Bing Nandong suddenly smiled, and his lips, which had just been used, became more beautiful and rosy than before. With black hair, red lips and a silver face, under the dim light, he looked like an evil ghost that came to seduce people.
He just leaned on top of Fan Zhiyi, with a few strands of black hair hanging down, some of which fell on Fan Zhiyi.
Afterwards, Bing Nandong took Fan Zhiyi's hand wearing the ring and did what he had always wanted to do. He kissed the finger carefully, then opened his mouth and took the knuckle of the ring finger into his mouth. His bright lips blocked part of the emerald color of the ring, and the contrast was so strong and stimulating.
Fan Zhiyi widened his eyes slightly, looking at the other party's smile as if he had succeeded, and the tense string in his mind finally broke.
It's over.
Fan Zhiyi thought.
Bing Nandong noticed his reaction and moved his gaze down to Fan Zhiyi's abdomen. Fan Zhiyi was so ashamed that he closed his eyes tightly and tried desperately to curl up his body.
The evil spirit didn't let him go and leaned close to his ear and breathed, "You like my kiss."
After a pause, Fan Zhiyi couldn't tell whether it was Bing Nandong's inner voice or what he actually said: "I like your reaction."
***
Bing Nandong didn't dare to go too far. He was afraid that Fan Zhiyi would get angry again. Although he had already decided to use his identity as the head of Tianyun Sect to win Fan Zhiyi's heart as quickly as possible, he was unwilling to admit defeat. He couldn't help but want to use this identity to get close to him and do things to him that the head of Qingfeng Jiuyue couldn't do.
Fan Zhiyi was lying on the bed pretending to be dead. He had changed into a new set of underwear, which was prepared for him by the headmaster earlier. It had the same faint scent of soapberry as the headmaster's clothes.
Why is it that every time this thing comes, I am the one who suffers from insomnia? Fan Zhiyi thought unwillingly, so he twisted and turned, but he just couldn't feel comfortable. He was very irritated, so Fan Zhiyi turned over to see the culprit behind him.
He stretched out his hand as if to take off his mask, but Bing Nandong did not stop him this time. He remained quiet, even breathing.
Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips, but ultimately did not take it off. He moved some distance away from Bing Nandong, until he broke free from his hand, shrank into the corner, and closed his eyes.
He was dreaming again, and the same fragments kept coming back that he had dreamed of before, but had mostly forgotten after waking up.
But then the scene changed, and Fan Zhiyi returned to the haunted house. He stomped his feet and found that he seemed to be really stepping on the ground.
At this time, Fan Zhiyi noticed the things on the ground that looked like blood vessels. They were interconnected and pulsating as if alive, covering the entire ground and leaving Fan Zhiyi with nowhere to step.
The night rain fell silently, and Fan Zhiyi suddenly came to his senses. Didn't he and Bing Nandong leave the haunted house? Why did they come back here? Fan Zhiyi looked at his hand which was bleeding. There was a wound but he didn't feel any pain. The blood was absorbed as soon as it touched the ground.
So he is still dreaming, how can he wake up?
Fan Zhiyi was just thinking when he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned around tremblingly and saw a blurry and twisted figure with what seemed to be a kitchen knife in his hand.
In the moment of lightning, the figure raised its head, and Fan Zhiyi saw a messy face with a strange smile, long hair sticking to the face in a messy manner, but the eyes were looking straight at him.
Suddenly, the thing rushed over at an extremely fast speed. Its arms, torso, and legs were crooked as if they were spliced together and would fall apart at any time. She raised the kitchen knife, which emitted a cold white light.
Fan Zhiyi was frightened by the crazy look of this thing and stood there in a daze. He was stunned for two or three seconds before he realized that it was time to run.
He was dreaming. Being slashed by a kitchen knife in his dream shouldn't be a big deal, right? Damn it, help!
The sudden fright made Fan Zhiyi forget everything for a moment. He only heard the "whoosh" sound of the kitchen knife being swung behind him and breaking through the air.
Fan Zhiyi ran as fast as he could, then remembered that he knew magic. He made some hand gestures, but found that he couldn't cast any magic. What the hell was going on?
Suddenly the ground began to shake and sink. Fan Zhiyi stepped on empty air and his body lost weight and fell. He turned over in the air and found that he was holding someone's hand. He couldn't see who that person was, but he held it very tightly. It was the other person who refused to hold his hand.
Fan Zhiyi gritted his teeth and tried hard, but found that he could no longer hold him back.
"Let go." the other party said.
"Who are you?"
"let it go."
Fan Zhiyi grabbed him tightly with both hands. The surroundings became hot, magma sprayed, and evil spirits screamed. All the scenes were reflected in Fan Zhiyi's eyes through the rolling flames of the magma, including the person he grabbed, whose true face was revealed from the darkness little by little.
First the forehead, then the eyes, became dull and lifeless.
"Bing Nandong!" Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt a surge of anger in his chest. He pulled him even harder, "I won't let you go, even if you die!"
When he said this, Fan Zhiyi was also startled, but at this moment, he was freed by the other party. Without thinking, Fan Zhiyi followed the other party and fell into the darkness. Then a green vine emerged from the bottomless depths and grew strong, carrying him up into the sky.
Fan Zhiyi used his hands and feet to jump down to find Bing Nandong, but many vines suddenly grew around him, tied his ankles, restrained his limbs, and hung him upside down. Fan Zhiyi saw that there were many people hanging upside down around him, and in front of him was a huge... wooden sculpture, as tall as a tree, and its eyes were just at the same level as Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi heard someone asking him, "What do you want?"
Then came countless voices: "What do you want, what do you want, what do you want..."
Fan Zhiyi had a splitting headache. He banged his head, whimpering and roaring in pain. The pain was so intense that he wanted to pinch himself and pick at his skin to cover up the pain with another one.
There are many more things he cannot forget, should not forget...
More unknown memories flooded his mind. Even before that, even before that, he had seen Bing Nandong, a Bing Nandong even colder than the current Fusha Sect leader, his eyes filled with contempt and mockery. That Bing Nandong had raised his eyes, seemingly meeting his gaze from a distance.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't bear the pain anymore, and the vine let go of him again. Fan Zhiyi fell down, but saw the haunted house again.
This time he stopped in mid-air, looking down at the destroyed haunted house and the motionless female ghost. Fan Zhiyi suddenly remembered who she was and said, "Xue Xiuniang."
"Fan Zhiyi!"
Someone patted his shoulder. Fan Zhiyi turned around and saw a blurry figure of a girl standing with her hands behind her back.
"You are...Ayu."
Everything comes down to zero.
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