I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

The next day, Fan Zhiyi was woken up by a fall. The pain in his buttocks was still fresh, and the pain in his waist was even more unbearable. He screamed in agony a few times.

Suddenly waking up from his sleep made his nerves tense up immediately, thinking that some ghost or monster was attacking him again.

He rolled around on the floor before stopping. Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong prop himself up halfway, his strong and muscular arms particularly eye-catching, though his expression wasn't exactly benevolent.

"Where is this?"

"A garrison at a distance of 90,000 li." Fan Zhiyi was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up for a long time. He rubbed his buttocks and arms. "I said, can't you talk properly? Why did you have to kick me down?"

"Hmph." Bing Nandong sneered, then, as if finally regaining consciousness, he hissed in pain and lay back on the bed. "You mean, you've found Jiuwanli."

"They saved us, otherwise we would have been eaten by ghosts long ago."

Bing Nandong seemed to suddenly realize something, and gritted his teeth, saying, "If I hadn't told that idiot to let go, and that idiot hadn't refused to let go no matter what, would we have ended up like this?"

"..."

"What was my condition when we found them after traveling nine thousand miles?"

"Unconscious."

Bing Nandong didn't speak immediately, seemingly pondering something, before asking, "Was Zhuang Yujing there last night? Did he see me like that?"

"Who?"

"Oh, I forgot your brain isn't working very well these days, although it never really worked very well before."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." I don't want to talk to him.

However, now that he's awake, there's probably nothing to worry about, and Fan Zhiyi noticed that he seems to be in good spirits.

According to the doctor, the medicine would need to be applied again. However, Fan Zhiyi was magnanimous and did not hold a grudge against this boy who was younger than him.

He rubbed the tube of ointment in his palm and asked, "So who is Zhuang Yujing?"

"Just that pampered, idle, and petty thief young master from Jiuwanli," Bing Nandong said casually. "And what about the child?"

"They took them away, but I don't think they'll do anything to Xiaobao. There are some pastries and cold water on the table from last night. Are you thirsty?"

"Heh, you really don't know anything about certain things. You can't even figure out what kind of people these 90,000 miles away are like, yet you still dare to eat their food."

Fan Zhiyi sensed a tension between the two sects: "They said their sect is very upright, and I ate it myself, and there was nothing wrong with it. Actually, it was quite delicious."

"If he says it's all aboveboard, then it's all aboveboard. I bet they've said a lot of bad things about the Tianyun Sect too. Do you think you can believe everything they say? Are you an idiot?"

"...Are you feeling unwell right now?"

"My chest hurts, and my back hurts too. I vaguely remember that it was caused by some idiot dragging me around last night."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Brother, weren't you supposed to be unconscious? How do you still know?

Bing Nandong glanced at him, then sneezed and looked at the mountain of blankets next to her: "Also, some idiot has one blanket and not enough, he also monopolized my bed and blankets."

"I can explain that. I applied the medicine to you last night, and I was thinking of covering you with a blanket later..."

Bing Nandong smiled insincerely and said, "So you ended up falling asleep yourself?" Then Bing Nandong's expression changed. "You applied medicine for me, whose medicine?"

“Nine thousand miles, huh?” Fan Zhiyi blinked, puzzled.

"Idiot, are you really suffering from amnesia? Or are you trying to kill me? I shouldn't have gone back to find you." Bing Nandong said, as he insisted on sitting up, closing his eyes and meditating to examine his internal condition.

Fan Zhiyi heard some incredible news: the boy's appearance in the haunted house was not an accident, but rather a special trip back to find him!

Bai Bai said that the original owner was deliberately abandoned in the haunted house by the Tianyun Sect, which is why he died. I wonder if he will feel any comfort when he hears that someone came back to look for him.

But what good is comforting someone? The dead can't be brought back to life. Fan Zhiyi sighed inwardly.

Bing Nandong completed a full cycle of his internal energy and, finding nothing amiss, called out to Fan Zhiyi, "Bring me the clothes."

Fan Zhiyi raised his hand: "My hands are covered in ointment right now, waiting to apply medicine for you."

Bing Nandong's expression froze for a moment, and he refused almost without thinking, "No need!"

Fan Zhiyi didn't say much about the other party's strange attitude and directly said, "It's no wonder you can't wipe your back yourself, don't be stubborn."

"Give me... hiss."

"See, see, stop fussing, I'll finish applying it for you." Fan Zhiyi softened his movements. Why was this young man making such a fuss? He wasn't going to do anything to him.

With a sense of awe that this world might contain strange settings, Fan Zhiyi asked again, "Are you sure you're a man?"

Bing Nandong glared at him, clearly resistant: "Don't use the medicine from Jiuwanli on me!"

In the end, Fan Zhiyi couldn't persuade him otherwise, but fortunately, the medicine was almost fully applied, so he let the boy do as he pleased.

The doctor's medicine was truly effective; Fan Zhiyi could visibly feel that the injuries on the boy's back and chest had healed considerably. It was just that he himself was suffering; his back, legs, and hands were all in excruciating pain.

Just then, the door was pushed open. Bing Nandong probably wanted to scold Fan Zhiyi, but the words he was about to say were swallowed back down his throat. He and Fan Zhiyi looked towards the door at the same time.

Fan Zhiyi was still kneeling on the bed with his hands raised, while Bing Nandong sat to the side, both of them disheveled.

The person who came in clicked his tongue: "I thought something was wrong, but it turns out you two were doing something shady. You really are worthy of the Tianyun Sect; you never have anything serious on your minds all day long."

“Is that so? Our Tianyun Sect is not like some sects that only eavesdrop.” Bing Nandong retorted sarcastically.

Zhuang Yujing was instantly enraged: "What nonsense are you spouting? I, this young master, have no interest in listening to your filthy affairs!"

"Oh, you're taking it personally."

"..." Zhuang Yujing stared intently at Bing Nandong, wishing he could bite him to death.

“…” Bing Nandong stared fiercely at Zhuang Yujing, wishing he could poke him into a sieve.

At this point, the classic line will appear: "If looks could kill, both sides would be dead a thousand times over."

Fan Zhiyi knew the importance of not trying to mediate a fight to avoid getting hurt in the process; he was just an ordinary citizen.

The next second, Zhuang Yujing crossed his arms and turned the flames towards him: "Bing Nandong, if it weren't for you... this little fiancé begging me so desperately, howling incessantly in front of my door, and me finding it unlucky, do you think I would have wanted to save you?"

"Oh."