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

The master and apprentice searched for a whole day in Hushan Town, but did not find any trace of the missing woman.

Han Ziyu visited the missing woman's family again, hoping to get more clues.

Bei Yi didn't care about this, as long as Han Ziyu was by his side.

After two days of searching, they still had no clue, so the two had to stay at an inn in the town.

"Han" Bei Yi quickly changed his words, "Master, what is the use of making so many spiritual weapons?"

"When we were talking about spiritual weapons in the clerical class, were you wandering again?"

"Disciple, disciple is always serious."

Han Ziyu polished the iron tool in his hand: "Serious? Don't insult this word. If you can be serious, you can live a few more years as a teacher."

"Why do you say that?"

"If I don't make you mad every day, it's all because of my master's destiny."

"As a teacher, I am a teacher all day long. You and I are only eight zodiac signs, and you are less than nine years old. You are a teacher all day long."

Han Ziyu's face suddenly sank, and she grabbed Li Xuan's hand with palm oil and swung it towards him: "Have you given all the etiquette, justice and shame I taught you to dogs?"

Demon Lord grabbed Li Xuan's whip and was about to call Han Ziyu viciously, but when he thought that his true identity was known to him, he would no longer give a good look and would definitely try his best to call out the kid's sanity. .

So the Demon Lord obediently let go of Li Xuan's hand and said softly: "Master, my disciples are here to help you make spiritual weapons together."

"Ah."

A candlestick stood aside, illuminating the entire tabletop.

Han Ziyu's slender hands with distinct veins were so flexible that they could make a bunch of iron knots.

Bei Yi picked up an iron lump and polished it with his spiritual power. After polishing for a while, he turned to look at Han Ziyu who was standing aside.

He is so serious and fascinating. The light of the candlelight shines on his white robe, his white fingers are stained with dark palm oil, and even his face is smeared with palm oil.

Bei Yi became angry as he looked at it.

I am so jealous! They had lived together for four years in their previous life, and he had never been so comfortable getting along with him. He put on an airs and put on a dead face all day long.

After passing through the long river of time and coming to this life, he experienced these small and trivial things, and he went crazy with jealousy.

He wanted to monopolize Han Ziyu's every frown and smile. He wanted every inch of this person's body to belong to him, inside and out.

He was unwilling to accept it, why did Han Ziyu give all his tenderness and beauty to the young Bei Yi, why did the previous life leave him with only indifference and alienation as a powerful demon.

He was so jealous that he went crazy!

His heart felt like it was being twisted with a knife!

His mind was filled with those unbearable images.

Those heart-wrenching scenes are now recurring in front of my eyes.

Han Ziyu stood in the snow with a snow fox in her arms. Her face was pale, she didn't know what she was looking at and thinking, and her eyes were lifeless.

Han Ziyu was always like a dying fish on the bed. She didn't know how to resist or give him any reaction. She would only scold him when she felt pain, and only when she was drunk by him would she show off her emotions. The passions that ordinary people should have.

Han Ziyu never took the initiative to talk to him. Whether at the dinner table or when playing, he always had a cold face.

Only when he kills people, when he harms living beings, will Han Ziyu be willing to take the initiative to talk to him, and what he says will always just tell him to stop and ask him why he does what he does.

Han Ziyu in the previous life was so hateful!

How abominable!

I hate him so much! !

……

Bei Yi bit his lower lip, his teeth itched with hatred. He hated Han Ziyu in his previous life, hated the young Bei Yi in this life, and hated Han Ziyu who only had that boy in his heart without him in this life.

Why is it that the only one who is discarded is always me!

I am so jealous! ! !

His hands tightened tighter and tighter, and his fingertips slowly turned white.

Han Ziyu, you can only belong to me. You can only belong to me in this and past lives!

"Why are you dazed?"

Han Ziyu's voice pulled him out of those bizarre memories.

"nothing."

He wanted to monopolize this body, and he wanted Han Ziyu to belong to him alone forever, but he had no memory of the master and apprentice getting along in the past four years, and thinking of this made him even more angry.

His fingers clenched loudly.

The iron knots in his hands were burned away by the fire released from his rage.

"Can you do it? If you can't do it, just rest early." Han Ziyu said.

Bei Yi grabbed Han Ziyu's hand and held back what he wanted to say. He couldn't let Han Ziyu know that the boy's consciousness had not returned.

"Yes, the disciples will."

"What did you learn in the spiritual weapon making class? Have you forgotten all the intermediate ones?"

"The disciples taught by Master remember it clearly."

"If you don't do it again, go back to the top of Wangya and copy the book on making spiritual weapons ten times."

"Master, you are really"

"Really what?"

"It's so kind of you."

Bei Yi thought to himself: The only thing that hasn't changed is his fiery temper.

Bei Yi accompanied Han Ziyu to make six or seven spiritual weapons.

After doing it, Han Ziyu used spiritual power and spells on it, and then took the missing woman's supplies and continued to cast spells on the spiritual weapon.

"What is this used for?" Bei Yi asked.

"Spirit Weapon Tracking Technique, using the master's breath remaining on these items, the spirit weapon can automatically track where the breath goes."

Han Ziyu cast a spell to release the spiritual weapon and cleaned up the messy utensils and wires on the table. The candlelight flickered and his glory reflected in Bei Yi's eyes.

Bei Yi's eyes came to the wooden ring in his hand, and the jealousy and hatred he was about to express made him unable to calm down.

These things are all related to that kid.

Thinking about the illusion that Han Ziyu and the boy had entered the realm of nothingness under the guidance of the sparks of stars, he could feel that Han Ziyu did not resist or even took the initiative in those charming scenes.

Why did I look like a different person to me in my previous life?

Han Ziyu, you are so cruel.

You can only belong to me!

His eyes were changing unpredictably under the candlelight, his face was gradually distorted, and he was clenching his teeth.

It was late at night, Han Ziyu was already tired, and he dozed off with his hands on the table.

The Demon Lord gently grasped his other hand and tried to pull off the wooden ring on his hand, but the ring did not move at all.

What a broken ring that kid made!

The Demon Lord intertwined his fingers and squeezed his hand: "Han Ziyu, you can only belong to me."

His possessive eyes stared at Han Ziyu's cheek.

He leaned forward, and when the tips of their noses met, he tilted his head slightly, and his warm lips touched the cold lips.

The moment Han Ziyu breathed, the Demon Lord sat back down in panic, fearing that he would discover the evil intentions he was harboring.

He lowered his eyes and looked at their intertwined fingers, and at the sleeping face of the man, time seemed to have stopped abruptly.

Memories of the past reappeared in his mind again and again. In the three years after Han Ziyu left, he was alone and lonely, guarding the dilapidated lotus flowers, guarding the empty Demon Palace, guarding those humanoid spiritual weapons, and his days were like years...