The quilt was all left to Fan Zhiyi. It was cold at night, so Fan Zhiyi wrapped himself tightly. He didn't answer immediately, but asked first: "Is your soundproofing technique really completely soundproof?"
"What else?"
"People outside really can't hear anything at all? Even if the leader of the Fusha Sect comes, he won't be able to hear it?"
"Yeah." If this person was not Fan Zhiyi, the former Bing Nandong would have made some sarcastic remarks, but the current Bing Nandong would have lost his patience to continue talking.
After receiving the affirmation, Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "Your question is very unreasonable. As for the leader of the Fusha Sect, hasn't the world of immortal cultivation already reached a conclusion?"
"I sometimes wonder if there's some hidden agenda behind his sudden appearance, the founding of the Fusha Sect, and his single-minded determination to open the Ghost Gate and turn the world of immortal cultivation upside down."
There is no hidden secret, he is just a pervert who doesn't want to live anymore. Before he dies, he wants to drag everyone down with him and watch them suffer.
Fan Zhiyi could only think about it in his heart and couldn't share it with Cen Jun, so he said: "Good and evil will eventually have their consequences, all we can do is do our best." Besides, the author had already set up the background of the world of immortal cultivation, and the opening of the ghost gate was a foregone conclusion, it was just a matter of sooner or later. Even without the protagonist, the world would not be much better. The blackened protagonist would only make it worse. Thinking this way... could not comfort himself at all.
"Cen Jun" hadn't made any movement for a while, and Fan Zhiyi thought he had fallen asleep. Then he heard him say, "So what about you? What do you think of the leader?"
"Why are you so obsessed with this question?" Fan Zhiyi really couldn't understand why "Mr. Cen" was suddenly curious about these questions. He clearly didn't talk so much last night.
So, with his righteous side and a desire for revenge after being nearly killed by the male protagonist, Fan Zhiyi replied, "He's cruel and ruthless, not human. I think he's antisocial. He might even skin and tear apart a harmless dog on the street if he's not happy with it. Hiss, he's incredibly evil, and everyone deserves to kill him."
Bing Nandong: "..."
First impressions are always important, and it's very difficult to correct them. It's okay, fortunately he still has an identity. Bing Nandong comforted himself.
Fan Zhiyi noticed that the young man's expression suddenly became gloomy and unhappy, so he asked him, "What's wrong?" Shouldn't his answer be considered a perfect answer by "Mr. Cen"?
"Nothing."
Fan Zhiyi felt that "Cen Jun"'s reaction was strange, but since it had nothing to do with the mission, there was no need to worry too much about it.
Unexpectedly, after a pause of a few seconds, Bing Nandong continued to ask, "So what do you think of me?"
“…” Ahhhhh, why do you ask such a fatal question? Why do you have to compare yourself with the leader of the Fusha sect.
If Fan Zhiyi didn't know what "Cen Jun" was feeling, he could still praise her normally. But the key was that now he knew. What could he say? No matter what he said, it would give the other person the feeling of "Ah, you have feelings for me too." If he didn't reply, "Cen Jun" might get pissed off and kick him out of bed in a second, and the group outside who had a strong grudge against him would just throw him to the ground.
Fan Zhiyi wanted to speak but stopped, then wanted to speak again, then stopped again, and finally gave up talking.
But Bingnan Dong insisted on getting an answer and asked again.
Fan Zhiyi chose to pretend to be asleep, breathing regularly.
Bing Nandong: "...I know you didn't sleep."
“…”
"Stop pretending."
"Mr. Cen, don't be too serious. Some things are said even if they are not said." Fan Zhiyi pointed at him.
"I don't understand unless you explain it clearly."
Fan Zhiyi's face was filled with fearlessness. He closed his eyes and frowned as he said, "You care for me like a father. It's warm and reassuring. You know, I was adopted by the Fan family, but they weren't good to me. I've never felt the love of my parents. If you don't mind, I'll treat you like my own father and provide for your retirement."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Fan Zhiyi continued, "Oh, and your beloved, I will treat her like my own mother. It won't be painful for her to be my father, and since I'm still old enough, I won't have to spend all my energy raising her. Aside from my poor health and cultivation, I'm a filial son and don't have any major shortcomings. Mr. Cen, what do you think? If you think it's good, I'll kowtow and recognize her right away."
I don’t know how strictly the ethics of human beings are enforced in this world of immortal cultivation. He is already like this. As a righteous person, “Mr. Cen” can’t still have such thoughts.
"Stop talking." Bing Nandong took a deep breath, almost suffocated by Fan Zhiyi's words, "Go to sleep."
He began to wonder which step he had taken wrongly that led Fan Zhiyi to have this idea.
Now that Fan Zhiyi's problem was solved, he felt a little sleepy. Things that require a lot of brainpower can easily make people tired.
I don’t know if it’s because of the two layers of barriers, but the sound of heavy rain outside sounds rustling, which is very helpful for sleeping.
However, the hellish scene of the dead that he had seen before lingered in his mind, making Fan Zhiyi unable to sleep well.
Just when he was half asleep and half awake, Fan Zhiyi suddenly heard a burst of electric sound in his mind. He opened his eyes with a "swoosh" and shouted in his heart: "Bai Bai?"
"Host...Host...Host, connection successful." The white electronic voice was a little choppy at first, but then it became smooth. "I'm so sorry, host, there were some minor glitches."
"I'm not surprised at all." Fan Zhiyi was extremely calm upon hearing this. "I actually felt that even throwing me here was something your system could do."
Bai Bai: "..." It almost suspected that the host had remembered everything, "Originally, after checking that everything in this world was running normally, I was going to reconnect to the host, but suddenly there was a signal conflict and I couldn't connect."
"oh."
"Host, how far have you and the male protagonist progressed?"
"No progress." There is no sign of the other party, so what's the point of development? It would be unlucky to offer warmth to such a thing.
"Then why are you lying on the same bed?"
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
Fan Zhiyi: “!”
Fan Zhiyi's body instinctively reacted, and he immediately jumped up like a fish out of water. He hugged the quilt and leaned against the cold wall, weak and pitiful, helpless, staring at the person lying next to him with wide eyes in horror and disbelief.
Bing Nandong hadn't slept all night. He stared at Fan Zhiyi's back with resentment, wondering where he had done wrong. Unexpectedly, Fan Zhiyi was so agile that he jumped up in an instant, not giving him any chance to react.
So it was almost unsurprising that Bing Nandong unexpectedly made eye contact with Fan Zhiyi.
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