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

Bei Yi pushed himself up and sat up, feeling dizzy for a while. He looked at the furnishings in front of him. All the utensils were made of glass, the four walls and the ground were made of ice crystals, and even the bed was made of jade.

Where is this?

Bei Yi tried calling twice: "Master, Master."

No one responded.

He held on to the wall and walked inside: "Master~"

Suddenly hearing the noise outside, Bei Yi frowned. Where was this place? Just when he was about to open the door, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Bei Yi, let's go quickly." Xi Qing said hurriedly.

"Where's Master?"

"Master and those people started fighting."

beat? How could Master get into a fight with those people?

Bei Yi hurriedly rushed out of the room. The moment he opened the door, dazzling light came in. After a moment of adaptation, groups of crystals in the courtyard came into view.

Where is this?

Before he could react, someone rushed towards Bei Yi with a sword.

At the critical moment, Xi Qing grabbed Bei Yi's arm and pulled him to his side. The man wielding the sword didn't have time to react and rushed to the wall, hitting his head and bleeding.

A gust of wind blew, and the golden light hurt Bei Yi's eyes. He squinted and looked towards the shining place.

I saw a dozen trees in the courtyard covered with gold ingots.

People rushed towards the tree.

Han Ziyu cast a spell to block those greedy people: "Quickly retreat."

Those people, like mad dogs, rushed towards Han Ziyu without reason.

At the critical moment, Bei Yi held Mo Chen in his hand, broke away the formation with a sword, pulled Han Ziyu and flew to Xi Qing's side.

Han Ziyu looked unhappy: "What are you doing!"

"Master, stop doing useless work. They are going to kill you. Why are you still thinking about saving them?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man who climbed up the giant tree to pick up the gold ingot seemed to have lost his soul. He kept laughing foolishly and kept chanting: "Get rich, get rich."

Han Ziyu: "The air here is full of poison. The medicine can make them lose their minds. Your senior sister has given us the antidote before. There is not much antidote, just enough for you and me."

Bei Yi stood in front of Han Ziyu, he was afraid that someone would rush to hurt him.

Xi Qing: "Master, where exactly is this place?"

Han Ziyu shook his head: "I don't know."

Xi Qing cursed: "What a ghost place. I can't leave. I don't know how I came to this ghost place inexplicably. Yesterday I was guarding the top of the cliff, and I suddenly came here in the blink of an eye. This is too weird."

They got separated when they arrived here, and none of the disciples at Wangya Dian knew where they had gone.

The disciples in this courtyard don't look like they are from this era.

Several people felt strange.

Bei Yi grabbed a female cultivator who was still sane and channeled spiritual power to her.

The female cultivator blinked, suddenly excited, her eyes flashed when she saw Bei Yi: "So handsome..."

Bei Yi tapped her forehead, and her pupils gradually shrank to normal size, and then her whole body felt like it was struck by lightning: "Where is this? Master?"

Bei Yi: "Master? Girl, where did you come from?"

"No, you are not Master! Yueshang Peak. I am from Yueshang Peak, what about you?"

Hearing the words Yueshang Peak, Bei Yi was startled. Didn't those people exist more than seventy years ago? How could they appear here? Didn't the old man named Yang say that all his classmates were dead?

"Looking down at the top of the cliff."

The woman immediately stepped forward and snatched the gold ingot from a man, threw it to the ground, and then cast a spell to trap the man. She was as light as a swallow, and she knocked out more than 20 crazy people in just a few moments.

"Where is this place?"

When Bei Yi looked at the person in front of him, it didn't seem like an illusion.

"I don't know." After Bei Yi said this, he immediately came to Han Ziyu's side, "Master, summon Han Wuchou."

Han Wuchou lived in seclusion because of his marriage, so he only came to Wangya Dian once a year to visit Han Ziyu.

Han Ziyu: "I can't summon you. This place doesn't belong to the human world."

Bei Yi thought for a long time, this place is not the human world, the underworld, or the demon world, so where is it and where have their fellow disciples gone.

Soon Wang Ruonan and Zhao Zhiruo arrived: "Master, some people are coming here."

Bei Yi glanced at his senior sister and wondered why she had lost so much weight in the few days she spent in seclusion refining the antidote.

When the woman saw the jade pendant Wang Ruonan was wearing, she frowned: "You, what's your relationship with Yang Shu?"

Wang Ruonan remembered that this small jade pendant was a birthday gift given to her by Uncle Yang when she was a child: "A gift from Uncle Yang."

The woman was surprised: "Uncle Yang, why do you call him uncle when you are similar in age to him? What is his relationship with you?"

"Uncle Yang is an old friend of my parents." Wang Ruonan said.

The woman pursed her lips: "Where did the Uncle Yang you mentioned go?"

"died."

"How could it be possible? It's impossible. He can't die. It's impossible."

"He was over 80 years old when he died and was a guest in my home."

The woman shook her head. She didn't believe it. She raised her sword and pointed at Wang Ruonan: "Call him out. Don't lie to me again. How can he be more than eighty years old? He is only twenty-four years old now."

Bei Yi remembered that Mr. Yang said that he had a romantic relationship with his junior sister more than seventy years ago. Could it be that this was Mr. Yang's junior sister? But his junior sister and other members of the same sect were all dead, so how could they appear here.

The woman put away the sword in her hand and stared at Bei Yi for a long time: "Why do you look so similar to Master?"

Bei Yi was surprised and pointed at himself: "You mean me?"

Woman: "Who are you, Master? And where is that bitch? Cheng Mingwu, where is that bitch? I want to kill him."

Bei Yi didn't expect Mr. Yang's junior sister to be so aggressive, and her words were simply unbearable.

What is incredible is that the woman just started to curse Cheng Mingwu, but in the blink of an eye she and the irrational disciples all disappeared in the wind.

Dust fell in the wind, and Wang Ruonan immediately cast a spell to block the dust: "Hold your breath, this dust is poisonous."

But it was too late, Bei Yi had already breathed it into his lungs.

He looked at Han Ziyu in front of him and smiled from ear to ear.

Han Ziyu pulled Bei Yi behind him, holding his sword and cutting off the money trees in the courtyard one by one.

But those who had inhaled the dust rushed to the broken trees, tearing each other apart like mad dogs, fighting for the gold ingots.

There were also some women standing there in a daze, crying and laughing, mumbling why they left me.

The only person who showed no symptoms after inhaling the dust was Zhao Zhiruo who came in a hurry.

Even Little Apple shouted in a daze: "Master, I know that my disciple is wrong."

Zhao Zhiruo walked up to Little Apple soberly: "Close your eyes and calm down."

Little Apple hugged Zhao Zhiruo's arm: "Master, when will Little Apple grow up? I want to be your wife."

Zhao Zhiruo stood up in a hurry. Little Apple was only eight years old, how could he understand the relationship between men and women: "If you don't learn well at a young age, I will punish you when I get back to the top of Wangya."

"Brother Xuan'er, tell him that he will ask my mother-in-law to marry me in the future, but I, I don't like brother Xuan'er. I want to be with the master, and be with the master forever. Master, wait until the little apple grows. Okay, okay, when I get my haircut, I will tell my mother-in-law that I want to marry Master. I will be nine years old soon, and I will get my haircut in five years. Master, don’t drive me away."