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

The two of them followed a few others and boarded a boat. Demon Lord held Han Ziyu's arm and smelled the light fragrance on his body, feeling the annoyance in his heart recede.

Thinking of the past life when he and Han Ziyu tortured each other in the Demon Palace, those unbearable pasts, and those pains were all caused by him. He was no better than the innocent young man in this life.

The Demon Lord raised the corners of his mouth helplessly and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

The two of them covered their eyes and could only hear the rustling of the wind. It seemed like it was raining, and the raindrops hit their faces and slid down the corners of their eyes.

The Demon Lord raised his hand and touched the rain on his face. He suddenly remembered a heavy rain in his previous life. The rain was unprecedentedly heavy. The floods near the top of the cliff flooded many villages.

The heavy rain made the eaves of the roof clang.

Han Ziyu sat in the pavilion and watched the rain.

"It's raining so heavily. Why don't you go back to the house quickly? Are you planning to catch the cold and pass it on to me?" Demon Lord was displeased.

Han Ziyu held Xuehu in her arms and watched blankly as the raindrops hit one after another, making small holes in the mud. The muddy muddy water splashed on the grass, and the delicate flowers were washed away by the rain, and the petals fluttered. In the muddy water, its fragrance and beauty no longer existed at that moment. The muddy water impacted its fragile beauty, destroying everything it pretended to be into pieces.

Seeing that he was silent, Demon Lord did not bring trouble to himself. He went back to the house with an umbrella. He sat in the house and looked at the distant mountains outside the window. It seemed that everything was as beautiful as it was many years ago. He didn't know why he was in this situation now. situation.

The heavy rain continued, and the water accumulated two feet high.

At dusk, the sky was dark, and the gloomy sky was so depressing that it made people feel sad.

Han Ziyu walked to the front yard alone holding an umbrella. He stood in the heavy rain. The strong wind and rain blew slantly on him, and half of his dark white clothes were wet.

A few lotus flowers in the lotus pond were withered, and their petals fell. A few flowers were originally in bud, but suddenly bloomed under the ravages of heavy rain.

The Demon Lord sat in the room, picked up a pen and ink and sketched his back.

He remembered that it rained heavily, and that Han Ziyu never said a word to him in those days in his previous life.

He sniffed the scent of Han Ziyu's body, a touch of lotus leaf and sandalwood, this was the scent that made him crazy.

But he was not so happy in his heart. There were differences between his past and present lives. He didn't know how to describe this difference.

He didn't know why he was thinking like this at the moment, even though he was still holding Han Ziyu's hand at this moment, and in front of him was Han Ziyu who loved her deeply, but it was different from his previous life.

He felt like a joke, having lost the one he loved and caused his tragic death, and he still wanted to do it all over again.

Can Han Ziyu still be Han Ziyu from the previous life?

"Han Ziyu, you know, I really miss you."

Han Ziyu let go of the hand he was holding: "Shut up."

"Zi Yu, I'm really sorry in my previous life."

Han Ziyu said nothing.

The boat sailed for a while, and the two of them felt that their consciousness gradually became blurred, and their memories became blurred. They seemed to be asleep, but they could still hear the sounds around them.

After another moment, all five senses were lost and he completely lost consciousness.

……

"Master, are you awake?"

Bei Yi opened his eyes and looked at the furnishings in front of him. This was a secluded place. He slowly sat up holding the head of the bed. Suddenly he remembered his master and immediately ran to the ice coffin.

"Master."

The eyes of the person in the ice coffin were closed, still lifeless.

Bei Yi's heart suddenly dropped to the bottom: "Master, wake up."

Su Qing came over and grabbed Bei Yi: "Master, the soul of the Immortal Lord has returned to the body, but he has been away from the body for too long and needs to rest for a long time."

"But why is he still not breathing?"

"The soul has been separated from the body for more than four years, and the Immortal Master also needs to rest for four years before he can wake up."

"Four years?" Bei Yi swayed, holding the ice coffin and touching Han Ziyu's cheek, "In four more years, I will be as big as Master, haha."

Looking back, Qu Qing fell to the ground with a bang, blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth, and gradually turned into a small snake.

"Purge, purge?"

Bei Yi tried to test his spiritual energy, but his demonic power was exhausted and his spiritual energy was seriously injured.

He turned to look at the still-burning Resurrection Grass. The fuel of the Resurrection Grass turned out to be purified blood essence.

Bei Yi put Qingqing into his space bag: "I can't help you. You didn't get any good results from following me in the past life and this life. Now you are seriously injured and comatose. It seems that there is no good reward for the people around me."

After cultivating for a few days, he cast a spell alone to dig out the master's inner energy, and then merged it into the master's body.

Now that he has no demonic aura, he can still be safe and sound without inner energy. But without Neiyuan, his current body cannot carry spiritual power, and this spiritual power is useless.

If he could win a fight with a low- to mid-level demon, but if he met a high-level demon, he would probably die with his current body and cultivation.

Bei Yi looked at the person in the ice coffin with relief. He couldn't protect his master for four years now, so he might as well send him to the top of Wangya, where there was plenty of spiritual power, and he might be able to revive his master as soon as possible.

Bei Yi had no choice but to put Han Ziyu into the space bag together, and was about to carry the sword, but without Nei Yuan's sword, he would not be able to hold on for half a stick of incense before he could not hold on.

So he went down the mountain and bought a carriage. He drove the carriage for several days and nights, and finally arrived at the foot of Wangya Peak.

At this time, the night is getting dark, and the defense on the top of Wangya has been opened. If you take the right path, you may be shot into a sieve by those arrows, and there is a defensive barrier here.

Just as Bei Yi was working hard and overcoming all difficulties, climbing up the cliff step by step, he suddenly heard a sound.

"Sir, please go back quickly. The master and his wife are already anxious."

"Go quickly, I won't go back."

Hearing Xi Qing's voice, Bei Yi immediately hid behind a tree. He wanted to hear what Xi Qing had done to make his mother angry. He even went to the top of the cliff in the middle of the night, where no birds pooped. .

"Sir, go back quickly."

"No return."

"My lord said that if you don't go back today, you won't have to go back in the future."

"What the hell, go back by yourself and tell the old man that she wants me to get married unless I die."

Xi Qing was furious.

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Yingfeng descended from the sky and stood in front of Xi Qing: "You must come back to me whether you die or not."

"If I don't go back, I won't marry her."

"It's not up to you."

"Dad, can you please stop forcing things on others? I have no feelings for her. How do you tell me to get married to her?"

"You treacherous son, I have to beat you to death today."

"Come on, beat me to death. Even if you beat me to death, I won't marry her."

Bei Yi secretly smiled. Time passed by in a blink of an eye, and they were no longer the young men who had just become apprentices at that time. They were fifteen or sixteen years old, like bubbles floating in the air, dazzling under the sun, but when the wind blows The bubbles burst instantly.

When I was fifteen or sixteen, my perception of emotions was like jumping from a tall building. I thought that death was waiting for me, but I never thought that I would fall into the soft clouds.

He still remembered that when he first met Xi Qing in this life, Xi Qing was holding a fan, followed by a boy, and arrogantly said that he would take his place as an inner disciple.