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

It was late at night, and Bei Yi spread a quilt on the ground: "Go to sleep, Master, I'll sleep underneath."

Suddenly, I remembered that I was punished in Si Guangtang many years ago. It was very cold at night, and when I woke up, I had an extra quilt on my body.

Bei Yi turned around and looked at the person on the bed. Through the moonlight, he could clearly see his chest rising and falling with his breathing: "Master, are you asleep?"

"Ok?"

"I was thinking about the quilt five years ago."

"Don't make any noise and go to bed quickly."

Bei Yi lay on his side and stared at his side face for a long time. Han Ziyu's appearance was definitely one of the best in the world of immortality. He had a cold temperament all over his body, just like the mountain snow lotus, which made people dare not approach him. . The nose is high, there is a pool of ice hidden between the eyebrows, and the lips are very thin.

His frail body contains endless strength. His white clothes outline his strong and thin waist, and his long hair is flowing.

Bei Yi looked down. He still liked to look at Han Ziyu's legs. They were very strong, the muscles were very beautiful, and the skin was not too fair, but it fascinated him.

The person on the bed suddenly turned over and looked: "Beiyi, us"

Bei Yi listened with his ears pricked up.

"Let's stop here."

Bei Yi's heart suddenly stagnated. The pain from the past rolled in like a wave. Suddenly, he felt like his breathing was not smooth, as if he was struck by five thunders, and his heart felt as if countless iron needles had been pierced through it.

The torture he endured in Wanyueqin's ice pool didn't seem to hurt at this moment.

"That's it?" Bei Yi said to himself.

Han Ziyu looked at the young man on the ground through the moonlight: "Just pretend that all this never happened, and you and I will forget about this."

"Have you forgotten about this?" Bei Yi's hands tightly grasped the quilt.

"You and I shouldn't be like this."

Bei Yi suddenly sat up: "Master, it's the disciple's fault. It's all the disciple's fault. I won't force you to do anything in the future. If you want to look back at the top of the cliff, we will go back now."

"Bei Yi, do you understand what I'm talking about?"

"Master." Bei Yi cast a spell to light the candle, and he showed a pleading look in his eyes, "This disciple is not evil, the incident in the village was just to get you to leave with me."

Han Ziyu's face was expressionless. He turned over and looked out the window: "Stop pretending to be stupid. You and I shouldn't be like this."

Bei Yi laughed coldly, the laughter filled the whole room, and the candlelight swayed wildly.

Bei Yi stood up suddenly, threw himself on the bed, and pressed firmly on Han Ziyu. He frowned: "It's okay if you want me to let you go. You can stay in Hushan Town with me for this month, eat, live, and sleep with me." , but also”

Han Ziyu slapped him in the face and pushed the person on him away with all his strength: "Shut up, it's impossible."

"Disciple will never let go. Master, please give up." Bei Yi leaned away again.

Han Ziyu looked ugly. He pushed the man on top of him, but he couldn't push him. "Get out of here, now!"

Bei Yi let go of the two arms that supported his body, and the weight of his whole body pressed on Han Ziyu, and their breaths met in their breaths.

"Don't get out."

"roll."

"Don't get out."

Before the blue light exploded, Bei Yi grabbed Li Xuan, who had just exposed half of him: "Master always likes to use Li Xuan to hit me. Do you have a habit of doing this? If so, then the disciple will cooperate obediently." Master."

Han Ziyu's face turned red with anger.

"Master, please don't be angry, okay? It's all the disciple's fault. The disciple deserves death. You can hit the disciple. The disciple will never fight back."

Han Ziyu looked at the young man in front of him. After not seeing him for just a few months, he seemed to be a different person, with an unstable temperament.

The moonlight inside the house gradually faded, and the candlelight gradually dimmed.

"Go down."

"No, it's cold down there."

"What do you want to do? Are you still sleeping?"

Bei Yi stared at Han Ziyu with his big innocent eyes for a long time. He lay on Han Ziyu's body aggrievedly and said close to his ear: "Disciple has been so wronged these years. Everyone shouts about beating and killing. We are all disciples." Is it wrong? Why are there people everywhere who want to take the lives of disciples? Master, can you tell me what is right and what is wrong? You always say that everything in the world has a cause and must have a result. Whatever cause I sow will bear fruit. Such fruit?"

Han Ziyu stretched out her hand and touched his head: "It's not good to be a teacher."

"Master is very good. It's my disciple who didn't do well. I'm sorry Master." He knew that he would take the soft rather than the hard, and Bei Yi had made a good calculation in his heart.

At night, he got his wish and climbed into Han Ziyu's bed, smelling the faint fragrance of sandalwood and lotus leaves on his body. Soon he felt sleepy, and he gently teased his master's hair.

Memories of the past and present life flowed through his mind, and Bei Yi took a deep breath.

The night is getting darker, the wind is blowing, and the cicadas are screaming in the summer night.

Early the next morning, Fairy Hanguang was sitting on the swing swinging back and forth: "Hey, your swing doesn't look good. You should carve more flowers and plants."

Bei Yi glared at him: "That's not for you to sit on."

"If you don't want to sit down, why don't you sit down? Why are you so aggressive?" Han Wuchou curled his lips.

Before dawn, Bei Yi was busy here and there. He first made a swing, then repaired the house, patched the roof, made a new door, and then went down the mountain to buy some ingredients.

"Master, get up."

The person on the bed turned over and covered his head with the quilt.

"Master, breakfast is ready. Get up quickly."

Han Ziyu was very irritated. He flicked his fingers slightly and cast the sealing spell.

Bei Yi hesitated and couldn't speak. He sat aside and stared at the master's sleeping face for a long time.

Han Ziyu slowly woke up after sleeping until the sun rose high and the morning moisture was driven away by the sun.

Han Wuchou said sadly, "I'm so hungry."

Han Ziyu put on her outer robe: "Bei Yi."

"The disciple is here."

"Go to the market and buy some ice, then buy some watermelon, some plums, and some rice wine."

"Yes."

After buying the things back, Han Ziyu couldn't wait to pour some ice and started chewing them. The crunching sound shocked Bei Yi.

No wonder Han Ziyu in her previous life always had stomach upsets in the summer.

"Master, eating too much ice will cause stomach upset."

"Ice these watermelons." Han Ziyu put down the spoon and said.

Bei Yi had no choice but to walk out carrying two large buckets of ice and watermelon.

He dug a deep cellar in the backyard and brought in mountain water. The temperature of the mountain water was lower, and the mountain water covered the surrounding area to ensure the coldness in the cellar.

The mountain breeze was blowing, and Bei Yi was sweating all over. He took off his shirt and continued to work.

After finishing everything and carrying his coat back to the house, Bei Yi pinched a piece of ice from Han Ziyu's bowl and stuffed it into his mouth: "It feels so good."

Han Wuchou immediately turned his head away: "Tsk, tsk, this is to seduce Han."

Before he finished speaking, Han Wuchou immediately felt two pairs of terrifying eyes looking at him, and he immediately closed his mouth.

The injury on Bei Yi's side waist reached all the way to his hip. It was long and deep and looked like a snake coiled around his waist. The injury on his shoulder blade was still shocking. There was also a sword wound on his chest and some whip marks on his back.

But these marks still cannot cover up his sharp figure. There are drops of sweat on his eight-pack abs. Although there are twisted scars on his plump chest muscles and biceps, they do not lose his majesty at all. The standard inverted triangle figure and slightly slightly His dark skin color deepens his appeal, especially the deep muscle lines on his shoulders and neck that meet the clear-cut jawline, like a towering mountain peak reaching into the sky, with water droplets hanging on the jawline, and water drops dripping down. The next moment, my hormones exploded.