After hearing this, Bing Nandong only raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his eyes filled with sarcasm: "It's too late."
“There’s still time!”
"Zhuang Yujing, who do you think you are? Ninety thousand miles are gone, where can I go with you?"
"I am rebuilding Jiuwanli. Bingnandong, where there is a place for me, there must be a place for you!"
"You are always as naive as ever." Bing Nandong clenched the dagger, and the sword cut his palm, and blood "pattered" to the ground. "I can't go back. My hands are covered in blood, including the blood of the man who broke your arm. Do you know how he died? He broke your arm, so I broke his limbs and watched him writhe and struggle on the ground until he died. And those who participated in the massacre and harmed Fan Zhiyi, I will not let any of them go!"
Zhuang Yujing listened with a frown on his face. Grief and indignation surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but shout, "Me too. So, you should have gone the same way as me, instead of..."
Bing Nandong's laughter grew louder and louder. As he laughed, he suddenly frowned, turned around and ignored him.
"Bingnandong, Bingnandong!" Zhuang Yujing screamed heartbreakingly, trying his best to run up and catch him.
But He An held the man tightly and dragged him in the opposite direction of Bing Nandong: "Master! There is no time!"
"Leave, the people from Tianyun Sect are coming to kill you again." Bing Nandong said.
Zhuang Yujing made a frantic gesture to break free. He stared fiercely at He An and said, "Let go! Let go!"
"Zhuang Yujing, you and I have always been enemies. We were enemies when we were young, and we are even more so now. Leave me alone." Bing Nandong said, "Let's go."
"Master! Bing Nandong will not leave with you easily now. If you delay any longer, the remaining people in Tianyun Sect..."
Zhuang Yujing finally stopped struggling and stared at Bing Nandong's back with a complicated expression: "Bing Nandong, I will not give up on you. You must be alive before we meet again."
“…”
Bing Nandong stopped again. He held the broken sword in his hand, looked at the dirty sachet tied to the end of the sword, and just held it tightly in his palm.
Extra Six Twos
When the tip of the sword pierced Lu Changfu's heart, Bing Nandong saw an expression of relief on Lu Changfu's face.
This expression looked particularly abrupt on his face. He fell to the ground with his limbs spread out, allowing the sword to pierce straighter and deeper, piercing him and nailing him to the ground.
"I lost." Lu Changfu said with a smile. He still looked at Bing Nandong so gently, just like when he competed with Bing Nandong before anything happened in the past, and his tone after losing was exactly the same.
"Do you regret it?"
"I made a wrong bet, so what's there to regret?" Lu Changfu smiled. "A person's life is meaningless. We come and go aimlessly. To me, death is more comfortable."
"Come to think of it, I remembered something." Mr. Lu looked up at the sky, blood oozing from his mouth, but he still smiled and continued to chatter.
"Do you remember that incident when we were little? I was standing by and watching two disciples fight. They fought so fiercely, as if they wouldn't stop until one of them died. I could have seen the end, but you showed up and stopped them. You even lectured me, saying that as a senior brother, I wasn't fulfilling my responsibilities and didn't control the behavior of my junior brothers and sisters. You know, I started the fight. Also, when we were little, you caught me killing rabbits and you lectured me again, telling me that it was wrong. Come to think of it, you lectured me so often when I was little, so later on, I started to imitate your emotions and actions, trying to be a normal person by imitating you."
Bing Nandong stared at him with his cold eyes. Even though they grew up together, even though they had known each other for years, even though he had once regarded her as a close friend, he would never be able to see through what this person was thinking.
Lu Changfu's pupils moved, and his gaze focused on Bing Nandong's face: "I'm finally going to die, Nandong. When I die, don't bury me, burn me instead."
“…”
Mr. Lu chuckled again and closed his eyes peacefully.
Bing Nandong drew his sword and looked in another direction without looking at him again.
After staying here for too long, Fan Zhiyi ran away.
He had to find a way to make people willingly be captured and never think of running away again.
Bing Nandong left without any regrets, and a ghost fire rose on the spot, burning everything inside.
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