I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Murong Xiao didn't even bother to look at him, only mocking Fan Zhiyi: "You, you actually have friends. Let's go."

Fan Zhiyi wondered to himself why Murong Xiao wanted him to travel the same way, as he was unwilling to follow at all.

Seeing that he was dawdling, Murong Xiao's follower urged impatiently, "Young Master is calling you, why don't you hurry up and follow? It's your honor."

With the arrow already on the bowstring, there was no choice but to proceed; Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to take it one step at a time.

He glanced at Zhuang Yujing and whispered, "You go first, I'll come find you later."

Zhuang Yujing grabbed his wrist and wouldn't let go, looking very serious.

Fan Zhiyi patted his hand: "Don't worry." He's been in society for several years now, he can't expect a teenager to worry about him.

After saying that, Fan Zhiyi quickly followed, without looking at Zhuang Yujing again. He only hoped that Zhuang Yujing would not be recognized or encounter any unexpected situations, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to explain to He An.

Murong Xiao was deliberately avoiding people, which Fan Zhiyi could tell from the direction he was going in the opposite direction.

The surrounding bamboo shadows intertwined, and the further in you went, the fewer people there were.

Finally, when there was no one left in sight, the person in front stopped, and his two henchmen went to the side to guard the area, leaving the center position to Fan Zhiyi and Murong Xiao.

For safety reasons, Fan Zhiyi did not actually get completely close to Murong Xiao; they maintained a considerable distance between them.

Fan Zhiyi felt a little nervous. He realized that Murong Xiao definitely didn't have anything nice to say to him.

"Fan Zhiyi, it's only been a few days, but your methods have become much more sophisticated." Sure enough, Murong Xiao turned around with his hands behind his back and stared straight at him. "Seeing how much Bing Nandong takes care of you, I have to admit I admire you."

Fan Zhiyi didn't speak, but simply chuckled softly, raising one corner of his lips.

He remembered that villains should all smile like this, a cunning smile would do!

"How do you plan to kill him this time?" Murong Xiao's eyes gradually turned mad as he took a few steps closer to Fan Zhiyi. "Will you poison his books, bowls, and inkstones again, or continue with witchcraft? No, no, no..." Murong Xiao shook his head. "You want to gain his trust first, and then kill him step by step from the inside out, right? Truly, you're going to destroy his spirit. What a brilliant scheme."

Murong Xiao's smile widened, and Fan Zhiyi felt it sent chills down his spine even more than those of evil spirits.

Fan Zhiyi stopped himself from retreating, reminding himself that in Murong Xiao's eyes, he was the original owner of this body. What would the original owner have done in this situation?

He just hadn't expected that the original owner of this body had already tried so many methods to kill Bing Nandong. So why would Bing Nandong still let the original owner of this body stay by his side? The answer, of course, is... that he loved him deeply!

Poor kid, being love-struck is no good! As soon as this competition is over, Fan Zhiyi is determined to instill this golden rule in Bing Nandong.

The most important thing now is to escape from Murong Xiao alive.

Fan Zhiyi continued to smile without saying anything. He didn't know what to say, so smiling was the right thing to do.

"Fan Zhiyi, why don't you show me your sincerity today? If you satisfy me, then I will consider cooperating with you."

Murong Xiao slowly walked up to Fan Zhiyi, took out a porcelain bottle, and said, "The competition will last for three days. Put this into the water that Bingnan drinks in the winter. It should be easy for you now."

Fan Zhiyi didn't take it immediately, and asked in a steady voice, "What is this?"

"Let him try it and we'll see." Murong Xiao held up the porcelain bottle to Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi still didn't reach out, so Murong Xiao narrowed his eyes.

Without a word, Fan Zhiyi noticed that the two henchmen who had been keeping watch in the distance were approaching him. If he didn't react, it was obvious what would happen next.

Fine, so you're going to use coercion, huh?

Fan Zhiyi grabbed the porcelain bottle with a displeased expression: "Cooperation is unnecessary. I will carry out your orders, young master."

"Heh, just as I remembered Fan Zhiyi, selfish and clever. Anyway, Bing Nandong will die sooner or later, and Tianyun Sect will be mine sooner or later. Just be obedient, and I might be able to give you a place to stay then." Murong Xiao's eyes gradually became slick, and his scrutinizing gaze became increasingly blatant, making Fan Zhiyi feel nauseous, as if he were being stared at naked.

What does "Bingnan will die sooner or later" mean?

Murong Xiao didn't answer, but leaned close to his ear and said, "However, the sooner he dies, the sooner you can get rid of this farce, right?"

“Of course,” Fan Zhiyi replied softly. “Then I shall take my leave.”

"waiting for your good news."

Fan Zhiyi gripped the porcelain bottle tightly and quickly walked out of the bamboo forest. What did it mean that Bing Nandong would die? Could it be that someone wanted to kill him during this competition? He had to tell Bing Nandong to be careful!

Original body, oh original body, are you seeking cooperation with all sorts of people? Can we at least be selective?

Murong Xiao is clearly using me as cannon fodder. If this drug is actually administered, what will happen? Murong Xiao won't be affected much. Even if the investigation reaches him, he's still the sect leader's son. With that status, at least his life isn't in danger. But I'm just a powerless nobody right now. Just look at how much the sect leader values ​​Bing Nan Dong...

That's not right. If the sect leader values ​​Bing Nandong so much, why did the sect leader still insist on linking the original body and Bing Nandong together after the entire Tianyun Sect knew about the poisoning incidents?

Fan Zhiyi slowly stopped, feeling a chill all over his body. Had Bing Nandong thought of all this?

In truth, he only had a vague understanding of this world and Bing Nandong. He had always been at the bottom of this world, being led around. If he hadn't met Bing Nandong, he wouldn't know where he would still be struggling after being abandoned.

Murong Xiao chose to find him because of the groundwork laid by the original owner, right? The image of the original owner wanting to kill Bing Nandong has been deeply ingrained in people's minds. No matter what he does now, people will associate it with harming Bing Nandong.

Perhaps he can use this to dig out more information.

As he pondered, Fan Zhiyi looked around at his surroundings. He couldn't find the way to the main venue, so he could only follow the path he had taken. He hoped that there were still people who hadn't gone to the venue who he could follow.

Fortunately, Fan Zhiyi noticed Zhuang Yujing, who was still standing there: "Why are you still here?"

"Isn't it because I'm afraid Murong Xiao will do something to you?" Zhuang Yujing glanced at the porcelain bottle in Fan Zhiyi's hand. "What's this?"

"Could you check first to see if there are any other people around us, especially if any of Murong Xiao's people are watching us?" Fan Zhiyi didn't have spiritual power, but he knew from reading novels that there were spells in the cultivation world that allowed one to observe others from a distance.

Zhuang Yujing cast a spell to check: "Nothing."