When he regained consciousness, Fan Zhiyi gave up trying to hold the body up and struggled to get up from the bed. The room was empty.
Bing Nandong will be back in three days. Well, if you can't think of a solution in these three days, just be honest with Bing Nandong. Let the male protagonist do the thinking.
"Host, you haven't seen each other for three days at most. Can you please not act as if you haven't seen each other for three hundred years?" Bai Bai was quite disappointed.
"Oh, is my expression that obvious?" Fan Zhiyi sat down at the desk, supported his chin and picked up the brush to dip it in ink. In fact, there was nothing wrong with separating occasionally. It was not a bad thing for him to practice martial arts and think about things.
On the third day, Fan Zhiyi began to look forward to Bing Nandong's return, but when it came to the evening, Fan Zhiyi fell asleep on the table and there was no movement.
"Host, wake up quickly, the hero is back."
Bai Bai specially made a bell that sounded like a school bell. The sudden explosion made Fan Zhiyi feel like his soul was about to be shaken out. He suddenly opened his eyes, and then his vision was blinded.
Suddenly all the light was gone, and Fan Zhiyi subconsciously reached out to grab something to make himself feel more at ease, shouting: "Bing Nandong, what are you doing?" Playing this again?
Bing Nandong remained silent. Fan Zhiyi felt himself being placed on the bed. He tried to stand up, but his chin was pinched. He was then greeted by the chill brought by a crazy kiss. The biting cold made him shiver.
This is not a temperature that a normal person can reach. Normally, when Bing Nandong was in contact with him, his body temperature was always warm. Even though it has been unstable recently, it has never been this cold, except... those few times when he went crazy.
Fan Zhiyi grabbed Bing Nandong's arms by the clothes, trying to break free from his kiss and speak, but when he retreated, Bing Nandong moved forward, and even felt that his hands were in the way, so he tied them up and raised them above his head.
The smell of blood filled his mouth, making Bing Nandong seem even more excited.
After finally kissing enough, Fan Zhiyi felt a burning pain on his lips, followed by a chill in his neck. He was forced to expose his slender and fragile neck, and the hands strangled him.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't struggle, so he chanted a few spells in his mind and cast a spell to immobilize himself. He didn't care how long his little spell could last. The best thing to do was to free himself from this predicament first!
He turned around and was about to jump off the bed and escape, silently chanting a spell in his mind to summon the dagger given to him by Bing Nandong. This summoning method was taught to him by Bing Nandong in the past few days.
The rope was cut by the sharp dagger, but his vision could not be restored, so Baibai showed him the current scene in his mind.
Fan Zhiyi saw that Bing Nandong was surrounded by ghost energy like fog. Although Bing Nandong was not immobilized by him, he did not try to catch him. Instead, he pressed his forehead and hunched over in pain.
"Baibai, what happened to Bingnandong?"
Baibai said nothing.
"Bing Nandong." Fan Zhiyi took a step forward and called his name. At that moment, Bing Nandong turned his head and looked at him fiercely, as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him.
Fan Zhiyi grabbed the dagger with great force.
The next second, Bing Nandong simply stretched out his hand towards him, and a gust of dark wind and ghostly aura enveloped Fan Zhiyi, forcing him to irresistibly hand himself over to Bing Nandong. Fan Zhiyi gritted his teeth, broke free, and slashed the dagger towards Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong did not dodge. Fan Zhiyi was terrified. When the dagger was about to touch Bing Nandong, he turned it over in his palm and hit Bing Nandong with the handle. Then he was pressed on the bed by Bing Nandong from behind, and then he felt pain in the back of his neck.
It was not the minor fight like before, or perhaps it was not a minor fight in the past. Fan Zhiyi only felt that the pain made his mind go blank in an instant, and he shuddered all over.
Bing Nandong will kill him.
The feeling of death approaching made Fan Zhiyi fight desperately.
Why did it turn out like this?
"Bing Nan Dong!"
The movement behind him stopped, and Fan Zhiyi immediately took the opportunity to cautiously move away from Bing Nandong and shrank into the corner.
He saw Bing Nandong was stunned for a moment, then his face was full of shock and pain. There was blood on the corner of his mouth, which was Fan Zhiyi's blood. Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi, his mouth twitching, but he couldn't say anything. He turned his back and wiped the blood from his mouth. The two of them fell into silence.
Fan Zhiyi calmed down and felt that Bing Nandong should have calmed down, so he cautiously moved closer and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Bing Nandong didn't say anything. Fan Zhiyi touched his neck and looked at the blood on his fingertips. How could the bite be so real and sincere?
Fan Zhiyi calmly put his hands behind his back and wiped them, then moved to Bing Nandong's side: "What's wrong with you?"
“…”
"Hey, at least say something." Fan Zhiyi bumped into him and put his face in front of Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong then turned back, looked at him solemnly, then reached out his hand towards him, his fingertips curled up, wanting to touch but not daring to.
Fan Zhiyi took his hand and put it on his face. He felt Bing Nandong relaxed a little, and then wiped the corner of his eyes with his index finger.
Fan Zhiyi blinked and realized that he had burst into tears without him noticing. How embarrassing!
"I'm sorry." These were the last words of the night.
Fan Zhiyi fell into a coma. When he woke up, his neck was covered with medicine and gauze, and a dagger was placed next to his pillow, but Bing Nandong was not there.
"It has been detected that the host has awakened. The third task is now issued to the host. Please assist the male protagonist in sealing the ghost gate." The white mechanical voice occupied Fan Zhiyi's entire sea of consciousness the moment he woke up.
"Has the second mission been completed? Bing Nandong has used ghost energy to cultivate to the highest level?" Fan Zhiyi sat up suddenly. Because the movement was too violent, the wound on his neck was pulled and his head was dizzy.
He carefully recalled the entire process of meeting Bing Nandong last night - the terrifying atmosphere and the actions that almost made him lose his mind.
"No, it's just that the male protagonist has forced his way into the third mission."
"What's the meaning?"
"The hero is now in the ghost gate."
"He entered the Ghost Gate? What happened? No, I have to go find him!" Fan Zhiyi had a terrible headache. What exactly did Bing Nandong want to do? What if something happened? "Where is that damn Ghost Gate? Show me the shortest route.
Fan Zhiyi opened the room and, in pursuit of speed, followed the instructions and jumped directly over the railing and down, observing the route while controlling his speed.
It seems that dual cultivation does bring more benefits than taking elixirs. Fan Zhiyi felt that his spiritual energy was abundant. He landed on the lowest level, and half of his face was illuminated by the light reflected by the spiritual stones and the formation.
Just now, he was in a hurry and didn't pay attention to check carefully. Now Fan Zhiyi finally found that there was something wrong with the route that Bai Bai directed him.
He chopped the ground under his feet and said, "You want me to dig a hole through here?"
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