I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

As soon as she stepped upstairs, she heard Lu Changfu's worried voice: "Nan Dong, is it really okay for us to live together? What if..."

"It's not that bad, don't worry."

Wu Bai suddenly said, "I understand. A wise man avoids dangerous situations. Senior Brother is personally overseeing potential threats and nipping them in the bud." He couldn't hide his admiration and even gave a thumbs up: "Brilliant!"

Fan Zhiyi didn't take these comments to heart. After all, these were just characters in a novel, and the original owner of this body had indeed gone too far before.

So what exactly was the original owner's motive for wanting to kill Bing Nandong? If you want to know, you might have to go to Tianyun Sect to find out. But that's where the original owner grew up, so there are bound to be many familiar faces there. Fan Zhiyi was afraid that he would be exposed and killed as a demon or monster.

Today was an ordinary day, and Fan Zhiyi felt a sense of peace and tranquility, but also felt that he had aged considerably.

He went to bed early. Since there was a bed available, Bing Nandong let Xiao Bao and Fan Zhiyi sleep together.

Before bed, Fan Zhiyi, as usual, fulfilled her quota of telling Xiaobao a bedtime story every night. Today's story was about Cinderella.

Xiao Bao continued his steady performance and fell asleep quickly. Fan Zhiyi was also planning to sleep, but unexpectedly, Bing Nandong asked him, "So what happened next? Did he find that girl?"

"Huh?" Fan Zhiyi couldn't believe that Bing Nandong was actually interested in this story. "Of course I found it."

What is the essence of fairy tales? It's a happy ending! If even fairy tales don't have happy endings, then what can? Although some fairy tales have rather strange happy endings, and you might find that it would have been better if they didn't have happy endings when you grow up, these are not the kinds of stories you should tell children. We must protect the pure hearts of children.

"How did you find it?"

“Just take that shoe and search the whole country.” Fan Zhiyi even went to great lengths to translate it into terms from this world so that it would be easy to understand. He was practically going bald from all the thinking. “After all, he’s a powerful and influential young master. Finding someone is no problem for him.”

To everyone's surprise, Bing Nandong sneered: "Like Zhuang Yujing, that kind of young master?"

"Of course not. If anyone is like you, it would be a handsome and dignified young master like yourself."

Bing Nandong: "..."

Fan Zhiyi felt relieved and closed his eyes, but then he heard Bing Nandong continue, "What if someone else could wear those shoes? Would he still marry her? There are too many people who can wear the same shoe size. Is he attracted to the shoes or the person?"

Fan Zhiyi hadn't expected Bing Nandong to be so conflicted, so he frowned and thought for a moment. He realized that he couldn't come up with a rebuttal that would be accurate, so he could only say, "Everyone has different interpretations of a story."

"Just as strange as the ones you told me before. Fan Zhiyi, how about I tell you a story too?"

Fan Zhiyi felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of Bing Nandong's past offenses, and quickly refused.

Dude, if you want to tell ghost stories, can't you choose a sunny time so we can chat while basking in the sun? Why torture me in this pitch-black environment?

Bing Nandong looked over and saw Fan Zhiyi wrapped up in a blanket, but he didn't force him to talk.

Today he's sleeping in a bed, so Fan Zhiyi isn't worried about seeing the dark space under the bed anymore. However, he's starting to worry that something might crawl out from under the bed.

Xiao Bao slept on the inside side against the wall, while Fan Zhiyi slept on the outside. Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to turn his back to the edge of the bed, afraid that something might be standing next to his bed. He felt completely insecure.

The wind picked up again outside, and Fan Zhiyi heard the rustling of leaves.

“Da”, “Da”, “Da”.

Fan Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes. The window was made of paper, and he couldn't see anything outside. He didn't have the courage to open the window and look out, afraid that he would see something he shouldn't.

I must have heard it wrong.

Fan Zhiyi gripped the corner of the blanket, his heart racing with nervousness, and tried to close his eyes and fall asleep again.

"Da da da."

No, there really was a sound. Fan Zhiyi sat up abruptly.

The sound is coming from below. Could it be under the bed?

Da da da, da da da, da da da da da da...

The sound seemed to suddenly find its target and quickened its pace. If this was still a hallucination, then Fan Zhiyi felt that there was definitely something wrong with his brain.

Fan Zhiyi's bed was right by the window, and his bad premonition reached its peak. Fan Zhiyi called out, "Bing Nandong."

"I'm here." Bing Nandong responded almost immediately, his calm voice offering Fan Zhiyi some comfort.

Fan Zhiyi stared intently at the window, then suddenly reached out and pulled Xiaobao close. At that very moment, a sharp kitchen knife pierced through the window, flashing with a chilling light.

The cleaver spun in the air for a moment, and the dark blue hand that was holding it instantly rotated its wrist 180 degrees at an angle no human could achieve, pinning it to the wall.

If Fan Zhiyi had actually opened the window to confirm, that cleaver might have pierced his head from below.

The noise woke Xiao Bao up. Fan Zhiyi covered his mouth, got off his bare feet, and backed away, moving towards the door.

The other hand broke through the window and then withdrew.

The window had a large hole, and the wind was howling in, making a sound like a ghost's wail.

Fan Zhiyi's heart was pounding as if it would burst out of his chest, but he pursed his lips tightly, not daring to even breathe, his nerves taut like a ready-to-be-released arrow, ready to run away at the slightest disturbance.

Just then, the large hole was filled with a pair of blood-red eyes. The dark pupils rolled up and down, searching for a target, but the next moment it was pierced by a gleaming sword.

Bing Nandong's strength was great, and he drew his sword without hesitation, then made a hand seal and tapped the ghost's hand holding the kitchen knife.

Fan Zhiyi heard a shrill scream, and the hand, emitting blue smoke, pulled out a kitchen knife and fell down along with the window frame.

From that iconic kitchen knife, Fan Zhiyi already knew who the newcomer was.

Bing Nandong looked down from the window that no longer had a window, and without turning around, ordered, "Fan Zhiyi, take Xiaobao and hide. Don't come out until I come looking for you. Hurry!"

After saying that, Bing Nandong jumped out of the window.

Fan Zhiyi had already regained consciousness and immediately left the room with Xiaobao. All the other rooms were locked, and Fan Zhiyi tried to break down several doors but couldn't.

In the dark corridor, Fan Zhiyi pushed one after another.

When the rooms were assigned, Lu Changfu, Qin Shuan, Wu Bai, and Bing Nandong all had the same room number. They didn't buy a room for Fan Zhiyi, seemingly because they were certain that Fan Zhiyi wouldn't come back.

correct!

Fan Zhiyi thought of the room that Bing Nandong had specially booked for him. He wasn't sure if Bing Nandong would let him stay with him again, so he didn't cancel the reservation. But when he heard the confirmation, he was too excited and forgot about it. After that, he completely forgot about it.