Fan Zhiyi: "..." You have to pretend with him, right? "I saw you vomit blood."
Bing Nandong: "...I'm almost well now. My health is much better than someone else's."
"Are you sure?" Fan Zhiyi suddenly paused, then sneezed loudly.
This sneeze blew out He An and Zhuang Yujing.
He An looked at Fan Zhiyi, rubbing his nose. He was only wearing a thin undershirt and was immediately furious: "Why did you run out like this?"
"Ah?" Well, facing the accusations of many people, Fan Zhiyi decided to go back and change his clothes. However, He An was still lecturing him: "You just recovered from a serious illness. What if you catch a cold again?"
Fan Zhiyi didn't understand why He An suddenly cared so much about him: "So my fever is because I have a cold?"
"How could it be just like this? Have you forgotten what the doctor said? You're not still having a fever, are you?" He An touched Fan Zhiyi's forehead and said, "Isn't this good?"
Fan Zhiyi silently retreated behind Bing Nandong. He felt that He An had become strange after he woke up. Didn’t he look like someone who should be avoided like the plague before? Why was he so friendly now?
Bing Nandong said directly: "You scared him."
He An pointed at himself: "Me? Am I that scary?"
Yes, it’s scary enthusiastic.
Zhuang Yujing coughed twice, signaling He An to leave, then glanced at Bing Nandong and said, "I need to talk to Fan Zhiyi alone."
Bingnan Dongli ignored him and looked at Fan Zhiyi: "Go into the house and pack up, then come back to Tianyunmen with me."
Zhuang Yujing's calm demeanor instantly faltered, and he angrily said, "Can you please respect me and listen to me carefully? Why did you ask him to go back to Tianyun Sect? He's fine here, and you can even come visit and recuperate while you're here. Besides, if you bring a ghost back, who knows how the old man at Tianyun Sect will nag you."
Bing Nandong glanced at Zhuang Yujing. Fan Zhiyi felt that what Zhuang Yujing said was unreasonable and quickly interrupted, "How about I stay for a few more days? After all, no one in Tianyun Sect knows I'm awake except you."
Bing Nandong didn't say anything. Fan Zhiyi knew he was considering it, but after a while, Bing Nandong said, "No."
"Okay!" Fan Zhiyi retorted, then smiled friendlyly at Bing Nandong's gloomy gaze, dragged the man back into the house, waved to A Yu, and closed the door.
"Look, doesn't Tianyun Sect have that second elder? He wanted to kill Xiaoyu from the beginning. Besides, there are too many cultivators over there, and Xiaoyu will be scared."
A Yu understood what Fan Zhiyi meant and nodded in agreement, looking pitiful.
Bing Nandong sneered, not even looking at A Yu: "Don't you think Zhuang Yujing and the others are monks?"
Fan Zhiyi racked his brains to continue trying to persuade her with words, but Bing Nandong asked, "Do you really want to stay here?"
"Um, just stay for two or three days? When your injury is almost healed, we'll go back."
"Then you keep it." Bing Nandong said lightly, pushed the door open and walked out with big strides.
Fan Zhiyi waved: "Oh, no, I still have to go back, remember to pick me up."
Why do I feel angry again? A man's heart is really hard to understand. Oh, I think I'm a man too, so I can figure it out very well. Fan Zhiyi nodded and expressed his sincere admiration for himself.
Ah Yu breathed out grimly beside him: "My ashes."
Fan Zhiyi screamed in fear and almost punched him.
Ah Yu floated near him and kept nagging: "My ashes, my ashes..."
"Okay, okay, I get it. Did Bing Nandong help you find it?"
"It was on him. Bing Nandong was not available that night, so it was dug out the next day. I tell you, you don't know the scene at that time, wow..." Before A Yu could finish his sigh, he was interrupted by Zhuang Yujing.
He approached step by step, half-covering his face with a fan, his smile gradually becoming sinister. Fan Zhiyi inexplicably felt a little scared: "You, what are you doing?"
"He An, close the door."
Why do I feel like I want to kill him to silence him? No way, no way, is this the reason Bing Nandong must take him away? No, help me, Bing Nandong, I was wrong!
Fan Zhiyi was pressed down by He An to sit on the edge of the bed, while A Yu stood trembling beside him under the gaze of the two monks, Zhuang Yujing and He An.
Fan Zhiyi was a little curious: "Weren't you quite powerful when you were in the haunted house?"
Ah Yu whispered to him, "The situation is different now."
"No private communication!" Zhuang Yujing tapped at them with the tip of his fan, and continued to look around with disgust, but couldn't find a second stool. He could only go out reluctantly, and then asked someone to bring him an elegant and luxurious chair.
Zhuang Yujing sat down and patted the armrest, very satisfied: "This is more like judging someone."
Since Zhuang Yujing often does some inexplicable things, Fan Zhiyi still says he is used to it.
Zhuang Yujing cleared his throat and said, "Go ahead."
"say what?"
"How did you seduce Bing Nandong? Did you learn some dirty tricks to confuse his mind?" Zhuang Yujing paused, then suddenly realized, "You wouldn't be with that young lady from Xue's house..."
Fan Zhiyi replied, "Her name is Xue Xiuniang."
"Yes, we are in the same group anyway!"
"Have you ever seen an accomplice who chases you with a big kitchen knife and wants to eat you up bit by bit?"
"That's because you were stupid. You broke down the conversation with her."
Fan Zhiyi was left speechless: "I have no way of learning magic."
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