"Alright, if you want to see it all empty, you'll have to wait a while." Bing Nandong tied up the Qiankun bag with a wave of his hand and put the spirit stones back into the bag. He then shook the bag and placed it in the arms of the dumbfounded Fan Zhiyi, "Keep it safe."
"Give it all to me?" Fan Zhiyi was extremely surprised. It was a windfall, but he didn't dare to take it. Moreover, the other party was Bing Nandong, so he was afraid that he would sell himself out.
"What else?" Bing Nandong asked, "Everything I own is yours."
"I don't want it." Fan Zhiyi resisted the huge temptation and reluctantly raised the Qiankun bag and returned it to Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong frowned slightly: "Why?"
"No reason."
"If you don't keep these spirit stones, how are you going to support me in the future?" Bing Nandong's eyes softened as if he had thought of something, and the corner of his mouth raised, "By performing on the streets?"
"..." You, the male protagonist, still need me to support you? There's something wrong with you. There's something wrong with you, a big problem!
Bing Nandong returned the Qiankun bag to Fan Zhiyi's arms: "You don't have to worry about not having enough spirit stones anymore. Now, have you eaten?"
Fan Zhiyi thought this question was very strange and had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the next second, Bing Nandong said, "After eating, take a rest for a while, it's time to take medicine."
Fan Zhiyi: “…I haven’t finished eating yet!” Open your mouth, and continue eating!
After a while, Fan Zhiyi looked at the clean bowls and plates and felt like vomiting. He wanted to cry but couldn't, while Bing Nandong continued to stare at him calmly.
"Don't you have anything else to do?" Fan Zhiyi asked weakly.
"Yes, but things are more important now."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
After a pause, Fan Zhiyi continued, "It's not good to take medicine right after a meal."
"That makes sense. Let's read a book." Bing Nandong walked to the bookcase, took down two books, and casually threw one to Fan Zhiyi. Then he sat down at the main seat at the desk, opened a page, and actually started reading carefully.
Fan Zhiyi still sat in his seat, curiously flipping through a few pages of the book in his hand.
These words were very strange. He had never seen them before, but Fan Zhiyi was miraculously able to understand them. He attributed them to a privilege given to him for free.
However, being able to read and being able to learn are two different things. He did recognize all the characters, but when these characters were connected together, Fan Zhiyi just didn't understand what "qi sinking into the dantian", "guiding qi into the body", "spiritual power circulation" meant... It made him so confused that he might as well learn the "One Hundred Thousand Small Spells for Cultivating Immortality" given to him by Bai Bai.
Fan Zhiyi stole a glance at Bing Nandong. He sat quietly, his head propped up on one hand, legs crossed, his posture graceful. The candlelight fell on his eyelashes and the line of his lips, illuminating the skin not hidden by the mask like jade.
His hair was thick and heavy, but it was tied casually at the back with a headband, with a few strands hanging in front of him.
Undoubtedly, the male lead is good-looking. Unlike the handsome image seen in the haunted house, he looks gorgeous and melancholy, making it impossible to look away. Especially his eyes, staring at you, making it impossible to think...
Just as he was thinking this, Bing Nandong raised his head, and Fan Zhiyi met his eyes. He opened his mouth in surprise, then suddenly covered his eyes with the book.
"Come here." Bing Nandong said.
Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to do as he was told, so he moved over reluctantly. If he had known earlier, he would not have read it. It was fine for him and the male protagonist to just read the book honestly.
Fan Zhiyi came to the opposite side of Bing Nandong, who tapped the table and said, "Come over here."
Fan Zhiyi walked over cautiously, luckily there was no scene of grabbing the girl sitting on his lap. Bing Nandong just asked him if there was anything he didn't understand when reading the book, then carefully explained a few points to him, and asked Fan Zhiyi to try to mobilize the spiritual power in his body.
Fan Zhiyi tried it several times, each time feeling smoother. Then, Bing Nandong placed two fingers on Fan Zhiyi's wrist, letting him feel the spiritual energy entering his body. He then used his own spiritual energy to follow the incoming spiritual energy throughout his body, absorbing Bing Nandong's spiritual energy.
After finishing it, Fan Zhiyi felt extremely relaxed both physically and mentally, so at Bing Nandong's suggestion, he tried the little magic he had learned before. It was no longer intermittent like when he first came in, and this time he performed it easily.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in his heart. Bing Nandong explained, "Your cultivation has been affected by your spirit and soul and has stagnated. Now that you have nurtured your spirit and soul, you can continue to practice step by step every day. With my guidance, you will soon become a powerful cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation."
Fan Zhiyi really didn't know whether this was a compliment to him or to himself, but the male protagonist finally did a good thing, and Fan Zhiyi was quite grateful to him at this moment.
In the world of immortal cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, cultivation is extremely important, and Fan Zhiyi doesn't want to have to run away every time he encounters something.
Immediately afterwards, Fan Zhiyi heard Bing Nandong say, "Actually, dual cultivation is more effective. Do you want to try it?"
Fan Zhiyi: "...Can I say no?"
"Of course." Bing Nandong sat up straight, "Take the medicine."
"Um, uh...this person...how should I address you?"
"You can call me husband."
Fan Zhiyi: “…” This person is so shameless.
Of course, Fan Zhiyi couldn't really scream. He really couldn't scream. This guy was such a jerk. Even though he had Bai Yueguang, he still teased him like this. Fan Zhiyi's gratitude was gone. "Just can you give me..." Fan Zhiyi glanced at him and said tentatively, "Just give me the antidote."
"What antidote?"
You are still pretending, right?
"You poisoned me when we first met, right?" Bai Bai told him this. Anyway, if Bing Nandong asked him why he knew it, he had already thought of an excuse.
Bing Nandong also remembered that he had already detoxified the poison in Fan Zhiyi as soon as he recognized him. There was no one else around when he poisoned him, and Fan Zhiyi was unconscious. He never had an attack after that. How could he know?
Bing Nandong coughed lightly, wondering whether to tell the truth. After only a second or two of hesitation, he said, "Didn't I give you the antidote yesterday?"
"You mean... that medicine that strengthens the body?"
Bing Nandong nodded. "This poison is very special. The antidote needs to be taken for a while. And once you take this antidote, you can't stop taking it until the poison is resolved. Otherwise..." Bing Nandong smiled maliciously, "You will be in excruciating pain."
Fan Zhiyi was truly frightened. Bing Nandong lowered his eyelids and stopped looking at him. His voice was filled with regret: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have poisoned you. If you're still angry, I'll take the poison myself."
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