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

After waiting for a while, Han Ziyu flew away from here and came to the area where Han Wuchou was guarding.

Han Ziyu looked at Han Wuchou who was unconscious and frowned: "Wuchou."

As soon as Han Wuchou opened his eyes, he saw Bei Yi beside him. He was so frightened that he almost fainted: "Han, Han Xianzun."

Han Ziyu immediately cast a spell to stabilize the spiritual power in his body: "What's wrong?"

Han Wuchou glanced at Bei Yi and his eyes narrowed. He shook his head tremblingly: "No, it's okay. The thief just came and ran away again. The formation didn't catch him."

"Didn't catch it?"

"Ah."

Han Ziyu was confused: "How come you can't catch it?"

Han Wuchou glanced at Bei Yi again, and saw the unpredictable expression on his face, and swallowed back what he wanted to say.

"Is anyone injured? Is the girl okay?"

"Zi~Yu" Han Wuchou immediately felt a fierce gaze directed at him, and he avoided the sight: "Han, Han Xianzun, no one was hurt."

Bei Yi inspected the surrounding area: "Master, it seems that this thief is very cunning. Judging from the traces at the scene, he should be a demon."

Of course Han Ziyu knew it was a demon. There was a very faint aura of demon here, and it was obvious that the demon had escaped. He got up and walked into the house, watching Han Ziyu, a woman in the house who had been unconscious for a long time, cast a spell to wake her up.

Han Wuchou ran over with an apology on his face.

"Girl, have you seen the appearance of the monster?"

The woman shivered with fear when she recalled the monster's face.

Han Ziyu looked back at Han Wuchou, who was ineffective in doing things. Not only was it impossible to dress him up as a woman, he couldn't even catch a monster. It's true that there is more success than failure.

He suppressed his anger and looked at the woman calmly: "Don't be afraid."

"Tao, Taoist Master, he, he will come again." The woman sobbed: "He said, he said he wanted me, he wanted me to wait for him to come, he wanted me to be his concubine."

"Don't be afraid, I will catch him."

"Taoist Master~" As the woman spoke, she grabbed Han Ziyu's robe and started crying.

Bei Yi stood by the candlelight, his face flickering between bright and dark, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. He walked straight towards Han Ziyu: "Girl, I see you are too frightened, so you should rest early."

He took Han Ziyu's hand and pulled him out of the room: "You"

He paused: "Cold"

I really can't do anything to you.

"Master, have you had your dinner?" He smiled faintly, and there was no trace of the same person as the murderous Demon Lord in his previous life.

"not yet."

Bei Yi conjured some spicy food from his space bag and pulled Han Ziyu to a pavilion at the entrance of the village: "Master, try it quickly."

"Ah."

Han Ziyu always felt strange, but he didn't know what was strange. He glanced at Bei Yi and saw the young man holding his chin in his hands and staring at him with an innocent expression.

Han Ziyu handed him a pair of chopsticks: "Let's eat together."

Bei Yi suppressed his anger and took the chopsticks. I have been sleeping with you for more than four years, and you have never treated me like this. Han Ziyu, do you like this kid so much? I am so incomparable in your heart. he?

"Master."

"What's the matter?" Han Ziyu raised her eyes to look at him, and what he saw and heard immediately emerged in his mind. Although he had never experienced it personally, those pictures were already painful to the bones.

"No, it's okay." The dignified Demon Lord still couldn't ask the question, would you hate someone who has hurt you? Will you forgive him?

Han Ziyu looked away: "Do you have any wine?"

"Have."

A pot of lotus flower was taken out from the space bag, and each person drank a glass of wine. The aroma of the wine overflowed.

"Master, if a person is full of evil and his hands are stained with blood, are you willing to help him return to the world?"

Han Ziyu frowned slightly: "If he is willing to turn around and do good, I will send him back to the world."

"But what if he refuses to look back?"

"kill."

Bei Yi's hand tightened on the wine glass. In the previous life, you tried your best to save people from this deity, save the so-called world, and achieve your great righteousness, but in the end you got nothing.

"What if that person is a disciple?"

Han Ziyu was stunned, and he raised his eyes to look at Bei Yi's hot and expectant eyes, which made him avoid him: "If this person is you, I will atone for your sins."

"What to redeem for?"

"A life for a life, to bring peace to the world, and to awaken your conscience. If you refuse to repent, even if your master is dead, he will come from hell to personally take your life and eliminate harm for the world."

Bei Yi smiled indifferently, and his smile was full of bitterness. If you look closely, you can see a crystal clear bead rolling down the corner of his eye.

Han Ziyu's heart suddenly shrank, and the pain came from nowhere. It was so painful that he couldn't bear it.

This was the Han Ziyu he knew, full of righteousness, dedicated to serving the world, and finally risking his life to save Pengxi Pavilion and Kunshan Wu from him.

"Master."

Their eyes met under the moonlight.

Bei Yi stared at him for a long time: "Is it worth it for the people of the world?"

"worth."

Bei Yi raised his glass. After drinking one glass, he poured two more glasses in succession.

Han Ziyu, no matter what you think about me, you were mine in the past life, and you can only be mine in this life!

The two had a meal and found a dilapidated wooden house to rest here.

Han Ziyu has always been a poor drinker and got drunk after just two drinks.

Bei Yi carried him all the way to the wooden house, spread out the pile of firewood, placed him on it, took off his outer robe and put it on him.

Under the faint moonlight, he looked at the cold face with fascination.

Six hundred years have passed, and he has gone crazy thinking about it. He has traveled through the long river of time to come here, but he has already had the reborn Bei Yi in his heart. Although Bei Yi and him are one in this life, their souls have been separated for too long. , has long had a different mind.

The Demon Lord leaned to the side and stared at that face for a long time. He gently approached him, smelled the familiar lotus leaf fragrance on his body, and smiled and turned away his head.

"Han Ziyu, I give you a chance to choose. Between me and him, you can only choose me. What good can that brat do when he is still young? I am the one who can make you happy."

"..."

He stayed up all night, mumbling and mumbling all night long.

Early the next morning, Han Wuchou pushed in the door and immediately covered his eyes when he saw the scene in front of him.

I saw Bei Yi sleeping on the firewood pile with Han Ziyu in his arms, his thigh resting on Han Ziyu's leg, and Han Ziyu huddled in his arms.

"Get out." Bei Yi said.

Han Wuchou looked innocent. It's not that I want to see it. I don't want to see it. Even dogs don't want to see it.

Bei Yi pulled the clothes to cover Han Ziyu. Looking at his sleeping face, he suddenly remembered the scene from his previous life.

Her body felt cold in her arms, and she shrank unconsciously into his arms. Bei Yi took the opportunity to hug him tightly, and the two of them leaned against each other, waiting for the sun to rise.

When Han Ziyu woke up, there was no one around him. He opened the black robe on his body and stretched his arms lazily.

"Master, are you awake?"

"Ah."

"The demon has been caught."

Han Ziyu opened the door and saw a man wearing colorful clothes tied in front of a wooden stake with a rag stuffed in his mouth.