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

At the critical moment, the Demon Lord in the body struggled to take over the body.

The two started fighting.

"Don't touch him."

"Master is mine from the beginning."

"You bastard, if you touch him again, I will kill you."

"Sorry, I've moved it several times."

Originally, their souls would never meet again, but today, because the Demon Lord couldn't stand the excitement, he was unwilling to be sealed again.

The two of them fought to the death, and their souls were about to leave their bodies at one point.

When the Ecstasy incense burned out, the two men had not stopped fighting.

The person on the bed woke up slowly. He had a splitting headache and his body was a little hot. When he saw Bei Yi on the ground in pain, Han Ziyu's consciousness became clearer.

"Bei Yi?"

"You don't even recognize me anymore?" Demon Lord stared at Han Ziyu fiercely, stood up suddenly, and grabbed Han Ziyu's arm, "I said that I will come to you again tonight, and I want you to be good. Wait for me, you might as well light the Ecstasy incense yourself, you can’t wait to have sex with your little disciple.”

Han Ziyu slapped him in the face: "Shut up!"

The Demon Lord licked the bleeding corners of his mouth, and then grabbed Han Ziyu's arm: "He can touch you, why can't I?"

"Stop being crazy!" Han Ziyu shook off the Demon Lord's arm.

Unexpectedly, he threw the Demon Lord to the bedside, and there was a thud, and the Demon Lord's head hit the end of the bed.

Han Ziyu hurriedly stepped forward to pull up the demon king, but unexpectedly the man was knocked unconscious.

"Hey, wake up." Han Ziyu touched his pulse. His pulse was disordered and his breath was unstable.

Han Ziyu helped him to the bed, and the Demon Lord woke up as soon as his body touched the bed.

"Master, Master?" Bei Yi rubbed his eyes, "He didn't bully you, right Master?"

Han Ziyu looked at Bei Yi in front of him with confusion. He was a little stunned, not knowing whether it was the Demon Lord or Bei Yi in front of him.

After all, he was deceived by Demon Lord in Hushan Town by pretending to be Bei Yi.

"Master?" Bei Yi leaned closer, "Master, don't worry, the Demon Lord will not be able to occupy this body in the near future."

Bei Yi smiled and leaned forward again, and kissed Han Ziyu's lips gently.

Now he is in his prime, and the fragrance of Ecstasy still fills the room. Bei Yi has long wanted to spend a spring night with him, and now is the right time.

Han Ziyu was stunned by his kiss, and then pushed Bei Yi away: "It's late at night, go to bed early."

"Master~" Bei Yi's chin rested on Han Ziyu's shoulder, and he called slowly and lazily into Han Ziyu's ear.

"Master~"

"Master~"

Han Ziyu's face turned red instantly.

Bei Yi held his face and looked at him for a long time.

Bei Yi swallowed his saliva and then kissed him.

He sucked Han Ziyu's lips, and his thin lips were red and swollen from his sucking.

After a while, Bei Yi slowly stretched out his tongue to pry his teeth, broke into his mouth, and entangled with his tongue.

Bei Yi sucked his tongue and brought it into his mouth, then bit it gently.

Bei Yi didn't end the kiss until the person in his arms was almost out of breath.

Master's face is already red...

Bei Yi licked the corner of his lips and continued to kiss. Han Ziyu also tried his best to respond to his kiss. The two of them kissed inseparably.

Han Ziyu's hands slowly untied Bei Yi's belt, and then...his clothes.

"Master, Master~"

Han Ziyu felt uncomfortable all over when he called her.

"We are master and apprentice, right?"

Han Ziyu bit his lip in one bite, and bit it hard twice. Only when the taste of blood was in his mouth, Han Ziyu let go of his mouth without saying anything: "Stop talking."

"Master, my good master, do you want me to...? Do you want me to...?"

Han Ziyu was so excited by his flirtatious words that she twisted her body and took off her clothes.

"Beiyi~"

"Call me husband."

"Husband~"

Bei Yi was delighted. It seemed that the Ecstasy Incense had worked. After Han Ziyu moved..., Bei Yi lit a few more Ecstasy Incense, but he secretly took the antidote. He wanted to watch the Master... look.

After waiting for the clothes..., Bei Yi slowly moved up.

The two bodies... were stuck together. Bei Yi kissed his forehead and rubbed his hair with his hands: "Zi Yu, I love you, I'm sorry."

Han Ziyu had lost consciousness under the influence of the Ecstasy Incense. He could only hear the people around him calling his name.

"look at me."

Han Ziyu looked at the man in front of her with blurred eyes.

"I'm not him, Zi Yu." Demon Lord's eyes were slightly hurt. He bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground and put them on Han Ziyu, "I'm not him, please put on your clothes."

The Demon Lord was in a bad mood in the middle of the performance. He saw Han Ziyu taking the initiative tonight. He had shared the same bed with him for nearly four years in his previous life, but he had never seen Han Ziyu take such initiative.

In those years on the bed, Han Ziyu was like a dead fish, refusing to move.

Only when he was so cruel to him that he was covered in scars and the pain was so painful that he felt like he was suffocating, would he say, "It hurts."

He would just close his eyes tightly the whole time, refusing to give himself a look.

Thinking of this, Demon Lord's heart ached.

But he couldn't blame Han Ziyu.

He understood the truth about his previous life. He had betrayed Zi Yu. In his previous life, he had promised to grow old with him, never betray him in his life, and not hurt him in the slightest. In the end, he imprisoned him, tortured him, and even caused him to die tragically in front of his eyes...

The Demon Lord slowly gathered Han Ziyu's clothes, and then fed him a tranquilizer.

He hugged Han Ziyu and placed her on the bed: "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"

Han Ziyu was already drowsy due to the effect of the tranquilizer.

The Demon Lord was lying on the outside of the bed, leaning against Han Ziyu's cheek, tears pouring out of the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.

The images of his past life kept impacting his brain. Han Ziyu, dressed in white, sat in the backyard holding a snow fox for the whole day.

Sometimes when it snowed heavily, he would still sit in the pavilion wearing single clothes and sit there all afternoon.

He was filled with loneliness and loneliness, like a porcelain bottle that could break at any time, but he persisted without knowing why.

He was originally a myth in the world of cultivating immortals. He was originally the famous Hanguang Immortal, but his inner essence was destroyed and his cultivation was abolished. He was imprisoned in the Demon Lord's backyard, became the Demon Lord's wife, and suffered all the Demon Lord's tortures day and night. torture and humiliation.

There was no one around him, and all the maids who had seen his true appearance were killed by the Demon King's rod. From then on, all servants could only enter the house to clean when Han Ziyu came to the backyard to see the scenery.

Several times when some maids were doing laundry, they wondered why the lady was wearing men's underpants.

As soon as he said this, he died unexpectedly in the back mountain the next day.

From then on, all Han Ziyu's clothes were washed by the Demon Lord himself.

No one knows that the Demon King's wife is a man, and no one has seen his appearance.

The Demon Lord protects him very well. Whenever other people are around, the Demon Lord will personally put on a bamboo hat for Han Ziyu.