I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

After doing all this, Fan Zhiyi saw that Bing Nandong picked up the entire iron box without any hesitation and said, "Confiscate it."

"what?"

Fan Zhiyi had already taken the papers out of the tin box and put them on the table, so now all that's left in the tin box are the bottles.

Bing Nandong didn't give him any explanation and just took it away. Fan Zhiyi chased after him and grabbed him: "No, you've taken it, but you have to tell me what it is, whether it's poison or not."

"...Yes, it's very dangerous, it's best not to touch it."

Having received a positive answer, Fan Zhiyi stopped worrying about it.

Although love can make people blind, Bing Nan Dong is not stupid. He must know what the original owner used these things for. Now that he has caught a perfect opportunity, even if he likes the original owner a lot, he must also think about his own safety.

After all, what's the point of talking about love if you're dead?

After resolving this issue, Fan Zhiyi thought about the question he had asked earlier that Bing Nandong had almost brushed off again: "So, what exactly did I invite you to the bamboo forest cliff back then? I must have had some special reason for contacting you, otherwise, based on what you all say about my personality, why would I invite you out for no reason?"

Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi without saying anything, yet his eyes seemed to say everything, exceptionally deep.

Finally, Bing Nandong frowned slightly, as if enduring some pain: "Fan Zhiyi, my wound seems to have reopened. Please help me apply the medicine."

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi knew it was a tactic to change the subject, but he still willingly fell for it and could no longer care about anything else: "See? I told you not to move this and that. Now look what happened? Take all of this."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fan Zhiyi was shoved into his arms by a little black cat.

It didn't really matter whether Xiao Hei hugged him or not, so Fan Zhiyi let him go. Then he tried to snatch the metal box, which was quite heavy with those medicine bottles inside: "Give it to me, don't worry, I'll definitely give it to you later."

However, Bing Nandong used the excuse that he was afraid Fan Zhiyi would use underhanded tactics to switch the items and didn't give them to him. Seeing that this person was so stubborn, Fan Zhiyi angrily called him a "stubborn donkey" and then started to sulk again.

He initially thought Bing Nandong was lying to him by asking him to apply the medicine, but when they got to Bing Nandong's room, Bing Nandong actually loosened his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves.

This was the first time Fan Zhiyi had entered Bing Nandong's room since he arrived. They usually communicated in the courtyard.

Fan Zhiyi was initially very worried, but upon closer inspection, he saw only a few minor abrasions on the arm: "Is that all?" Fan Zhiyi gestured and pointed to Bing Nandong's shoulder, "Here, there are other injuries, and the wounds in those places are clearly more serious!"

"The doctors have already bandaged it up."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He just wanted to punch this person on the head.

Despite thinking this, Fan Zhiyi still sat down, dipped his fingers in the ointment, and patiently applied it to Bing Nandong, muttering, "It's not like I can't apply medicine with my other hand."

“No,” Bing Nandong said. “My other hand is also injured.”

To prove the accuracy of his words, Bing Nandong also rolled up the sleeve of his other hand, which also had some minor scratches and abrasions.

Fan Zhiyi glanced at him, then continued with what he was doing: "If you ever have a competition like this again, I'd like to go with you. Of course, I naturally hope you'll never encounter such a competition again, as it's too dangerous. Going with you isn't because I'm actually prepared to do *that* to you. Although I did many things that weren't good for you before, I don't remember anything now. The main thing is that we've been through life and death together, so we still have some bond, right? I'm very worried about you being here alone..."

Fan Zhiyi kept talking, pouring out all the grievances and worries he had felt over the past few days, and he couldn't stop.

When Fan Zhiyi realized it himself, he found that he had been talking for too long. Bing Nandong's hands were already covered with medicine, so he smiled apologetically: "I didn't mean for you to do anything, it's just that..."

“I know, I understand,” Bing Nandong interrupted.

Fan Zhiyi looked at him, and under the light, he could see that Bing Nandong's handsome face was covered with countless small wounds and bruises. Even so, it did not hide his handsomeness at all, but instead made people feel a little sorry for him.

Bing Nandong's lips seemed to be slightly smiling, and his whole expression conveyed his joy.

Has this guy been smiling at him a little too much lately?

Fan Zhiyi thought for a moment, then sighed, "So you're sure you don't need me to help apply medicine to the other wounds, right?"

"Hmm, how about your injury?"

"Mine?" Fan Zhiyi hadn't expected Bing Nandong to ask him. "Mine is ready now."

Although he answered like that, Fan Zhiyi still rolled up his sleeves in the face of Bing Nandong's direct gaze.

The wounds on it were gruesome and frightening, but Fan Zhiyi didn't care: "Look, they're almost healed, but these marks can't be completely removed. But it doesn't matter. The injury on your waist is also healed, so don't worry about me. The most important thing is for you to take good care of yourself."

Bing Nandong looked at the scar for a long time before answering, "Okay."

"Then I'm going back."

"it is good."

Fan Zhiyi wasn't sure if Bing Nandong had listened to what he said, but at least he was back safe and sound. Just as he reached the door, Bing Nandong called out to him, "Fan Zhiyi, come with me to the clinic to change my dressing first thing tomorrow morning, and then we'll go to Zuixianglou."

Fan Zhiyi's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Ah."

"OK," Fan Zhiyi replied, then went back to his room.

After two days of worry and anxiety, I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.

After Fan Zhiyi left, Bing Nandong finally couldn't hold back and braced himself against the table to prevent himself from falling.

Almost his entire body was covered in wounds of varying degrees, with almost no intact skin remaining.

The death of that person on the first day seemed to be the beginning of a new chapter. The next two days were filled with life-or-death struggles. In this competition alone, nearly half of the disciples trained by the various sects who came to participate died.

Bing Nandong didn't kill them, but that doesn't mean the others thought the same way. They had become insane in their desire to become the sole candidate for the Ghost Gate. Bing Nandong didn't understand what their sect had told them to make them like that.

They have transcended humanity, becoming like animals engaged in simple slaughter, even more ruthless than Qin Qianchi, resorting to any means necessary.