How do you determine who is the protagonist in this world? Or, in other words, how do your superiors and the things that drive you define the protagonists? Bing Nandong stared at Fan Zhiyi, his eyes as deep as the current darkness, rolling up the oppressive dark clouds and the violent storm that would come at any time.
"Well, it depends on the author. Every author has different ideas."
"What about you?"
"Me?" Fan Zhiyi had never thought about this question before. If he wrote a book, what kind of protagonist would he want?
Fan Zhiyi touched his chin, lowered his eyes and thought: "Definitely not the kind with a dark mind, a changeable temper, and the desire to kill people at any time." Although he thought this kind of protagonist was cool when he read the article a long time ago, it seems that since he was inspired by this article, Fan Zhiyi has not been exposed to this kind of novel. In addition, he has really encountered one now, and he has had enough.
When Bing Nandong heard this, his eyelids twitched, his heart skipped a beat, and he pursed his lips tightly.
"But don't be too sanctimonious."
"Holy Mother White Lotus?"
"Well, I want to save everyone no matter who they are. Even if they are the enemies who killed my father, mother and wiped out my clan, I can be soft-hearted and let them go." Fan Zhiyi said, gesturing unconsciously with his hands.
"So you can accept that the protagonist isn't perfect, or even that he's not entirely a good person?"
"I accept it." There's nothing wrong with that. "But the mainstream style of novels these days is still for the protagonist to be a righteous man."
Bing Nandong pondered for a moment. Was this last sentence the key clue? Then, as long as they met the requirements, anyone could be the protagonist, right? As long as the requirements were met to the extreme, it would be hard for him not to choose himself as the protagonist.
Over the next two days, it rained every night and stopped during the day. The puddles on the roads never got smaller, the air was always humid, and the fog appeared and disappeared from time to time. However, in the entire space, there were only Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong.
In the past two days, their relationship has made great progress. After all, the only people they can talk to and rely on now are the people around them.
To be more specific, Fan Zhiyi could only choose to give most of his trust to "Mr. Cen". After all, the other party was necessary to him, but he was dispensable to the other party. He had to try his best to appear less troublesome.
But in contrast, "Cen Jun" is much more pretentious. When it is time to sleep, he must pull Fan Zhiyi to sleep, and the bedding and room must be cleaned with magic. When it is time to wash, he must wash, and when it is time to eat... There is no way to be particular about this, but the dry food "Cen Jun" gives him is simply n times more delicious than what Gao Da and the others give him.
The scene at the junction of Yin and Yang was changing all the time. Sometimes, some ghosts would jump out from nowhere to scare Fan Zhiyi, and then "Cen Jun" would support him and chant spells to easily drive them away or eliminate them; sometimes, while walking, the ground would suddenly crack in the middle and break into two sections, and "Cen Jun" would have to hold him in his arms and take him to fly on the sword. However, since this was the first time that Fan Zhiyi was taken to fly on a sword and flew so high, he was a little afraid of heights, so he could only cling to the other party tightly.
But "Mr. Cen" might have wanted to leave this haunted place by flying a sword, but unfortunately, even though the house looked just like that from above, he couldn't get out no matter what.
However, after living in this dangerous place for two days, Fan Zhiyi was not haggard at all, but full of energy.
Bing Nandong also found time to teach him magic and dagger techniques. Every time this happened, Bing Nandong would stand by, holding his sword, his face much more serious than usual, so Fan Zhiyi naturally learned with extra care.
Bing Nandong would sometimes hold the unsheathed sword, lift Fan Zhiyi's hand with the end of the sword, and then slide it lightly across the skin of his neck until it lifted his chin.
This slightly frivolous action of his didn't make people think too much, perhaps because Bing Nandong's expression was extremely serious, as if he really had to teach Fan Zhiyi a trick.
"Keep your head up, don't look down, and attack with confidence."
Sometimes, the scabbard would be used to pat Fan Zhiyi's butt lightly, and then pat his waist to remind him if his movements were not done well.
Fan Zhiyi didn't take these too seriously. After all, he was completely focused on achieving great success in his magical skills. With the guidance of the big boss, he didn't know whether his body could improve rapidly.
Fan Zhiyi had also asked "Cen Jun" if there was any possibility of improving his physical condition, but "Cen Jun" was very secretive. Looking at him with those deep eyes, he said mysteriously, "The time is not right yet."
Fan Zhiyi didn't understand what happened at this moment, but he began to notice that "Cen Jun" was a little too nice to him. It was on the fourth night in the haunted house that those normal things actually became abnormal.
At that time, Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong had tidied up the room as usual and were lying on the bed. However, due to some unforeseen circumstances, Fan Zhiyi accidentally pressed Bing Nandong's palm. Then he heard the young man's laughter: "Oh, there is also a small mole on the earlobe. I want to rub it."
The tone is extremely ambiguous and full of provocation.
Fan Zhiyi was horrified, unable to reconcile this with the gentle, serious image of the young man during the day. He immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, then moved away and covered his ears.
Because he was facing away from Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi couldn't see Bing Nandong staring at him from behind, and Bing Nandong couldn't see Fan Zhiyi's stunned expression either.
His brain froze.
Damn, damn, damn, what was that just now? What was that? Is there something wrong with my third-rate mind reading skill?
Maybe he was wrong, the boss was just thinking casually, or his hands couldn't be idle, or he was just curious about the mole on his ear... Ahhh, Fan Zhiyi couldn't convince himself. Sleeping in the same bed, the other party still had such an inner monologue. It was weird no matter how he thought about it.
Damn, why did he touch the palm of someone's hand just now?
"What's wrong with your ear?" Bing Nandong asked him from behind.
"My...my, my, my, my ears are a little hot, let me cover them."
Bing Nandong raised his eyebrows. Fan Zhiyi sometimes had some weird little movements, so he didn't take it to heart. But it was a pity that he couldn't continue to stare at the mole on the earlobe, so he might as well stare at other places.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't sleep. He thought about the many times he and "Cen Jun" had been too close, and the more he thought about it, the weirder it seemed...
Then Fan Zhiyi stopped all these thoughts and couldn't think too much about it. Maybe it was just because of the candlelight tonight, and people saw it and felt curious and wanted to rub it... Ahhhhh, why would he want to rub it? If he saw a mole on someone else's earlobe, would he have this idea?
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