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

The Demon Locking Tower was full of resentment. Bei Yi had broken his arms and legs, and was covered in blood. His hair was stuck together due to blood stains, his pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his lips were chapped and dried blood hung at the corners of his mouth.

Dragging his broken leg, he climbed up to the highest level step by step, from the ninety-first floor to the ninety-eighth floor. All the suffering was not worth the six hundred years in the underworld.

Pushing open the stone door on the ninety-ninth floor, a cold wind blew in my face.

The wind was mixed with anger, instantly cutting off his hair, scratching his face, and blood overflowed from the wounds.

The room full of resentment rushed in quickly and hit Bei Yi hard.

Those long-held grievances were very lethal, and instantly injured Bei Yi like a cripple, and he fell to the ground with a thump.

Resentment lingered around him.

Women's screams, men's cries for help, children's laughter, and old women's sighs were intertwined.

"Ahahaha, ahhahaha~ Go to hell!"

"Don't kill me, save me, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Cluck, cluck, cluck, brother, eat some candy."

"Hey, Master, I'm getting old..."

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Everyone in the house must go to hell!"

"Become a demon, the door to the demon realm will always be open to you."

"Demon Lord, oh no, nine kings of the underworld, return to the underworld."

"Don't kill me, don't chop me, no, I don't want it!"

"My fingers, ah, my hands."

"My head, where's my head?"

"I can't see my eyes, hahahaha, it turns out it's in my mouth, bah bah bah."

"Hey, what are you doing holding my severed hand? Do you want to eat it?"

Resentment slowly lifted the unconscious Bei Yi up, and waves of resentment went straight into his eyebrows.

He howled in pain, and the moment he opened his eyes, his eyes turned blood-red.

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One month later, summer is halfway through, and the lotus flowers in Baishui Palace are growing gratifyingly.

Xi Qing was sitting in the lobby of White Water Palace, being watched by Han Ziyu as he completed his homework. This was the fifth time he had skipped class.

"Master, why do I still need to take the literature class? Junior Brother Zhao has finished his classes a long time ago."

"If you fail the final exam, keep studying until you pass the exam." Han Ziyu marked the test questions without changing his expression.

Xi Qing sat aside and studied sadly, but he was thinking about that guy Bei Yi. He hadn't seen him for more than a month and wondered how he was doing. Without Bei Yi, most of the fun in life was lost. Alas.

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The people in the Demon Locking Tower were tortured in all kinds of ways, and the mental pain from Ling Chi made Bei Yi want to die several times, but he managed to hold on every time he thought of his master.

Countless illusions trapped it.

He seemed to have returned to his previous life and his childhood.

"Mom, why did you leave the child?" Bei Yi huddled in the stable and muttered to himself. Now that my mother has become the concubine of Liu Zhi County, she is not allowed to see each other even though they are in the same house. Even if she does, she has to bow her head and call her. A sentence of seven ladies.

Late at night, Liu Wenzheng was having an affair with his maid, his wife. Halfway through the game, he couldn't enjoy it to the fullest. The maid frowned, and Liu Wenzheng shouted, "What are you looking at? Do you think this young master can't satisfy you?"

The maid plopped down and knelt on the bed: "Master, it's my fault. I deserve to die. My crime deserves death."

Liu Wenzheng's yard was very close to the horse pen. He put on a coat and headed towards the horse ring. He picked up Bei Yi, who was shivering in the horse ring, and carried him into his bedroom by his collar.

Bei Yi's face turned red from holding back, and he gasped for air. The candlelight in the room shone in front of the bed, and the half-dressed maid suddenly came into view of Bei Yi.

The maid was not shy at all and asked: "Does it look good?"

Bei Yi took one look and felt nauseous, his stomach churning with the digested food.

Liu Wenzheng laughed and said: "At this age, he still doesn't know what lust is. Hahaha, let this kid watch the battle."

Liu Wenzheng pulled the maid's hair: "Is this young master powerful?"

"Awesome, Young Master is the most powerful."

"That's pretty much it."

Bei Yi lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

Liu Wenzheng shouted: "Who told you to lower your head and look at her? If you lower your head again, I will yank out your eyeballs."

Bei Yi was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe, and stared blankly at the two of them doing all the dirty things.

After everything was over, Bei Yi crawled back to the horse pen and vomited next to the horse ring.

He missed his grandma so much that he secretly ran into her yard. The thin man lay on the wall and climbed in after watching that no one was in the yard.

When I arrived at Grandma's bedroom, I heard a voice coming from inside before I even knocked on the door.

That voice was exactly the same as the voice of Liu Wenzheng's maid just now. Bei Yi's heart froze, and he squatted aside, his eyes filled with tears.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

He could hear Magistrate Liu's insults and even the sound of whips...

Bei Yi clenched his fists, endured it again and again, and finally climbed over the wall and left. No one knew that he was A Niang's child, otherwise A Niang's life would be worse than death.

After some time, rumors spread throughout the house that the seventh lady was pregnant.

Bei Yi was also happy after hearing this. After A Niang had a child, she gained confidence in this house, but what kind of existence did he think of A Niang? Is it the one who was abandoned? Is it redundant?

It was getting colder, so the horse in the horse pen leaned closer to Bei Yi, using its huge body to block the cool night breeze from Bei Yi.

Bei Yi looked up at the sky, tears falling down his face.

Grandma, the child is very obedient, why can't you come and take a look at the child?

Liu Wenzheng still vented his anger on Bei Yi every day when he had nothing to do. From time to time, he would throw horse dung at him, and even let the young Bei Yi be their target for archery.

Bei Yi shivered with fear, one arrow after another whizzed past his ears. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the arrows shot at him. He swore that one day he would pay for the blood of these people and chop them down. Cut off their heads and chop off their hands.

These people even made Bei Yi lie on the ground to learn how to bark like a dog, and even poured boiling tea on him.

As long as Bei Yi showed a look of fear, the group would burst into laughter.

For a few days, Bei Yi was seriously infected with wind-chill disease and fell into coma.

Liu Wenzheng opened the door of the horse pen and kicked Bei Yi in the stomach: "Are you dead?"

Bei Yi groaned in pain.

The wealthy young men next to him laughed loudly: "You can't die even after all this effort. This brat has a long life."

"I think if we change the method, we can put him in the water prison today. There are locusts there. He is seriously ill and he will probably ascend to heaven in less than a day."

Liu Wenzheng clapped his hands with a disgusting smile on his face: "This is a good idea."

Then several people carried Bei Yi, who was still unconscious, and threw him into the dark water prison.

It was freezing cold in the water prison.

Bei Yi kept murmuring: "It's so cold, so cold."

"Aniang, Aniang, don't leave me."

"Mommy, the baby is cold~"

Several people on the side laughed heartily, and even some of the accompanying maids also laughed. The contempt for life seemed to arouse the wrath of the sky. The sunny sky suddenly became cloudy, and then heavy rain fell.