Fan Zhiyi planned to tell Bing Nandong tactfully that they were in different dimensions and could not be together, so that Bing Nandong would give up on his own initiative and he would not have to worry about it.
"I don't believe it." The answer was clear and straightforward.
Why didn't this person play by the rules? Fan Zhiyi pretended not to hear and continued, "I had a dream. There was a man who claimed to be the Way of Heaven. He said that we were incompatible and that there was no future." Fan Zhiyi put his hands behind his back and said seriously, "Perhaps this is what Heaven has given us..."
"Cultivating immortals is inherently against the will of Heaven. If everything is left to fate, then what's the difference between that and being a puppet on Heaven's strings? As long as I focus on the present, the future will naturally follow my lead." Bing Nandong took a step forward, his eyes reflecting Fan Zhiyi's appearance, enveloping him. "I said, as long as you like me, I'll handle the rest. Even if it means going through mountains of swords and seas of fire, I'll stand by your side."
“…”
"Fan Zhiyi, we only live once, do we have to worry about everything every time? Why not just go with the flow for once?"
Everything goes well?
The environment he grew up in shaped Fan Zhiyi's gentle nature. He was easygoing, easy to please, and always considered everything carefully before making a decision. This continued into his career, and he felt he was doing well because of this. His life was ordinary, a routine he was accustomed to. Unchanging, there was nothing to worry about.
He doesn't need to think too much about himself. Apart from money, he doesn't want anything too much. As long as he can maintain this kind of life, it will be fine.
His only hobby is reading novels, especially horror novels. He may like the thrill that can make him feel scared.
Then, he came here, a world full of immortal cultivation, a world where one had to live in fear and anxiety every day, and all the peace and tranquility was broken.
Fortunately, the first person he met here was Bing Nandong, it was Bing Nandong who accompanied him to adapt to the changes in life, and it was Bing Nandong who he liked.
As if bewitched, Fan Zhiyi said to himself, this is the last question, he would ask one more, let this decide, no matter what the result is, he will accept it. After all, as Bing Nandong said, everything is interdependent and there is a way to deal with everything: "How long have you had this feeling about me?"
"After Xue's residence."
This answer removed the last bit of defense from Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi didn't know what he was feeling. The joy he felt was like a flower blooming from a stone, surprising him.
He forced himself to suppress the upward curve of his lips and cleared his throat. "You said last time that you saved a lot of money. How much would that be in Spirit Stones?"
"Enough to keep you well-fed and well-clothed for three hundred years."
Three hundred years, Baibai should be able to come back before then.
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong and suddenly his heart was moved. He no longer had any worries. "But I don't want to be a widower. I don't want to be alone."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Fan Zhiyi smiled and said, "Look at you. You've always been the top candidate in the competition, so you must have dedicated yourself to the Ghost Gate. How am I going to survive in this Tianyun Sect after you leave?"
"Don't worry, I will pave the way for you and send you away from Tianyunmen in advance."
"Then can I go to Jiuwanli? Or you do something that makes me hate you, and then we break up. When I find someone I like, you can sacrifice yourself, so that I won't be too sad." Fan Zhiyi despised himself for saying this. He was so shameless. He didn't know what Bing Nandong saw in him.
“…I may not die.”
Fan Zhiyi raised his eyebrows: "Of course I have to prepare for the worst."
Bing Nandong was so angry that he grabbed his face, but he didn't dare to use too much force: "That day will never come. Even if I turn into a ghost, I will crawl back to haunt you."
"Tsk, look at you. You were so great and righteous before, but now you can't stand the test and your true colors are exposed." Fan Zhiyi paused, and suddenly spoke seriously, "But seriously, if we are together for a hundred years, and one day I leave, don't look for me, just live your life well. It will be very difficult to be with me, Bing Nandong, think it through. Once you are determined, there will be no room for regrets."
After all, he was already dead, and only because of Baibai's system did he have the opportunity to live again. He didn't know what his mission was, whether he could succeed, and what the price of failure would be.
Bing Nandong snorted coldly, as if he was throwing a tantrum: "I know."
"Yeah." Fan Zhiyi nodded, then sneezed unexpectedly. Only then did he realize that these two fools had been chatting for a long time with wet clothes.
Fan Zhiyi went to his room to change into dry clothes, and then went to the kitchen to find Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong handed him a bowl of black medicinal soup: "It's for driving away the cold."
Fan Zhiyi took the bowl and secretly glanced at Bing Nandong. He saw that he had also changed his wet clothes and was just wearing an outer robe with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his well-proportioned arms.
Fan Zhiyi was staring at it when he was caught off guard and met Bing Nandong's glance. He was so embarrassed that he immediately grabbed the bowl of medicine and gulped it down, and then successfully killed himself with bitterness.
This action made Bing Nandong laugh. The boy's face looked particularly handsome under the light, and his smile was as beautiful as the sun shining through the clouds.
Fan Zhiyi... Fan Zhiyi blushed shamefully. He felt that he had never been so quiet in his life.
Bing Nandong poured out a candy, unwrapped it, and handed it to him, then rubbed the hair on the back of his head: "Your hair is still very wet."
Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong again and saw that his hair was scattered behind him. Because of the rain, it was sticking to his skin, but it did not affect the impact of his face at all. "You are the same."
Then he felt a heat on his head. It turned out that Bing Nandong was using his spiritual power to dry him. Fan Zhiyi immediately took a big step back and waved his hand: "Goodbye, aren't your internal injuries still healed?"
"It would have been a few hundred years earlier."
Why was Fan Zhiyi so unconvinced? He grabbed the man and dragged him to Bing Nandong's room: "Just wipe your hair with a dry towel. Go to bed early."
After sending the person to the door, the sound of raindrops fell vertically along the eaves to the ground. The breeze lifted the hair and clothes of the two people, and no one spoke.
Fan Zhiyi lowered his head to look at the tip of his shoes. Just standing there quietly with Bing Nandong, he felt awkward and happy.
"Come in." Bing Nandong spoke first and directly carried the person into the room.
Bing Nandong's room was neat and clean everywhere, with neatly arranged bookcases. On the middle shelf was a wooden sword rest. Even though Fan Zhiyi didn't know much about wood, he knew it was not an ordinary thing by looking at the luster of the wood. It seemed that Bing Nandong really cherished the sword.
On the low table next to the bookcase were placed the four treasures of the study and some books, which were kept extremely tidy.
There were no chairs in the room, only cushions at the low table.
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