"What nonsense are you talking about? Where's your medicine? Stop the bleeding!"
The blood dyed Bing Nandong's white fingers red, then spread down along his wrist, like a small scarlet snake, extremely dazzling.
"Don't worry, I won't die. It'll just hurt a little." Bing Nandong slowly pulled out the dagger. Blood soaked his clothes bit by bit, not even the black fabric could hide it. But he didn't care. He twisted the dagger in his palm and then spread his hand. When he opened his mouth, it was full of blood, which made him look more vivid. "I didn't want to scare you, but I feel I have to return it to you."
Then, Bing Nandong put down his hand dejectedly and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry, please go away."
Fan Zhiyi really couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that the male protagonist tonight was particularly sick, as if he was deliberately making trouble.
Afraid that Bing Nandong would run away, Fan Zhiyi quickly grabbed his hand. Although he knew that his cultivation level was not enough compared to Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi just wanted to heal him quickly, so he mobilized the spiritual power in his body to send it to Bing Nandong. Unfortunately, Bing Nandong didn't appreciate it: "I won't die, at most I'll feel pain. After all, I'm a monster..."
"Shut up!" Fan Zhiyi yelled, "There's a limit to how crazy you can get tonight, okay?"
Bing Nandong finally calmed down and let Fan Zhiyi do what he wanted, but Fan Zhiyi was about to drain himself dry and the bleeding showed no signs of stopping. How badly was this man injured?
Bing Nandong just stared at him stubbornly and obstinately throughout the whole process. For some reason, Fan Zhiyi felt that his eyes were very sad, but he had clearly done nothing, so why did he feel so sad?
Fan Zhiyi was exhausted, but Shan seemed to be in a state of intense competition and hadn't given up yet. Bing Nandong brushed his bloody hand across his face and whispered in his ear, "Go away, or I'll change my mind."
"..." Damn it, he wanted to leave, but could he leave? His mission target was right here. If Bai Bai came back and saw that he had lost the protagonist again, he would definitely scold him again.
"It turns out that I'm not capable of this, right?" Bing Nandong raised the corners of his mouth and let out a laugh from his chest.
Fan Zhiyi's silence fueled a raging fire of jealousy. He was mad with envy for the so-called "male protagonist" of this world, yet he couldn't really do anything to him. If Zhiyi could recover his memory, he would be furious. Bing Nandong wouldn't allow himself to harbor any hidden dangers that would affect their relationship.
"You're not talking again." Forget it. Since Zhiyi still can't accept this identity, then he will change to the protagonist identity that Zhiyi likes and be with him. Anyway, he deliberately provoked this conflict tonight just to know Zhiyi's true feelings about his current self. He can't bear it anymore. He really wants to get Zhiyi back again as soon as possible. He can use any means to do this, even if Zhiyi can't accept his current incomplete self, which makes Bing Nandong uncomfortable.
Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong's dark eyes and didn't know what to say. How could this man make judgments on his own and not listen to others at all?
He looked at Bing Nandong's hand, wanting to hold it and listen to his heart, but the next second, a sharp sword pierced straight through them, forcibly separating Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi turned his head to look in the direction where the sword came from, only to see another "Bingnan Dong" standing in the air opposite him. This "Bingnan Dong" had a high ponytail, wore snow-white clothes, and had a stunningly cold face.
This is Bing Nandong's outfit in the haunted house.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He is "Bing Nandong"? Fan Zhiyi looked at the male protagonist next to him who also had a sullen face and was looking at the person floating in the air. Is this also Bing Nandong?
Fan Zhiyi has the expression of an old man looking at his phone on the subway. What is going on?
That "Bingnan Dong" raised his eyes and glanced at Fan Zhiyi lightly, then swung his sword, and the sword immediately attacked the leader of the Fusha Sect, but he himself flew straight towards Fan Zhiyi.
Seeing this, the leader pinched the end of the sword with two fingers and flipped it, then retreated half a step due to the sword energy, his robes rustling. Then he slid and grabbed Fan Zhiyi's arm and pulled him into his arms. He stood firm and swung his palm back. The two spiritual powers tried to collide, causing waves all around, as if the space was about to be torn apart by the powerful aura.
Fan Zhiyi was held in the leader's arms on the side of his body that was relatively clean and free of blood. His ear was pressed tightly against the other person's body, and he could hear his heartbeat.
Do ghosts have heartbeats? He just stabbed me in the heart, right? It was so deep, so nothing will happen, right? Ummm, he's the male protagonist...
Fan Zhiyi suddenly remembered what Bing Nandong had just said. He had indeed always had a preconceived notion that all the bad things that happened in the world were related to the male protagonist. He was trapped in inertial thinking.
Alas, when gods fight, mortals suffer. For example, even though the leader protected him, the overly powerful spiritual power fluctuations still made this weakling feel uncomfortable all over.
He was ready to fight as soon as they saw each other, so the person coming over was not Bing Nandong. Could it be that Bing Nandong's image in the haunted house was borrowed from that of Cen Jun? What was his purpose in doing this? Was the person coming here the real Cen Jun?
The person in the air opposite glanced at the hiding Fan Zhiyi distractedly, recalled the sword and put it away, and the residual force of the spiritual power destroyed all the doors and windows of the Zhaixing Tower.
"Give him to me."
"Oh, why?" Fan Zhiyi poked his head out from the protection of the leader and met the eyes of the man in white. He was looking at him solemnly, and his eyes were somewhat similar to the leader's. Both of them hid too many secrets, but they could be easily distinguished because the man in white did not have the dark feeling of the leader.
Caught off guard, his face was twisted back, and once again only the leader was left in Fan Zhiyi's sight.
The leader breathed into his ear, with a deep possessiveness: "Don't look at him!"
Fan Zhiyi nodded desperately, trying to calm the man down. He was so angry, could it be that the person opposite him was really an imposter?
The white-clothed man's sword was about to strike again, but Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to look at it. He only heard the leader say, "We don't want him to get hurt. How about this? Let Zhifan choose for himself and see if he's willing to go with you."
"good."
Fan Zhiyi had the soft flesh on his waist pinched, and then the leader whispered to him, "Choose carefully."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." What the hell is there to choose? Fan Zhiyi finally came to his senses. The man in white opposite him must be another identity of Bing Nandong. Otherwise, if the man was really an enemy, Bing Nandong would have killed him long ago and let him choose who to follow.
This guy can even use the clone trick!
Fan Zhiyi actually understood why no one in the entire world of immortal cultivation connected Bing Nandong with the leader of the Fusha Sect. The male protagonist was a natural actor. He portrayed the personalities of both characters to the extreme, one black and one white, one good and one evil. If this continued, would he really not become schizophrenic? No wonder he had a serious illness, as it happened in the novel and it still happens now.
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