He had done his duty by giving this reminder. Fan Zhiyi was actually most worried that if he really did meet the leader, "Cen Jun" would make the mistake typical of righteous cultivators: losing his way at the sight of an evil demon and insisting on a life-or-death fight.
"You care about me."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Damn, what is he talking about, what is he paying attention to, where did he get this from? There is no point in chatting today.
When he first met him, Fan Zhiyi thought this guy was a chivalrous monk, but now he feels such a strong sense of disconnection.
Bing Nandong knew when to quit, so he stopped teasing him and straightened his expression. "But Zhifan, at this moment, if no one stood up and let the situation develop, have you considered the consequences?"
Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth but closed it again without saying anything. He knew that if "Cen Jun" didn't stop them, this drama of fratricide would never end, just as the male protagonist wanted.
"So it can only be me, and only me." Bing Nandong's smile was bright and flamboyant. He stared at Fan Zhiyi with a light in his eyes. "Trust me, I will take you away from here safely."
"Okay." Fan Zhiyi turned his head away uncomfortably as he was stared at by him. "When we get out, you can see your sweetheart."
I hope that with this, the other party can be more restrained. There are too many things hidden in his eyes, which makes Fan Zhiyi very uncomfortable.
"I will." Bing Nandong seemed to have sensed something, so he retracted his gaze and carefully placed the sword beside his pillow.
Fan Zhiyi subconsciously glanced at him as he moved. It seemed that he had only seen this sword unsheathed when they first met, but he didn't look at it carefully at that time.
"What do you think of the leader of the Fusha Sect?" Bing Nandong suddenly asked after Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong lay down side by side.
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