People are selfish, so why should he always consider things from other people's perspectives? After all, he is just a character in the book, so there is no need to gamble himself.
There was no way to convince himself with such words. Fan Zhiyi had always known that no one is heartless. Bing Nandong's concern made Fan Zhiyi feel uncomfortable whenever he thought of it. He had lacked the care of relatives and friends since he was a child, and this kind of care was difficult for him to refuse.
"Bingnandong, if, that is..."
No, I can’t say.
Actually, it’s not a very important matter. There’s no need to say it now. It’s not too late to say it after you have the ability to protect yourself and can survive even if you leave Bing Nandong.
No, no, Bing Nandong is getting deeper and deeper into trouble, and Fan Zhiyi really feels guilty.
Living under someone else's identity feels like stealing someone else's life. Fan Zhiyi feels uncomfortable, but there is no other way.
After waiting for Fan Zhiyi to speak for a long time, Bing Nandong urged him, "Go ahead."
"If I'm hiding something very important from you, what will happen if you find out?"
"How could you possibly hide something from me?" Bing Nandong mocked him mercilessly.
“…”Forget it, he’d better not say it.
Seeing that Fan Zhiyi really didn't intend to talk anymore, Bing Nandong glanced at him secretly and said, "Forget it, you talk and I'll listen."
“…”
"Senior Brother, what a coincidence." When Fan Zhiyi was hesitating, a voice interrupted his thoughts, as if it was destined that he would not be able to continue the topic.
Fan Zhiyi spat on himself and breathed a sigh of relief.
The visitor's gaze shifted to Fan Zhiyi, who was standing next to Bing Nandong. His eyes were filled with malice, and as moist as a poisonous snake, causing Fan Zhiyi to get goose bumps all over his body.
He knew that Murong Xiao had probably seen his performance at the conference and had probably guessed that he hadn't followed his instructions. He had already offended Murong Xiao, and he didn't know how he would deal with him in the future.
If he really told Bing Nandong that he was not his original self and lost Bing Nandong's protection, Murong Xiao might be the first to kill him. After all, in their eyes, he knew too much.
However, Fan Zhiyi still underestimated the setting of this world. He didn't expect that Murong Xiao's eyes had another meaning.
Murong Xiao simply glanced at Fan Zhiyi from head to toe. Bing Nandong slightly shifted his pace to shield Fan Zhiyi from this unfriendly gaze and said coldly, "What a coincidence, Junior Brother Murong."
"Big Brother's feat on the competition stage has earned me great respect." Murong Xiao said with a forced smile, "He truly stole the show."
His two followers laughed disdainfully, but Bing Nandong ignored them, grabbed Fan Zhiyi's arm through his sleeve and was about to leave, not wanting to cause trouble, but it was obvious that the other party didn't think so.
"Big Brother." Murong Xiao raised his voice, his words laced with sarcasm. "A tall tree attracts the wind. Big Brother, you must be extra careful. After all, you still have to contribute to Ghost Gate in the future and pave the way for me to become the leader. If Big Brother dies like this, I will be very embarrassed."
What the hell, what does Bing Nandong’s going to fill the Ghost Gate have to do with the position of the head of the sect?
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong's straight back. He seemed not to be moved by these words at all, and even the speed of his pace did not change.
However, the more this happened, the deeper Fan Zhiyi's frown deepened, and he analyzed in his mind:
Murong Xiao is the son of the sect leader, so it is natural that he will be the first to get the position of the sect leader. Moreover, after Bing Nandong successfully sacrifices to the Ghost Gate, the status of Tianyun Sect in the world of immortal cultivation will definitely increase... In general, it is indeed making wedding clothes for others.
"Bingnandong, don't be so shameless! Tianyunmen will be mine from now on, and everything you have will be mine!" Seeing Bingnandong didn't react, Murong Xiao roared, "Do you think winning a competition is a big deal? You're going to die anyway. Beg me, maybe I'll reserve a memorial tablet for you in the future."
Fan Zhiyi grabbed Bing Nandong and stopped him. Behind him, Murong Xiao was still venting his long-held dissatisfaction: "Bing Nandong, if my father hadn't stopped me from clashing with you, do you think you could still be so arrogant? I'm a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than you!"
Fan Zhiyi couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned around and said calmly, "Then let's have a competition."
"Does Bing Nandong dare?" Murong Xiao sneered and looked at Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi felt that this man was really shameless. Bing Nandong was now a wounded soldier, but he was still thinking about challenging Bing Nandong. Why didn't he challenge him when he was still well?
Fan Zhiyi pointed at himself and said, "No need for Bing Nandong, I can do it."
Bing Nandong immediately and forcefully grabbed Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi secretly patted the back of his hand to show him not to worry, and then wiped Bing Nandong's hand away.
The three people opposite laughed so hard when they heard Fan Zhiyi say this. Murong Xiao looked at Fan Zhiyi with disdain, with an ambiguous smile on his lips.
Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi took a few steps forward with a smile on his face and said, "But I don't have any cultivation skills either. If this gets out, it might just accuse you of bullying me, ruining your reputation. So, why don't we just compete in a pure martial arts match, one that doesn't involve spiritual energy? How about that?"
"Okay, if I win, I want you and Bing Nandong to kneel down and kowtow to me three times."
"No problem." Fan Zhiyi said, "If I win, you don't ask for anything else, just give me 100,000 spirit stones."
"You are robbing money!" Murong Xiao's followers immediately pointed at Fan Zhiyi and stood up for him.
Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes wide, looking innocent: "Brother, what do you mean by that? You think your son can't beat me, right?"
The man was speechless and could only whisper in Murong Xiao's ear, "Sir, let's not bother with them. I heard Fan Zhiyi's physical skills are quite good."
"Shut up!" Murong Xiao pushed him away instantly and glared at Fan Zhiyi, "Where are we going to compete?"
"Let's put it this way. The rule is that as long as the opponent is hit by your punch, he or she loses." Fan Zhiyi said carefully.
Murong Xiao folded his arms and smiled: "Simple, for the sake of fairness, I will let you three moves."
Hearing this, Fan Zhiyi raised his eyebrows: "Really?"
How could Fan Zhiyi refuse such a good thing that came to his door? He flexed his wrist and walked forward.
Murong Xiao watched him walk up to him, look around strangely, measure something, and then stand a little further away.
His henchman said, "Are you planning some shady trick? Young Master, be careful. This guy is incredibly cunning."
Murong Xiao sneered and looked at Fan Zhiyi busying himself, impatiently asking, "Are you done?"
"Hmm." Fan Zhiyi stood still. "Then I'll count to three and then start. One..."
As soon as Fan Zhiyi uttered the word "one", he immediately punched out, hitting Murong Xiao's left cheek exactly. After the punch, Fan Zhiyi immediately jumped back like a rabbit, grabbed Bing Nandong and started running wildly.
He is not a fool. He should have some idea of his own weight. Since he dares to say so, there must be a reason.
He just couldn't stand the smug look on this guy's face, and no one wanted to have a fight with him honestly.
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