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

Beiyi destroyed the boundary between Pinglu Peak and Yingtan Peak, and the trees between the two peaks were reduced to ashes.

He flew to Yingtan Peak and said, "Li Linfu, come and die for me."

"Lord, what are your plans?"

"Where are those women?" Bei Yi was holding a pot of wine, which smelled of lotus flowers.

"Already in the backyard, these are portraits. Which one does the Lord like? She will sleep with you today?" Li Linfu tremblingly handed over more than ten portraits. These women were all found in the mold of a man.

Bei Yi flipped through a few pictures and saw a woman who looked very much like Xiao Lin: "Just her, let the rest go."

"It's the Lord." He had long been accustomed to the Lord's moodiness, so he just surrendered.

The house was filled with the scent of lotus flowers and the smell of wine. Bei Yi collapsed on the ground. He became a hero among people and had thousands of people kneeling down to worship him. However, his master died tragically and lost his lover. His peers expelled him and no one understood him. Nothing can go back, nothing can go back!

"Li Linfu, get here here."

"Your Majesty, Miss Lin, we are already waiting for you. Please don't waste your time with the beautiful scenery." Li Linfu saw the woman today. She was really beautiful and definitely not vulgar. She had a cool temperament like the Guanghan Fairy. Just like the cold light immortal Lord imprisoned by the Lord, like the frost and snow in winter, and like the lotus in the pond, they are no different from the crescent clear moon.

Bei Yi carried the wine jar and stumbled to the bedroom: "Where is the person?"

Lin Yuetin was sitting in the inner room, her fingers tangled together and trembling nervously. The door was pushed open with great force, and cold wind blew in.

"Are you the woman Li Linfu found for me?" Bei Yi smashed the wine jar and slowly approached her.

The wine was scattered all over the floor, and Lin Yuetin clung to the bedrail in fear, not daring to move.

"Raise your head, my dear." Bei Yi pinched the woman's chin, showing no pity for her at all.

Lin Yuetan sobbed in a low voice: "Little girl, yes, it is the girl that Master Li has come to fill the young master's house. I hope you don't dislike her."

Bei Yi rubbed his hazy eyes and shook his head. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, he immediately let go of his hand and staggered back two steps: "You?"

He realized that he had recognized the wrong person. This woman looked very similar to Xiao Lin. He wanted to get closer, but pain arose in his heart.

"Stay well, you will get married to me in two days. If you dare to run away, I will kill you." After Bei Yi said, he slammed the door and fell to the ground in panic. It looked very similar.

If the master is alive, then he and the master should be getting married now.

On the wedding day, the courtyard was full of guests, gongs and drums rang all day long, and the city was filled with red.

"I heard that this Demon Lord married a pair of twins."

"Can this Demon Lord be separated into sisters?"

"Hahaha, hahaha, that's ridiculous."

"Be careful, the walls have ears. The Demon Lord is not easy to mess with."

The eight sects sent congratulatory gifts one after another, and the courtyard was full of guests. Bei Yi sat on the stage, waiting for the two brides to come.

His eyes were fixed on one of them, and Li Linfu sighed: "Your Majesty, it's time for the ceremony to begin."

Bei Yi was dressed in a wedding dress and held two red hands. He held two ends at each end and held a bride at each end.

One is petite in stature and has a red cover with disheveled hair, while the other is slightly taller and is on the right side of the demon king. He has a phoenix crown and embroidered phoenix, and the phoenix embroidered on the red cover is full of luxury.

"Don't you mean twins? How do these figures look like twins? I think it's just a gimmick. One is a wife and the other is a concubine. They were married on the same day. Today's wedding of the Demon Lord looks like a complete joke."

"Speak less and no one will think you are dumb."

"Am I wrong? These are obviously not twins. They are fooling us."

Li Linfu shouted: "I worship heaven and earth."

The three of them bowed down together.

"Two thanks to the high hall."

The three of them bowed together again.

"Husband and wife bow to each other."

Bei Yi turned to the right side of his body, bowed to him, and made a muffled sound when his heads collided.

"The ceremony is over and they are sent to the bridal chamber."

Bei Yi ignored the person on his left, threw away Qian Hong in his left hand, picked up the person on his right and strode away from here, not caring about the guests in the courtyard.

"Why are you so angry?" Bei Yi pulled off Han Ziyu's hijab and bit his lip. He didn't leave his seductive lips with satisfaction until he saw blood.

"Get out." Han Ziyu felt weak all over, and the words he spat out were all pale and feeble.

"Uncle, haven't I treated you well? You are already my wife. The matchmaker is getting married. The courtyard is full of guests. Three bows have passed. You were born as my person and died as my ghost." Bei Yi strangled Han Ziyu. neck: "How dare you assassinate your husband on your wedding day?"

Bei Yi pulled out the short knife from his chest and licked the blood stains on it: "It's useless to cast a forbidden spell, right? You are still manipulated into marrying me. I have given you my wife. What else do you want? ?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Bei Yi released the spiritual lamp, his spiritual power shone, and he cast a spell. Han Ziyu's spiritual power was completely drained from his body, like a cripple who fell onto the bed.

"I will be waiting for you here, and you will sleep with me at night."

Han Ziyu held on to the wall and endured the severe pain. He staggered to the dressing table. He put the scissors against his cheek and made a cut. The blood flowed down his cheek and into his chest. The jade hairpin fell to the ground, and the jingling sound echoed. In an empty room.

After the guests dispersed, Bei Yi walked into Lin Yueqin's room. His spiritual power passed through and the red cover was shattered into pieces.

"Husband."

Lin Yuetin smiled slightly, and his appearance was almost the same as that of Xiao Lin. Bei Yi was dumbfounded. He clasped the back of Lin Yuetin's head with one hand and was about to kiss her. He immediately moved his lips away, and a sudden feeling rose in his heart. Nausea.

Bei Yi suppressed his inner resistance with the strength of his drink, and pulled open the woman's clothes. In the middle of the process, he pushed the woman beside him mercilessly: "Have a good rest."

On the wedding night, of course he went to see his wife, and a concubine was simply not enough to keep him going.

Lin Yuetin lay on the bed and cried muffledly.

Bei Yi carried two jars of lotus flowers to Baishui Palace. One of them accidentally fell into the lotus pond. The wine jar shattered on the ground and his red clothes got soaked.

Bei Yi got up and jumped into the house. The house was dim and the moonlight sprinkled all over the floor.

There was a deep and shallow breathing from the person on the bed. Bei Yi turned over him and saw the blood on his face. He was so frightened that he wanted to touch his hand and froze in mid-air.

"Come, come, call me Li Linfu."

Li Linfu came running in the middle of the night, carrying a medical kit and kneeling in front of Han Ziyu's bed in a panic: "Your Majesty."

"How is he?"

"Han Xianzun has lost his spiritual power and his internal energy has been destroyed. He has been unconscious for a long time. His life is not in danger. I am afraid that he will no longer be able to use his spiritual power and use divine weapons in the future." Li Linfu marveled in his heart. Han Xianzun used to be the clearest among all the sects of cultivating immortals. This character, who is also the most righteous and cannot be slandered, is now reduced to such a situation, how can it not be a sigh of relief.

"The injury on his face." The wind blew in from the window, and Bei Yi gently pulled the quilt to cover Han Ziyu's shoulders.

"My subordinate has treated the wound, but if the wound is too deep, it will leave scars."

"Well, let's go down."

Bei Yi calmed down and stopped throwing things at the wine jar. He had not stepped into the White Water Palace for half a month since the wedding day. He got his wish and completely destroyed Han Ziyu's skills and trampled on his dignity. , trapping people around you.