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

"Master, I will protect you in this life." Bei Yi said solemnly. He looked at Han Ziyu's face. This face always overlapped with the pale face in the ice coffin, and his heart ached.

This feeling is like a long-term illness that has not been cured. The death date was set, but unexpected recovery occurred. But when it comes to rainy days, the pain will come back again and again.

No one understands the feeling of being lost and found better than him. He wishes he could hide his master and not allow him to escape from his sight. Now he has even developed a perverted possessiveness.

I want to lock the master in a secret room and just open a window for him. He will never be able to escape and no one will hurt him again.

In this way, we can be a couple for the rest of our lives

But the master is a clean and honest person, a person who is out of reach, a myth in the world of immortality, and should be admired by the world.

He wants Master to see all the beauty in the world, and once he comes to this world, he must make this trip worthwhile. He also wants Master to be famous all over the world...

Han Ziyu touched his head, as if comforting an orphan who had no candy to eat: "Don't be so crazy anymore, live a good life, and don't put yourself in danger again."

A layer of mist instantly accumulated in Bei Yi's eyes. What was covered under the mist was cherishment, love, and grievance.

After passing through the past life and coming to this life, he had never felt such hot love.

Master gave him the most precious love. This love had no impurities. It was just because the two hearts felt like they were dependent on each other and wanted to live together forever.

Bei Yi started to look into the distance.

Han Ziyu raised her hand and slowly wiped away the tears rolling from the corners of his eyes.

The fog is thick and the air conditioning is gradually receding.

Bei Yi grabbed Han Ziyu's other hand, and he squeezed it hard, as if he wanted to rub the master into his heart.

Han Ziyu raised their tightly clasped hands and placed them on his chest: "You are here."

At that moment, Bei Yi felt that the whistling wind beside his ears had stopped, and his head was buzzing, you are here, you are here!

After being stunned for a long time, the tears of regret and grievance in the corners of Bei Yi's eyes turned into tears of joy.

He smiled and hugged her into his arms: "Master, will I always be there?"

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Bei Yi bit his lip and tried not to cry, but the tears rolling down the corners of his eyes still betrayed his feelings.

Han Ziyu whispered against his ear: "You are already twenty-seven, why are you still crying as much as you were when you were a child?"

Bei Yi held back his tears: "I don't think there is any disciple, I am just happy."

Han Ziyu rubbed the scar on his wrist: "Fool."

When Bei Yi wanted to kiss Han Ziyu again, he pushed him away: "Be honest."

Bei Yi felt aggrieved: "Oh."

After a while, the air-conditioning completely subsided, the sky was filled with gentle spring breeze, and the thick fog dispersed.

Looking down, you can see the canals and water below, full of spring, mountains and terraces, which look like an ink painting.

Smoke rises from the villages in the distance, and a few kingfishers chirp in the willow trees on the shore.

After a while, a light rain came. The raindrops were as small as needles and fell into the lake. The willow trees on the shore welcomed the wash of the drizzle, twisting their waists and dancing on the shore, and a light mist filled the surroundings.

Bei Yi and Han Ziyu were walking on the stone bridge holding umbrellas, heading to a nearby restaurant to taste delicious food.

Xi Qing went on a boat parade with Su Qing.

The light rain entered the umbrella diagonally. Beiyi tilted the umbrella and was soaked in the drizzle.

Han Ziyu saw that his clothes were a little wet, so he wanted to use the bell cover.

Bei Yi: "Master, the scenery here is very beautiful. Listen to the bells in the distance."

Han Ziyu looked at his clothes and held the umbrella and tilted it toward him.

Bei Yi hugged Han Ziyu and said, "Okay, now no one can get wet."

Han Ziyu did not refuse.

The two continued walking. The scenery here was pleasant and picturesque. The melodious bells came from the mountains in the distance. The kingfisher shook its wings and shook off the rainwater on its body.

Bei Yi looked back to the other side of the mountain, where Longhua Mountain was. There was a temple on the mountain called Longhua Temple.

He went there with Han Ziyu in his previous life.

Zen Master Wu Shi in Longhua Temple once told him to return the "Lotus" to the lotus pond as soon as possible, but he refused to listen. He still held the "Lotus" tightly in his palm, and finally killed the "Lotus".

The previous life was like a big dream, but now my heart still trembles with pain when I think about it.

When I dream back at midnight, I always dream of the Demon Lord in black attire standing in a mountain of corpses. Looking back, everything is destroyed, and behind him is desolate.

He leaned over and picked up Han Ziyu, whose white clothes were stained red with blood, and walked step by step into the sea of ​​fire.

At dusk, the sunset glow in the sky seemed to have been swallowed up by a demon and then spat out, filled with blood and stench. A heavy fog spread between heaven and earth, and the waves of fire were extinguished.

The dusk sunlight pulled at his shadow, seeming to pull it into the underworld.

The lifeless Han Ziyu was so broken in his arms.

The Demon Lord gushed out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the person in his arms with a wry smile and vomited blood again and again.

The darkness came so quickly that it swallowed up the sunset in one gulp. All the light between heaven and earth was swallowed up, and endless darkness enveloped it.

The Demon Lord suddenly fell to his knees, then staggered to his feet, hugged the person in his arms tightly and walked towards the end of the darkness.

Bei Yi felt a sharp pain in his heart. He looked at the person beside him intently. None of this was fake. The master was real, and being with him was real.

How lucky he is, now that he has a beautiful woman in his arms, his past and present lives have finally yielded good results.

Just as the master and apprentice were walking towards the nearby market, some questioning eyes looked over.

Bei Yi let go of his master's hand. He was afraid that others would look at him strangely.

Han Ziyu held his hand: "You're backing down now? How will you face the entire world of immortality in the future?"

Hearing this, Bei Yi's heart exploded. Is Master planning to make their relationship public to the entire world of immortality?

Bei Yi said anxiously: "Of course I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid that I'll drag you down. I'm notorious, so I don't want to implicate the master. I originally just wanted to be with the master silently, without anyone knowing..."

Bei Yi's voice was as low as a mosquito, but every word still fell into Han Ziyu's ears.

Han Ziyu held his hand tightly: "Bei Yi, I am your master."

"I know, so I don't want to"

"Although I am your master, I am also the person you will walk hand in hand with from now on."

"I know."

"I don't care about your reputation, so why are you so restrained? When the time comes, I will tell everyone about you and me."

Bei Yi knew how much gossip his master would suffer after telling the world.

The relationship between master and apprentice is a taboo, and he is still a bad person being hunted by the world of immortality.

"Master, I don't want to drag you in."

"Shut up, I want to be honest, not sneaky."

Bei Yi hummed, and he vowed to become stronger as soon as possible, clear his name, and better protect his master in the future.

In the past, he had demonic aura, and under the influence of the demonic aura, he killed many people.

But those people are not good people, they are evil people who want to murder the master and him.