Those eyes were deep, as if searching for something through him. Then, the other party raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile: "They say it's all nonsense. Today, I heard that it is true. You are really leisurely and willing to listen to it."
Fan Zhiyi realized that the other party was talking to him and sighed: "I can't help it. If I don't listen, I might be gone from the beginning."
The man laughed again: "How long do you want to soak in the water?"
Fan Zhiyi looked down and saw that most of his body was submerged in water. He felt cold now, so he hugged himself and walked out of the lake to the shore. Didn't that ghost say that the bottom of the lake was full of ghosts? Wouldn't a bunch of ghost hands suddenly appear and grab him?
Fortunately, Fan Zhiyi reached the shore safely, and the young man also walked to the shore from the pavilion in the middle of the lake. He looked at Fan Zhiyi with a gentle but distant smile on his face, and did not reach out to help Fan Zhiyi.
This is the right attitude when meeting a stranger.
It sounded like the other party had been observing him and the ghost for a long time, but hadn't made a move. Fan Zhiyi had no reason to complain. After all, they were strangers, and the other party's willingness to save him was already very good.
Fan Zhiyi glanced at him. The young man had his hair tied up in a high ponytail, with some strands of hair falling on his face. He was dressed in black with a slightly high collar that covered his neck and most of his chin. He was wearing a belt, which made his waist look thin and strong. He had wrist guards on his cuffs to facilitate movement. He looked extremely handsome, exactly like the kind of chivalrous man that Fan Zhiyi had imagined, and even more handsome than he had imagined.
Fan Zhiyi was extremely envious and said sincerely, "Thank you very much."
"No need. You have to be more careful here." After the young man gave the instructions, he was about to leave alone.
Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi thought that he had finally met a cultivator. Although he was not sure whether he was an enemy or a friend, good or bad, it was still much better than walking alone with a sick body.
Some opportunities will be lost if you don't fight for them. When it comes to matters of life and death, how can you not take the initiative? So Fan Zhiyi shamelessly asked, "Well, can I go with you?"
Hearing this, the young man stopped walking with his back to Fan Zhiyi. The curve of his mouth widened a little, making him look cunning, like a fox that, after careful planning, finally saw the rabbit that fell into its trap.
But in just a moment, the young man's expression returned to normal and he turned sideways to look at him.
Fan Zhiyi immediately stood up straight and introduced himself as if he was selling something: "I will definitely not cause any trouble for you. If you are in danger that cannot be solved, you can escape on your own. Don't worry..."
"Your face is so red." The young man interrupted him and took a few steps towards him.
The young man walked very naturally during these few steps, and his speed was the same as usual, neither fast nor slow. There was a hint of concern on his face, but not much.
Finally, the young man stood in front of Fan Zhiyi. Because he was taller than Fan Zhiyi, the young man had to lower his eyes to look at Fan Zhiyi, while Fan Zhiyi had to look up.
"I...I..." Fan Zhiyi was a little worried that if the other party knew he was still running a fever, they would be even less willing to take him with them. However, given his condition, even if he didn't say anything, others would more or less guess that he was not feeling well. So he might as well be honest. "I caught a cold and have a slight fever."
"This is not good. Let's find a place to rest for a while."
Fan Zhiyi was stunned. Did he agree? Whatever. As long as the other party didn't refuse, he would just follow him.
Along the way, perhaps considering Fan Zhiyi's eye disease, the young man always walked very slowly and walked side by side with Fan Zhiyi.
Being so close, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but secretly glance at the young man again. That face was really perfect no matter from which angle you looked at it. He was so handsome that he didn't seem like a real person. I wonder who is more handsome between him and the protagonist of the book.
No, why would he think of this? Now is not the time to indulge in idle thoughts.
Fan Zhiyi exhaled a breath of hot air, feeling the fever that burned his eyes, ears, and forehead, making him feel very uncomfortable. He felt very dizzy, as if he was stepping on cotton, and he was about to fall over in the next second.
In fact, Fan Zhiyi was about to fall, but fortunately the young man quickly grabbed him and then naturally put his arm around his waist and put his entire weight on himself.
The young man frowned. The next moment, Fan Zhiyi felt a warm spiritual energy flowing into his body. The young man asked him, "Will this make things better?"
Fan Zhiyi nodded slightly, and heard the young man breathe a sigh of relief, and then he supported himself and walked.
The fog hid everything again. The two of them walked in it, unable to see the direction or the enemy.
Every step the young man took was very casual, and he seemed to be completely oblivious to the dangers around him, which made Fan Zhiyi feel as if he was strolling in his own backyard. But because of this, coupled with the fact that the young man had rescued him earlier, Fan Zhiyi felt that he should be a person with a higher level of cultivation, and he felt a little more at ease.
"You look a lot like a friend of mine." The young man said abruptly.
This sentence seems familiar. Gao Da has also said this to him. So, could your friend be the same person?
Fan Zhiyi looked up at him, puzzled. The young man smiled and said, "That was one of the reasons I saved you, but as a cultivator, caring for all living beings is a lifelong practice. So even if it was someone else today, I would still have saved them. I didn't intervene at the beginning, so I couldn't tell whether what was before my eyes was an illusion created by a ghost or reality. Please don't misunderstand me."
Fan Zhiyi felt better. The heat in his body subsided a little thanks to the young man's help, and his headache was relieved a lot. He replied, "I understand." This guy has a high level of ideological awareness, but people's hearts are hidden, so who knows if what he said is true.
"But the ghost's appearance is strange. I wonder if it's because you provoked something. Otherwise, as a cultivator, how could you be easily controlled by a ghost?"
"..." Having provoked the male protagonist, Fan Zhiyi said, "My cultivation is low, and I'm sick, so it's easy for me to get attacked." Listening to his tone, it's clear that his cultivation is not good, and he has a weak body. Is this something he can decide? He has to compete with these gifted academic masters and world views.
"Too."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”Brother, do you know how to chat? Shouldn’t you comfort me with a few words at this time?
Fan Zhiyi sighed, and the young man said, "It seems that if we want to go together, I have to keep a close eye on you, lest you get seduced by those ghosts."
His tone was half-joking, but it hit the point that Fan Zhiyi was most concerned about. Although these few words had broken the ice between them, Fan Zhiyi was still a little worried. He suddenly thought of his rubbish mind-reading skill and wondered if he should give it a try.
Now it feels weird to hold someone's hand with palms facing each other. I wonder if he will be considered a pervert.
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