Bing Nandong changed his position and gently bit the soft flesh on Fan Zhiyi's neck. He felt Fan Zhiyi's body shudder and tremble constantly, so he returned to the wound. He really wanted Fan Zhiyi's bones and blood, but he just licked it restrainedly.
Bing Nandong found a better way to suppress his bloodthirsty desire. He turned Fan Zhiyi over, and facing Fan Zhiyi's terrified eyes, he kissed him on the lips violently, even knocking his teeth.
Fan Zhiyi's mind went blank for a moment. He asked...what was going on?
His mouth was filled with the taste of blood, his own blood! He couldn't help it any longer. This deafening thunder finally brought back some of his rationality. He immediately tried to knock Bing Nandong unconscious, but Bing Nandong used his ghost energy to force his hand to the ground.
Fan Zhiyi's legs kept struggling, but Bing Nandong didn't care. He raised his head and looked at Fan Zhiyi gasping for breath with his chest heaving violently. He squeezed his fingers into Fan Zhiyi's fingers and held him tightly.
Bing Nandong slowly lowered his head, wanting to savor the kiss, and then he fainted and fell into Fan Zhiyi's arms.
He held down one hand, but it was still the other hand. Fan Zhiyi collapsed on the ground to catch his breath, staring blankly upwards for a long time, and then a wave of anger at being deceived surged in his heart!
Damn it, where's the system? We agreed on a male-oriented story, we agreed on a male-oriented story. Whose brotherhood needs kissing? He dodged one of the protagonist Cen Jun's apprentices, but he didn't expect there would be another one! Damn it, seriously! Fan Zhiyi covered his eyes with his hands. How on earth was this going to work out? This was even more awkward than that time he spanked Bing Nandong and had to meet him the next day!
His neck hurts so much, damn Bing Nandong!
Fan Zhiyi moved his feet, wanting to kick him, but in the end he just rolled Bing Nandong, who was on top of him, to the side and let him lie on the floor.
Finally feeling much better, Fan Zhiyi took a deep breath and took care of the wound on his neck first, otherwise he would have died from excessive blood loss.
When Bing Nandong regained consciousness, he heard the rain outside, which seemed to have subsided considerably. The gentle, pattering sound had a very soporific effect. He moved his neck, feeling a slight pain in his cervical spine. He then glanced at Fan Zhiyi's back and saw that his neck was simply bandaged. He must have cut his own robe.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He turned around tremblingly and met the eyes of Bing Nandong who had already sat up.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Fan Zhiyi immediately covered his neck with his hands and leaned back, his face alert, "Are you awake or not?"
Bing Nandong turned his eyes away and stopped looking at him: "I thought you would leave."
"Yeah, yeah, I don't know what's wrong with me. I was bitten by someone and I didn't even leave that person behind and run away." Fan Zhiyi said angrily. He glanced at Bing Nandong and saw that he didn't look very well and his expression seemed a little sad.
He was the one who was bitten, please. Bing Nandong’s bite was so powerful that Fan Zhiyi’s neck still hurts, and he has no one to complain to.
"When you were unconscious, I tried to drive the evil spirit out of your body, but I found that it had quickly merged with your spiritual power. What happened?" Fan Zhiyi asked.
"You disappeared at that time, and I entered another space. Not long after that, those ghosts suddenly appeared. While I was fighting with them, I accidentally discovered that the ghost energy they condensed could actually enter my body and be used by me, allowing me to control a small number of ghosts. However, the backlash was also extremely strong." Bing Nandong explained.
Fan Zhiyi followed his train of thought and continued, "So, in this illusion, besides us, there are no living things anymore?"
“That’s basically what I feel.”
"Then what happened earlier..." Fan Zhiyi pointed to his neck, deliberately ignoring the kiss. "Is this also due to the backlash?"
"right."
"What harm does it do for a cultivator to absorb ghost energy?"
"Of course there are many disadvantages. This thing is a fusion of various negative emotions such as resentment and death. Cultivators and ghosts are incompatible. If they are contaminated with too much ghost energy, they will easily be mistaken by other cultivators as practicing evil ways. Not only will the ghost energy compete with the spiritual power in the body for the initiative, and eventually cause the cultivator to explode and die, or turn the cultivator into a new and more powerful ghost. As for cultivators who can control ghosts, there have been very few over the past thousands of years, and none of them have a good end. In the past, some cultivators took advantage of this to greatly increase their cultivation in a short period of time, but later they went astray and caused trouble. They were wiped out by the joint efforts of various sects and turned to ashes." Bing Nandong said as he summoned a ball of ghost energy with his fingertips.
Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi quickly pressed his hand, causing the evil spirit to disappear. "It's so dangerous, kids, don't play with it. We'll find a way to clean it up after we get out."
"Master, aren't you afraid?"
"I'm scared." Whether it's the ghost or you now, I'm scared.
"Master, do you know why I was invaded by ghost energy?"
"Why?"
Bing Nandong turned his head and looked at him, his eyes tinged with frost, a faint smile on his lips: "Maybe it's because I died once."
Fan Zhiyi seemed to be haunted by these words, and for a moment he could only stare blankly at Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong admired his expression, the smile on his lips expanding infinitely, and continued: "Cold, desperate, lonely, painful, a person died."
The more Fan Zhiyi listened, the more he felt something was wrong: "Are you serious?"
"Yes, the kind of death where there's no life left, the heart stops beating. And then not long after, he came back to life and turned into a monster." Speaking of this, perhaps even Bing Nandong himself found it amusing, and he laughed out loud in a mocking manner, "It would have been better if he had just died cleanly from the beginning."
If what Bing Nandong said was not an exaggeration, then the dead could not be resurrected, but Bing Nandong did it anyway. Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to imagine how he would behave in the world of immortal cultivation and Tianyun Sect after his resurrection, and what kind of mentality he would face.
"Stop laughing." Fan Zhiyi couldn't express the bitterness in his heart. He was still thinking that when Bing Nandong woke up, he would beat him up. It was because he was always so troublesome and wanted to die all day long. But now, hearing Bing Nandong talk about his past, Fan Zhiyi suddenly realized how powerless and pale those positive words he used to say were, and how self-righteous they were.
He had no idea what Bing Nandong had suffered in the past.
"Yes, was it the people from Tianyun Sect who killed you?" Fan Zhiyi asked tentatively. For some reason, the first person Fan Zhiyi thought of was Tianyun Sect. Perhaps it was because he had seen too many injustices done by Tianyun Sect to Bing Nandong, so Fan Zhiyi had already blocked Tianyun Sect in his heart.
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