Fan Zhiyi felt a chill down his spine. Of all these people, the male protagonist had chosen him...
Bai Bai also said that he was very similar to the male protagonist's Bai Yueguang, and the male protagonist felt that he was Bai Yueguang who had lost his memory. This was also the meaning in his actions and words. As a result, he now doubted whether he had forgotten something, and those fragments of memories that belonged to other people that he had dreamed of...
Since Mr. Fan dared to want to be reborn in his body, then the male protagonist also wanted Bai Yueguang to be resurrected in his body, so he kept hinting at himself, confusing himself and letting down his guard...
Damn, it’s terrifying when you think about it!
Fan Zhiyi quietly looked up at Bing Nandong's profile. The face that was perfectly illuminated by the light made Fan Zhiyi feel cold all over, especially when Bing Nandong turned his head after noticing Fan Zhiyi's gaze. Their eyes met, and Fan Zhiyi felt that the look in his eyes was particularly malicious.
He shuddered, his inhalation and exhalation rising and falling more sharply.
"What's wrong?"
"No, no, no, nothing!" Fan Zhiyi immediately looked away and lowered his head.
"Did you just listen to me?"
"Yes! So why? Why exactly? Haha, hahaha, maybe he doesn't want you to unite to deal with him, hahahaha..."
Bing Nandong frowned, paused, and then raised his hand. Fan Zhiyi shrank back. Bing Nandong was a little speechless: "Don't move." He touched Fan Zhiyi's forehead with the back of his hand. "You don't have a fever, why do you feel like an idiot?"
Fan Zhiyi: “…”Brother, you are really scary.
"Forget it." Bing Nandong let go of his hand and thought to himself, "Zhiyi is just silly sometimes anyway."
Fan Zhiyi: "...Hey, it's raining."
As soon as Fan Zhiyi finished speaking, the rain suddenly became heavier and fell down in unison.
Just when he was lamenting the rain's bad temper and its suddenness, Fan Zhiyi suddenly realized that he was not wet. He immediately realized that it was because of the outer robe that the male protagonist had put on him. It turned out to be waterproof.
Fan Zhiyi held up the lamp and shone it diagonally upwards. Most of the male protagonist's white clothes had become darker due to being wet, and the blood color was also spreading. However, he reacted very quickly and made hand gestures, and the two of them were instantly protected by the barrier.
Bing Nandong lowered his eyes and looked at him. The candlelight merged into a galaxy in his eyes. He smiled gently, a soothing smile. The warmth of his body came from where their hands were clasped. "Let's find a place to rest first and leave when it's daybreak."
Fan Zhiyi noticed that Bing Nandong's lips were a little pale, and the bloodstains on his white clothes were more obvious, like a red plum blossom in full bloom in the snow.
At that time, the vine pierced Bing Nandong from back to chest.
Fan Zhiyi looked at the other person's face again and saw that he was still smiling. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He looked ahead, stretched the lantern forward, and took the lead to take a step forward.
After walking a few more steps, Fan Zhiyi listened to the sound of rain that was not blocked by the barrier, and couldn't help but say: "If it hurts, don't laugh."
Bing Nandong didn't say anything, and no sound came from his mind. Fan Zhiyi stopped and looked up at Bing Nandong in annoyance. When their eyes met, he realized that the other person had been staring at him.
Just like when they first met, most of the time, this person liked to stare at him, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't understand that look: "You..." Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth, "Forget it."
"Don't forget it. I listened carefully to every word you said from beginning to end." Bing Nandong raised his hand, endured it again and again, and then let it go. "I remember there's an abandoned temple nearby where I can take shelter from the wind and rain."
Fan Zhiyi followed him, and sure enough, they found it. However, on such a thundering night, the abandoned temple looked eerie, which made Fan Zhiyi think of the Xue residence he had escaped from with great difficulty. He hoped that this would not be the second Xue residence.
The roof of the abandoned temple is good, the door is a bit broken, and the remaining door frames and window frames flap from time to time, giving it a strong horror movie atmosphere.
Fan Zhiyi placed the lantern in his hand on the only altar, and found that the altar was empty and covered with dust.
"Are you hungry?"
Fan Zhiyi shook his head. He was well fed by the leader before he came.
Bing Nandong finally let go of his hand, found a place to cast a spell and clean up a bit, then looked up at Fan Zhiyi: "Come here and rest."
Fan Zhiyi thought that since he was so powerful, couldn't he use magic to clean up this entire abandoned temple, so that he could at least live more comfortably tonight. While thinking, he walked to the edge of the land that Bing Nandong had cleared. Bing Nandong glanced at him and didn't say much. Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief.
He is still immersed in his own speculations, and feels that the male protagonist is more and more terrifying. He feels a little weak when looking at the male protagonist, and he needs to calm down.
Fan Zhiyi bent his legs and hugged them, staring at Bing Nandong. He found that he turned his back, took off his clothes, and found some bottles and jars. It seemed that he was finally ready to treat his injuries.
"Don't look." Bing Nandong said as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
Fan Zhiyi immediately buried his head in his arms, his hands unconsciously clutching the clothes on his knees. Although, the more he was not allowed to do it, the more curious he became. People...
"hiss."
Hearing the male protagonist's groan, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but raised his head, but was stunned. It was because the male protagonist had too many wounds on his body, densely packed. Some of them had healed long ago but were still rooted in his back, winding and repeating hideously from one side to the other. Some had just healed. Of course, the more eye-catching thing was the bloody hole that was still bleeding. The white clothes inside had long been turned into blood clothes.
This person must be sick. He is so cruel to himself.
Fan Zhiyi said, "Let me help you." Then he walked over.
In a place where Fan Zhiyi couldn't see, Bing Nandong curled his lips slightly. He knew that Zhiyi was the most vulnerable to being soft-hearted.
Seeing that he didn't refuse, Fan Zhiyi took the ointment and put some on it with his index finger: "Is this ointment really effective for your injury?"
"My injury healed quickly."
Fan Zhiyi frowned, but he was not a local and did not know the physical condition of the people here. But the hero should not joke with his own life. However, thinking of Bing Nandong's self-destructive posture before, Fan Zhiyi felt that it was not impossible, so he murmured unconsciously: "Madman."
"What?"
"Nothing." Fan Zhiyi gently applied a thick layer of ointment to him. "What about the wound in front?"
"I can do it myself."
Fan Zhiyi returned the medicine bottle to him, then sat cross-legged, bent over, and supported his face at a distance, watching him apply the medicine.
I have to say that the male lead has a great figure. Fan Zhiyi looked at himself again, his small body... Oh, then he looked at the male lead again, no, I'm still jealous!
Looking at the wound on the other person's chest, the knife wound there was covered by the wound on the vine. The male protagonist is really worthy of being the male protagonist, so calculating: "The leader said that you were seriously injured in Xue's house?"
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