not only was the incomplete seven-pointed star mark gone, but all the wounds on his body were gone, his skin was intact, and even the clothes he wore were clean and tidy. He didn't look so disheveled at all.
"Also, I have cured your injury." Bing Nandong said word by word, and paused after each sentence to give Fan Zhiyi enough time to react. The joy brought by the good news one after another exploded and bloomed in his heart like fireworks.
Oh my god, what kind of big boss is he hanging out with? No, no, no, this is simply an angel!
Fan Zhiyi was overjoyed. He had never felt so lucky since coming here. The sudden surge of joy made him unable to recover. He was at a loss for words: "You are such a good person. Thank you so much!"
Facing Fan Zhiyi's eyes that were shining with admiration, Bing Nandong looked away guiltily. If Fan Zhiyi were still holding his hands at this moment, he would definitely be able to sense someone's inner panic.
He did not ask Fan Zhiyi to thank him. He only hoped that when the truth came to light in the future, and Fan Zhiyi knew about his evil deeds such as strangling Fan Zhiyi, injuring his eyes, and sending him to Xue's house to be scared by ghosts, he would not hate him for too long. As long as he could forgive him, he would do anything.
Suppressing his uneasiness, Bing Nandong continued to play the role he had set for himself: "Let's rest for a while, then we'll continue our journey."
"Okay." Fan Zhiyi was in a good mood. After being here for so long, this was the first time he felt less tired. So he asked, "Master, may I ask your name?"
"Mr. Cen." Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi calmly, observing his expression, and said with a smile, "Shan Jin Cen, the Jun of a gentleman, you can just call me by my full name."
He had always wanted to know how Fan Zhiyi had recognized the male protagonist he'd mentioned before. Even if it was destiny, there had to be a sign, right? Name? Appearance? Personality? Words and actions? Or was it simply that he locked onto that person and saw them as different? Whatever it was, he wanted the male protagonist position, whether it was before, now, or in the future. He wanted his eyes to stay on him, no one else.
"Mr. Cen." Fan Zhiyi called out with a smile on his face, "Nice name, nice name." He was not well educated, so he valued sincerity when praising people.
However, this Brother Cen really lived up to his name. Fan Zhiyi looked at him, and although he knew that he still couldn't completely let his guard down, he still had a good impression of him.
Bing Nandong laughed in confusion and asked, "What about you? What's your name?" It seemed that the name was not the basis for judgment.
Bing Nandong felt that Fan Zhiyi was a very easy person to understand. Sometimes he was mature, and at other times he was as innocent and naive as a child, completely defenseless. As long as one observed carefully and used some tricks in his words, it would be easy to find clues from his face.
Moreover, this person is particularly soft-hearted and easily remembers the kindness of others. This kind of "idiot" is the type most likely to be eaten alive in the world of immortal cultivation, not to mention the current world where everyone is in danger.
"My name is Yi Zhifan. Yi means easy, I know, and Fan means ordinary," Fan Zhiyi explained. He was actually testing "Mr. Cen" to see if he really knew his original self. But the other person looked completely different, as if they had never met before. It seemed as if his earlier description of them as old acquaintances had simply been a casual conversation.
But getting back to the point, Fan Zhiyi asked, "By the way, have you ever received any notes with inexplicable remarks?"
Like everyone else, in order to show his sincerity, Fan Zhiyi first stated the contents of his note. He also wanted to swear an oath to prove that what he said was true, but was interrupted by Bing Nandong.
"Yes." Bing Nandong replied as expected, "It says 'find him'."
Lightning flashed outside, and influenced by the atmosphere, Fan Zhiyi felt that the tone of "Cen Jun" when he said he had found him was a little strange, especially the fact that the man's eyes were staring straight at him. Fan Zhiyi thought of the snake that had stared at him in his dream, as if the person he was looking for was himself...
Bah, don't let your imagination run wild. Fan Zhiyi dismissed this inexplicable thought. Could it be that he was frightened and had paranoid delusions?
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