Just as Fan Zhiyi was getting worried, Bing Nandong pushed Fan Zhiyi towards him, resting his head on his shoulder and closing his eyes. Fan Zhiyi's body was frozen, not daring to move or make a sound. Bing Nandong's slight panting was heard by his ears, making him sound like he was in great pain.
Fan Zhiyi sent him a voice message: "Bear with it for a while, just wait until they leave." Then he covered Bing Nandong's mouth and nose again. He knew it might be uncomfortable, but it was a last resort. As for Bing Nandong's lick just now... that was probably an accident.
In this position, Fan Zhiyi could not see the village chief and those things at all, and could only listen with his ears. It seemed that the one who had just said they were not there was fighting with those people, but the other side had more people and he could not beat them. He was torn into pieces and said that he would be used as food for the Fusang God.
Oh, right, nourishment! Didn't they mention why there weren't any meat offerings last night? Fan Zhiyi carefully recalled the process and suddenly realized, weren't they the best offerings? Damn, these people were really cunning and cunning. Fan Zhiyi was outmatched. After all this time, they might as well be nourishment for the Fusang God.
But now, Fan Zhiyi felt that these people were approaching here again. He was thinking about going out to fight, but his palm was licked again. This time it was definitely not unintentional. Bing Nandong did it on purpose!
The next second, Bing Nandong suddenly grabbed the back of his neck, forced Fan Zhiyi to move closer, and then put his lips on the bite wound on his neck. Fan Zhiyi could feel the tip of Bing Nandong's teeth touching the wound, causing a tingling pain. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect or if the wound really started to hurt again.
Fan Zhiyi really didn't dare to breathe this time. He didn't know what Bing Nandong wanted to do. He just felt the tip of the teeth rubbing back and forth on his wound, like a test, and like a tease, which was extremely dangerous.
Suddenly, sharp teeth dug into his skin. Fan Zhiyi's pupils constricted, and the pain made him desperately struggle to push Bing Nandong away, but Bing Nandong held him tightly. Even so, the commotion here was enough to attract attention in the quiet Fusang Temple.
Fan Zhiyi's hand, which was supposed to cover Bing Nandong's mouth, was now used to cover his own mouth. He covered it so tightly that it seemed as if he wanted to suffocate himself. He tilted his neck back and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes.
It really hurts! Damn it, the bastard apprentice has mutated, and if he gets bitten, he'll mutate too! Isn't this a supernatural novel? How could this happen?
Fan Zhiyi covered his mouth with both hands, and then he heard someone say to him, "Make a wish to me, I can help you get out of this situation! Really, Fan Zhiyi, make a wish to me, everything will be fine!"
Fan Zhiyi ignored him. He could feel his blood flowing out of his body. He tried to send a message to Bing Nandong to wake him up, but there was no response.
If he continued like this, he would really be sucked to death. Fan Zhiyi was in a dilemma. Forget it, he might as well just kill those troublesome villagers first, and then knock Bing Nandong unconscious, pack him up and take him away to continue his escape before other villagers and monsters were attracted here.
At this moment, Bing Nandong glanced and was very dissatisfied with the presence of that group of villagers. Because of them, he could not get the reaction he wanted from Fan Zhiyi.
Bing Nandong stretched out his hand towards them, wanting to absorb all the evil spirits from these things and destroy them. Fan Zhiyi almost immediately noticed his action and used one hand to hold Bing Nandong down.
Maybe Bing Nandong's current abnormality was related to absorbing ghost energy. He remembered that the woman he met before also wanted to suck his blood. No, brothers, you are all vampires, right? You walked into the wrong set!
Fan Zhiyi had a thought, and the wall next to him exploded. Then two black shadows resembling Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong jumped out. One of them was wearing Bing Nandong's blood-stained clothes, and the other was wearing Fan Zhiyi's outer robe.
They were chasing after the smell. Now the smell on the bloody shirt was stronger, and the black shadow jumped out from the place where Fan Zhiyi was hiding, which was in line with the words of the Fusang God. Naturally, the villagers followed without any suspicion.
At this moment, Bing Nandong was still not letting people rest easy. He gave up biting Fan Zhiyi's bite wound and licked it instead. The pain and numbness greatly stimulated Fan Zhiyi's nerves. He pushed Bing Nandong's forehead with a strong hand and said, "Are you crazy?"
Bing Nandong stared directly at Fan Zhiyi with his gray eyes, making it impossible to tell his emotions, but his face was flushed and blood stained his lips, making him look handsome and seductive.
He opened his lips and his breathing became louder, but the villagers had not yet left, so Fan Zhiyi hurriedly covered his mouth again. As soon as he covered it, he regretted it. He was really a person who had no memory, so he immediately retracted his cover.
Bing Nandong understood what he meant and calmed his breathing. The two looked at each other, "You don't move, I don't move." Outside the house, there was the sound of rain hitting the leaves.
Fan Zhiyi's Adam's apple moved, and then he found that Bing Nandong's eyes, which had been drooping, immediately raised up and stared at him. In an instant, he even stopped breathing. He covered his wound and stared at him warily, as if he would run away immediately if something was wrong.
If you bite me again, I will be a dog!
Bing Nandong had actually been suppressing his emotions and enduring them. The desire in his mind was clamoring for him to eat him. If he ate him, they would become one, together forever. Then he would be his. He had waited for too long, and he didn't want him to leave again.
The taste of blood almost drove Bing Nandong crazy. He had tasted the blood of the Immortal Lord before and it was very sweet and delicious. However, his reason restrained him from hurting the other party, so this short period of eye contact was actually extremely painful for Bing Nandong.
"Master, I'm in so much pain." Bing Nandong closed his eyes and curled up into a ball. Indeed, they were so close that Fan Zhiyi saw beads of sweat trickling down his face, his brows almost pressed together in agony.
At this time, there were only two of them in the hall. When Fan Zhiyi heard this, he felt very sorry, but when he met Bing Nandong's gaze the next second, he felt like a little white rabbit being stared at by a big bad wolf. His intuition told him not to be soft-hearted and run away!
Fan Zhiyi did just that. He stood up suddenly, but before he could stand up completely, his ankle was grabbed. The opponent had anticipated his prediction.
Fan Zhiyi felt himself being dragged, and then a figure covered him. Because Fan Zhiyi was facing the ground, Bing Nandong pinched his cheek and forced him to look up. Then the tip of his teeth touched his skin. Fan Zhiyi shuddered. The fear made him forget everything and only remember to beg for mercy: "No, no... I'm afraid of pain, Bing Nandong... um..."
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