After doing all this, Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong pick up his iron box without any hesitation and said, "Confiscate it."
"ah?"
Fan Zhiyi had taken out the papers from the iron box and placed them on the table before, so now only the bottles were left in the iron box.
Bing Nandong didn't give him any explanation and took it away. Fan Zhiyi caught up with him and held him back: "No, I took it. But you have to tell me what it is. Is it poison?"
"...Yes, it's very dangerous, it's best not to touch it."
After receiving a positive answer, Fan Zhiyi stopped worrying about it.
Although love makes people blind, Bing Nandong is not a fool. He must know why the original body uses these things. Now he has caught one ready-made one. Even if he likes the original body very much, he must also consider his own safety.
After all, what’s the point of talking about love if you’re going to die?
After solving this problem, Fan Zhiyi thought about the question he had asked earlier, which Bing Nandong had almost brushed off. "So, what exactly did I ask you to do at the back cliff of the bamboo forest? I must have asked you out for some special reason. Otherwise, based on what you've said about my old personality, why would I ask you out for no reason?"
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi without saying anything, but his eyes seemed to say everything, and were particularly deep.
Finally, Bing Nandong frowned slightly, as if enduring some pain: "Fan Zhiyi, my wound seems to have opened again, please help me apply the medicine."
When Fan Zhiyi heard this, even though he knew it was a tactic to change the subject, he still fell for it willingly, unable to think about anything else. "See, I told you not to carry around all that stuff, and now you're alright? Just take everything."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Zhiyi was hugged by Xiao Hei.
It didn't really matter whether Xiao Hei was held or not, so Fan Zhiyi let him go. He then tried to grab the iron box, which was quite heavy with all the medicine bottles in it. "Give it to me. Don't worry, I'll definitely give it to you later."
However, Bing Nandong used the excuse that he was afraid that Fan Zhiyi would do something to replace the gift with something else and did not give it to him. Seeing that this man was so stubborn, Fan Zhiyi angrily called him a "stubborn donkey" and then began to sulk again.
He originally thought that Bing Nandong was lying to him by asking him to apply medicine, but when he arrived at Bing Nandong's room, Bing Nandong actually loosened his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves.
This was the first time Fan Zhiyi had entered Bing Nandong's room in all the days he had been here. They usually communicated in the yard.
Fan Zhiyi was originally very worried. He leaned over to take a look, but saw only a few small scrapes on the arm. "Are those the only ones?" Fan Zhiyi gestured and pointed at Bing Nandong's shoulder. "Here, there are other injuries. The wounds in those places are obviously more serious!"
"The doctors have bandaged it."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He just wanted to hit this man on the head.
But thinking this in his heart, Fan Zhiyi still sat down, dipped his fingers in the ointment, and patiently applied it to Bing Nandong, muttering, "It's not like I can't apply the ointment on my other hand."
"No." Bing Nandong said, "There's also an injury on the other hand."
In order to prove the accuracy of his words, Bing Nandong also lifted up the sleeve of his other hand, which also had some minor abrasions and scratches.
Fan Zhiyi stared at him, then continued with what he was doing. "If there's another competition like this in the future, I want to go with you. Of course, I naturally hope that you won't encounter this kind of competition again. After all, it's too dangerous. I'm not going with you to say I'm ready to do that to you at any time. Although I did many things that were not nice to you before, I can't remember anything now. The main thing is that we've experienced life and death together, so we still have some friendship. I'm here alone, and I'm worried about you..."
Fan Zhiyi kept talking on and on. As soon as he opened his mouth, he poured out all the grievances and worries he had felt in the past few days, and he couldn't stop at all.
When Fan Zhiyi realized it, he realized that he seemed to have been talking for too long. Bing Nandong had already applied medicine to the wounds on both hands, so he smiled apologetically: "I'm not asking you to do anything, the main thing is..."
"I know, I understand." Bing Nandong interrupted.
Fan Zhiyi looked at him, and under the light, he could see that Bing Nandong's handsome face was also covered with countless small wounds and bruises. Even so, it did not conceal his handsomeness, but instead made people feel a little distressed.
There seemed to be a slight smile on Bing Nandong's lips, and his whole expression made people feel his joy.
Has this brother smiled at him too much recently?
Fan Zhiyi thought about it, then sighed: "Then you are sure you don't need my help applying medicine to other wounds, right?"
"Well, how about your injury?"
"Mine?" Fan Zhiyi didn't expect Bing Nandong to ask him, "Mine is ready now."
Although he answered like this, facing Bing Nandong's direct gaze, Fan Zhiyi still pulled up his sleeves.
The wounds were hideous and frightening, but Fan Zhiyi didn't care: "Look, they're almost healed. It's just that these marks can't be removed, but that's okay. The wound on your waist is also healed, so don't worry about me. The most important thing is to take good care of yourself."
Bing Nandong looked at the scar for a long moment before answering, "Okay."
"Then I'll go back."
"good."
Fan Zhiyi didn't know if Bing Nandong had heard what he said, but at least he was back safely. Just as he reached the door, Bing Nandong stopped him, "Fan Zhiyi, tomorrow morning, come with me to the clinic to get some medicine changed. Then we'll go to Zui Xiang Lou."
Fan Zhiyi's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Um."
"OK." Fan Zhiyi responded and returned to the room.
After two days of fear, I can finally have a good sleep tonight.
After Fan Zhiyi left, Bing Nandong finally couldn't help but support himself on the table with one hand to prevent himself from falling down.
There was almost no intact skin on his body, as he had suffered injuries of varying degrees.
The death of that man on the first day seemed to be the beginning of a series of battles. From then on, the next two days were a fight of life and death. In this competition alone, nearly half of the disciples trained by various sects who came to participate died.
Bing Nandong did not kill them, but that does not mean that the others think the same way. They have reached a crazy point in being the only candidate for the Ghost Gate. Bing Nandong does not understand what their sect said to them that caused them to become like that.
They have already separated themselves from human beings and become like animals that only fight to kill. They are even more ruthless than Qin Qianchi and will use any means necessary.
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