"What did you want to say to me today when Murong Xiao interrupted you?" Bing Nandong asked this question unexpectedly.
Fan Zhiyi's mind froze: "Nothing."
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Bing Nandong didn't ask any further questions, but just stared at him for a long time.
Fan Zhiyi was so stared at that he was digging his toes into the ground. He began to wonder if this person had been provoked to the point of going crazy. Otherwise, why would he behave so strangely? Then Bing Nandong immediately asked him in that familiar tone: "Are you the reincarnation of a starving ghost?"
The difference is that this voice is exceptionally gentle, like a spring breeze.
Fan Zhiyi felt that this spring breeze was the calm before the storm and would immediately turn into a tornado, so he whispered to him: "I'm very hungry." Man is iron and rice is steel, and he will be very hungry if he doesn't eat for a meal.
Bing Nandong laughed again, and Fan Zhiyi got goosebumps all over his body. "Well, can I make you a small suggestion?"
"explain."
"Can you please not sneer so suddenly? It's scary, especially after I made you angry." Fan Zhiyi said as he looked at Bing Nandong, observing his expression.
“…I didn’t sneer.”
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
Bing Nandong: "..."
Finally, after kneeling for long enough, Fan Zhiyi even had difficulty standing up. Fortunately, Bing Nandong wrapped his hand with gauze, otherwise it would be bad if he got an infection when he stood up without paying attention.
Bing Nandong held Fan Zhiyi's hand and helped him up: "How is your knee?"
"My legs are numb, so of course my knees hurt." Fan Zhiyi limped, as if he couldn't walk anymore. "Wait for me to slow down."
"No rush." Bing Nandong said, holding Fan Zhiyi's hand tightly.
Fortunately, after Fan Zhiyi moved around a little, his symptoms improved a lot and he didn't feel as uncomfortable anymore.
The shortcut that Bingnandong mentioned was indeed very close, but it was extremely remote, with few people walking on it, and it was overgrown with weeds. There was no obvious road at all. Fan Zhiyi could only follow Bingnandong, turning left and right continuously. He didn't know how Bingnandong remembered this road.
Fan Zhiyi was a talkative person, so he asked directly.
Bing Nandong then said that this was something he, Wu Bai, Qin Shuan, Lu Changfu and Xu Qing had discovered when they were kids when they sneaked down the mountain to play. There was no one guarding it, and it had always been a secret between them.
Bingnan Dong still has such moments. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but feel curious, but it can also be seen that Bingnan Dongyu and these junior brothers and sisters have a really good relationship, worthy of the affection they have grown up with.
However, Fan Zhiyi thought of Qin Shuan's ferocious face, and the strangely calm figures of Lu Changfu and Wu Bai under the competition stage. He didn't know whether Bing Nandong had noticed anything wrong, or maybe he was just overthinking it.
This time when they went to Zui Xiang Lou, they were still in the private room on the second floor, and Bing Nandong ordered a lot of dishes.
Fan Zhiyi listened to the names of the dishes and interrupted him midway: "The doctor said you need to eat something light."
Bing Nandong didn't look at him and said directly: "You can eat."
Well, that does make sense, so even if Fan Zhiyi tried hard to hold on, he really couldn't finish a single bite of food.
He lay on the back of the chair, stroking his ball-like belly: "Satisfied, very satisfied, but I can't eat anymore! I can't do it anymore, can you pack it up?"
"Sit for a while, then go back."
Fan Zhiyi looked over and happened to meet Bing Nandong's eyes. Embarrassed, he looked away: "By the way, the competition is over, so what are you going to do next? Just go to the academy every day? Why don't you consider taking a few days off? After all, your injury needs to be healed."
"These injuries are nothing serious."
Judging from Zhang's arrogant tone, it seemed Bing Nandong would be busy again tomorrow. This was within Fan Zhiyi's expectations, so he wasn't too surprised.
After coming out of Zui Xiang Lou, Fan Zhiyi felt sorry that he couldn't pack up the food and take it away.
His lips and teeth were still lingering with the delicious taste. No wonder Zui Xiang Lou was known as the best of Tianyun Sect. The dishes were truly excellent. Seeing him so reluctant to leave, Bing Nandong said, "You can come and eat when you want to. There's no need to be so formal."
"Oh, you don't understand." Although Fan Zhiyi would not treat his stomach badly, he was not so arrogant as to go to a luxurious restaurant every day. After all, he still had to save spirit stones.
The night wind was cool, and Fan Zhiyi's knees weren't hurting anymore, so he suggested taking a walk to help digest the food.
The street past Zui Xiang Lou was noticeably less crowded. At this moment, Fan Zhiyi's Qiankun bag began to vibrate inopportunely.
This omen, this bad premonition...
Fan Zhiyi tried to cover the Qiankun bag, but it didn't work. He smiled apologetically at Bing Nandong, and just as he opened the Qiankun bag, a token flew out impatiently. Fan Zhiyi held it in his hand and glanced at Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong said softly, "Answer it." Then he stared at Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi felt himself sweating profusely, thinking that Zhuang Yujing really knew how to pick the right time. He then said to the token, "Um, I'm not here right now..."
"Fan Zhiyi, has there been any activity over there these past two days? I heard the competition is over but no one from the sect showed up. What happened?" Zhuang Yujing started talking non-stop. "You don't know, I was arrested by my dad after just a few days out, and now I'm trying to find another way to get out."
"I don't have any news. You should stay in Jiuwanli for now."
"How is it possible? It's obvious..."
"Ah, what did you say?"
"What? Fan Zhiyi, what are you doing? Forget it. Anyway, first, you..."
Fan Zhiyi was afraid that Zhuang Yujing would say something shocking, so he raised his voice and interrupted, "Ah, what did you say? My signal isn't very good, I can't hear you. Let's hang up first."
"How could I not hear it?" Zhuang Yujing began to doubt himself. "He An, could this thing break?"
"I don't know." This was He An's voice.
Fan Zhiyi said, "I really can't hear clearly, maybe it's because of my backer, hahahaha, we'll talk about it later." Fan Zhiyi turned the token over and over, "How do I close this?"
Last time, it was Zhuang Yujing who shut down the token first, and Fan Zhiyi has been in a relatively passive state. On the other side of the token, Zhuang Yujing and He An were still discussing what the "signal" Fan Zhiyi mentioned meant.
"Fan Zhiyi, did you just mean that this token can't transmit my voice? Impossible, He An and I have confirmed it..."
Suddenly, He An realized, "It really seems that it's not working."
After these words were spoken, the four people fell silent at the same time.
Bing Nandong sent out a stream of spiritual power, and the world became quiet, and the token returned to calm.
Then Fan Zhiyi heard Bing Nandong laugh: "You guys are actually still using this to communicate? What kind of information are you planning to exchange?"
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