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

"Master, Master, wake up." Bei Yi carried Han Ziyu on his back and braved the blizzard. He didn't know where he was. He couldn't get out of the snowy mountain after walking for several hours.

"My lord, there seems to be someone ahead."

"Bring back."

"If you are a spy"

"It doesn't matter. It won't be too late to kill him at that time. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a waste of other people's lives."

"Yes."

When he woke up again, he was in a palace.

Bei Yi sat up and looked at Han Ziyu lying next to him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, Master, wake up."

"This is where?"

"The disciples don't know either."

After a while, the door was pushed open, and a maid dressed in Northern Xinjiang clothing came over with food: "Are the two immortals awake?"

"Where is this place?" Bei Yi asked.

"Xuanyuan King City in Northern Xinjiang." The maid said.

Bei Yi was stunned. He studied history in the clerical class last month. The city of Xuanyuan King in Northern Xinjiang existed three hundred years ago. King Xuanyuan was beheaded because of rebellion, and his wife and children had their heads removed.

The sound of weapons hitting, roaring, struggling and shouting could be heard outside.

"Two Immortal Lords, run quickly, the royal city can no longer be defended." The maidservant said urgently.

Han Ziyu grabbed Bei Yi's arm: "Follow me and don't run around. This was three hundred years ago, a time of chaos and chaos."

"Master, are you worried about your disciple?" Bei Yi asked with a smile.

Han Ziyu said nothing.

The master and apprentice took a maid out of the back door. The smell of blood hit their faces and there were corpses everywhere.

The strange-looking monster was snatching and biting the human corpse, with its mouth full of flesh and hair, and blood everywhere.

The maidservant's face turned pale with fear, and there was a pool of liquid underneath.

Han Ziyu took off his cloak and put it on the maid, and then tied a bell to cover the woman: "Don't be afraid."

The two masters and apprentices walked through the crowd of monsters and overcame obstacles all the way before following the direction pointed by the maid to the palace.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." A general fell to his knees on the ground, "Let's go quickly, the royal city is about to be lost."

King Xuanyuan—Xuanyuan Luo, wearing a battle armor, said vigorously: "It is not possible to evacuate at this time. There are still people in the city who have not been able to escape."

General Yang Wu kowtowed twice: "Your Majesty, if you don't leave, it will be too late."

Xuanyuan Luo shook his head: "If the royal city is not defended, the next step will be the loss of the imperial city. At that time, the people in Northern Xinjiang will be destroyed and displaced, and the royal city must be defended."

Yang Wu's face was covered with blood stains, and tears hung from the corners of his eyes: "It's not worth it, Your Majesty, it's not worth it."

"Take the soldiers and gather the surviving people into the palace." Xuanyuan Luo said.

Yang Wu bowed helplessly: "Yes, Your Majesty, please take good care of yourself."

The maid said outside the door: "Your Majesty, the two immortal kings have woken up."

"Please come in quickly."

Han Ziyu and Bei Yi walked into the main hall: "Meet King Xuanyuan."

Xuanyuan Luo: "No need to salute, Brother Bai, long time no see."

Brother Bai? Han Ziyu was confused.

Xuanyuan Luo smiled and said: "Senior brother, I haven't seen each other in Yunshan for ten years, and I never wanted to meet in the snowy mountains."

Bei Yi was confused when he heard this: "Ah? What senior brother?"

"I'm Bai Luo, senior brother, don't you remember? I was the boy Bai Luo who chased you for advice ten years ago."

Han Ziyu guessed that he must have recognized the wrong person and recognized himself as his senior brother.

"We haven't seen each other for many years, and I never thought I would see my junior brother here." Han Ziyu said.

"Senior brother, the royal city is in chaos now. Junior brother needs your help. Can you lead troops to evacuate the people from the royal city and take them to Qizhen for refuge?"

Before he finished speaking, a hurried voice was heard outside the door: "Report!"

"Report from the Imperial City." The soldier walked in holding the wooden box.

Xuanyuan Luo opened the wooden box and took out the letter: "Immediately lead people to seal the road at the junction of Fang Yuan and Bei Xinjiang."

"Seal it to death?" the soldier said in disbelief.

"Seal it."

"Your Majesty, that is our evacuation route."

"No further discussion. Fang Yuan has been destroyed. Send someone quickly."

"Yes."

After the soldiers who reported the news left, Xuanyuan Luo held on to the table for a long time and could not regain his senses.

"Brother, this is the token. You can take away a team of soldiers and horses with it in a moment. Please be sure to take away the people of Dongcheng."

"Your Majesty." The princess rushed over.

"Ruo'er, why haven't you left yet?"

Princess Zhao Zhiruo is already wearing battle armor, her hair is combed high, and she is holding a sharp knife: "Zhiruo is not only your princess, but also your junior sister. I will lead the troops to save the people."

Bei Yi was dumbfounded. This is the deep love between husband and wife.

Zhao Zhiruo's face alone shows that he is a bold and heroic person.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Xuanyuan has long regarded you as a thorn in his side. Don't block the road between Fang Yuan and Beijiang." Zhao Zhiruo held Xuanyuan Luo's arm and prayed.

"For the sake of the people of the royal city, I must do that." Xuanyuan Luo said.

Just when Zhao Zhiruo turned around, a spiritual power attacked her, and soon she fell into Xuanyuan Luo's arms: "Senior brother, Bai Luo will hand over his wife and baby to you. I hope that senior brother will take the people of Dongcheng with him." Go eastward from the Dongcheng exit with my wife and children, and never come back."

After coming out of the royal city, rivers of blood flowed all over the ground, limbs and arms were broken, demons ran around, and sharp roars filled the royal city.

"Master, it is recorded in history that King Xuanyuan died due to rebellion. Doesn't it mean that Emperor Xuanyuan wanted to punish him to death?"

Bei Yi wore battle armor and sat on horseback with Han Ziyu. Behind them were a large number of soldiers.

"History cannot be changed, otherwise everything will change if the whole body is moved. You and I are not going back to the past. This is just a higher-level illusion that makes it impossible to tell the truth from the false."

"Is this an illusion?"

"Ah."

Bei Yi had no idea that this was an illusion. The horses and soldiers were all real, and even the naan cakes were delicious and filling.

The two of them headed to the east city, killing countless monsters along the way.

"Master, be careful." Bei Yi carried Mo Chen and killed the attacking monster, spilling blood all over the floor.

"No, no!!"

Hearing the sound, Han Ziyu immediately called out Wu Ge and flew towards the place where the sound was.

After breaking through the window, what he saw was a half-clothed woman and a few wretched strong men.

"Anyway, if the demon enters the city, he will die sooner or later, so why not die happily, hahaha."

"Yes, yes."

Wu Ge struck quickly, and the heads of several strong men were cut off with a swish and then rolled to the ground.

After Bei Yi rushed in, he immediately turned his head, turned his back to the woman, took off his cloak and handed it to her, and then said: "Come with us."

The woman's eyes were filled with tears: "Thank you two benefactors for saving your life. I have nothing to repay."

"Follow us." Han Ziyu said.

All the soldiers were sent out to look for the surviving people. In order not to disturb the demons, they had to search on a small scale.

The search gathered three thousand people at noon on one day.

Han Ziyu rode his horse behind the people, heading east.