I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Wu Bai and the others never mentioned this matter again. About ten days later, Bing Nandong and his group of disciples were divided into groups to carry out missions.

The grouping order was determined by drawing lots. Fan Zhiyi was not present, but the task could not be abandoned, so Bing Nandong drew lots on his behalf.

Coincidentally, Fan Zhiyi, Xu Qing, and Lu Changfu were assigned to the same group, while Bing Nandong was in a separate group, and Wu Bai was in another separate group.

When Bing Nandong returned that evening, he told Fan Zhiyi the news. Fan Zhiyi held up the slip of paper and looked at it again and again. The number "three" was clearly written on it, indicating the third group.

He was actually paired with Lu Changfu. For some reason, Fan Zhiyi just felt that Lu Changfu was very difficult to get along with.

Seeing Fan Zhiyi looking dejected, Bing Nandong said, "I can switch with you. There's no one you know in my group. You can choose not to talk to them. If you encounter danger, just hold onto the talisman. I'll give you a communication talisman before we set off, so you can use it to contact me."

Fan Zhiyi thought about the scenario of getting along with the other disciples he didn't recognize and felt a bit suffocated, but Lu Changfu's words would easily give him away... Oh well, he'd better be in a group with Lu Changfu. Besides, he also has something to ask Xu Qing.

"It's alright, let's leave it at that." Fan Zhiyi said listlessly, "When do we set off?"

"About three days later."

"So fast? Are all you Tianyun Sect members action-oriented? You just leave like that?" Fan Zhiyi suddenly straightened up. Even if he had prepared himself mentally, there wouldn't have been enough time. "But aren't the other sects still waiting to be investigated at Tianyun Sect? Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to set off so publicly now?"

“It’s not you, it’s us.” Bing Nandong explained to Fan Zhiyi one by one with great patience. “Recently, the Ghost Gate has shown signs of opening, resulting in more ghosts appearing in various places. It’s perfectly reasonable for Tianyun Sect disciples to go out and deal with it. There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides, the fact that they were detained has been kept secret from outsiders. Very few outsiders know that they came to participate in this competition. Their respective sects will also make their own explanations.”

Fan Zhiyi listened in a daze. In the end, Bing Nandong would have to go and die to seal the Ghost Gate anyway, so he chose to lie on the table again.

He was looking at Bing Nandong, his eyes were originally in a daze, but suddenly he felt a little hungry and wanted to have a late-night snack. He was about to look up to ask Bing Nandong what he wanted to eat when their eyes met.

Bing Nandong didn't react at first either, looking slightly surprised and at a loss, which was rather cute. He then immediately looked away, his hand half-clenched into a fist and placed to his mouth to cover his embarrassment, but his reddened ear tips still betrayed him.

"Her ears turn red so easily," Fan Zhiyi thought. "Unexpectedly innocent, after all, she's still a boy."

No, what is he thinking? Sometimes, Fan Zhiyi is actually quite speechless with himself, so he turned his head around and stared at the other side.

Why did he turn his head? But isn't it too stiff to stand up like that now?

Fan Zhiyi began to feel conflicted and extremely uncomfortable, but ultimately decided to remain lying face down on the table without daring to move.

"I put the flowers you sent by the window, they're very nice." Bing Nandong's face grew redder as he spoke, but he made sure his voice remained as calm as usual.

The moment this flower was mentioned, the atmosphere of the night was set in motion, and Fan Zhiyi's heart pounded wildly.

He buried his head in his arms, his voice muffled, trying to hide his unusual behavior, afraid of being discovered by others, and even more afraid of being discovered by himself: "I also put it by the window."

"That's exactly the opposite."

"Hmm." Fan Zhiyi squeezed his eyes shut, not seeing Bing Nandong's gaze fixed on him, which made the autumn wind seem to linger.

Bing Nandong said, "Get some rest."

"it is good."

Of course, there's no way I can have a late-night snack.

What's the point of eating anymore? Fan Zhiyi is going to be so troubled. If this trend continues, he'll really become a sinner who deceives teenagers' feelings for all eternity.

Fan Zhiyi suffered from insomnia again, and didn't sleep well all night. He sat at the table sighing, looking at the pile of manuscripts of the original owner, as well as the two bunches of osmanthus and the bunch of holy flowers in front of the table. He rested his chin on his hands and sighed again.

"What are you thinking?"

"Holy crap!" Fan Zhiyi shouted, so startled he almost fell to the ground along with the stool, but luckily he managed to grab the edge of the table in time.

Bing Nandong didn't know when he arrived, or how long he had been watching him.

Fan Zhiyi was completely too afraid to look at Bing Nandong, and replied without looking at him, "I wasn't thinking about anything."

Did I scare you?

"That's normal. Anyone would be startled if you suddenly spoke like that."

Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi, who was looking down. Fan Zhiyi's hands were unconsciously flipping through the pile of manuscripts, and he would occasionally touch other things, looking very busy.

If Fan Zhiyi were aware of his own state, in his words, this seemingly busy behavior was a way of masking his embarrassment.

However, Bing Nandong had a vague feeling that Fan Zhiyi didn't want to see him. Last night, Fan Zhiyi had been avoiding his gaze, which seemed different from ordinary shyness.

Bing Nandong didn't like guessing; he was always straightforward: "Fan Zhiyi, why don't you dare look at me?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi stiffened up like a cat with a strong stress response and immediately looked at Bing Nandong: "I didn't!"

But Bing Nandong frowned, not believing him at all.

Since we already have the answer, why ask him again?

Fan Zhiyi suddenly remembered something: "Why aren't you at school at this time?"

"The school will be closed for the next three days, so you can focus on your own cultivation."

"Oh." That means Bing Nandong will probably be staying in the courtyard for the next three days.

Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong and saw that he was turned to the side, his gaze fixed on the little black cat playing with a ball not far away.

This ball of yarn was brought back by Bing Nandong. As for Fan Zhiyi, he was planning to sew a little fish-shaped doll for it, but he kept forgetting.

However, Xiao Hei has become much closer to him, which is truly gratifying. Xiao Hei's eyes are finally no longer only on Bing Nan Dong. Fan Zhiyi, the old father, felt very gratified.

The next second, Bing Nandong half-squatted down and beckoned to Xiao Hei: "Nanshan, come here."

Xiao Hei's ears twitched, but because it wasn't often called by the name Nanshan, it didn't seem to be very sensitive to it.

Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi poked his head out and said, "It's not familiar with the name Nanshan yet, we need to train it slowly." After saying that, Fan Zhiyi demonstrated and loudly said, "Little Black!"

Little Black wagged its tail, glanced at Fan Zhiyi, and then reluctantly dropped the ball and ran over.

Fan Zhiyi was delighted and chuckled. Bing Nandong picked up Xiao Hei and handed it to him. Fan Zhiyi reached out and scratched Xiao Hei's face, saying, "Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, Nanshan, Nanshan."

Bing Nandong stared at Fan Zhiyi, who was smiling as he played with the cat, and asked, "I remember you said you used to have a dog, right?"