So several people knelt there. Fortunately, it was a cloudy day today, so it was just stuffy but not sunny.
Fan Zhiyi didn't kneel for long before he felt a bit overwhelmed. Perhaps because the elder trusted them too much, or perhaps because he had great confidence in the Tianyun Sect's education, he didn't even send a disciple to keep an eye on them.
Murong Xiao at the back was also kneeling in an unbearable state. His followers comforted him and applied medicine to him. The two groups of people never spoke to each other again, maintaining a seemingly peaceful state.
Fan Zhiyi also took out the medicine bottle from his Qiankun bag, shook it in front of Bing Nandong, and whispered, "You apply it first."
"I do." Bing Nandong pushed it back to Fan Zhiyi.
Since that was the case, Fan Zhiyi applied the medicine to himself first and then looked to the side. Seeing Bing Nandong still kneeling so obediently, he said, "Put out your hands and I'll help you."
“No need.”
Unable to resist, Fan Zhiyi did not force it and blew on his hands to relieve the stinging caused by the ointment.
It was a bit boring to just kneel like this, but Murong Xiao and the others were still there. Fan Zhiyi couldn't talk to Bing Nandong as recklessly as usual, as it would be easy to be discovered. So he decided to just sit there in a daze.
This time was too unbearable. Fan Zhiyi moved left and right, bored to the point of sleepiness, and his body swayed from side to side like a tumbler. Every time his head dropped a little like a chicken pecking at rice, he would immediately raise his head and close his eyes again, repeating the cycle over and over again.
Later, when Murong Xiao and the others stood up, Fan Zhiyi woke up again in shock. He realized that Murong Xiao and the others had knelt for the time being and could leave now.
Fan Zhiyi turned his head to look at them: "Hey, Master, if I hit you with a punch, does that mean I win? What about the spirit stones? How long will it take to pay?"
The three men glared at them fiercely, but did not dare to act presumptuously again. They left without saying anything.
Fan Zhiyi didn't really think he could get it, he just wanted to disgust Murong Xiao.
But now that Murong Xiao and the others have left, it’s time for Bing Nandong to kneel as punishment.
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong and saw that he was still kneeling on the ground, so he moved over and could finally talk to him openly: "It's time, why don't you leave?"
Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi and said, "Don't take Murong Xiao's words to heart."
"What?"
“…”
Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nandong might want to scold him, but he managed to hold it back.
But Fan Zhiyi didn't care. Thinking back to the feeling of running freely just now, he almost burst out laughing. "At the time, I just thought I was so awesome, I didn't pay much attention to what he said. Do you know what "awesome" means? It means really awesome."
"Silly." Bing Nandong replied to him, but still did not get up and leave.
Fan Zhiyi asked, "Are you accompanying me like this? You don't have to kneel down to accompany me. You can go get me a cushion or something to support my knees and sit next to me and talk to me."
“…”
"No, brother, are you unhappy again? You are always so easily unhappy. I might as well give you a nickname called Unhappy." Fan Zhiyi said half-jokingly
But Bing Nandong suddenly stared at him nervously: "What did you call me?"
"……elder brother?"
Fan Zhiyi noticed that Bing Nandong's ears were turning red at a visible speed, and his entire face was also red. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "You are not polite."
Is there anything wrong with calling me brother? Isn't that a normal name?
Fan Zhiyi didn't understand what Bing Nandong was thinking, but suddenly he became furious and leaned over to him: "Brother, brother? Big brother? Brother?"
Bing Nandong stood up suddenly, which scared Fan Zhiyi.
His face was as red as if it was cooked. He lowered his eyes and looked at Fan Zhiyi, seeming a little angry.
Fan Zhiyi didn't expect Bing Nandong to react so strongly. He knew he had gone too far, so he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't know what was wrong with that name, I shouldn't have joked about it."
Bing Nandong didn't listen to Fan Zhiyi's explanation and turned away.
Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to get up and chase after him. He could only look at him and shout, "Hey, hey, don't be angry, I really didn't mean it!"
Okay, let’s play, who can beat me? Now you’ve angered the only person who can talk.
Fan Zhiyi slapped his forehead in regret, feeling that he had indeed gotten a little too proud of himself today.
"Oh, I'm a little hungry. One hour is equal to two hours, so he still has to kneel for two hours." "Oh," Fan Zhiyi sighed silently in his heart.
He then began to daydream and talk to himself. If someone were present at this moment, they would have thought he was losing his mind.
I don’t know how long it took, Fan Zhiyi felt like it might have been as long as a century, when Bing Nandong came back.
The first time Fan Zhiyi saw this person, he almost cried for joy. Before he could say anything, Bing Nandong spoke first: "Raise your knees a little." Then he put the cushion in his hand under Fan Zhiyi's knees.
I'm flattered. I'm so flattered.
Fan Zhiyi felt extremely surreal: "If the Second Elder saw this, I'd probably be scolded to death."
"What are you afraid of?" Bing Nandong didn't care. He then put another cushion aside and sat on it with his clothes gathered up.
In fact, Bing Nandong not only brought two cushions, but also held an oil-paper bag in his other hand.
Fan Zhiyi stared at it intently, then looked at Bing Nandong, and saw that Bing Nandong turned his head to the side, not looking at him. He was holding the oil-paper bag with force, leaving five fingerprints.
Then, Bing Nandong was the first to lose patience with Fan Zhiyi's stare and thrust the oil-paper bag into Fan Zhiyi's arms: "This is for you."
He was originally thinking about how to word this to Fan Zhiyi so that it wouldn't seem too deliberate, but now it seems that it would be better to be straightforward.
Fan Zhiyi's eyes lit up, and he opened the layers of oil paper that were wrapped very carefully. Inside was a shiny chicken leg, and the fat on the skin was very appetizing.
But Fan Zhiyi didn't eat first and asked, "Did you go to the cafeteria?"
"Where else did this thing come from?"
"The food in the cafeteria is so good." Fan Zhiyi exclaimed, then took a bite and instantly wanted to take back what he had just said.
This taste reminded him of the cafeteria when he was in school. Ah, it was still that standard and nostalgic taste.
Fan Zhiyi chewed the food in his mouth and commented, "It's a bit salty." The food in the cafeteria is either too bland or too salty, there is no such thing as just the right amount.
Bing Nandong turned his head and stared at him, his expression still not improving: "Fill your stomach first, when the time comes, we will go down the mountain to Zui Xiang Lou."
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