Fan Zhiyi immediately grabbed his collar as if he was afraid he would run away: "Bing Nandong!"
Fan Zhiyi smelled the smell of blood coming from Bing Nandong's body, but Bing Nandong was wearing dark clothes, so it was impossible to see clearly where he was injured.
Bing Nandong put on the mask again, revealing his dark eyes and staring at Fan Zhiyi. Then he put down his hands and rushed forward to fight with the fake one.
"Bing Nan Dong!"
Fan Zhiyi knew that going over would only cause more trouble, so he simply waited here. He looked around, but there was no sign of Jin Wu and Zhuang Yujing. Oh no, Bing Nandong had actually come here alone, following the red line.
The fake one was unable to catch up. After a few moves, it turned into a ball of ghost energy in Bing Nandong's hands and automatically sank into Bing Nandong's body.
Bing Nandong was surrounded by black fog. He didn't come over, but just looked at Fan Zhiyi from afar, wondering what he was thinking.
Cen Jun said that Bing Nandong was possessed by a ghostly aura and had become somewhat demented, so Fan Zhiyi didn't dare act rashly. His cultivation was currently insufficient, and if he still wanted to follow the method Jin Wu had given him to help Bing Nandong expel the evil aura, it would be impossible.
There was a moment of silence, and time passed by bit by bit. Fan Zhiyi was extremely anxious, so he decided to say a few words to see if he could bring the person back to his senses.
"Walk."
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, who said again, "Let's go."
Fan Zhiyi felt a little warm on his face and started crying again: "Even if we have to leave, we should go together!" Anyway, no matter what, he had to hold the people back and wait for Jin Wu and the others to come before he could come up with a solution.
Time waits for no one, Fan Zhiyi went up first.
Now that Bing Nandong is still willing to let him go, it means that he is somewhat sober. He must take advantage of this opportunity to tie him up, otherwise, he will be beaten by Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong had taught him how to control the red rope that connected them. Fan Zhiyi grabbed the red rope, turned over, chanted a spell, and put it down.
But Bingnandong moved too fast, making it impossible for people to find him. Moreover, he twisted the red rope, causing Fan Zhiyi to wrap himself around it first.
Before he could tighten his grip, Fan Zhiyi pulled himself down and escaped, the dagger flying out of his sleeve. During the fight, whether it was due to a collision or something else, Fan Zhiyi felt the pain on his forehead and the back of his neck begin to ache again.
The pain made Fan Zhiyi numb for a second or two. Seeing that he was about to be caught, Fan Zhiyi lowered his head and barely avoided it, allowing Bing Nandong to tear off the gauze wrapped around his neck, revealing the hideous fresh scar on the back of his neck.
The red line entwined between the two men, rising and falling in the air as they fought.
Bing Nandong dodged past, his eyelids trembling slightly, but the next moment he grabbed Fan Zhiyi's wrist and twisted it, actually breaking his entire arm. Fan Zhiyi frowned in pain.
The dagger fell, Fan Zhiyi followed it with his eyes, kicked it with his foot, and made hand gestures to control it.
Before that, Bing Nandong grabbed the back of his neck as if he was holding a small animal, squeezing Fan Zhiyi's wound so hard that it split open and bled. He couldn't help but groan in pain.
Bing Nandong was teasing him. Cats always play with mice before eating them.
"Bing Nan Dong!"
The dagger cut off the straps of Bing Nandong's mask, and the mask fell to the ground with a "click", revealing his pale face and cold eyes.
Bing Nandong's cold lips pressed against the wound on Fan Zhiyi's neck. A cold ghostly aura came from Bing Nandong, trying to wrap Fan Zhiyi up as well, while Fan Zhiyi's dagger was at Bing Nandong's waist at the same time.
"Bing Nandong, I remember everything, everything!" Fan Zhiyi felt Bing Nandong pause and continued shouting, "We will definitely have a good ending this time, so wake up quickly!"
The blood from the wound on the back of his neck dyed Bing Nandong's fingers and mouth red.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help crying out loud, but he was unwilling to give up, so he tilted his head back and hit the back of his head hard.
Then he was pushed forward suddenly. Fan Zhiyi looked back and saw Bing Nandong had summoned a sword and stabbed it hard at his thigh. He staggered and knelt on one knee on the ground.
His eyes were red, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like a madman: "Go away!"
As if that weren't enough, Bing Nandong pulled out his sword, blood dripping from the end. He was about to stab him in the heart again. In a flash, Fan Zhiyi quickly summoned red rope and tied him up tightly, preventing him from succeeding.
His heart was still pounding as Fan Zhiyi sent a message to Jin Wu to inform him that they were here, but he didn't know if Jin Wu could receive it. Then he hurried over and knelt in front of Bing Nandong, holding his face with trembling hands. This was the scene of their first meeting after regaining their memory.
"Are you awake?"
Bing Nandong dodged Fan Zhiyi's hand, lowered his head and turned away, not looking at him. He just replied softly, "You won't be awake for long, Zhiyi, you shouldn't have come."
"We must all come, no one can be left behind."
Fan Zhiyi tried again to get him to look at him, but Bing Nandong said, "Don't look at me like this. You'll be scared."
"I won't, and don't be afraid." Fan Zhiyi used his still-usable hand to hold down Bing Nandong's head, resting his forehead against his. His tears dripped onto his clothes, staining them darkly. "Don't be afraid, Nandong. This isn't what you want to be. I know you've tried very hard. And, how many times do I have to say this? I really like you. Before my memory returned, I liked you no matter who you were."
"sorry."
"Look at me." Fan Zhiyi smiled at him, "I can't even remember it. Aren't you happy?"
"Stop laughing."
"You fool."
"Aren't you the same?"
Fan Zhiyi felt a pang of anger in his heart. Seeing that Bing Nandong still had the energy to joke with him, he gave him a punch that was neither too light nor too heavy. "If you bite me, you'll lock me up in Zhaixing Tower and then come out and do something big without saying anything, right? Why do you like biting people so much? No wonder..."
"I also recovered all my memories not long ago." Bing Nandong said dejectedly.
"Everything? Including you turning into a puppy?" This was something Fan Zhiyi had not expected.
"Yes. I want to clear all obstacles as soon as possible so that I can marry you."
"Zhiyi, I've always been scared. I know clearly that I'm not satisfied with just having you come back. I wish I could break your wings, tie you up, trap you, and keep a close eye on you all the time. I'm an insatiable ghost." Bing Nandong stared at Fan Zhiyi nakedly, as if he was going crazy again. "I thought I could control it. I thought I could handle everything, hide those dirty and dark thoughts from you forever, so that I wouldn't scare you away again."
"I used my ghost energy because it was the only way I could avenge you."
"You don't like me killing people. I just hate them imitating you and mentioning you wave after wave to test my patience. I didn't kill innocent people. They all deserve to die! Believe me, forgive me..."
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