This familiar look belonged to the Night Cult Leader, and Bing Nandong actually didn't pretend to be anything to him.
Seeing Fan Zhiyi's expression suddenly turn bad, Bing Nandong's deep eyes were like ancient wells: "Are you still afraid of me?"
Admitting it at this time meant he didn't want to live anymore, so Fan Zhiyi shook his head desperately, shaking it like a rattle.
"Since you know my heart, you should understand that from the moment I recognized you, I have never had any intention of hurting you." Bing Nandong sat down across from Fan Zhiyi, his posture upright and proper. "Let's talk."
The tone was firm and unyielding.
Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips, breathing became heavier, and he was trying his best to calm down the shock he had suffered as quickly as possible.
Bing Nandong did not urge him, nor did he try to comfort him, but waited for Fan Zhiyi to figure it out himself.
After a while, Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and said, "Okay."
He actually guessed it. Bing Nandong probably knew that he had the ability to read minds, but he was a timid person, so he was waiting for the other party to expose it.
Both looking forward to it and afraid.
He is really timid.
After receiving a positive answer, Bing Nandong went straight to the point: "How long have you been able to read my thoughts?"
Bing Nandong spoke frankly, discussing something the system shouldn't allow. Fan Zhiyi was initially a little worried about whether the system would intervene, but when Bing Nandong finished speaking, nothing happened. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and tentatively replied, "Always."
Indeed, it seems that mind reading is not a forbidden topic for discussion. Or perhaps, because what they are discussing now is only on the surface and has not touched upon deeper, core things, the system, that is, the way of heaven, will not intervene for the time being.
"Second question, can you only hear my inner voice, or can you hear everyone's?"
"It will be all right."
Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi's hands, which were placed neatly. "So, if I'm not mistaken, the trigger for you to use this ability is a handshake, right?"
As Bing Nandong spoke, he thought about how Fan Zhiyi was so abruptly trying to shake hands with the people whose thoughts he wanted to read, and he wanted to chop off those people's hands.
A trace of ghost energy gathered in his body, urging Bing Nandong to abandon everything that bound him and do exactly what he wanted in his heart.
Bing Nandong looked even more sinister even when wearing the leader's clothes.
Fan Zhiyi was frightened when he was stared at. He didn't know how much information Bing Nandong had already obtained, and why he came to confront him. Anyway, it was time for him to tell everything he knew and could say: "To be precise, it will be enough if the palms touch... Can you stop staring at me like that? I'm scared." Fan Zhiyi expressed his request in a low voice.
"How did you stare at me?" Bing Nandong tilted his head and grinned at him, "I always thought I was disguising myself well. You would never be able to connect the leader of the Fusha Sect with the head of the Tianyun Sect. I didn't expect you were just laughing at me."
Fan Zhiyi interrupted him hurriedly: "I have never thought so. I just think that the leader is very strategic and resourceful. You must have your reasons for doing this." At this time, just praise him.
"It's simple. I did this only because you are afraid of the leader of the Fusha Sect. And if I want to win your favor, I must use a new identity."
Bing Nandong was not fooled at all, which made Fan Zhiyi not know how to continue confessing. He could only give the initiative of questioning back to Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong lived up to expectations and continued, "Well, if that's the case, you should have known long ago that I'm not the protagonist."
This sentence is not a rhetorical question, but an affirmation.
But as soon as the word "protagonist" came out, the sunlight on the snow-capped mountains began to tilt and rotate, day and night alternated, and the strong wind made the slightly open window "clang clang".
Fan Zhiyi's attention was drawn away, and so was Bing Nandong. He narrowed his eyes, stood up, and walked to the window. He locked the window shut, staring at the darkening sky. His smile faded, and instead he spoke with a hint of sarcasm and provocation: "The weather has changed. Next, let's hold hands and talk."
Bing Nandong didn't sit back down across from Fan Zhiyi, but sat next to him and held out his hand. Fan Zhiyi stared at his open palm for a long moment before finally shaking it with determination. "What do you mean by the protagonist?"
As soon as Fan Zhiyi posed the question, the strong wind outside seemed to take on substance, whirring loudly. The room was brightly lit and warm. Bing Nandong squeezed Fan Zhiyi's hand, signaling him to ignore the outside world.
"He should be like the protagonist in the storybook, a person blessed by heaven, right?"
Bing Nandong did not say this out loud, but was thinking it in his heart. He knew that Fan Zhiyi could hear it. While he was thinking, his dark eyes stared at Fan Zhiyi's face motionlessly.
Fan Zhiyi's fingertips shrank, revealing the owner's inner instability, but in Bing Nandong's eyes, Fan Zhiyi's fingertips trembled pitifully and helplessly, and hooked his palm.
Fan Zhiyi was silent. The changes outside were not normal. The topics they were discussing now had already gone beyond the worldview of this novel. They had crossed the line. If they continued talking, who knew what terrible things would happen.
Bing Nandong, however, didn't seem to care at all and was determined to make everything clear: "Ignore it, just continue."
Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong in astonishment, wondering how much Bing Nandong knew about the "it" he was talking about.
Bing Nandong urged, "Continue."
Fan Zhiyi frowned and finally asked the question he had always been curious about: "Why do you know all this, and about the golden hair and all that? Why do you know things that don't belong to this world?"
"You told me."
"Me?" Fan Zhiyi's emotions gradually fluctuated. "What was our relationship before? Why were you able to recognize me? Why did I lose my memory?"
A series of questions were raised, and there were several loud thunders outside. Then there was a flash of white light outside the window, and there was a loud "boom". It should be that somewhere nearby was struck by lightning.
"Talking about this will give you a headache, let's talk about something else." Bing Nandong smiled, remarkably calm. "Just now I told you that you know I'm not Cen Jun. Even so, you don't care at all about where the real Cen Jun went. Even though you're scared, you still don't show any intention of leaving me. The only reasonable explanation for this is that I was going in the wrong direction from the beginning. The real protagonist is actually me, right?"
"right."
"Then Heaven has given you the ability to read people's minds, allowing you to return to this world. What are the terms in exchange?" Bing Nandong's eyes grew colder. "Is it related to the Ghost Gate? Or does it require you to kill me when I lose control?"
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