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

A blizzard flew outside the window, the darkness swallowed up all the light, the candlelight inside the house dimmed, and the wind blew open the window and knocked over the vase on the table.

With a snap, the vase fell to the ground and shattered into crumbs.

Li Xuan led Han Ziyu's soul into Bei Yi's state of mind, where in the dark world, the strong wind blew against the sand and dust.

He didn't know how Bei Yi could be in such a desolate mood when he was still under twenty.

After walking for half an hour, I found a beam of light in the darkness. The light flickered and seemed to go out.

Han Ziyu immediately flew away. There was a tall tree growing there. Behind the tree was a pool of water, with a lotus growing in the water. The flowers were in full bloom.

That light is emitted by the lotus.

In this dark night, this is the only light.

Han Ziyu used magic to plant a few more lotus plants in the water, and used his spiritual power to transform into several lamps and hang them on the towering trees. Now his state of mind was finally no longer endlessly dark.

Han Ziyu continued to walk forward. He didn't know when he would reach Bei Yi's heart.

He had used Li Xuan to penetrate into the minds of many people, but Bei Yi's mind was completely dark, and the door to his heart was even further out of reach.

After another half an hour, a towering stone gate suddenly appeared in front of us. This is the door of Bei Yi's heart.

Han Ziyu couldn't push it open for a long time. She cast a spell and tried to fly over, but she couldn't fly over the stone door. The door was too high.

Han Ziyu stood outside the stone door, her palms touching the cold stone door.

Suddenly he seemed to hear a low call from the stone door.

"Han Ziyu, I hate you."

He thought he heard it wrong, so he held his breath and listened again.

"You are so brave, you dare to die to escape from the shackles of me, haha, haha." Bei Yi held the wine jar and drank until he was drunk.

Li Linfu stood silently aside.

Suddenly the stone door opened, and Han Ziyu stood at the door looking at the scene in front of him. This is actually the White Water Palace? No, no, the furnishings of Baishui Palace are not like this. There are no rockeries here, and the lotus flowers in the lotus pond are almost dead.

But it also looks very much like White Water Palace.

The Bei Yi in front of him is not Bei Yi, but the person with the coffin in Wuzhen. He is wearing a black robe with cloud patterns, an ancient silver crown on his head, a copper and black jade belt around his waist, sword-shaped eyebrows, and cold-looking black and purple eyes. .

Tired and annoyed, he was as drunk as a puddle of mud holding a large jar of wine.

"Lord, stop drinking. Drinking too much will harm your health."

"He's dead, he's dead."

Han Ziyu stood there and looked at everything in front of him, his heart aching for a while. The pain was not the pain of the flesh, but the pain radiating from the bottom of his heart, which made him feel like his soul was being sucked out.

After entering the soul, people in the state of mind cannot see him.

Han Ziyu approached Bei Yi. This man looked exactly like Bei Yi. Could this be his previous life?

This old man's name is the same as the one called by the paper people in Tongwuzhen. This also confirms his guess that this person is Bei Yi's previous life. It's no wonder that he has been talking about his deity after being demonized.

"Li Linfu, he's not dead, he's lying well in that ice coffin, haha."

Han Ziyu took a step closer.

Bei Yi suddenly dropped the wine jar, and the strong smell of wine dispersed, and he grabbed the invisible Han Ziyu.

"is it you?"

Han Ziyu took a step back, but his hand was grabbed by him helplessly, even though it was invisible, it was still tactile.

"Is it you, right? Han Ziyu, is it you, right?" Bei Yi asked softly in disbelief, he was a little anxious, "Is it? Is it?"

Han Ziyu shook off his hand and took a few steps back. He tightened his grip on Li Xuan's hand and then loosened it. He could not use his spiritual power in his state of mind, otherwise he would suffer backlash.

"Stop running, I know you are coming."

Li Linfu felt that the Lord was stunned, sighed, hugged the wine jar, and left.

The moon shadow was blurred, and Bei Yi searched around the yard. He followed the scent and pounced on him: "I know it's you. Stop hiding. Even if you are just the soul, I can find you."

Bei Yi releases his spiritual power, causing him to appear in physical form.

Then he froze there, staring at Han Ziyu for a long time, his black and purple eyes gradually brightening, the fog in his eyes getting heavier and heavier, and his shadow was reflected in his eyes.

"Zi Yu." He couldn't believe his eyes and called softly.

Han Ziyu: "You are drunk."

"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk!!"

Han Ziyu was afraid of disturbing his mood, so he wanted to leave, but Bei Yi hugged him, making it impossible for him to leave.

"release!"

"Where are you going? Are you leaving me again? I tell you, don't even think about escaping!"

"Are you crazy?"

"Han Ziyu, why did you leave me? Is it because I played you to death, so you wouldn't choose to leave me? Is it because I destroyed you completely, so you won't leave?"

"release!"

Bei Yi stared at him for a long time, then suddenly pushed him away: "You are not him, you are not, you are not."

"Where's the scar on your face? Where did the scar go?" Bei Yi roared.

"He is not like you. He is not as arrogant as you. There is only death and disgust in his eyes. He is definitely not as cold and tough as you."

"You're not him, you're not."

Bei Yi laughed, tears streaming down his face as he laughed. He looked up at the full moon: "People cannot be resurrected after death. It's all fake. It's all fake."

Han Ziyu was curious about himself and Bei Yi in his previous life. He probed: "What is your relationship with Han Ziyu?"

"He? He is my person. The person I trample on is the person I hate the most."

Han Ziyu's eyes trembled: "Then why do you miss him so much."

"Haha, he is the person I am marrying."

Han Ziyu's heart was confused. In her previous life, she had such an entanglement with Bei Yi. No wonder the Demon Lord got married in Tongwu Town. No wonder she always dreamed of the Demon Lord's face. No wonder she felt heartache when she was near Bei Yi. Incessantly.

But he didn't expect that he would die in his previous life.

Bei Yi was so drunk that he approached Han Ziyu and said, "You are not him. He was born with a mean body, but Nai/Cao. If he had been a woman, he would have given birth to at least ten children for me."

Han Ziyu's face turned red, and the ten children asked: "How long have you been married?"

"More than four years."

"Ten in four years?"

"I have many ways to help him conceive twins, triplets and quadruplets. He can give birth to ten children in three years. But he is not a woman. I don't care about any children. I only want him."

Han Ziyu's face turned red with embarrassment. Having ten children in three years was really terrible. He suddenly thought of the relationship between the two when Bei Yi was drunk that night and was poisoned by love, and then thought of the illusion in the realm of nothingness.

His face was as red as a burning cloud...

"Why does your face look so similar to his?" Bei Yi asked.

Han Ziyu took a step back. He wanted to run away, but suddenly he felt regretful: "There are many people who look alike in the world. It's just a coincidence."

"Really?"

"Why did he die?" Han Ziyu asked.