He woke up and fell asleep, slept and woke up again. When Fan Zhiyi woke up again, his body felt particularly relaxed and comfortable.
"You're finally awake. How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Bing Nandong was dressed in white, spotless.
Fan Zhiyi removed the wet towel from his forehead and shook his head. He had gotten enough sleep, recovered from his illness, and was full of energy. "I'm fine, just a little hungry."
Bing Nandong wanted to keep an eye on him, so he asked someone to make some porridge and brought it over. He blew it on his hands to cool it before feeding it to Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi felt embarrassed and said, "I'll do it myself."
Bing Nandong handed the bowl to Fan Zhiyi. After his stomach felt a little warmer, Fan Zhiyi asked, "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Three full days." Bing Nandong's tone became serious. "This illness came suddenly, more like a warning."
"What warning?" Fan Zhiyi was puzzled, and naturally put his hand on Bing Nandong's hand and held it.
Bing Nandong just looked at him solemnly without saying anything.
Fortunately, Fan Zhiyi had met the conditions for mind reading in advance, and he heard Bing Nandong thinking: "Warning: Heaven's will cannot be violated. We are but blades of grass, gnats, and mayflies. We cannot resist, we cannot disobey, we can only obey."
Fan Zhiyi didn't understand, and his expression grew serious. Could it be a warning to him not to seek out his past memories, to let him know that his life was being monitored by the system. Even if Baibai wasn't around, there were still invisible eyes watching him. If he did anything that would hinder the completion of the mission, the system could make him disappear completely at any time?
But if he remembered his past, wouldn't that be beneficial to the mission? Besides, he had always been following the agreement he had reached with Bai Bai and hadn't done anything excessive... Or perhaps, during his previous time traveling through time, he had done something awful that would threaten the mission.
Fan Zhiyi believed that he should be a man who knew the times. Not long ago, he had actually warned himself to give up the idea of understanding his past memories as soon as possible. However, the more he did this, the more unwilling and irritated he became. Fan Zhiyi didn't understand where this feeling came from. Now, the more he was told not to think about it, the more he wanted to think about it.
Perhaps Fan Zhiyi himself has never truly understood himself. It turns out that he is a stubborn and rebellious person at heart.
Bing Nandong's free hand touched Fan Zhiyi's face, calling back his scattered thoughts: "It's okay, your soul-leaving syndrome will never happen again."
Looking closely, Bing Nandong was very weak. Fan Zhiyi didn't know if he had used any special method to treat this sudden soul-leaving symptom, but Bing Nandong's pale lips made Fan Zhiyi's heart tighten: "You..." He pursed his lips and didn't ask.
"Do you want to stay?" Bing Nandong asked suddenly.
Fan Zhiyi was stunned. He didn't know why Bing Nandong asked this. What did the "stay" mean? Stay in Tianyunmen?
Bing Nandong stared at him, not missing any expression on his face.
"All obstacles have been cleared. Seven days from now will be a good day. Let us become Taoist companions."
Fan Zhiyi was stunned, then found that Bing Nandong's mouth did not move. These were what he was thinking in his heart. Even though he reacted quickly and suppressed the shock on his face, these abnormalities had already been taken into Bing Nandong's dark eyes.
Then, Bing Nandong opened his mouth and said the same words he had just thought: "All obstacles have been cleared. Seven days from now will be a good day. Let's become Taoist companions. Are you willing?"
Fan Zhiyi finally revealed the shock he had just suppressed. He was just startled, and his performance was definitely not perfect.
Bing Nandong pretended not to know, his expression normal: "No need to answer now, there are still seven days."
"I won't let you leave again." This was the voice in Bing Nandong's heart again, gloomy and depressing.
At night, the leader came as usual, but compared to the past, tonight he preferred to hold hands with Fan Zhiyi. His dark pupils were always focused on Fan Zhiyi's face, observing something, making Fan Zhiyi feel like a guinea pig in an experiment.
I always feel like something has been discovered. Fan Zhiyi thought, it might be possible for others, but the male protagonist Bing Nandong has superb judgment and perception. If he continues to be watched like this, all his secrets will be revealed.
The dog system must be having fun outside, but when it comes back and sees that the progress of this task is slow, it is anxious.
Yes, the task. Fan Zhiyi hadn’t taken care of that task in the past few days, but now he suddenly remembered to do it.
Although Bingnan Dongdao said that his soul-separation syndrome would not recur, he was already dead in his original world. If he resisted completing the mission, he would definitely be wiped out and die completely.
Fan Zhiyi is afraid of death, and now he doesn't want to die even more.
If he died... Fan Zhiyi looked at the young man holding him, this man would go crazy, and the whole novel would return to its original ending.
Oh, right, Bai Bai never seemed to tell him why he had to come here to bring warmth to Bing Nandong and influence him, why he had to change the final outcome, and what was the connection between these events...
Fan Zhiyi was worried, and when he went to the master to learn magic as usual the next day, he found that the master was wearing gloves.
His fingers are long and strong, with distinct joints. In order to make it easier to hold a pen while working, the gloves are made of a material that fits close to the skin, leaving the index and middle fingers exposed.
Bing Nandong's expression was serious and solemn. He had fair skin, and the black gloves on his hands set off his complexion, making it difficult not to look away.
But Fan Zhiyi couldn't appreciate it quietly. The first thought that came to his mind was, Bing Nandong is wearing gloves, will mind reading still work?
Just thinking won’t bring you results; practice brings true knowledge.
Fan Zhiyi pretended to be nonchalant and sat over, spreading out his teaching book. He asked nonchalantly, "Why are you wearing gloves today, Master?"
"Nothing much."
This is because I'm too lazy to even make up a reason.
Fan Zhiyi read the book for a while, thinking in his mind, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at Bing Nandong's hand again. He simply held up the book to cover most of his face, and then looked over stealthily and openly.
"Be serious." Bing Nandong dipped the brush in ink.
"Hmm." Fan Zhiyi began to imitate the movements in the book, feeling the spiritual power circulating around his body. Then his eyes brightened and he looked at the small flames that easily jumped out of his fingertips with joy.
Fan Zhiyi carefully protected the flame and stood a little further away, reciting the incantation silently. Then the flame suddenly jumped up high. Even Fan Zhiyi did not expect it to be so powerful. He was so scared that he almost fell to the ground, but was lifted up by another gentle spiritual power and landed safely.
The uncontrolled fire spread out without burning anything, but the flames floated aimlessly in the air.
This is the ghost burning technique, one of the methods to get rid of ghosts, which will only burn ghosts.
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