In this room, he didn't know how time changed, nor did he know how the sun and moon changed. He could only learn from Bing Nandong whether another day had passed, whether it was morning or afternoon, because this bastard calculated every day very diligently, just waiting for the new day to come to coax him, and even said hypocritically that the more kisses the better, at least twice a day, once to repair the soul, and once to detoxify. Sometimes, Fan Zhiyi was confused by the kisses and would be taken advantage of more.
I can’t handle it. I simply can’t handle it.
Another time, while Fan Zhiyi was being kissed, this body suddenly became unable to move again. This startled Bing Nandong, who immediately stopped and used his spiritual power to probe his body. Then, he breathed a sigh of relief in his ear and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, it will be back in a while. Are you feeling any discomfort?"
Fan Zhiyi couldn't move and could only stare at Bing Nandong and blink. Of course he knew that he would recover in a while, but if he couldn't move at this time, wouldn't that be like a sheep walking into the tiger's mouth?
Sure enough, the dog stared at him for a long time, and then the next second, it covered Fan Zhiyi's eyes. His vision was dark, and his sense of touch became more acute. Fan Zhiyi felt the friction on his lips and the invasion of his mouth and tongue, and he took a breath.
After this, Fan Zhiyi was very angry. He didn't care whether he was the male lead or not. He just asked for a kiss once a day. Detoxification and repair by kissing were done in one step. He didn't even ask Bing Nandong to let him go. Could he be more restrained?
Fuck, how did he get to this point? Damn, what warmth is there? If he stays any longer, he will be locked up here every day waiting for the male protagonist to tease him. Fan Zhiyi feels that he is going to have a big mental problem. He is going to turn evil too. Who wouldn't turn evil?
But gradually, he was not so afraid of the male protagonist anymore, but he felt that this man was sick more and more. Sure enough, the absence of Bai Yueguang was too much of a blow to the male protagonist, causing his brain to work worse and worse.
But in addition to this, not only were Fan Zhiyi's three meals a day delicious meals prepared by Bing Nandong himself, but he also received a Qiankun bag filled with a huge amount of spirit stones every day.
Fan Zhiyi felt that he was extremely rich now, but it was a pity that he couldn't go out. He had so much money but nowhere to spend it, which made him feel mixed emotions.
Having said that, the male protagonist is good at winning people's hearts. Fan Zhiyi was indeed very angry when he was abducted here and treated like this in the beginning. However, unable to resist the temptation of money, Fan Zhiyi gradually relaxed a lot, and even felt that being kissed every day was nothing. It's terrible, this is the power of money. Damn, he has fallen, his morals and integrity are gone, Bai Bai, if you don't come back, your host is basically finished.
It was the same on this day. Fan Zhiyi was supervised in his practice. After integrating the spiritual power in his body, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt refreshed.
Looking at Bing Nandong sitting at the desk reading a book calmly, Fan Zhiyi felt that this male protagonist was really idle. He just stayed by his side every day and didn't deal with academic affairs or anything. Besides, didn't he have to play two identities at the same time? Wouldn't he be exposed like this?
However, one time Fan Zhiyi woke up in a daze at night and found that there was no one around. He guessed that this bastard would go out every day after he fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was as if he had a radar installed on him and would come back immediately.
Just when Fan Zhiyi's thoughts were wandering, Bing Nandong closed the book in his hand and looked at him: "I'll take you to a good place."
The good place Bingnandong mentioned is a tall building that reaches into the clouds.
The stars are bright tonight, and Fan Zhiyi feels as if he can touch them if he stretches out his hand.
He looked up at the starry sky, but Bing Nandong's eyes never left him: "This building is called Picking Stars."
"Picking the Stars, what a nice name."
Fan Zhiyi said, and then he heard Bing Nandong's inner voice: "It was built specially for you."
Fan Zhiyi's heartbeat quickened, and his fingers trembled. This happened again. Was he afraid he'd treat her like Bai Yueguang again?
Holding hands has now become as habitual as kissing. Fan Zhiyi did not refuse holding hands because his mind reading ability allows him to directly perceive the male protagonist's thoughts and he no longer has to guess and worry about it.
It can be said that Fan Zhiyi is now very dependent on mind reading, to the point where he cannot do without it. This may not be a good habit, but the male protagonist's mind is unpredictable. Only in this way can Fan Zhiyi know exactly what the male protagonist wants, so as to avoid scaring himself and scaring himself to death before completing the task.
"Tonight is the opening day of the ghost market." They stood at the highest point upstairs, and the wind blew in their faces, it was very cold.
Fan Zhiyi looked down. He had been to this street before when he first came out of the haunted house. The lights in front of each stall were cold white. The street was still empty and there were no ghosts on the stalls. From his highest point, he could only see some vague black spots moving in front of the light.
Standing at the highest point, Fan Zhiyi saw the dense forest stretching for miles outside this dead little town, making the town seem isolated.
They had just come down from the mountain. The main temple of the Fusha sect was on the mountain next to the small town.
Fan Zhiyi was a little curious: "This building is so tall, it must be easy for those monks to find it?" Then why is the hero's Fusha Sect's lair safe and sound from beginning to end in the book? Is it the hero's halo?
Bing Nandong's eyes deepened behind his mask, and he tightened his clasped hands. "I'm not stupid. Am I waiting for them to catch me? I've naturally set up barriers and magic circles all over this area to hide myself."
"Oh~" Indeed, Fan Zhiyi felt that he seemed to have asked a stupid question. He had been locked up for a long time, not only could he not breathe fresh air, but he also had to hang out with the male protagonist every day, which made his brain not work well. It seems that being stupid is also a contagious disease.
Bing Nandong retracted his gaze and looked at the street below: "They are either those who escaped from the ghost gate, or they are lonely ghosts whose obsessions are too strong to be reborn."
"You... took them in?"
Bing Nandong laughed: "Not really, they are just waiting for an opportunity."
"What opportunity?"
"An opportunity to avenge hatred and grievances. Heaven is unfair, treating all things as straw dogs, but they are here. They will not gradually dissipate by staying in the human world, nor will they be killed by monks before they can take revenge. They can wait until the time of liberation."
Fan Zhiyi listened without saying anything.
Perhaps Bing Nandong's intentions were good. There are too many people wronged in the world, and this is a world of immortal cultivation where strength reigns supreme. According to the established rules, many people might not be able to vent their anger. With the hero's support, revenge is indeed much faster. However, this also allows some evil spirits to exploit the situation and commit evil. Furthermore, some ghosts have long lost their sanity and cannot help but kill innocent people.
Therefore, even if this is the case, there will still be no real fairness.
However, the protagonist Bing Nandong is just a madman who wants to destroy the world. He has long lost hope in life. How can he expect the evil ghosts under his management to be any good ghosts?
Is this really the case?
After spending these few days together, Fan Zhiyi realized that his mind-reading ability never lies. He felt that Bing Nandong seemed a little different from the description in the book. Could it be because he played a role in providing warmth as a substitute?
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