In front of them was the last secret room, and strangely, there was no seal on it.
Zhuang Yujing's eyes flashed, and he made a prompt decision: "Open!" At the same time, he and Xiaoman and He An held their own magic weapons, ready for a big battle.
But when the door opened, he saw only the young man sleeping against the wall, breathing evenly, and not restrained.
When they came out of the underground secret room, it was already completely dark. Fan Zhiyi looked at Cen Jun who was carried on He An's back. He still showed no signs of waking up. According to Gao Xiao, he was under a curse and it might take some time for him to wake up.
He An retracted his voice transmission and said to Zhuang Yujing, "Deputy Sect Leader, move the people and let us go straight to the path to the west. We will be able to leave Tianyun Sect by following the river."
The group did as they were told and saw a stream ahead. In summer, fireflies were flying through the grass beside the stream like fallen stars.
Fan Zhiyi, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up: "There shouldn't be any danger now, right?"
"Yes, Bingnandong probably doesn't have time to pay attention to us for the time being." It was He An who replied, but Fan Zhiyi more or less understood a little bit. If Bingnandong hadn't intended it, how could they take Cen Jun away so easily? He just didn't know what Bingnandong was up to.
Hearing this, Fan Zhiyi stopped and said, "Then I have fulfilled my promise to you. It is useless to keep me with you. You should leave quickly."
I don’t know whether Bing Nandong knew that he had run away and left him a note.
Fan Zhiyi thought about it for a long time on the way, but still felt that something was wrong. He had to go back and wait, otherwise Bing Nandong would go crazy if he didn't see him after finishing his business.
It's not that Fan Zhiyi was really being sentimental, but when he looked at Bing Nandong's previous crazy behavior, he felt that it was somewhat consistent with the description in the book. If they knew that it was Gao Da and Gao Xiao who took him away, they really wouldn't be able to leave.
"No." Fan Zhiyi refused immediately after he finished speaking. Unexpectedly, the person who answered was Zhuang Yujing.
Fan Zhiyi thought Zhuang Yujing was worried that Bing Nandong would catch up and use him as a hostage, so he said, "If you're still worried about it not being safe enough, I can return after we've completely left Tianyun Sect. But you have to promise that I can come back."
Fan Zhiyi was not worried that Zhuang Yujing would kill to silence the witness, he was just worried that Zhuang Yujing would not let him go.
In fact, his worries were right. Zhuang Yujing crossed his arms over his chest and said, "One of the reasons is that you haven't fully fulfilled your role as a hostage. But now that I've brought you out, I'm kind enough to save as many people as I can. I will definitely not let you go back to that dangerous place."
Fan Zhiyi frowned. It sounded like they were going to kidnap him. "Now is not the time to argue. If that's the case, let's say goodbye here."
Zhuang Yujing was not a patient person. Seeing this, he just chanted some incantations. Fan Zhiyi had just taken a few steps when his whole body suddenly tightened. A golden rope tied him tightly. Fan Zhiyi could only jump around like a zombie.
Zhuang Yujing retracted his hand and walked over. "I'm trying to talk to you nicely, but you don't listen. You really think I'm good-tempered, don't you? Why don't you use your brain to find out? Those who were sent to Tianyun Sect to be Bingnandong's Taoist companions all disappeared for no reason. Where do you think they went? Why do you think Bingnandong treats you so well? It's because you look a bit like them. You don't really think Bingnandong likes you, do you? Wake up, Bingnandong is not as kind as the rumors say! If you hadn't saved our lives at the Xue residence, I wouldn't have gone to such a troublesome time to take you away."
"Oh, I want to go back."
Zhuang Yujing was so disappointed with Fan Zhiyi that he didn't want to look at him anymore. He muttered to himself, "It's all in vain. I don't know what kind of spell Bing Nandong cast on you." Then he waved his sleeve impatiently, "Xiaoman, carry it!"
"I really have to go back, otherwise it will be too late!"
Xiaoman obeyed the order and carried Fan Zhiyi on his shoulders: "Sir, the Sect Master is doing this for your own good."
Fan Zhiyi knew that Gao Xiao had good intentions, but as luck would have it, after many twists and turns, he really was the person Bing Nandong truly loved. Unfortunately, no one would believe him if he said it out loud, including himself. Fan Zhiyi still found it all very magical.
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi thought of the silent dog system again: "Bai Bai, Bai Bai! Your host is about to be kidnapped, away from the mission target, away from your performance, and you have no reaction?"
"Report to the host, Bing Nandong is on his way."
Fan Zhiyi: "Damn, isn't this just adding chaos to the chaos? Is there any way to deal with this?"
"There is a way, but it requires the host to think of it."
"Tell me what use are you?"
Bai Bai was not convinced: "At Xue's house, when the host's eyes were injured, it was the system that brought the host back to sight."
Bringing up old grievances, right? Fan Zhiyi didn't lag behind: "How did I get that eye injury?"
"If the host had listened to the system's instructions at the time, the mission would not have been delayed."
"You don't tell me the reason. What normal person, seeing a dark and twisted protagonist, would go up to him, hug him and say 'I love you'?"
“…”
"..." Forget it, he won't bother with a broken system. It works very well when it's not doing anything.
It turns out that you still have to rely on yourself at critical moments.
Fan Zhiyi flipped through the "One Hundred Thousand Small Spells for Immortal Cultivation" in his mind and found a spell to remove the restraints. He tried it and the ropes loosened a little. Fan Zhiyi was overjoyed. But before he could be happy for long, the ropes suddenly tightened. Fan Zhiyi gasped and almost couldn't breathe.
Zhuang Yujing said without even raising his eyelids: "Stop struggling and behave yourself, or you'll be in trouble."
Fan Zhiyi: "What's wrong with your rope?"
"Didn't I tell you this is a rope?"
Fan Zhiyi: “…OK.”
Fan Zhiyi did his duty, and as expected, as soon as he calmed down, the rope seemed to know what he was thinking and loosened a little. Fan Zhiyi sighed and pretended to be dead.
Xiaoman carried him, with his abdomen resting on her shoulders, which made her stomach feel very uncomfortable. Fan Zhiyi protested, and her protest was effective. Then, Princess Xiaoman carried him away.
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
It is said that the more people worry about something, the more likely it is to happen. When he saw the person standing in front of him, Fan Zhiyi had a deeper understanding of this sentence.
The other person stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair untied, and his cold eyes revealed under the silver mask, making it easy for people to think of a ghost emerging from the night.
It was as if he had already anticipated which route they would take and how long it would take to arrive. He waited for a long time, and when he heard the noise, he turned to face them and slowly reached out to take off his mask.
The wind was howling, his black hair was floating like seaweed, and his black robe was rustling.
When he raised his eyes, his gaze was immediately fixed on Fan Zhiyi who was being held in his arms.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
