"You should rest first. The snowy mountains are cold, but it's warm inside the house." Bing Nandong said, and without waiting for Fan Zhiyi's reaction, he let go of his hand and left, leaving Fan Zhiyi standing there dryly with two bouquets of flowers in his hands, with a question mark slowly emerging in his mind.
Dude, don't you even give a reminder before ending a conversation? Fan Zhiyi thought the male protagonist was going to play some tricks again, but nothing happened. So he looked at his hands, which still had the warmth of Bing Nandong on them.
That's all.
Fan Zhiyi pushed the door open and walked in. The room was very tidy, with everything needed prepared. A faint aroma wafted through the air, and for some reason it felt warm, like a sunny day in spring.
Hmm, boring. Fan Zhiyi thought, he should still suggest going with Bing Nandong, so that it would be more conducive to completing the mission and also help him find the so-called truth.
Fan Zhiyi walked in and noticed a large red-painted wooden box under the table. He walked over and saw a note stuck on it - to Yi Zhifan, signed by Cen Jun.
This male lead really put on a good show, with absolutely no fault to be found in any of his scenes. Fan Zhiyi was quite speechless, then he tore off the paper and opened the box. The dazzling light instantly blinded him, and his mouth immediately opened into an O shape.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, what is all this? My family is getting rich!
Fan Zhiyi carefully picked up the glittering folding fan on top. As soon as he touched it, a piece of text appeared in the air, and Bing Nandong's explanation was also heard.
It turned out to be a magic weapon. Bing Nandong thoughtfully wrote down how many spirit stones this magic weapon could be exchanged for, so that Fan Zhiyi would have an idea in his mind. The result was that his mouth opened even wider.
He has never seen the world, help!
Not only this fan, but this box is full of treasures that can be seen but not reached. Bing Nandong has explained all of them, and they will be automatically displayed as long as Fan Zhiyi touches them.
Fan Zhiyi stayed in the room watching the whole day without feeling tired. He only took a break to eat. He really enjoyed it!
Fan Zhiyi took out his bag of spirit stones and counted how many there were. The more he counted, the happier he became. Why should he go back to reality? He wanted to stay here and become a millionaire! But this world was too dangerous. He could use the spirit stones to buy some guards. Emmm, forget it. He struggled for a moment, feeling it was unrealistic and unsettling. An innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure. Money is important, but so is his life. He couldn't bear to part with his hard-earned money in the real world. Go back, wuwuwu, he had to go back, but he couldn't bear to leave these spirit stones and treasures! They had just met each other!
Fan Zhiyi was very conflicted, very painful, and heartbroken.
Bing Nandong calculated the time and came to find him at dusk, and saw Fan Zhiyi sitting dejectedly on the ground, with a bag of spirit stones next to him and an open box.
He thought Fan Zhiyi would be very happy to see this, but instead he seemed unhappy.
Bing Nandong controlled his emotions, walked in and asked, "Zhifan, what's wrong with you?"
Fan Zhiyi sniffed: "I finally understand what it feels like to have my feet in two boats. I can't let go of either side."
Bing Nandong: "..." His eyes darkened, "What do you mean, you have a lover?"
"I have a heart-shaped spirit stone."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Fan Zhiyi pointed at the box and said, "Are these all mine?"
"Yes, they are all yours. There are more in the treasure house."
The boss was generous. The more Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, the more he liked him. When he was the leader, he gave him spirit stones, and when he was the head of the sect, he gave him treasures. He really couldn't resist.
Bing Nandong knelt on one knee in front of him, took his hand, and without saying anything, put an emerald green jade ring on the ring finger of Fan Zhiyi's left hand. "This is a mustard seed space. It's more useful than a Qiankun bag. You can store anything in it. You can take out what you want with a thought, and this style is not easy to notice."
Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, looked at the ring on his hand, and then glanced at Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong felt that his eyes were strange and asked him, "Don't you like it?"
"I like it, I like it." Fan Zhiyi took a deep breath to cover up the strange feeling he had just had.
Taking advantage of Fan Zhiyi's daze, Bing Nandong held Fan Zhiyi's hand and looked at it over and over again. Fan Zhiyi became more and more uncomfortable, and his ears felt hot, so he forced his hand back and coughed unconsciously.
Bing Nandong, however, did not hide his feelings and said frankly, "I thought it would look good on you when I was choosing it."
"oh."
Bing Nandong wanted to hear more from him, so he leaned towards Fan Zhiyi and asked, "Are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied, satisfied." Fan Zhiyi avoided Bing Nandong's sight.
"Then are you willing to become my Taoist partner?"
"Hmm, ah?" Fan Zhiyi widened his eyes and finally set his gaze on Bing Nandong's face again. He really couldn't relax for even a moment on this person.
Bing Nandong laughed: "Finally you look at me, Zhifan, I like you looking at me."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
Bing Nandong stopped teasing him. He knew that Fan Zhiyi was always thin-skinned when it came to feelings, so he helped Fan Zhiyi put all his things into the mustard seed space: "Did the leader of the Fusha Sect give you these spirit stones?"
"Yes." Don't you have any idea how this happened?
Fan Zhiyi thought that in order to uphold his role as the leader of the righteous path, Bing Nandong would have to say something to express his irreconcilable opposition to evil. However, Bing Nandong simply said, "Since he gave it to me, I'll keep it. The spirit stone is innocent."
Fan Zhiyi: “…” Buddy, you have a really big vision.
Fan Zhiyi turned the ring and found it was the right size.
And perhaps because it is also a magical instrument, no matter how Fan Zhiyi bends it or bumps it, it will not fall or break. Unless Fan Zhiyi really wants to take it off, it will stay firmly on Fan Zhiyi's finger, which is indeed very convenient.
He studied it for a while longer, then leaned his head on his hands and looked out the window.
Now they are sitting in the highest private room of Zui Xiang Lou. Bing Nandong said that this is the best restaurant in the world of immortal cultivation. From here, you can see the entire area where Tianyunmen is located.
The busiest place was probably the city, presenting a completely different scene from the ghost town. The ghost town was cold and gloomy, but here it was brightly lit and bustling with people, much like the ancient streets Fan Zhiyi had seen in TV dramas before, with a warmth that didn't seem to belong in this fictional world.
"Nowadays, only this town under the Tianyun Sect holds a market at night." Bing Nandong raised the teapot and poured a cup of tea, explaining, "It's still the same as before, nothing has changed."
After he finished speaking, the tea was poured and he pushed the teacup in front of Fan Zhiyi.
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi picked up the tea and took a sip very naturally. He didn't like drinking tea very much, but he could taste that the tea was well brewed, not astringent or bitter, and had a refreshing aftertaste.
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