I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi sighed: "If your injury doesn't heal quickly, what if you encounter ghosts or monsters again? I can't beat them."

Bing Nandong seemed hesitant, but still insisted, "Even so, I can still kill them with one sword."

"Yes, yes, you're the best."

Bing Nandong glared at him, then turned away.

"Then I'll come over?" Fan Zhiyi tentatively took a step forward. Seeing that Bing Nandong did not react, he knelt down behind him. Just as he was about to take out the medicine, he heard Bing Nandong say, "Use this."

Another box of plasters. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but be surprised: "Do you guys carry so much medicine when you go out? This bag of yours is really a treasure."

"This is a Qiankun Bag; you have one too."

Fan Zhiyi was amused. When he read many cultivation novels, this kind of bag was called either Qiankun Bag or Mustard Seed Space. He didn't expect it to be the same in this novel. He wondered if the author dared to come up with a more novel name.

However, having such a thing is indeed very convenient. It can hold those medicine bottles, and later it can also hide all the spirit stones that Bing Nan Dong will give him.

"Where is mine?"

"How would I know... Ouch." Bing Nandong suddenly cried out in pain, then immediately stopped, gritting his teeth and refusing to make another sound.

Fan Zhiyi subconsciously stopped what he was doing: "Did I hit you too hard?"

Bing Nan Dong ignored him.

Sigh, with two wounded patients and a child, their journey is incredibly difficult.

Because of his limited vision, Fan Zhiyi could only get closer. He suggested going to a place with light, but Bing Nandong, that brat, refused no matter what, and even complained that Fan Zhiyi's breath was very uncomfortable on his back.

So now he's even wrong to breathe?

Fearing that something might be missed, Fan Zhiyi applied ointment to his entire back, and then asked out of kindness, "Can you reach your buttocks and legs? Do you need me to help you apply it there?"

"You!" Bing Nandong immediately stood up, picked up his sword, wrapped his clothes around himself, and quickly moved away from Fan Zhiyi, like a cat with its fur standing on end, looking fierce and menacing.

If it weren't for the darkness around them, Fan Zhiyi would have been able to see Bing Nandong's face turn bright red.

Fan Zhiyi blinked. Wasn't this just a normal expression of concern and comfort? Why was he reacting so strongly?

“You…” Bing Nandong held back for a long time, but couldn’t utter a single word.

Fan Zhiyi nodded, then asked doubtfully, "I..."

"How can you speak so rudely!"

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Vulgar? How was he vulgar? Isn't this a normal part of the body? Or is it because this world doesn't allow such talk?

What was the formal term for "buttocks" again? He thought that since the world was so accustomed to same-sex marriage, it was considered a relatively enlightened place.

Out of humanitarian spirit, Fan Zhiyi changed his question: "Do you need my help with your buttocks right now?" Something felt off.

These words were extremely damaging, and both sides fell silent.

Fan Zhiyi felt that silence would become awkward if it went on for too long. Although it was already starting to feel awkward, he still decided to be the first to speak: "Actually, it's nothing. When you were unconscious last night, I was the one who applied all the medicine all over your body."

Bing Nandong: "..."

Silence, a deathly silence.

Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong take a few more steps back. If it weren't for the space constraints, Fan Zhiyi suspected that Bing Nandong could have retreated a hundred thousand miles.

Then Bing Nandong took a deep breath, turned his back, and walked back to the place with candlelight to lie down. His figure was eerily quiet.

Fan Zhiyi used his not-so-bright brain to think about it, and reviewed what he had said. He still didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Was he just too thick-skinned?

No, is it really okay for Bingnan Dong's buttocks and legs not to be treated?

Fan Zhiyi walked over and saw that Bing Nandong was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. He quietly returned to his original seat and had just sat down when he heard Bing Nandong quickly turn over and face away from him.

The temperature dropped at night, and the abandoned temple was very well-ventilated, making it chilly.

Fortunately, the clothes she was wearing and the clothes she was wearing were quite warm, which allowed Fan Zhiyi to doze off for a little while. However, as dawn approached, Fan Zhiyi was too cold to sleep anymore. When she opened her eyes, she found that Bing Nandong was gone again, leaving only a piece of clothing to cover Xiao Bao.

The sound of rain could still be heard outside. Fan Zhiyi, wrapped in his clothes, had just reached the door when he was shivering from the cold wind.

He turned to look at Bing Nandong, who had been sitting by the door for who knows how long. Bing Nandong had dark circles under his eyes and looked much more haggard.

Just as Fan Zhiyi was about to say a few words of concern, Bing Nandong suddenly stood up and quickly moved to the side to distance himself from Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Is he really that scary?

"Um, are you okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bing Nandong glared at Fan Zhiyi.

Seeing the way he looked like he wanted to devour him alive, Fan Zhiyi instantly fell silent.

Dude, I didn't do anything to you.

He had originally wanted the boy to help him pack his things; these porcelain bottles were making it hard for him to walk, and he couldn't bear to throw them away, just in case they came in handy later.

A light drizzle was falling, and the already bumpy mountain road was now filled with many puddles of varying sizes.

Fan Zhiyi disliked rainy days and the damp feeling, especially since his shoes weren't waterproof; the wetness was very uncomfortable.

Just then, he noticed something that seemed to be flying in from a distance through the rain.

Then Bing Nandong reached out his hand, and the thing fell into his hand.

Fan Zhiyi looked over curiously and found it was a paper crane.

Bing Nandong unfolded the paper crane, scanned it, and then conjured fire in his hand to burn it.

Noticing a burning gaze fixed on him, Bing Nandong glanced over and saw Fan Zhiyi's sparkling eyes. He couldn't help but frown with utter disdain: "What kind of expression is that?"

An expression of admiration and envy.

Fan Zhiyi really thought these spells were so cool. Damn it, how could he be given a body that couldn't be cultivated after transmigrating to this world!

He refused to believe it. He was determined to follow the inspirational upgrade path, proving that youth is not to be underestimated! He would transmigrate into a book, he would definitely be the protagonist, and he would definitely have a cheat code!

Fan Zhiyi could only console himself with this thought: Damn it, he also wanted to let the paper cranes fly around and play.

Bing Nandong gave a haughty snort, went inside and took Xiao Bao out, then walked into the rain without even looking at Fan Zhiyi, setting up a barrier. Fan Zhiyi could only wisely follow him.

Despite their tiff, Bing Nandong still managed to create a barrier for Fan Zhiyi, preventing him from getting wet in the rain.

Xiao Bao was handed over to Bing Nandong, so Fan Zhiyi was responsible for carrying the medicine bottles.

The journey was so boring, and the atmosphere between them was really awkward. Fan Zhiyi wanted to find someone to talk to.

He glanced at Xiaobao, who was still asleep, then at Bing Nandong. The other man sensed his gaze and stiffened unnaturally, then looked down at him with feigned fierceness: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

Bing Nandong: "..." They quickly distanced themselves.

Judging from his expression, Fan Zhiyi felt that this man was about to unleash a torrent of abuse on him.