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

Bei Yi lay on the bed, completely sleepless, and managed to stay up until the sun rose.

Han Ziyu sat up and coughed twice: "Are you the Demon Lord? Where is Bei Yi?"

"No, the disciple is Bei Yi."

Han Ziyu called out Wu Ge, pointing the sword at his chest: "Stop pretending, it was you who kidnapped those girls, right?"

Demon Lord opened his eyes wide with an innocent look on his face, and his tone was very aggrieved: "Master, you have misunderstood me, I really have not."

Han Ziyu: "He is different from you."

This sentence completely stimulated the Demon Lord. Yes, he and I are different after all. He has been your master and disciple for nearly four years. You have lived in harmony and have a deep love for each other. Although I am your husband, I am the person you hate the most. Well, those four years between you and me are unbearable to look back on.

The Demon Lord sneered twice and stopped pretending. He slowly pushed Wu Ge away and put on his robe: "I am your husband."

Han Ziyu tightened her grip on Wu Ge: "Shut up!"

"Didn't you enter my state of mind? Didn't you see everything in the past? Why, you can't believe it or you don't want to admit it?" The Demon Lord took another step closer, and Wu Ge pressed against his chest.

Han Ziyu frowned and took a step back: "Everything in the past life has nothing to do with me in this life."

"It's easy for you to shirk it, but I don't want to let you go." Bei Yi took another step closer.

Han Ziyu glared at the person in front of him: "Don't move!"

"You don't want to see me that much?" Demon Lord stared at Han Ziyu fiercely, and he gritted his teeth, "You want your little disciple to come back so much?" He snorted coldly, "I am your husband!!"

The demonic energy rushed straight towards Han Ziyu.

"Without me, that bitch Wan Qiyun would have killed you all long ago." He tightly held you in his arms, "I miss you so much, why do you only have eyes for your little disciple."

Han Ziyu lowered her eyes coldly and distantly, refusing to look at him.

"Haha, yes, it looks like this, exactly the same as in the previous life."

The demonic energy made Han Ziyu unable to move, "Don't touch me."

"He can touch you, but I can't?" Demon Lord raised a hand, caressed Han Ziyu's cheek, and gently ravaged his earlobe, then picked up a strand of his hair and slowly wrapped it around it, "Huh? I can't ?”

The Demon Lord bit his earlobe deeply: "You are my own, I am the wife of the Ming Matchmaker, you are my own!"

Han Ziyu struggled against the restraints. The demonic energy imprisoned his inner energy, locked up all his spiritual power, sealed his muscles and veins, and made him unable to move.

"Stop struggling."

Han Ziyu pushed back the spiritual power and resisted the demonic energy that imprisoned the inner energy.

The Demon Lord released his hold on his hand, and Han Ziyu instantly stabbed Wu Ge into his chest.

Seeing that Han Ziyu suffered internal injuries in trying to break free from the shackles of the demonic energy, with blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, his heart ached a little, but he didn't expect that the next second this man would stab him with a sword.

"Let those women go."

Demon Lord: "Zi Yu, wouldn't it be better to kill me?"

"I say again, let those women go."

"What if I don't let you go?"

Han Ziyu pulled out the sword suddenly, blood dripping down the blade. He raised the sword and pointed at the Demon Lord's neck: "Let them go."

"Zi Yu, please think clearly, if you kill me, your little disciple will also die with you."

Han Ziyu: "Let those women go and I'll go with you."

Demon Lord pushed Wu Ge away and took a step closer: "You haven't changed as expected. Everyone is more important than you."

Demon Lord took Han Ziyu to the hidden foot of the mountain. With a wave of his hand, the barrier formed by the demonic energy was lifted. The women were only blocked by the barrier, but they were not missing. They had been here these past few days. Live a happy and worry-free life, because the barrier exists so people can't see or find it.

If Han Ziyu hadn't used spiritual weapons to track them, Han Wuchou wouldn't have been able to find any trace of these women even with Han Wuchou's sensitivity to aura.

Han Ziyu pushed open the door of the wooden house and saw several women doing sex work there.

When they saw the visitor, the women immediately called out respectfully: "Immortal Lord."

Han Ziyu didn't understand how they knew his identity, and she was even more confused when she saw his portrait hanging on the wall.

A woman said: "It was the Immortal Lord who provided a place for a few of us, and also found technicians to teach us nvhong and tea arts. In the future, we can support our families with this craft. Thank you, the Immortal Lord."

The other women also said, "Thank you, Immortal Lord."

"Your parents are very anxious these days. Go home and visit them quickly." After Han Ziyu finished speaking, he looked at the Demon Lord standing behind him.

After the women left, Han Ziyu asked, "In order to lure me out, you didn't hesitate to set a trap on me?"

The Demon Lord leaned against the door and window and felt content. He laughed twice wildly: "Otherwise, would Zi Yu come out to see me?"

"Shameless."

Han Wuchou flew out of the bottle and immediately ran outside the house without daring to move. The two people inside started fighting again.

Li Xuan's blows made a loud sound, green light leaked from the room, and Mo Chen's sword flew and caused a gust of wind.

Unable to fight inside the house, the two of them fought all the way outside, fighting at the foot of the mountain.

The inverted blade on Li Xuan Whip went straight into the Demon Lord's skin, Mo Chen flew towards and rushed away from Wu Ge, and the two divine swords buzzed against each other.

The wind was blowing all around, snowflakes were flying, and the trees at the foot of the mountain were broken.

Han Wuchou: "Stop fighting, stop fighting, are you trying to lift the mountain?"

The Demon Lord stopped his hand and grabbed Li Xuan who had released the inverted blade. He used his blood to order Li Xuan to retract the inverted blade, and pulled the whip and said: "Zi Yu, if you continue to fight, the villagers of Hushan Town will suffer. "

Han Ziyu released his spiritual power, and the cold ice followed Li Xuan straight into the Demon Lord's palm, and then followed his palm into his pulse.

"Can this little trick kill me?" Demon Lord chuckled and let go of Li Xuan.

Han Ziyu took back Li Xuan, and he continued to release his spiritual power into the Demon Lord's palm, and even formed an ice blade formation to surround the Demon Lord.

Han Wuchou hid far away, for fear of being accidentally injured.

After Han Ziyu completely controlled Bei Yi, he said urgently: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you come and help me quickly?"

Han Wuchou ran over and released his spiritual power to control the Demon Lord with illusions. He tried several times but nothing worked.

Demon Lord glared at Han Wuchou: "It's just a spirit of illusion, but it still wants to control me!"

He struggled to break free from Han Ziyu's restraints. At the moment when he released the demonic energy, Han Ziyu took the lead and used secret techniques to activate the restrictions in Bei Yi's body to summon the poisonous general.

Although both the Demon King and the Poisonous General are crazy, he can control the Poisonous General with secret techniques.

When the poisonous general came out, Han Ziyu immediately released a few talismans. After the talismans burned out, he used Li Xuan to enter his state of mind.

He wanted to personally bring back Bei Yi's sanity.

Entering the desolate state of mind again, there is darkness and loneliness, and the endless night can be seen from a distance.

Han Ziyu threw out Li Xuan. With the light emitted by Li Xuan, he could still see the road ahead clearly.

After walking for a while, the towering tree and a pool of water appeared in front of me again. The light of the lotus in the pool was much dimmer than before.

Han Ziyu cast a spell to maintain the brilliance of the lotus itself. The lotus planted last time had bent over and looked tired. Han Ziyu used his spiritual power to force a few drops of blood essence into the lotus pond. After a while, the lotus came back to life.