Fan Zhiyi stared at the leader, speechless.
The man's masked lips curled up in a smile, but the coldness of his eyes, which didn't reach him, made Fan Zhiyi understand his intention. If he didn't choose him, he'd be doomed. If he had a problem, he should get treatment. Just now, he was acting like, "I know I'm wrong. I'll let you go and let myself go too." Now, he's resorting to coercion.
But... Fan Zhiyi raised his eyelids slightly in distress and glanced at the man in white. The man was also staring at him motionlessly, with a determination in his eyes.
So, Fan Zhiyi withdrew his gaze and stared at his toes.
Damn, he was being stared at by two blazing gazes at the same time. It was really stressful, okay? It was all you, wasn't it? What was there to choose?
Fan Zhiyi really didn't know what Bing Nandong was planning, nor did he know what would happen if he made the wrong choice. Ahhhh, so annoying!
"I..." Fan Zhiyi started, then swallowed his saliva and gave up on himself, "I can't fucking choose. I'm guilty. I'll just jump off the building!"
Fan Zhiyi climbed onto the railing next to him, wanting to cry but unable to. His emotions easily broke down, okay? Why did he always have to be threatened? Why did he always have to choose between the two? Woo woo woo...
"Yi Zhifan!" The leader panicked and immediately pulled someone away, not caring about anything else. "What are you crazy about?"
"Then what are you crazy about?"
"Why am I crazy? You just want to go with him, right? I'm letting you go. Don't push yourself up, or you'll really go down soon."
Fan Zhiyi looked down and sniffed when the wind blew. It was so high and scary. Damn it, he was afraid of heights!
The leader kept suppressing him, fearing that he would really lose his temper. The man in white was also guarding nearby, but he didn't dare to act rashly.
The leader looked at him with a frown of disgust: "Humph." Then he smiled and said, "Don't you want Zhifan? I'll give it to you."
The man in white didn't move. The leader's provocative smile grew even wider. "Why, if you don't want it, Zhifan is mine."
The man in white flew down, and then the leader grabbed Fan Zhiyi with one hand and held him still: "Stay still."
Fan Zhiyi: “…” He found himself unable to move or speak.
Bing Nandong, you bastard.
Fan Zhiyi could only blink as he watched the two extremely fast-moving figures fighting in the air, destroying everything they went. The Zhaixing Tower was the only building that was the best preserved among the surrounding buildings, except for its damaged doors and windows.
Fan Zhiyi sighed silently in his heart. What was there to fight between himself? Shouldn't he say the classic line "Stop fighting" at this time?
After a while, Fan Zhiyi felt a little sleepy. Why wasn't the fight over yet? He was immobilized and his legs were a little numb from standing. Anyone could help him out.
Fan Zhiyi was extremely sleepy, and then he finally heard a "bang" and the two people separated. But at that moment, the white-clothed man's sword flew out like an arrow, transforming into hundreds of swords to form a sword formation, dragging the leader away. Taking advantage of this moment, the white-clothed man stepped on the wind and grabbed Fan Zhiyi, wrapping him up from head to toe with his white robe: "Let's go!"
The restrictions on Fan Zhiyi were lifted, and he felt his feet were empty. He was so scared that he had to hold the white-clothed man's waist tightly to avoid falling.
He unconsciously turned his head to look at the leader, only to see that he was covered in blood, roaring, his eyes red, like a mad beast whose beloved thing was taken away, and his heart began to bleed again.
The spiritual power he burst out completely destroyed the sword, and then a magic circle fell from the sky, and countless vines rose from the ground to block the way. The man in white had already grasped the sword with his hands spread out, his sleeves fluttering, his face solemn, and he swung the sword back in the air with force. The dazzling white light was like lightning falling from the ninth heaven.
"Be careful!" Fan Zhiyi blurted out without thinking, not knowing whether he was worried about the leader or the man in white.
Then a vine pierced the left shoulder of the man in white, but his expression remained calm. He pinched the vine with his hand. Thunder and lightning filled the sky. The man in white's eyes flashed, and the next moment, their figures disappeared from that place.
Fan Zhiyi had no idea whether the leader would catch up with him or how long this drama would last. Many images flashed through his mind: a kiss in the midst of thunder and lightning, a hug in the black void, and finally the lifeless figure of the young man kneeling on the ground. He called him Master, and said he was in so much pain that he wanted to kill him himself.
Whose memory was this, and why was it in his mind? Why did he feel so uncomfortable, why could he not breathe, why did he want to cry? Fan Zhiyi hugged Bing Nandong even tighter. He felt his nose aching, his eyes burning, and his head aching.
His unusual movements caught Bing Nandong's attention, so he chose a place to land. Fan Zhiyi lost his balance, and once he landed firmly on the ground, he began to pant and fell to the ground. Bing Nandong caught him, knelt on one knee with him, and tightened his robe around him.
Fan Zhiyi looked at him with his unfocused eyes, and Bing Nandong said in a steady voice, "Zhifan, hold your breath and concentrate." As he spoke, a stream of spiritual power was injected into his body.
Fan Zhiyi gradually saw Bing Nandong's appearance and the dark woods around him.
It was the woods again. But he could only see the young man. The young man before him overlapped with the young man in countless fragments of his memory. Who was he? What was his relationship with him? Had he really lost his memory?
Fan Zhiyi grabbed Bing Nandong's hand and pressed it against his palm, staring at him stubbornly. Then he saw Bing Nandong startled, then took a deep breath, and smiled at him very gently: "It's okay, don't be afraid, we have already left Fusha Sect."
But what she was thinking was, "She took the initiative to hold hands the moment we met. Do you like Mr. Cen so much?"
Hmm, familiar psychological activity.
Fan Zhiyi felt strangely relieved, and then he heard: "Forget it, I am Mr. Cen now, as long as Zhiyi likes me."
"No, how am I inferior to this fake identity?"
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
He felt that Bing Nandong was the ultimate tangle of strange people. However, these mental activities, Bing Nandong's face is not able to see any of them, and he smiled at him very gently.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Are you really not going to have schizophrenia? "I don't know what happened just now, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, but I'm much better now. How is your injury?"
We should still show some concern, lest Bing Nandong attacks again later. First he stabbed himself with a knife, then he stabbed himself with vines. This guy is really abusive, and his mind is not normal.
"No problem." Bing Nandong said, reaching out to touch Fan Zhiyi's face, "I'm glad you're okay. Do you want to rest?"
Fan Zhiyi got goosebumps and shook his head to avoid Bing Nandong's hand: "Where are we going?"
"Return to Tianyunmen."
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