Bing Nandong didn't say anything, just stared at Fan Zhiyi, watching the heartache and sadness on Fan Zhiyi's face that he himself didn't even notice, these feelings appeared because of him.
"Master, you are the first person I have told these past events to. I wonder if after hearing this, you will want to rid the people of this monster and get rid of me? As long as Master takes action, I will never resist."
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
"..." Bing Nandong remained silent for a long time, then moved a little closer. When he found that Fan Zhiyi didn't hide, he moved even closer. "Master, are you feeling sorry for me?"
"Nonsense." Bing Nandong's avoidance of the question was the best answer. Fan Zhiyi was so angry that he wanted to beat up the leader and ask him what kind of life Bing Nandong had lived in Tianyun Sect. Then he would turn Tianyun Sect upside down and would never let the person who killed Bing Nandong go!
In contrast to Fan Zhiyi's indignation, Bing Nandong suddenly said calmly, "Master's emotions are truly abundant. It's as if anyone who has suffered misfortune deserves Master's sympathy. Is this one of the reasons why the Immortal Master can become an Immortal Master? I'm afraid I'll never become one."
"Why do you always belittle yourself?" Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong solemnly and said word by word, "Bing Nandong, you are a very good person. You must always remember this. I not only sympathize with you, but also..." What is it? At the beginning, he was indeed very sympathetic, and then all the emotions became empathy because of understanding and witnessing the changes that this person had undergone because of his and Cen Jun's efforts.
It seems that I am indeed an emotional person.
Fan Zhiyi closed his mouth silently, unable to explain why.
Bing Nandong couldn't bear to see him continue to be immersed in sadness, so he softened his voice and said, "What I said just now was all a lie. Even if a cultivator is contaminated with a small amount of ghost energy, they can purify themselves through practice."
"You're lying to me now." Do you really think he's a fool?
Bing Nandong just smiled without saying anything, then lowered his eyebrows and pretended to be sad: "I am actually afraid. Only ghosts store ghost energy, and cultivators are enemies of ghosts all their lives..."
Fan Zhiyi understood what Bing Nandong had left unsaid. Before he was injured, Bing Nandong also fought ghosts every day. Maybe he was once a young man as high-spirited as Cen Jun, a god-like figure who was surrounded by stars. But now he has absorbed the ghost energy and is facing the risk of losing control. He must be feeling bad.
Fan Zhiyi carefully considered his words, fearing to irritate Bing's fragile and sensitive heart. "Don't worry. As your master, I will never abandon you. They say everything is interdependent and mutually exclusive. There must be a solution."
Fan Zhiyi was aware of how touching his words were. Seeing Bing Nandong staring at him in silence, he thought he was deeply moved. This was such a touching master-disciple relationship. But the next second, Bing Nandong said, "Master is truly an emotional and impulsive person."
Fan Zhiyi: “…” I really want to punch him twice.
"Master."
"what?"
Bing Nandong moved closer, supported himself on the ground with one hand, and casually touched his lips with the other hand. Fan Zhiyi then looked at his lips.
Bingnan Dong's lips are beautiful in shape. Perhaps because they are stained with blood, the paleness is covered by the bright red, making him look more like a ghost.
Those lips were soft, gentle, and full of blood...
A faint blush crept onto Fan Zhiyi's face. He had finally forgotten the scene of Bing Nandong biting him, but now it resurfaced at an inopportune moment. Damn, that was his first kiss. He'd never kissed anyone before in his life, and yet, he came into this world to dedicate himself to his own disciple! This was simply outrageous!
Fan Zhiyi had previously, while Bing Nandong was unconscious and meditating, hinted to himself that he could slowly let go of this matter. Perhaps the disciple's mind was unclear and he had mistaken someone, or perhaps it was an accident. Aren't these plots common in novels? Unexpectedly, just because of Bing Nandong's action, even more vivid details came back to him: the action, Bing Nandong's confused expression, the touch, the slight pain of knocking his teeth...
Fan Zhiyi tried his best not to look too panicked. Bing Nandong wanted to suck blood at that time, but he hit the wrong place.
Yes, that must be it.
"Master, do you still remember what I felt before you knocked me out..."
"Ah, what did you say? I suddenly can't hear clearly." Fan Zhiyi pretended to be crazy, otherwise he would really tap his toes on the ground. If Bing Nandong really said it, he probably wouldn't know how to get along with him in the future.
"I kissed you." Bing Nandong finished speaking to himself.
Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a second, then looked at him and said calmly, "It's okay. You were unconscious at the time and didn't mean to do it. It's understandable. We're all grown men, so don't take it so seriously." Fan Zhiyi could only comfort himself in this way, and patted Bing Nandong on the shoulder, "It's okay. We are still innocent."
Bing Nandong didn't say anything, just looked at Fan Zhiyi solemnly, then suddenly hooked his hands around the back of Fan Zhiyi's head and kissed him.
It was a very light kiss. Bing Nandong restrained himself from probing and just rubbed his lips against Fan Zhiyi's, tossing and turning them around with special care.
He let go slightly, and his nose touched Fan Zhiyi's. Fan Zhiyi could even see Bing Nandong's long and thick eyelashes clearly.
"Now, Master can't say I'm out of my mind anymore."
Fan Zhiyi pushed Bing Nandong hard, watching his lips move a few times, unable to utter a single word. He was furious. Damn it!
"Bing Nandong, you, you... your brain has been taken over by ghost energy. You've gone crazy!"
"If Master is really angry, you can just hit me. Master knows that I am no match for you."
“…”
Bing Nandong pressed the issue further: "Master, are you still not used to this body?"
These words made Fan Zhiyi shudder. There was a loud thunder outside, and then the light of lightning hit Bing Nandong's face, alternating between light and dark.
Fan Zhiyi swallowed his saliva. "You... stop talking nonsense, Bing Nandong. If you do this, where will you put Cen Jun's brother?"
"Fan Zhiyi." Bing Nandong called out. Fan Zhiyi didn't know who he was calling for a moment, but Bing Nandong's extremely aggressive gaze was fixed on him through his misty pupils.
Bing Nandong opened his lips lightly: "Master, Fan Zhiyi, it's all you."
Thunder and lightning came one after another, and a howling wind leaked in from the hole just now. I didn’t feel it before, but now I feel so cold.
The rain was unpredictable and got heavier.
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