I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong saved a person who should have already passed away, but somehow came back to life and stared at him timidly with a pair of clear, innocent eyes.

When I asked him his name, he said it was Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi was very strange. His body language and eyes clearly showed that he was afraid of him, but he still gave him the same ingratiating smile as everyone else, and even shamelessly tried to stay by his side.

Bing Nandong believed his disguise was flawless; no one could connect the Tianyun Sect leader with the Fucha Sect leader. So how did this person know?

Based on intuition?

Bing Nandong did not believe it.

Then let's stay, it's boring anyway.

It's hard to tell whether this person is timid or bold; he's overflowing with sympathy and, priding himself on righteousness, enjoys engaging in grand, positive discussions.

It's ridiculous and disgusting.

Bing Nan Dong didn't want to play along with this person anymore, so he decided to reveal his true identity and keep him by his side. He would have to face his true face all the time, but he couldn't escape or avoid it. He could only pitifully cower and complete his demands, which seemed more interesting.

This person is the kind of person who could scare themselves to death.

But Bing Nan Dong suddenly felt that he no longer liked Bing Nan Dong's timid and ingratiating manner. This person, like everyone else, was just putting on an act, secretly hoping that Bing Nan Dong would die.

Then let him die. He wanted to take him and everyone else with him to die.

***

Bing Nandong encountered a person who suddenly appeared and helped him save innocent people from the clutches of evil spirits. This person then pretended to be kind and comforted them, before smiling at him, revealing two tiger teeth and curving his eyes: "My name is Fan Zhiyi. May I ask your name, cultivator?"

Bing Nandong suddenly thought of his past self and the deceased Zhuang Yujing.

They're all idiots.

However, Bing Nandong remembered this person; he always rushed to the front in everything and tried every means to get his attention.

What does this person want to do? Will it be different from others?

Bing Nandong wanted to know, so he extended his hand and smiled, "My name is Bing Nandong."

Bing Nandong noticed that when he was talking to others, Fan Zhiyi would stare at him, and if he glanced at him slightly, Fan Zhiyi would nervously look away.

This person always invited him to drink and talk, saying unrealistic things like saving the world and sealing the gates of hell, and the conversation eventually turned into trying to open up to him.

To outsiders, the Tianyun Sect leader and this person who appeared out of nowhere were best friends, doing everything together. The sect leader entrusted him with important responsibilities and regarded him as a confidant.

Friends?

This person is completely clueless about how to get information. I wonder which incompetent person they are trying to befriend for protection. There are plenty of people like this, nothing surprising.

Bing Nandong felt empty, but if those who worshipped him as a god discovered that he was the evil spirit who brought disaster upon them, and showed that indignant expression, and showed that they were deceived and angry, it would not be bad.

But Bingnan knew that what he was most curious about was how his so-called "friend" would behave.

Well, his behavior, still trying to persuade him to turn back before it's too late, is hypocritical.

During their last meeting, Fan Zhiyi, overestimating his abilities, even tried to persuade him. As a result, Bing Nandong made a bet with him: if he won, he would kill Fan Zhiyi; if Fan Zhiyi won, he would go with him.

That fool, he really did come true.

The outcome of this battle was already decided. His sword was about to pierce the head of the person in front of him through his eyeball when Bing Nan Dong suddenly stopped.

The ghostly energy within him, which had been extremely excited during the battle, went berserk because of his sudden cessation of fighting.

They wanted him to kill the person in front of him, just as he had always done so, torturing and killing whomever he pleased.

Bing Nandong stared expressionlessly at the person in front of him. The other person had his eyes tightly closed, as if he was terrified, but did not take advantage of the moment when Bing Nandong stopped to run away.

What a strange person.

There's a saying that goes, "We don't ask to be born on the same day of the same year, but we ask to die on the same day of the same year."

Since we're good friends, we should live and die together.

***

Bing Nandong looked at the person in front of him. The other party's magic weapon was different. It had the aura of the Heavenly Dao on it and seemed to be able to kill him.

He seemed to have seen this person several times before; this person would appear beside him with different faces and identities. He had once thought that those things that had never happened but existed sporadically in his mind were just fantasies created by ghostly forces, but seeing the person in front of him confirmed them.

It felt as if I had lived this world many times over.

What is Heaven trying to do? Send someone to kill him?

But this person… Bing Nandong smiled, a mocking look in his eyes. He reached out and slid his blood-stained fingertips across the sword, touching the back of the other person's hand. Then he stroked the other person's cheek, smearing his dirty blood on that pale face as well.

This person will not kill.

But he will.

Not only does he do that, he also tortures people, wanting to see them suffer. He wanted to see him suffer, wasn't he supposed to be there to teach him to be good? Wasn't he supposed to be a friend? Wasn't he supposed to... kill him? This pitiful, locked-up look doesn't seem like he was supposed to do those things.

Why am I so afraid of him? Aren't you the only one in this world who is devoted to me and belongs only to me?

Bing Nandong couldn't understand it. He had long lost the ability to perceive people's thoughts, but suddenly he didn't want to see this person always looking weak and listless, only able to shed tears. He wanted him to be happy.

What makes one happy?

Oh, he'd be happy if he died right in front of him, achieving his goal, right?

But after that, he will forget him, meet new people, and put him out of his mind during happy times!

Bing Nan Dong, don't do this. He wants to leave something that the other person can never forget, like... a kiss. He wants the other person to swallow his dark and twisted feelings that even he himself cannot understand, as if they are carrying his ghost forever, and continue to live.

***

I saw him again. In all the world, there are still madmen like him.

***

After thinking about it for a while, Bing Nandong finally vaguely recognized what his abnormal feelings were: he liked Fan Zhiyi, but the other party would not like him.

***

When Bing Nandong met Fan Zhiyi again, he was tired of it. He didn't know why the other person didn't get tired of this repetitive cycle.

Fan Zhiyi had confessed his feelings to him several times before, and Bing Nandong had also vaguely figured out that this person was probably left with some kind of handle by the Heavenly Dao, which was why he had to go to such lengths to get close to him.

He only had vague memories of the previous cycles, but they were mostly similar: he would open the gates of hell, be buried with the world, and then fall into the cycle again.

How can all this be ended? Should he die? But how can he die?

If Bing Nandong can't recall whether he has ever died in the past, then let's wait for him to think about it.

It's rare for him to encounter things he can't understand. One is his feelings for Fan Zhiyi, another is his thoughts on how to end all of this for Fan Zhiyi.

Maybe I should let Fan Zhiyi stay with me; it would be worth enduring the backlash from the ghostly energy for his sake. They tormented each other like this, at least they could still see each other.

……

If there were a way to go back to before everything started, Fan Zhiyi was soft-hearted. If he could witness the misfortunes of his youth and act pitiful, Fan Zhiyi would definitely be able to help but sympathize with him.

……

Forget it, they shouldn't have been separated in the first place. For him, there was only misfortune.

Ultimately, I still can't bear to part with it.

The word "love" is truly agonizing.