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

Bei Yi knew that his ability to wake up now depended on Han Ziyu's protection.

"Master."

Bei Yi called out softly. This was the first time he called him master seriously.

"What's the matter?"

Bei Yi smiled extremely obscenely: "Master still liked the mushrooms I made last time. How about I make two more mushrooms today to give to Master as a disciple ceremony?"

Han Ziyu glanced at him twice, stood up suddenly and coughed twice: "Take good care of your injuries, and follow me down the mountain next month to practice."

Bei Yi covered his chest and coughed violently. He held his throat and said softly: "Master, disciple, I feel really uncomfortable. I want to stay with you for a month, but, is that okay?"

Han Ziyu stood with his hands behind his hands and cleared his throat: "Yes."

Bei Yi was overjoyed. He didn't expect it to be done so quickly. Living here would be a good opportunity, and he might be able to dig out some clues.

"Clean the house, wash the robes, trim the trees in the backyard, pull out the grass, and there is a pile of unmarked test questions on the desk."

The man turned around and left without looking back.

Bei Yi was about to vomit out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, he was a wounded person. This was too cruel. When he lowered his head and looked at himself, he was bare-chested and covered with bandages. When he opened the quilt, he realized that he was not wearing any clothes. I choked. After a while, who took off the clothes and bandaged the injury? Could it be Han Ziyu.

I'm so excited. I've done all the things I should have done in my previous life, so why not just take off my clothes?

Bei Yi rubbed his hands and played a little tune. He grinned in pain when he moved his arms. Hey, Han Ziyu, I almost died just to become your disciple. My soul drifted to the underworld, and you still let me do it. Heaps of work, there is really no conscience at all.

Bei Yi thought for a while and thought that he could not touch Han Ziyu for the time being. With such a useless body, he was just seeking death. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years. When Xiao Lin came out of seclusion, he would kill Han Ziyu first and then leave here to protect him. Xiao Lin is comprehensive in his life.

Bei Yi lay in bed for another two days. Fortunately, Wang Ruonan came to deliver medicine every day. His injury recovered quickly. Although it was only a flesh injury, it still left scars.

Scar. In that dream, there was a terrifying scar on Han Ziyu's face. Bei Yi's heart froze. That dream couldn't be true. In his previous life, he was busy killing ten sects, so how could he spend so much effort to give it to him? He built a lotus pond.

Although it was only slightly different from his memory, Bei Yi still refused to admit that the dream was real.

Han Ziyu had gone somewhere in the past few days. Bei Yi stayed in his Baishui Palace day and night but no one was seen. After another two days, the injury finally healed.

"I'm alive." Bei Yi stretched out, thinking that Han Ziyu seemed to be back late last night, so he knocked on Han Ziyu's door.

"Master, do you want to wash your clothes?"

Han Ziyu turned over and continued sleeping, with most of the quilt falling off.

"Master, how many trees are pruned in this backyard?"

Han Ziyu pulled up the quilt and covered her head.

"Master, how do you correct the test questions on the case sheet?"

The person on the bed turned over suddenly, frowned, and snorted.

"Master, what do you have for breakfast?"

The person on the bed kicked off the quilt, stood up suddenly, and the door was opened.

Bei Yi saw him standing in front of him sleepily. He wanted to laugh but couldn't. He said with a serious face: "Master, are you awake?"

Han Ziyu turned around and walked into the house and hugged a pile of clothes and bedding: "Wash them clean."

Bei Yi smelled the strong smell of alcohol. When did Han Ziyu learn to drink all day long: "By the way, Master, a hangover is harmful to your body. How about I cook you a bowl of hangover soup?"

"No need."

Han Ziyu slammed the door shut.

"Master, what do you have for breakfast?" Bei Yi shouted at the door holding a pile of quilts.

The people in the room were obviously impatient, and a spell came flying to be printed on Bei Yi's mouth. Bei Yi was so angry that he was petty and petty. He dared to put a sealing spell on me. Let's see how I can deal with you in the future if I learn this trick.

Finally there was no noise, and Han Ziyu was no longer sleepy. Before the rooster crowed, Tian Tian Wei Wei Liang was woken up, and everyone was furious.

Bei Yi carried the pile of clothes to the backyard, carried a bucket to catch the water, and beat the clothes with a mallet.

Wang Ruonan was carrying a teapot to deliver tea to Han Ziyu. As soon as she entered Baishui Palace, she heard a banging sound. When she walked to the backyard and saw his appearance, she burst into laughter: "Ayi, you and these clothes have something to do with each other." How much hatred and hate, I can hear you beating the drum here from afar."

Bei Yi then lowered his hands and started washing slowly, and smoothed his sleeves again: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Wang Ruonan laughed completely crazy: "You were silenced and made Master angry again? Haha, you wash up first, I'm going to find Master."

Bei Yi looked resentful and didn't know how to help him.

It took him a whole morning to wash the pile of clothes and bedding.

The afternoon clerkship class was boring and boring. He sat at the wooden table and looked at the birds flying in the distance from time to time. From time to time he took some fruit from his pocket to eat, and held his chin in a daze.

Han Ziyu walked up to him and Li Xuan threw him out. Bei Yi was so frightened that he immediately sat up straight and didn't dare to breathe.

The other disciples looked over one after another, each with a look of fear on their faces, for fear of being slapped by Li Xuan.

When the hall finally ended, Bei Yi yawned.

Xi Qing came over and took the document signed by Bei Yi on the day he accepted the new letter: "Someone boasts about winning Haikou. If he loses, he will call him daddy."

Bei Yi tore the document into pieces, (I defeated you that day, so you should call me daddy, too), and couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Wang Ruonan was so happy from behind that she couldn't stop.

Xi Qing banged the fan in his hand: "I didn't expect you to be so shameless."

(If I could fucking talk, I would force you to call me daddy today.)

Mu Yuan came over and said, "Xiao Qi, don't follow them and cause trouble. It's just you two brats. Go ahead and make trouble and don't lead your senior sister into trouble."

Xi Qing shook his fan: "It's okay if you don't call me dad. I'll make a high-level spiritual weapon again today."

Bei Yi snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Wang Ruonan said to Xi Qing: "Ayi was cast a sealing curse by his master."

Xi Qing: "..." If this person really doesn't cause trouble for a day, it's not him. "I'll let you go today, huh." After saying that, he waved his sleeves and left.

Bei Yi was pruning the trees in the backyard of Baishui Palace. The tree grew completely wild and had too many branches. What was Leng Ziyu doing all day? The grass in the backyard grew faster than five The child is taller.

After pruning the trees, he still had to pull the weeds. Fortunately, he was strong, otherwise he would have been exhausted from just one day of such busy work.

After finishing my work, I went to the dining hall and grabbed a bowl of tofu pudding and brought it to Baishui Palace.

No one answered the knock on the door, so Bei Yi pushed in directly. This man could really sleep, what was the difference between him and a pig.

Bei Yi stood aside and stared at the person on the bed. Sunlight poured in through the window. Bei Yi pulled the thin quilt on the side and bent down to look down at him. From this angle, he could clearly see the down on his face, which was long and The curly eyelashes leave a shadow under the eyes, and the thin lips are red and shiny.

Bei Yi swallowed, and a grunt woke up Han Ziyu on the bed.

Han Ziyu looked at Bei Yi with a look of resentment. He didn't live in the outer courtyard, so why did he come in again? His eyes were cold and his brows were furrowed: "What's the matter?"