I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong walked to the window and opened it to let in fresh air. His high-tied hair was slightly pulled back. From this angle, Fan Zhiyi could only see the boy's handsome profile and slightly lowered eyebrows, as if he was watching the people coming and going on the street.

Next, Bing Nandong slowed down his speech: "In Tianyun Sect, they are all regular disciples, but you are..." He paused, not wanting to mention that relationship anymore, "...were taken into Tianyun Sect, so you have always lived as my book companion."

In short, he wasn't a legitimate disciple, right? Fan Zhiyi asked, "Did these three people have conflicts with me before?"

“Yes.” Bing Nandong’s expression was unreadable. “Changfu doesn’t know, but Qin Shuan and Wu Bai often quarrel with you.”

"fight?"

Bing Nandong fell silent.

Fan Zhiyi suddenly realized something. If Bing Nandong knew so much, what role did he play in all of this? Was he just watching from the sidelines, observing with indifference? So, the original owner believed he had been betrayed by his future partner, which was why he planned to kill Bing Nandong?

Am I being too pessimistic? After spending these few days together, Bing Nandong doesn't seem like that kind of person.

No, no, no, you can know a person's face but not their heart, and this is a fictional world. My life is more important, so I need to think it over carefully.

At this point in the conversation, Bing Nandong pursed his lips and tapped the window frame irregularly with his fingertips. After a while, he continued, "In short, it's best not to let them know that you have amnesia, and don't get close to them, especially when the elders of Tianyun Sect arrive. Be even more careful then."

Bing Nandong seemed to have thought of something again, his expression somewhat conflicted. Then he said, "Forget it, I've noticed you haven't been using your brain these past few days. You don't seem like someone who knows how to handle people. Let's just take it one step at a time."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Thank you so much. If I hadn't been dealing with He An while you were unconscious, we would have been abandoned long ago. We didn't even get recognized until we reached the encampment.

Bing Nandong turned her head to look at him: "But don't worry, I won't abandon you. I will also find a way to cancel the engagement. In short, whether you have real amnesia or not, there's no need to do anything unnecessary."

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi muttered to himself, "It doesn't need to be too fast." Otherwise, he would know nothing about this world, and it would be easy for him to fail if he went it alone.

"You can stay in this room. I'll have someone bring your meals to your room. Also, I'll take you for a walk later."

At the mention of food, Fan Zhiyi perked up: "Can we order some dishes?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it's feasible."

Fan Zhiyi was met with a relentless slam of the door shut.

Fan Zhiyi leaned over to the window to look down. It was quite lively below, much like the streets of an ancient town. The biggest difference was that everyone on the street was wearing long skirts and robes, dressed like people from ancient times.

On both sides were various vendors' shops, with shouts rising and falling.

Xiao Bao tugged at Fan Zhiyi's sleeve and looked at him. Fan Zhiyi then picked Xiao Bao up so that he could also see the lively scene on the street: "Xiao Bao, do you want to see it too? Let me tell you, where I live, there are streets like this too, but there are tall buildings on both sides that can pierce the clouds, and four-wheeled cars on the road go super fast."

Fan Zhiyi sighed. In just a few days, Fan Zhiyi had missed the modern city more than once. He missed his phone, his novels, countless delicious foods, and his little bit of money.

The only advantage of being here is that you don't have to go to work. Aren't you envious? He risked his life for this; it's a story full of bitter tears.

Not long after, the food was served, and Fan Zhiyi was dumbfounded when he saw the table full of green vegetables.

Goodness, is Bingnan Dong hinting at something? There isn't a single meat dish. Oh well, this is the first hot meal in days.

Fan Zhiyi was almost in tears; no one else had such a miserable experience during their transmigration.

After finishing his meal with Xiao Bao, Fan Zhiyi waited patiently for Bing Nandong to pick him up. Bing Nandong came upstairs on time, took him for a stroll in the street, bought him and Xiao Bao each a Qiankun bag and new clothes, taught Fan Zhiyi how to use spirit stones, and even generously gave Fan Zhiyi half of his spirit stones on the way back.

Fan Zhiyi watched as Bing Nandong generously poured his spirit stones into his Qiankun bag, filling it more than halfway, before leaving with the words "use it sparingly" and departing.

Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt that Bing Nandong's back was shining, and he was so happy that he went back and counted the spirit stones one by one.

With the spirit stone in hand, Fan Zhiyi felt much more confident. He felt the smile he had lost for many years had returned. Leaning back on the bed, he let out a long sigh and said boldly, "Little Bao, I'll treat you to candied hawthorns tomorrow!"

Fan Zhiyi and Xiaobao took a nice hot bath together. They had just put on their undergarments and were drying their hair when they heard someone rudely knocking on the door.

Upon opening it, I found it was that tall, thin guy.

The other person looked fierce and lowered his voice: "I'm warning you, don't say things you shouldn't say, or the senior brothers won't believe you."

Report: This statement contains a logical error.

“If they wouldn’t believe me, you wouldn’t have needed to come all this way to warn me,” Fan Zhiyi probed. “That incident that happened at the haunted house… no, at the Xue residence…”

As he expected, he saw the other party's face quickly darken, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Very quietly, Fan Zhiyi heard him say, "It would be better if you died there."

Fan Zhiyi sensed something was wrong and took a step back to close the door without making a sound.

But just a hair's breadth away, the other person grabbed the door with their hand and it wouldn't close.

This person looked thin, but he was much stronger than Fan Zhiyi. As the gap widened, Fan Zhiyi shouted "Help!" while desperately trying to push the door open.

Damn it, how did he know that this person would want to kill him in just a few words! Is he crazy or has the world gone mad? What kind of clothes is he wearing? How come there are ghosts and people everywhere trying to take his dog's life?

Did he choose this moment to kill him because he was confident that no one would help him, or because he had someone backing him up?

Fan Zhiyi turned his back to the door, bracing it against his own, and shouted at Xiao Bao, who was about to run over to help him, "Xiao Bao, hide quickly! Hurry, I can't hold on any longer! Bing Nan Dong!"

The next second, Fan Zhiyi realized he couldn't make a sound. It goes without saying who did it.

He felt himself being pushed back, watching the light from outside gradually squeeze into the room, while Xiao Bao was still helping him, sweating profusely, clenching his teeth, and forcing himself to exert force.

"Qin Shuan, what are you doing here?"