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

The summer night wind was carrying heat, but Han Ziyu only felt a slight coolness in her heart.

The boy's palms were clenched tightly, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Master."

The young man suddenly looked back, Mo Chen's sword trembled, his eyes panicked and he immediately embraced Han Ziyu.

Han Ziyu pushed his arm. Unexpectedly, the young man did not let go but held him tighter: "Master, do you still remember what the disciple said before entering the tower?"

"Zi Yu, are you pretending to be stupid?" The young man let go of his hand around his waist and looked directly at Han Ziyu.

Han Ziyu was stared at by him and wanted to run away, but had nowhere to go: "Bei Yi, don't talk nonsense. As a teacher, you only preach and teach, and you have no other intentions."

"Is it impossible or not at all?" Bei Yi's eyes were full of aggression.

"No." Han Ziyu said coldly.

"What? Do you know anything about the omen?"

Han Ziyu threw Li Xuan up, and Bei Yi was whipped violently as the green light flashed. He sneered and grabbed the whip: "In a rage? I was right, right?"

Han Ziyu grabbed Li Xuan's other end, and he was furious: "Bei Yi, you think I won't punish you, do you?"

"Punishment? Master's punishments are really many. On the Punishment Platform, on the Poison Valley Road, and...forget it...I'm too lazy to argue with you, Han Ziyu, you can't get close to others, even if they are close. No way, drive Zhao Zhiruo out of the White Water Palace, do you hear me?" His voice could be extremely domineering at one moment, and then he could grit his teeth and use an extremely ambiguous tone.

Han Ziyu took Li Xuan back and said, "Leave. If you leave the top of Wangya, I can't protect you."

"Han Ziyu!" Bei Yi pressed Han Ziyu's shoulder with one hand, "Teacher, teacher, teacher, teacher. You only have these two words in your heart. Who do you think I am? You and I are already husband and wife, but now we are What do you mean by putting it behind you? Am I just your unspeakable secret lover or the person you have an affair with?"

A crisp sound sounded.

Bei Yi was slapped by him, his ears were buzzing, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled Han Ziyu into his arms, and bit his lip hard.

There is each other's breath between the lips and teeth.

Han Ziyu cast a spell to escape, but was imprisoned by his demonic energy, and had no choice but to bear Bei Yi's rough kiss.

The kiss ended, and the corners of their lips were stained with blood.

Bei Yi leaned against his ear and said, "Zi Yu, is it okay if I marry you? Or should I give in and marry you?"

Han Ziyu turned her head and remained silent, her eyes cold and terrifying.

This look completely hurt Bei Yi's heart, as if he saw Han Ziyu's eyes in his previous life, when he always looked at him like this. Han Ziyu's eyes were full of alienation and disgust, and it was shockingly cold at first glance.

Bei Yi snorted coldly: "You can't escape."

"You're not him." The person in front of him looked like a demon, and Han Ziyu was puzzled.

"What? Who does Master want me to be? Zhao Zhiruo?" Bei Yi chuckled.

"Bei Yi!"

Seeing the angry look of the person in front of him, Bei Yi felt indescribable joy in his heart. He smiled: "What's wrong, Master?"

Han Ziyu clenched his fingers tightly: "Bei Yi, you have no respect for your superiors, bully your subordinates and offend your superiors, and talk nonsense. Do you really think I won't punish you?"

Bei Yi smiled: "Master, do you want to fight with your disciple?"

He was filled with anger. The person he loved cared about someone else. He knew that there was a soul in his body that was the Demon Lord in his previous life. If Han Ziyu loved that soul, he wouldn't be so angry.

How could Zhao Zhi not be angry if he lived in Baishui Palace and was always by Han Ziyu's side.

Li Xuan swung, the inverted blade exploded, green light burst out, Han Ziyu rushed away, and Li Xuan wildly threw Bei Yi.

Snapped--

Violent whip sounds echoed in the air, a green light lit up in the dark night, Li Xuan's inverted blade pierced Bei Yi's skin, and blood droplets flew when Li Xuan swung it again.

"Hiss—" Bei Yi caught the whip with his bare hands, "Master, it doesn't hurt enough, use a little harder."

The inverted blade dug into his palm, and blood dripped down the whip.

Han Ziyu was so fierce that he took back Li Xuan.

"Master, being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself." Bei Yi came to Han Ziyu's side silently and whispered against his ear.

Two people fighting in the air

As the brilliance shone, his fists touched the flesh. Han Ziyu's skills were extremely powerful. He used the Nine Points Skill between his fists and palms. Every blow made Bei Yi extremely painful.

He endured the pain and said, "Master, have you calmed down?"

"Come and have a fair fight with me." Han Ziyu was annoyed. He had been extremely smart since he was a child. He was able to compose poems and inscriptions at the age of five. He was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting at the age of nine. At the age of ten, he was ranked among all the disciples at Wangya Dian. The top three on the list... No one has ever dared to slight him so much, let alone be so careless when fighting with him.

Wu Ge came out from his palm and flew towards Bei Yi's chest.

Mo Chen flew to entangle with it, the weapons touched, a harsh sound sounded, and sparks flew everywhere.

Han Ziyu flew away, slapped Bei Yi on the shoulder, and then kicked Bei Yi on the chest.

The two fought fiercely in mid-air, and the sound of the explosion was deafening. The two even threw the artifact behind and started fighting with bare hands.

One black and one white fighting in the air.

Bei Yi put his hand around Han Ziyu's neck: "Master, do you want to kill your disciple so much? Every move is fatal."

Han Ziyu frowned, his eyebrows sharp, Wu Ge flew back to his hand from high altitude, he held Wu Ge tightly and stabbed backward fiercely.

Bei Yi let go of his hand and held Wu Ge's sword between his two fingers. He sneered twice: "I just asked you to give up your thoughts about Zhao Zhiruo. Is it so difficult? What do you think of me?"

"You and I are master and disciple, how can we talk about affection?"

"Fart, what are you master and disciple? When I call you master, it's just a title, but it's not just in my heart."

"Stop talking!!" Han Ziyu roared, Wu Ge trembled twice and flew straight towards Bei Yi.

Mo Chen shook the blood that was hidden in Bei Yi, and Wu Ge went straight into his chest.

The next moment, he pulled out the sword, blood dripping down the blade.

"You hate me so much? Do you want to sever ties with me? Are you willing to kill me?" Bei Yiyun said softly, but his heart was as sharp as a knife. His fingertips were trembling with disbelief in his eyes.

Han Ziyu withdrew Wu Ge and stood in mid-air. The cold wind blew his clothes and hair, and he turned around and flew down into the sky.

Bei Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked unruly and indulgent, with possessiveness and unwillingness in his eyes. Then he suddenly swooped down, quickly grabbed Han Ziyu, and then moved towards the darkness with his sword.

Han Ziyu broke away from his embrace: "What are you doing?"

"Come with me."

"roll."

Han Ziyu descended to the entrance of the village, followed closely by Bei Yi.

"Don't follow me."

"Master, be obedient and follow me, we"

"Stop talking and get out immediately!!"

Bei Yi raised his hand, and the evil spirit in his palm headed towards the village. Nearly a hundred people were chased by the evil spirit.

"Bei Yi!" Han Ziyu walked up to the villagers in panic, Wu Ge pointed at Bei Yi, "Don't touch them, have you completely forgotten what I taught you about righteousness in the world and supporting justice?"