Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Bei Yi hurriedly chased after him: "Master, the top of Wangya has been banned. Please stay here today."

As soon as Han Ziyu walked out of the inn door, she saw Wuchou running towards him crying.

Taking a closer look, Wuchou's face was swollen into a pig's head and his right hand was dislocated. He looked very miserable.

Han Ziyu asked: "What happened?"

Wuchou stood behind Han Ziyu: "They are all your good disciples. They beat me into a pig's head. Look at my handsome face."

Han Ziyu moved and happened to touch Wuchou's head: "Yeah, yeah, don't move, don't move, it hurts, it hurts, ah, I'm going to be disfigured, my face has been ruined before I found a wife, it's so unreasonable. Zi Yu, your good disciple did it all."

Han Ziyu swung his sleeves and asked, "Why did you beat him?"

"He shamelessly pretends to be Master, disciple"

Before he finished speaking, Han Ziyu lashed out with a whip: "Have you completely forgotten the etiquette, justice and shame I taught you in the past? Who allowed you to use force at will? Apologize."

Bei Yi glared at Wuchou who was hiding behind Han Ziyu, and Wuchou shrank in fear.

"I'm sorry." He finished speaking quickly and immediately grabbed Han Ziyu's sleeves. His expression changed and his tone became calmer, "Master, this disciple is wrong."

"Don't touch me." Han Ziyu shook off Bei Yi's hand, "Today you dressed in women's clothing and caused trouble for me."

Bei Yi immediately answered: "Being a teacher is a teacher. Three sentences cannot be separated from one sentence being a teacher. I have never regarded you as an elder."

Wuchou was confused as to what the two people were arguing about.

"I just want to be with Master for the rest of my life." Bei Yi said aggrievedly.

In the inn, the female shopkeeper, who was leaning against a pillar and watching the show, burst into laughter.

The waiter came down from the second floor and said, "The shopkeeper has made all the arrangements."

"Ah."

Han Ziyu turned around and headed straight to the second floor: "Come to a guest room."

The waiter said: "Okay."

The female shopkeeper walked up the wooden ladder and said, "Xianjun, the guest rooms are full today and there are no more vacancies."

The waiter said hurriedly: "Return"

The female shopkeeper immediately glared at the waiter: "The little fairy who is traveling with you has booked a room on the second floor."

Bei Yi chased after him: "Master, please don't be angry, okay?"

Han Ziyu turned around and was about to go downstairs, but Bei Yi blocked the stairs: "Master, I have realized my mistake. I will no longer act willfully. It is getting late now, and there should be no vacancies in other inns. Why don't you stay with me?" .”

Han Ziyu frowned, and Li Xuan was about to make a move. At this moment, the absurd things that night appeared in his mind again.

"Disciples will never touch Master." Bei Yi said plausibly.

The female shopkeeper suppressed a smile and said, "I wish you two immortal kings a sweet dream."

Wuchou covered his head, they are all ungrateful guys, and no one cares about this fairy's injury, oh oh oh.

Entering the Qiu Room, I smelled the fragrance of lotus flowers. Looking at several lotus flowers planted in the room, Han Ziyu remembered that Beiyi gave herself a bunch of lotus flowers last winter.

Those good things seem to still be there yesterday, but they can't go back. Now that I am the master and he is the disciple, I must not be greedy.

"Master, eat more of the spicy chicken and boiled pork slices you like." Bei Yi frequently picked up dishes for Han Ziyu.

Seeing the people in front of him eating so seriously, Bei Yi felt happy.

The two people's eyes met from time to time, and the air was full of sweetness.

Bei Yi poured a glass of wine for Han Ziyu: "Master, why have you been hiding from your disciples these days?"

Han Ziyu lowered his eyes: "There have been a lot of things lately, so I didn't avoid you intentionally."

Bei Yi beamed with joy and started drinking wildly while holding the wine glass. The person in front of him was as beautiful as before. It would be great if he was as happy as before in his previous life...

After eating, Bei Yi hugged a quilt and said, "Master, you sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

"Ah."

Bei Yi was drunk, and the memories of his past and present lives were mixed in his mind. The pain, joy, and regret-filled past made him breathless.

The six hundred years in the underworld were days he never wanted to look back on. For countless days and nights, his mind was filled with his blood-stained face.

Bei Yi opened his eyes and looked at the person on the bed in the moonlight. It's great to be with you in this life!

Bei Yi curled up and looked at the person on the bed carefully. He always liked to kick the quilt at night and would wake up at the slightest sign of trouble. He also liked to sleep in and huddled in the corner to sleep. He would often sleep peacefully with a pillow in his arms. .

The person on the bed suddenly turned over, and Bei Yi closed his eyes immediately.

Han Ziyu stared at the young man on the ground, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Perhaps because he was drunk, his mind was filled with what he saw and heard in Tongwuzhen. Han Ziyu raised his wrist and considered it under the moonlight. Is that red line real or fake? If it's true, why can't I touch it?

Why does the man in the coffin feel so familiar? Who is he? Why does that person's face often appear to me?

How should we explain the farce about the Demon King getting married in Tongwuzhen? Why does the Demon King look so much like Bei Yi?

Han Ziyu couldn't figure it out, so he patted his head gently. Maybe it was just a trick of demons and monsters.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew open the window, and the remaining candle in the room was extinguished, and a burst of bloody smell rushed in.

Bei Yi immediately became vigilant: "Master, please wait here while the disciple goes to investigate."

Bei Yi immediately stood up and flew out of the window, following the bloody smell.

"A mere evil spirit dares to cause trouble here." Bei Yi raised the black dragon ax and struck it, and the ghost immediately dissipated into the sky and earth.

Then several huge eagles circled down and headed towards Beiyi.

The hawk demon breathed fire, and its deafening neighing sound was even more painful to the ears.

Bei Yi avoided the attack of the harpy: "You actually used fire, let's see if I don't burn you to death."

Several hawk monsters flew straight into the sky, and then swooped down. Their roars were heard, and bursts of sound waves even shattered and slid down the rocks on the nearby hills.

Bei Yi formed a formation to resist the attack and rushed forward with the black dragon ax.

With a flick of his arm, the black dragon smashed it away. A hawk demon was slashed by the black dragon, howling in pain and vomiting blood and died.

The remaining harpies were stimulated and entered a state of frenzy, burning the nearby woods with the fire they breathed.

Bei Yi summoned Mo Chen again, and with the blessing of two divine weapons, he rose into the air, stabbed an eagle demon to death with one sword, and released his spiritual power to fight with several eagles.

In the battle between fire and fire, Bei Yi was slightly better, and the hawk demon was captured by Bei Yi.

Bei Yi immediately used the method to absorb the spiritual power of the hawk demon. It happened that his cultivation had not improved recently, and it was also a fire spiritual power, which was easy to absorb.

Just after absorbing the two harpies, a figure fell from mid-air.

Bei Yi immediately took off to catch it.

"Master, uncle?"

Xiao Lin vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Uncle Master, why were you so seriously injured? What happened?" Bei Yi asked.

"I killed the monster and was injured, but I'm fine." Xiao Lin said.

Bei Yi caught Xiao Lin and placed him steadily on the ground, and immediately used his kung fu to heal his injuries.

"Uncle Master, take this medicine."

Xiao Lin took it and swallowed it: "How are you doing recently?"

"Oh, that's alright."

"How are you getting along with Han Guang?"

"Well, Master, he is very nice and treats me very well." Bei Yi said with a smile.

"Well, that's good." Xiao Lin spit out another mouthful of blood, "Have your previous hidden injuries been healed?"

"Much better." Bei Yi said.

Suddenly Xiao Lin spit out a mouthful of blood, leaned back and fell into Bei Yi's arms.

Bei Yi panicked: "Uncle Master, Uncle Master, Uncle Master."

Han Ziyu had just extinguished the mountain fire and rushed to look for Bei Yi's whereabouts. The scene he could see was Bei Yi holding Xiao Lin under a laurel tree. The moonlight was bright and the autumn wind was warming up.

Bei Yi turned around and looked back, meeting Han Ziyu's gaze.

"division"

Before he finished speaking, Han Ziyu flew away immediately.

Bei Yi looked at Xiao Lin in his arms and felt sour in his heart, wondering why he was so seriously injured.

He carried Xiao Lin, who was seriously injured and unconscious, back to the Zhulou Inn and booked another guest room.

He treated Xiao Lin's wounds all night long, until at dawn, Bei Yi was so tired that he fell to the ground.

When he woke up, Bei Yi opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding decoration. It didn't seem to be Qiu Fang. Bei Yi sat up suddenly.

Bei Yi's pupils trembled. He hurriedly climbed up and breathed a sigh of relief as he saw that the inner garment was completely put on.

Okay, okay, nothing wrong happened.

Xiao Lin pushed open the door and entered: "Are you awake?"

"Uncle Master."

"Are you hungry? I went to buy some sweets nearby. If you don't always like sweet-scented osmanthus cake, why not buy some." Xiao Lin said while sitting at the dining table.

Bei Yi hurriedly put on his clothes, turned around and saw Han Ziyu passing by the door. Their eyes made contact, and Bei Yi was so frightened that his robe slipped from his hands.

Han Ziyu snorted coldly and turned around to leave.

Bei Yi had a frown on his face. The door of the room had not been closed just now. He looked at whether he might have misunderstood that he was not dressed properly.

"Eat."

Bei Yi took two snacks and stuffed them into his mouth: "Uncle Master, since you have nothing to do, I will leave first. My master is still waiting for me."

Bei Yi ran out quickly and opened the door of Qiu's room, but there was no one inside.

The female shopkeeper said: "Let's go."

Bei Yi's heart suddenly panicked. Was he angry? Could he have misunderstood me?

I immediately left the inn and ran outside. I looked for him for a long time before I saw him in the market.

Bei Yi followed Han Ziyu furtively.

Whenever Han Ziyu looked back, he would hide in the alley.

"Come out." Han Ziyu said coldly.

"Master, me, uncle and I"

"What does it have to do with me?"

Han Ziyu's tone was very cold, like a bucket of ice water poured over him.

"I went outside to exorcise evil spirits last night and encountered a hawk demon. As soon as I got rid of the hawk demon, I encountered my uncle who was seriously injured. I couldn't just ignore him, so I took my uncle back to the inn." Bei Yi said anxiously.

"Ah."

The word "um" left Bei Yi speechless. Did he believe it or not? Does he need to explain it again?

"Between you and me, there's no need to explain so much. I don't interfere in my disciples' personal matters." Han Ziyu said as he walked.

Bei Yi was immediately annoyed. He said that he didn't care at all, let alone care about it, and he didn't even feel it at all.

"My disciple healed my uncle last night. I was sleepy and tired so I stayed at his place."

Han Ziyu immediately cast a sealing spell to seal Bei Yi's mouth.

Bei Yi whined and wanted to continue.

"Noisy!" Han Ziyu shouted loudly.

Bei Yi felt aggrieved and did not dare to say anything more, so he could only follow Han Ziyu obediently.