Bing Nandong saved a person. This person should have died, but he came back to life and looked at him timidly with a pair of clear and innocent eyes.
When I asked him his name, he said his name was Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi felt very strange. His body language and eyes clearly showed that he was afraid of him, but he gave him the same flattering smile as everyone else, and even shamelessly tried every possible way to stay by his side.
Bing Nandong thought that his disguise was flawless and no one could connect the head of Tianyun Sect with the leader of Fusha Sect. So how did this person know?
Based on feeling?
Bingnan Dong didn't believe it.
Then stay, it's boring anyway.
It's hard to tell whether this person is timid or brave. He is full of sympathy and self-proclaimed righteous and likes to talk to him about positive and sunny things.
It's ridiculous and annoying.
Bing Nandong didn't want to play with this man anymore, so he simply exposed his true identity, imprisoned him by his side, and made him face his true face all the time, but he couldn't escape or avoid it. He could only cower pitifully and complete his request. It seemed more interesting.
This person seems like someone who could scare himself to death.
But Bing Nandong suddenly felt that he no longer liked his timid and fawning manner. This person was just like everyone else, just pretending, and in fact, he was just wishing him dead.
Then let’s die. He wants to take him and everyone else with him to die.
***
Bing Nandong met a man who suddenly appeared and helped him save innocent people from the clutches of evil spirits. He pretended to be kind and comforted them, then smiled at him, revealing two fangs and his eyes curved: "My name is Fan Zhiyi, may I ask your name, cultivator?"
Bing Nandong suddenly thought of his past self and the deceased Zhuang Yujing.
They are all fools.
However, Bing Nandong had an impression of this person. He always took the lead in everything and tried every means to attract his attention.
What does this person want to do? Is it different from others?
Bing Nandong wanted to know, so he stretched out his hand and smiled: "My name is Bing Nandong."
Bing Nandong discovered that when he was talking to others, Fan Zhiyi would stare at him. If he glanced at him slightly, he would nervously look away.
This person always invites him to drink and talk, saying unrealistic things like saving the world and sealing the ghost gate, and the final topic is basically close to having a heart-to-heart talk with him.
To outsiders, the leader of the Tianyun Sect and this man who appeared out of nowhere are best friends. They do everything together. The leader entrusts him with important tasks and regards him as his confidant.
Friends?
This person doesn't know how to flatter others. I don't know which incompetent person he is. He wants to get to know him and seek his protection. There are many people like him. It's nothing strange.
Bing Nandong felt empty, but it seemed not bad if these people who worshipped him as a god found out that he was the evil ghost who brought disaster upon them, and showed indignation and anger at being deceived.
But Bing Nandong knew that what he was most curious about was how his so-called "friend" would behave.
Well, his behavior is hypocritical, as he is still trying to persuade him to turn back.
When they met for the last time, Fan Zhiyi actually tried to persuade him without knowing his own limitations, so Bing Nandong made a bet with him: if he won, he would kill Fan Zhiyi, and if Fan Zhiyi won, he would follow him.
This fool actually agreed.
The outcome of this battle had already been decided. His sword was about to pierce through the eyeballs of the person in front of him, but Bing Nandong suddenly stopped.
The ghost energy in his body was extremely excited during the battle, but it became chaotic because he suddenly stopped.
They wanted him to kill the man before him, just as he had always killed whomever he pleased.
Bing Nandong looked at the man in front of him expressionlessly. The other person closed his eyes tightly, as if he was extremely scared, but he did not take the opportunity when he stopped to escape.
What a strange person.
There is a saying that goes, we don’t ask to be born on the same day, but we ask to die on the same day.
Since we are good friends, we should live and die together.
***
Bing Nandong looked at the person in front of him. The other party's magic weapon was different. It had the aura of heaven on it and seemed to be able to kill him.
He seemed to have seen this person several times. This person would appear with different faces and identities to the people around him. He had once thought that those things that had never happened but existed sporadically in his mind were the product of ghostly imagination, but his thoughts were confirmed the moment he saw the person in front of him.
It seems like I have lived in this world many times.
What is the Heavenly Dao going to do? Send someone to kill him?
But this man... Bing Nandong had a smile on his lips, his eyes showing mockery. He stretched out his bloody fingertips, slid them across the sword and touched the back of the other person's hand, then stroked the other person's cheek, staining the pale face with his dirty blood.
This person will not kill people.
But he will.
Not only that, he would torture people. He wanted to see others suffer, to see him suffer. Didn't he say that he was here to make him good? Didn't he say that he wanted to be friends with him? Didn't he say that he was here to... kill him? The miserable look of him being locked up doesn't look like he's going to do these things.
Why are you so afraid of him? Aren't you the only one in this world who is for me and belongs only to me?
Bing Nandong couldn't understand it. He had long lost the ability to sense people's thoughts, but he suddenly didn't want to see this person looking weak and tearful. He wanted him to be happy.
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