So, is it really feasible? Fan Zhiyi thought that since his body was so well-cultivated, he couldn't let it go to waste even if he passed away.
"right."
Fan Zhiyi did what he said, and the system immediately stopped him: "Host, I can provide you with a practice method. Based on the dual cultivation method that Jin Wu gave you, you can transfer the toxins and ghost energy in Bing Nandong's body to you. But host, you are not Bing Nandong. The ghost energy will corrode you and make you extremely painful before your death. Host, please think about it."
"Extremely painful, how painful is that?" Fan Zhiyi said timidly, "Is it more painful than having your hand turned to bones and pierced by a sword?"
"Host, please understand. That pain will be ten times greater than either of those two. You will see your will gradually being devoured by the ghostly energy, and feel yourself heading towards certain death."
"If the ghost energy is so powerful, then why is your system so unreliable that you left me alone in such a dangerous world?"
Ignorance is bliss, and a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. This is exactly what Fan Zhiyi said. To be honest, he was a little scared by the system. Life was so good, but Fan Zhiyi still hadn't lived enough. He had to at least spend all his savings.
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, who was gasping for breath with his eyes closed, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his face. The young man's handsome face was covered with scars of various sizes, which gave him a kind of decadent beauty. He remembered that Bing Nandong had blocked an arrow for him, and then Bing Nandong had pulled it out with all his might.
"Host, it's meaningless. You can't change the destined path." The system spoke again, "Take it easy for yourself before you leave."
Fan Zhiyi didn't say anything, but Bing Nandong suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Fan Zhiyi, tightly grasping his hand: "Fan Zhiyi, where are you going?"
It was truly extremely sensitive. Fan Zhiyi was particularly impressed by Bing Nandong's sixth sense and smiled: "I'm not going anywhere."
Bing Nandong shook his head, his eyes unwilling to leave Fan Zhiyi for a moment, and opened his mouth to say, "It hurts so much."
"...I know." Fan Zhiyi said, "I'm here."
Perhaps it was these words that made Bing Nandong feel a little safer. Fan Zhiyi noticed that he relaxed his tense body slightly, but he still did not let go of Fan Zhiyi, and it seemed that he did not completely trust his words.
"Let's make a pinky promise." After a while, Bing Nandong made a request.
How could he be like a little child? Fan Zhiyi didn't move, so Bing Nandong stared at him silently, expressing his attitude. Seeing that Fan Zhiyi didn't budge, Bing Nandong frowned and reluctantly put his face in Fan Zhiyi's palm: "Fan Zhiyi, why don't you like me?"
Bing Nandong's pupils were a little dilated. If he was still fully awake, he would definitely not reveal his vulnerability to Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi said, "No reason. If I don't like something, I just don't like it. It's too tiring to have to find a reason for everything. Bing Nandong, don't get too hung up on things. Learn to be flexible. There are many people in the world who treat you well. Live well."
Bing Nandong's Adam's apple moved, and he choked up a little: "The only person in the world who would treat me this well is Fan Zhiyi. There is only one Fan Zhiyi."
"No, there are many people named Fan Zhiyi." Every word Fan Zhiyi said was a rebuttal to Bing Nandong.
In the dark night, Bing Nandong suddenly turned over and pressed Fan Zhiyi against the tree with strength he didn't know where he got from. He squeezed his knees between Fan Zhiyi's legs and pinched Fan Zhiyi's throat with one hand: "You really want to leave, right?" His eyes were red and scary, like a ghost in the forest.
Fan Zhiyi did not struggle, because Bing Nandong only acted cruel, but he was pinching, no, it should be said that the hand on his neck was not willing to use even the slightest strength.
I don't know who this person learned this from, but he is good at pretending.
Fan Zhiyi looked at him quietly, but it was this calmness that made Bing Nandong even crazier and ignited all his anger. His self-control was almost gone, and he was wrapped in deep fear. This fear was called "Fan Zhiyi was going to leave again and leave him alone again."
Bing Nandong didn't know why he was so sure, but he just knew that Fan Zhiyi was really going to leave him again.
What should he do then? Could he take him with him? Could he kill him, or could Fan Zhiyi really just throw him into the Ghost Gate? It would all be fine. He didn't want to be alone anymore, so even if Fan Zhiyi lied to him, that would be fine.
A tear rolled down Bing Nandong's eyes. "Where are you going? Why can't you tell me? No matter what happens, we can figure it out together. Please, don't go."
Fan Zhiyi raised his hand and wiped Bing Nandong's tears with his sleeve. He said nothing, but sighed in his heart. It was the system setting, and Bing Nandong had no way to change it. He was a character in the book, and no matter what, he could not escape the rules and regulations stipulated in the book.
Seeing Fan Zhiyi's reaction, Bing Nandong's last remaining sanity snapped. He roared, "Why? Why can you grant Cen Jun's every request, but not me? Why can't you like me? Why have you forgotten me?" He was like a wild animal controlled by his emotions, wanting to vent all his dissatisfaction. "You've already protected me with your own life, you can be friends and masters, why can't you be lovers?"
He was forcing Fan Zhiyi, forcing him to say what he wanted to hear. If it could achieve the desired effect, he would do anything.
Fan Zhiyi looked at him in silence. Bing Nandong finally gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I hate you."
As he spoke, he forcefully kissed Fan Zhiyi on the lips. It was a rough kiss that forced Fan Zhiyi to endure it and he couldn't help but resist.
I really owe him this. Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, and then gently hugged Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi's face felt a little hot, and he suspected that Bing Nandong's warmth had passed to him. He had never kissed anyone before, and his last experience with Bing Nandong wasn't exactly sweet, but it was still fresh in his memory. He imitated Bing Nandong's youthful response.
This slight change made Bing Nandong feel a little confused and uncertain. He looked at Fan Zhiyi, rubbed him with the tip of his nose, then tentatively slowed down his movements, and instinctively used all his strength to arouse Fan Zhiyi's desire.
"Host, have you thought it through?"
"Yeah." Fan Zhiyi pretended to be calm and answered Bai Bai's question in his mind, "Pass the skills to me, and then don't peek." Although he was usually not very shameless, he was not open enough to let the system observe from the side.
After a long kiss, Fan Zhiyi kissed the corner of Bing Nandong's lips lovingly: "Bing Nandong, we..." Fan Zhiyi's voice was unstable and very low. He lowered his head in shame and did not dare to look Bing Nandong in the eyes. Only his hands trembled as he untied Bing Nandong's outer robe. The meaning was self-evident.
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