He didn't know whether Bing Nandong, who was now in a daze, could hear what he said clearly or understand what he meant, but the next moment Bing Nandong kissed him again and resumed his rough behavior at the beginning.
The woods were hidden, and the moonlight couldn't penetrate. This kind of environment didn't seem scary to Fan Zhiyi anymore, and instead alleviated some of his shame. His first time was a little too exciting.
The summer night wind was also hot. Fan Zhiyi was panting, his clothes piled up around his waist. He hugged Bing Nandong and said, "It hurts."
It really hurts. The operation of the technique starts to guide everything towards his body. The conflict between spiritual power and ghost energy makes Fan Zhiyi feel like his body is being torn apart.
Pleasure was accompanied by pain, and Fan Zhiyi felt as if he was about to ascend to heaven. He really wanted to let the pleasure drown out the pain.
Bing Nandong stopped, put his arm around his waist and left the tree bark he was leaning against. The world was spinning, and Fan Zhiyi was pressed to the ground. He could only see Bing Nandong, and his vision was completely filled with Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong lowered her eyes and looked at him, every part of her was particularly sexy.
He kissed Fan Zhiyi's leg: "Master, there is a mole here, so beautiful."
Fan Zhiyi covered his mouth, his face flushed, and he felt waves of heat rising up, thinking that he was about to be cooked.
A kiss as heavy as the sky and earth, demanded without restraint, with the persistence and ruthlessness of throwing away a broken jar.
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi, the tears in the corners of his eyes melted into his temples. He and Fan Zhiyi even breathed in unison, his heartbeat in tune with his own.
He scooped up his sun and seized the daylight.
He saw Fan Zhiyi reaching out to him and hugging him, raising his neck to kiss him passionately, and sinking with him into the only bliss they had experienced in these days.
The woods were filled with fresh mist in the early morning. Fan Zhiyi tied up his hair. His hands were shaking as he finally tidied himself and Bing Nandong.
The pain made his lips turn pale and tremble, and every small movement was painful.
Bing Nan Dong was still asleep after being put under a sleeping spell by him, but his brows were furrowed as usual. He seemed to see Bing Nan Dong frowning the most, as Bing Nan Dong didn't seem to like smiling much.
Fan Zhiyi conjured a piece of paper with a thought. He endured the pain and thought for a moment before using his spiritual power to write on it: "I will be back. Don't come looking for me. Be obedient and wait for me. If you can't wait for me in ten years, forget it." After writing, Fan Zhiyi added, "But I should be able to come soon."
After writing it, he stuffed it into Bing Nandong's hand and set up a solid triple barrier for him. After repeatedly confirming with the system that Bing Nandong's life would not be in danger if he left him here, he was still worried.
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong for a long time. The poison and evil spirit in Bing Nandong's body were now on himself. At least Bing Nandong would not feel so much pain anymore.
Oh my god, Fan Zhiyi didn’t know how long Bing Nandong had endured the pain, but he couldn’t bear it even for a second.
"Host, you can choose to leave now."
"Where is the Ghost Gate?" Fan Zhiyi asked suddenly.
Bai Bai seemed to know what he wanted to do: "Host, everything you want to do is useless."
"You won't know if it works until you try it."
The system sighed and showed Fan Zhiyi a route in his mind. Fan Zhiyi took one last look at Bing Nandong and left.
His figure slowly transformed into Bing Nandong's appearance, and he appeared in front of the disciples guarding the Ghost Gate with great fanfare.
It turned out that this Ghost Gate was quite close to Tianyun Sect. Fan Zhiyi spat out a mouthful of blood and looked down at a Tianyun Sect disciple under his feet. The man wanted to resist, but unfortunately he couldn't move away from Fan Zhiyi's feet.
But he was clever enough to send a signal to the sect. Now the entire world of immortal cultivation knew something was wrong. What exactly happened was that Bing Nandong had finally, as they had wished, voluntarily come to the Ghost Gate to die. Congratulations, congratulations.
It seems that I need to hurry up, because those people will probably swarm over here soon.
A drop of rain fell on Fan Zhiyi's face. His eyelashes moved, and then two, three, more and more raindrops fell. It was a rainy day today.
Fan Zhiyi looked up at the huge, pitch-black hole in the air that looked like a vortex, with a puzzled expression on his face, and asked in his mind, "Is this the Ghost Gate?" He thought it would be some particularly tall and majestic gate, with thousands of ghosts crowded inside, trying to escape.
Just as Fan Zhiyi was thinking this, as if to slap Fan Zhiyi in the face and let him understand the price of despising the Ghost Gate, a pale ghost hand immediately emerged from the hole, followed by half a body, half skeleton and half rotten human skin, making it impossible to tell whether the face was male or female.
Fan Zhiyi shuddered with fear and took a step back involuntarily, mocking him in vain: "I taught you to look down on the novel's setting."
Fan Zhiyi: "...Actually, Bing Nandong is the male lead, right?"
in vain:"……"
The system's silence made Fan Zhiyi laugh wildly, his hands on his hips. "You idiot system, do you really think your host is a fool? You knew I recognized the wrong person but you didn't tell me."
"I didn't expect that the host would react one day. I had planned to wait until the right time to tell the host."
"Come on." Fan Zhiyi didn't know about this damn system yet. It only fooled people. Fan Zhiyi sighed, "Oh, my waist hurts, it hurts everywhere. This is such a sin."
The system thought about it with its electronic brain, and still curiously asked, "Really?"
"Nonsense, try being pressed down all night without a break, tossing and turning. This young man has great physical strength."
"Host, is this something I can listen to?"
Fan Zhiyi chuckled, but it was a tinge of bitterness. He used his spiritual power to cut off the ghost hand, sending him back to the Ghost Gate. He flew towards the Ghost Gate and finally asked the question that had been buried in his heart: "Can Bing Nandong really seal the Ghost Gate?"
"Yes," Bai Bai answered truthfully. "The host can do that, too. The host's spiritual power is so strong that sealing the Ghost Gate for a few years isn't a problem, but the chances of their soul scattering are also very high. As a system, we still recommend that the host think carefully. If their soul scatters, then the host is truly gone, and the system can't save them. This is why many hosts are reluctant to participate in novels with a cultivation background. There are too many strange settings and uncontrollable factors, and the risks are too great."
Fan Zhiyi sighed, his heels felt like they were filled with lead and he could hardly move.
The system said: "Host, you are afraid now, but you can still return."
"What's there to be afraid of? Just do it!" Fan Zhiyi was full of passion and enthusiasm. The arrow was on the string and had to be shot. He formed seals with his hands and felt that the closer he got, the more the ghost energy in his body wanted to rush into the ghost gate as if it was summoned. Fan Zhiyi chanted a spell to steady his mind, and then used all his spiritual power to block the ghost gate.
Dark clouds covered the sky, blocking out the sun. The sky seemed to be pierced and the rain poured out.
Finally, the Immortal Lord fell, and the Ghost Gate shrank to a small ball, wrapped in a barrier, ready to open again, and it was unknown how long it would take.
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