"Master," Fan Zhiyi said, "You have to give me some time to adapt. Think about it, when I first met you, you killed those sedan chair bearers and wanted to kill me. Later, in the haunted house, you let the evil ghosts chase me many times..." Fan Zhiyi slowed his breathing and tried to reason with the other party.
What he didn't say was that Bing Nandong later let ghosts scare him and deliberately deceived him. He committed so many evil deeds that it was impossible to count them all.
"In the end, they kept me locked up for so many days, with no freedom at all. Although they did help me a lot during that time, and I'm very grateful, I do need some time to recover."
"Why do you think I did it all?"
"ah?"
Bing Nandong moved closer, but stopped just as he was about to touch Fan Zhiyi. He stared into Fan Zhiyi's eyes with a gloomy expression, as if he was trying his best to endure something. Then he suddenly laughed and let go of Fan Zhiyi: "This is unfair. Just because I'm the leader, you subconsciously think that all the bad things are my fault, right?"
Fan Zhiyi stared blankly at the person who had retreated, feeling an inexplicable pang of sadness in his heart.
"Ever since I recognized you, I've never had any intention of killing you. I was wrong the first time, but the rest weren't my fault. Since you can't get over this hurdle, I'm here to help you."
Fan Zhiyi realized that Bing Nandong was really angry, but the next second, Bing Nandong stretched out his hand and stabbed the dagger into his heart before Fan Zhiyi could react. Golden gilt runes flowed on the blade, and blood gushed out.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly stopped caring about anything, his brain lost the ability to think, and he hurriedly reached out to help Bing Nandong stop the bleeding.
But Bing Nandong still held the dagger and took another step back: "Tell me, if I die, will you be sad? Will you remember something?"
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