As soon as these words were spoken, thousands of thunders roared, enough to terrify people. The house began to shake, and Fan Zhiyi saw white light flashing outside, as if the world was coming to an end and the sky was falling apart.
He looked outside in horror, but the closed doors and windows blocked everything out, and Fan Zhiyi had no idea what was happening.
Bing Nandong then took his hand and pulled him into his arms, forcing him to look up at him. His voice remained calm and unhurried: "Tell me, what does the Heavenly Dao use to control you? Your life, or the promise to return you to where you belong?"
The room shook even more violently. Blood flowed from Bing Nandong's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Fan Zhiyi was horrified and hurriedly tried to wipe the blood off his face. However, Bing Nandong refused to let go and continued stubbornly, "Zhiyi, tell me."
"Are you crazy? Stop asking questions! If you want to live, stop angering it!"
"It's come to this. Wouldn't it be a shame not to get to the bottom of things?" Bing Nandong stared at Fan Zhiyi with eyes as dark as a deep pool. "I want to help you, help us find a way out."
"Help me?" Fan Zhiyi asked him with a frown. He was so angry that he opened his mouth, but looking at Bing Nandong's expression, he couldn't say those cruel words.
In his heart, Bing Nandong was no longer just a fictional character in a novel.
Seeing that he couldn't force it, Bing Nandong put the back of Fan Zhiyi's hand against his face, not caring about the blood, and begged: "Zhiyi, I told you, I can't die, so tell me."
"If I don't die, will it not hurt?"
“…No.”
Bing Nandong's blood could not be wiped off, and instead made his whole face look miserable, like a devil crawling out of hell. But this time Fan Zhiyi was not afraid, instead he felt as if a hand was pinching his heart.
"Liar, you're obviously the biggest liar." Fan Zhiyi muttered, then angrily pinched Bing Nandong's face and shouted, "Okay, I'm telling you, listen carefully, don't think about courting death all day long. Live well and lead the Tianyun Sect to prosperity. That will be the greatest help to me. Now, don't ask any more questions!"
Bing Nandong still hadn't truly grasped the ins and outs of this. Didn't he understand why he had to join in his mischief? The system was only giving him a warning now. If they truly revealed everything, they wouldn't be able to survive. Besides, what he said wasn't perfunctory. It wasn't wrong for him to offer warmth to the hero and make him a righteous and kind young man. It wasn't wrong for him to explain this to Bing Nandong.
To live, you must keep living. Only by living can there be hope.
"Is that so? If I do exactly as you say, your mission is complete and you can leave, right? If I don't do as you say, then your mission will fail and you will die, right? How does the Heavenly Dao monitor you? Has it installed anything on you?"
"You're a lunatic." Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but scold him. He told you not to ask any more questions, but you insisted on asking in this direction.
Fan Zhiyi was really afraid that this bastard had some earth-shattering words hidden in his mouth. Without time to think, he kissed him directly to block out his voice.
Bing Nandong pinched Fan Zhiyi's waist with his free hand, was stunned for a moment, and then tightened it, leaving wrinkles on the clothes.
He kept responding to Fan Zhiyi's kisses, as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him. This feeling terrified Fan Zhiyi. He slapped Bing Nandong hard, but in return Bing Nandong only attacked him more frantically.
He held Fan Zhiyi's hand tightly, and kept saying in his heart: "Your waist is so thin, Zhiyi, and your breathing is so pleasant to hear."
"When you guessed that I was the protagonist, I was so happy, because all your thoughts will be spent on me."
"Zhiyi, I have been looking for you for a long time, waiting for you for a long time, and I have always wanted to call your real name in your ear."
"Zhiyi, Zhiyi, Fan Zhiyi, I like you, love you, want you, Zhiyi..."
Everything was in chaos in Fan Zhiyi's eyes. Bing Nandong was still bleeding. Fan Zhiyi touched it, and it was warm. The heat made his eyes sore and his heart ached. Tears rolled down, but were swept away by Bing Nandong, who in turn comforted him, "Don't hurt, don't cry."
"Kiss." Just saying these two words made Fan Zhiyi gasp for air. He didn't know when he was pressed onto the table, and his things were scattered all over the floor. "I can't shut you up, and don't think about those things anymore."
Bing Nandong pretended to be ignorant: "What things, Zhiyi?" Every time he called Fan Zhiyi's name, Fan Zhiyi felt his whole body burning hot and couldn't help trembling.
"Then please call me Nan Dong, my name is Bing Nan Dong." Bing Nan Dong kissed Fan Zhiyi's forehead, kissed the tip of his nose, kneaded his earlobe, and kissed the mole on his lip, coaxing him eagerly, "If you call me by my name, I won't feel any pain."
Fan Zhiyi couldn't stand this man treating him like this, so he softened his heart and agreed to his wishes: "Nan Dong, Bing Nan Dong."
Unfortunately, Bing Nandong never agreed to let him go. Hearing his name coming out of Fan Zhiyi's mouth, he became even more excited and kissed him suddenly. There seemed to be an uncontrollable ghost in his eyes, which was dangerous and charming.
During a short break, Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, and Bing Nandong looked back at him. Their breathing intertwined, and they were both savoring the past.
Fan Zhiyi wiped the blood off his face with a distressed look on his face. Bing Nandong asked, "Are you still going? Can you take me with you?"
Fan Zhiyi couldn't make him a promise.
Bing Nandong rested his forehead against Fan Zhiyi's, and neither of them said anything more. He didn't know how long everything outside had ended. Seeing how the system had just been broken, Fan Zhiyi had thought that he and Bing Nandong would die.
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