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

"Ayi, what are you doing squatting here?" Wang Ruonan came over holding a lantern.

"Sister, let me ask you a question."

"Yeah, tell me."

Bei Yi held a branch in his hand and paddled back and forth on the soft soil by the lake.

"I read a storybook a while ago. It tells about a love entanglement. In the past life, a demon king killed his master's enemy in order to avenge his master. His master was imprisoned and even forcibly married as his wife."

Wang Ruonan also squatted down: "The Demon Lord wants to take revenge on his uncle, so he can just kill him. Why do he want to marry him?"

Bei Yi was stunned by this question, and he calmed down: "The Demon Lord has a perverted heart and wants to imprison and humiliate his uncle, and slowly torture him to death."

"So cruel, what happened next."

"Later, the two stayed together for nearly five years. During these five years, the two of them experienced a lot... The master kept blocking the Demon Lord's great cause of causing trouble to the world, and in the end he died under the Demon Lord's sword in order to save an upright man from a distinguished family."

"This Demon Lord is so pitiful." Wang Ruonan pouted and said.

Bei Yi stopped scratching the branches in his hands in confusion: "Why do you say that?"

"In five years of being together, he didn't kill his uncle. He obviously fell in love with that uncle, and his uncle was bent on saving the world and he shouldn't be a bad person. Maybe the Demon Lord was in love without knowing it, so he killed his beloved with a sword Kill..."

He didn't listen to what Wang Ruonan said later, and kept thinking about the words of love in his mind without realizing it.

"What happens next?" Wang Ruonan asked.

"Later, the demon king lived in nothingness. Before he could be punished and abdicated by everyone, he committed suicide and died, and his soul returned to the underworld. He lived in panic in the underworld and did not see heaven and earth for six hundred years. Suddenly one day he fled to the human world and returned to his previous life. That is rebirth.”

"Suicide? He must have loved his uncle very much. You see, after the death of his master, the Demon Lord did not think of dying but took revenge. But after his master's death, he committed suicide. Obviously, the Demon Lord fell in love with him in the past five years. I think you are an enemy." Wang Ruonan said slowly.

Bei Yi thought about it for a long time, is this true? But in his previous life, he had never had any love for Han Ziyu, let alone that kind of pure heartbeat. All he had was possessiveness and just wanted to keep him by his side.

"The demon has returned to the past, so has he gone to see his uncle?"

"He went to seek revenge from his master, but later gave up the idea of ​​revenge as we got along day by day. He originally loved his master, but after seeing him again, he had no love at all from his previous life, and only felt regret. Therefore, the devil I will accompany his master through life and death." Bei Yi said.

"Then has he investigated the cause of his master's death in his previous life? Maybe it was not his uncle who did it."

Bei Yi's eyes suddenly lit up: "I investigated, but there are no clues. Maybe the uncle in this life is a good person, and the uncle in the previous life was a bad person."

"His uncle willingly stayed by his side for five years. In the end, it was probably to awaken his conscience that he was willing to die under his sword. It is conceivable that his uncle also loved him deeply, so how could he be a bad person? ?" Wang Ruonan sighed, "What happened next?"

"Later, the demon king would smile when he saw his uncle, miss him when he couldn't see him, and wanted to keep him by his side for the rest of his life."

"He fell in love with his uncle again, but he still didn't know it." Wang Ruonan said with a smile.

"Love?" Bei Yi was confused. He never understood the word love, just like he originally thought he loved Xiao Lin, but after his rebirth, he had no other feelings for Xiao Lin.

"I see him happy, but I miss him. I want to be with him all the time, and I want him to be well. Even if we are not together, I want him to be well. I want him to be happy, and I want him to be safe and smooth in his life."

Bei Yi's heart froze. Could it be that he fell in love with Han Ziyu?

"Is there anything in the book about his uncle's reaction to being injured by the Demon Lord?"

"Yes, I am worried and heartbroken."

"Then what will happen to him if his uncle dies?"

Bei Yi suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. Was he dead? Did he die in his arms like he did in his previous life? He was covered in blood, sinking into the pond like a withered petal. He couldn't hold the man's hand no matter what.

"I am willing to exchange my life for my life." Bei Yi said sonorously.

"Hahaha, that's love. It should be very much love. What's the ending?"

"I haven't finished reading, so I lost the book and can't find it." Bei Yi threw away the branch in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Mingyue. He fell in love with Han Ziyu, right?

Walking from the small lake behind the disciple academy all the way back to White Water Palace, my mind was filled with what my senior sister said today.

To love someone is to wish them well, whether they are together or not, you want them to be well.

He returned to the side hall and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He fell in love with Han Ziyu. Is that so? But if you don't love her, why would you care about his feelings so much, worry about him getting hurt, and want to fall in love with him? Even her body seems to recognize him.

The crescent moon sank into the sea of ​​clouds, and the sun burst out.

Early the next morning, Bei Yi walked into the bathroom with a pile of building materials and worked hard for a few days to renovate the bathroom. A large pool was built, with a heater underneath the pool to ensure that the water in the pool was warm. It could also be regarded as a small hot spring, so Han Ziyu could soak in the hot spring to ward off the cold. He always felt that Han, you should like it.

I don't know what the water temperature is, but it shouldn't be comparable to the hot springs at the Bamboo House Inn, but it's still much better than soaking in a tub.

Bei Yi took off his clothes and walked up the stone steps into the pool. The water temperature was just right. The candles in the room flickered on and off. A gust of wind blew the candles away and extinguished them.

Bei Yi was leaning on the edge of the pool and fell asleep. Suddenly he heard familiar footsteps, and then there was the sound of the door being pushed open.

A faint scent of lotus leaves wafted over. Why is Master here?

Bei Yi immediately shrank into the pool water and submerged his entire body into the hot spring.

The candle was lit again, and he looked at Han Ziyu with half his head exposed.

I saw him taking off his white robe little by little, and the pleasant smell of sandalwood mixed with the fragrance of lotus leaves rolled into Bei Yi's nose.

What caught him off guard was another damn reaction from below.

Although they are already a couple, they were controlled by the demonic energy of the Black Iron Sword last time. It is indeed not very clear to say that they have feelings, but now they are in a state of clear consciousness.

A white robe was taken off, and then the inner clothes also slipped to his feet.

With the help of the weak candlelight, Bei Yi could clearly see his attractive back, the hollow of his lower back, and his strong and tight legs...

Han Ziyu's hand was magnified many times under the candlelight, as if the green jade fingers were carved by craftsmen and changed their movements...

Bei Yi's mind suddenly exploded, and those shy images rushed into his mind. For a moment, he felt that the water in the pool was getting hotter. He didn't know whether it was sweat or pool water on his forehead, and his eyes gradually became cloudy.

The moment Han Ziyu turned around, Bei Yi immediately submerged into the pool, for fear of being seen by him.

Han Ziyu got out of the pool and found a place to rest against the pool. He had watched Bei Yi busy these days and it turned out that he was working on the hot spring.

The last time I soaked in a hot spring was at the Zhulou Inn three years ago. At that time, Bei Yi was obviously still a young boy. Now he has a tall figure, a rough voice, and a more handsome face. He stands in the crowd. It's the most conspicuous one...

Thinking of this, Han Ziyu's face suddenly turned red, and the absurd things that night suddenly flooded into his mind. All his senses were magnified several times, and the bone-eroding pain and numbness made people want to run away.