Who knew that just as I stepped up the stairs, I heard Mr. Lu's worried voice: "Nandong, is it really okay to live together? What if..."
"Not really, don't worry."
Wu Bai suddenly said, "I see. A gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. Big Brother is putting the hidden danger right in front of him and personally monitoring it, directly eliminating the danger." He couldn't hide the admiration in his tone and gave a thumbs up: "Brilliant!"
Fan Zhiyi didn't take these remarks to heart. After all, these were just characters in the novel, and his original self had indeed gone too far before.
So what was the original body's motive for wanting to kill Bing Nandong? If he wanted to know, perhaps he could only go to Tianyunmen to find out. However, that was where the original body grew up, and there must be many acquaintances there. Fan Zhiyi was afraid that he would be exposed and treated as a monster.
Today was an ordinary day. Fan Zhiyi had a feeling of peace and tranquility and felt that he had aged a lot.
He lay down on the bed early. Since there was a bed, Bing Nandong let Xiaobao and Fan Zhiyi sleep together.
Before going to bed, Fan Zhiyi completed his usual target of telling Xiaobao a bedtime story every night. Today he told the story of Cinderella.
Xiaobao continued to perform steadily and soon fell asleep. Fan Zhiyi had been planning to sleep too, but Bing Nandong suddenly asked him, "So what happened next? Did he find that girl?"
"Huh?" Fan Zhiyi couldn't believe Bing Nandong was actually interested in this story. "Of course I found it."
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"How did you find it?"
"Just take that shoe and search the whole country." Fan Zhiyi even went to great lengths to translate the words into the terms of this world to make it easier to understand. He was practically going bald from thinking, "He's a powerful young master after all. Finding someone shouldn't be a problem."
Unexpectedly, Bing Nandong sneered: "A young master like Zhuang Yujing?"
"Of course not. If I were to look like someone, it would definitely be someone as elegant and majestic as you."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Fan Zhiyi was relieved and closed his eyes peacefully, only to hear Bing Nandong continue, "What if there's someone else who can wear those shoes? Will he marry her, too? A pair of shoes can fit so many people. So, is he attracted to the shoes or the person?"
Fan Zhiyi hadn't expected Bing Nandong to be so conflicted, so he frowned and thought for a moment. He realized he couldn't think of any accurate rebuttal, so he said, "As for stories, everyone has different opinions."
"It's just as strange as what you told me before. Fan Zhiyi, how about I tell you a story too."
When Fan Zhiyi thought of Bing Nandong's past record, he felt a chill down his spine and quickly refused.
Hey brother, if you want to tell me a ghost story, can you choose a sunny day so we can talk while basking in the sun? You have to torture me in such a dark environment, right?
Bing Nandong looked over and saw Fan Zhiyi wrapped in a quilt, but he didn't force him to tell the story.
Today he was sleeping on the bed, so Fan Zhiyi was not worried about seeing the dark bottom of the bed, but he was now afraid that something would crawl out from under the bed.
Xiaobao slept on the inner side against the wall, and he slept on the outside. Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to turn his back to the bed, for fear that something would stand beside his bed. He felt completely insecure.
The wind started to blow outside again, and Fan Zhiyi heard the rustling sound of swaying leaves.
"Da", "Da", "Da".
Fan Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes, but the window was paper-covered and he couldn't see anything outside. He didn't have the courage to open the window to look, as he was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see.
I must have heard it wrong.
Fan Zhiyi pinched the corner of the quilt with his hands, his heartbeat began to speed up due to nervousness, and he tried to close his eyes and fall asleep again.
"Da da da."
No, there really was a sound, and Fan Zhiyi sat up suddenly.
The sound came from below, no way, under the bed?
Dadada, dadada, dadadadadada...
The sound was like it had suddenly identified a target and its speed increased. If this was still an illusion, then Fan Zhiyi felt that there must be something wrong with his brain.
Fan Zhiyi's bed was right next to the window. His bad premonition reached its peak, and he called out, "Bing Nandong."
"I'm here." Bing Nandong responded almost immediately, and his calm voice gave Fan Zhiyi some comfort.
Fan Zhiyi stared at the window intently, and suddenly reached out to hug Xiaobao. At this moment, a sharp kitchen knife pierced through the window, flashing an icy light.
The kitchen knife spun in the air for a moment, and the dark blue hand holding it instantly rotated its wrist 180 degrees at an angle impossible for a human to do, nailing it to the wall.
If Fan Zhiyi had really opened the window to confirm, the kitchen knife might have pierced his head from below.
Xiaobao woke up from the noise. Fan Zhiyi covered his mouth, got down to the ground barefoot, backed away, and moved towards the door.
Another hand also broke through the window and then retracted.
There was a big hole in the window, and the wind rushed in, making a sound similar to that of a ghost crying.
Fan Zhiyi's heartbeat seemed to be about to burst out of his chest, but he pursed his lips tightly, not even daring to breathe. His nerves were tense like an arrow ready to be fired, and he would run away immediately at the slightest sign of trouble.
At this moment, the big hole was filled by a pair of blood-red eyes. The dark eyeballs rolled up and down, looking for the target, but the next moment it was pierced by a transparent sword.
Bing Nandong was very strong, and he drew out his sword without any hesitation, and made a gesture with his hand to point at the ghost hand holding the kitchen knife.
Fan Zhiyi heard a shrill scream, and then smoke came out of the hand. It actually pulled out a kitchen knife and fell down with the window frame.
Just from the iconic kitchen knife, Fan Zhiyi already knew who the visitor was.
Bing Nandong looked down from the window, which was no longer windowless, and without turning back ordered, "Fan Zhiyi, take Xiaobao and hide. Don't come out until I come looking for you. Quick!"
After saying that, Bing Nandong jumped out of the window.
Fan Zhiyi had already regained consciousness and immediately left the room with Xiaobao. The other rooms were all locked, and Fan Zhiyi knocked on several doors but couldn't get them open.
In the dark corridor, Fan Zhiyi pushed people side by side.
When the rooms were allocated, Lu Changfu, Qin Shuan, Wu Bai and Bing Nandong all had the same room number. They did not buy a room for Fan Zhiyi, as if they had already confirmed that Fan Zhiyi would not come back.
That’s right!
Fan Zhiyi thought of the room that Bing Nandong had specially booked for him. He was not sure whether Bing Nandong would let him live with him again, so he did not cancel it. However, when he heard the confirmation, he was so excited that he forgot about it, and then he completely forgot about it.
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