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

The cold wind blew in through the broken window at night, making Bei Yi shiver. After all, it was late autumn and the air-conditioning was pressing. He turned around and looked at the huddled person on the bed in the moonlight. He was so ruthless!

"Master, are you asleep?"

No one responded.

"Master, you haven't eaten for a day. Are you hungry?"

Han Ziyu opened her eyes: "I'm not hungry."

Bei Yi took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake wrapped in oil paper from his arms, stood up and walked to Han Ziyu: "Take a bite, we have to go on the road tomorrow. The noodles in this shop are too unpalatable, Master will definitely not be used to it."

"I don't eat sweets."

"It's not very sweet, it's very fragrant."

The young man's laughter rang in his ears. Han Ziyu sat up, and the moonlight shone on his white robe. Only then did Bei Yi see clearly that his robe was torn to pieces from the waist, and then turned to look at the man on the ground. A piece of rag, it looks like it has been humiliated. Especially the dissatisfaction and sorrow on his face now, which is probably the reason why he woke up angry. There was a little moisture in his eyes, and he felt even more broken under the cold moonlight.

Han Ziyu took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and took two bites, frowning.

Bei Yi stood on one side and watched his eating posture seriously. Somehow, as soon as he saw his appearance, he wanted to torture him severely, want him to be humble, make him cry, and make him crawl.

Bei Yi couldn't bear to look any further, turned his head in embarrassment and said, "Isn't it very sweet?"

"Yeah, not bad."

"The ancients said that sweets make people feel happy. Master, you can eat some sweets appropriately to relieve sorrow and relieve depression."

"Ah."

Bei Yi glanced at the thin quilt on the bed, picked up the quilt on the ground and covered Han Ziyu: "It's cold, this store is relatively shabby, please use more covers."

Han Ziyu was still chewing the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth, and watched blankly as his disciple carefully covered him with a quilt.

"What are you building?"

Bei Yi scratched his head and said with a smile: "Disciple is not sleepy, master, please sleep."

"Come up, you sleep inside." Han Ziyu looked at the young man in front of him innocently.

The flames that Bei Yi had just suppressed seemed to be reigniting, but it was really cold, so forget it and just sleep for the night.

He took off his shoes and lay on the inside, his nose filled with the faint scent of lotus and a hint of sandalwood. His thoughts had long drifted to his past life, and those unbearable pictures were cluttering in his mind, making his heart itch and his palms tingle. He was sweating, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if he was enduring something.

After a long time, Bei Yi suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't understand why he couldn't help but want to be nice to Han Ziyu and couldn't bear to see him suffer a little injustice. Maybe it was because this body was his disciple.

He shouldn't have cared for him so much with such hatred in his previous life. He was the one who killed Xiao Lin with his own hands. Bei Yi will never forget that sword that penetrated Xiao Lin's heart directly. He can't forget Han Ziyu's cold voice and his words. That aloof back, everything is so ridiculous.

Yes, there is Xiao Lin. He can no longer take detours, and can no longer indulge in such dirty bed affairs. The great revenge has not been avenged, and everything has not begun yet.

Han Ziyu listened to the boy's steady breathing and turned around, holding a short wooden sword in his hand. The wooden sword was engraved with portraits of four masters and apprentices, including him, Mu Yuan, Wang Ruonan and the original Bei Yi. Han Ziyu gently stroked the sword body.

He turned to look at Bei Yi aside and took a breath.

Late at night, the moonlight is bright and the cold wind blows outside the window.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Bei Yi mumbled and turned over, who was laughing so wildly in his ear.

"Hahaha."

The woman's silver bell-like laughter was quite strange in the middle of the night. Bei Yi suddenly opened his eyes. There was no one around him, and the bed was no longer warm. Where was the person?

"Who is the official looking for?"

Bei Yi followed the voice and looked over, only to see a woman in red sitting by the window. Her feet were as bare as jade. The moonlight shone on the side of the woman's face. Her face was as white as frost and matched with the red dress. She was as slender as jade. Zhizheng was playing with a ball of red thread, which was strung with stones of different sizes.

Damn it, what the hell is going on, is this a dream? Bei Yi pinched his thigh and thought it was really not a dream: "Who are you? Where is my master?"

As soon as the woman flew to his side, the smell of fragrant powder hit his face, making Bei Yi choke and cough.

The woman shook her sleeves, and the red sleeves brushed Bei Yi's face: "My lord, I'm tired."

Bei Yi pushed the woman beside him away and kept coughing.

There was impatience in the woman's eyes, and the red thread in her hand glowed strangely red under the moonlight. The stones on the red thread gradually separated from the red rope and coiled in the air, forming a magic circle.

And Bei Yi was in the center of the formation, with strange-shaped stones spinning around him. He felt light-headed and something seemed to be pulled out of his mind.

The woman's long nails scratched his clothes: "Guanren, is Yu'er beautiful?"

Several stones suddenly glowed, and Bei Yi's eyes became dim and lifeless: "Beautiful."

The woman took off her red robe, and her red bellyband and red underpants stuck to her frosty skin: "Master, come here."

Bei Yi held her thin belt with one hand and put it into his arms: "Master"

The woman smiled shyly: "I am the person you want at this moment."

"Master!" Bei Yi's eyes burned more and more intensely.

"Disciple."

With the words "disciple", Bei Yi went completely crazy, and he picked up the woman in front of him.

"boom--"

The door was opened by Li Xuan with a whip, and green light illuminated the room.

"Ah!" Wang Ruonan turned around immediately.

Mu Yuan immediately covered Wang Ruonan's eyes.

Han Ziyu threw Li Xuan away and directly rolled up Bei Yi on the bed. Li Xuan touched his body and the soul-obsessing spell was removed. Bei Yi looked at Han Ziyu in front of him in fear.

Han Ziyu's eyes were full of disbelief and disappointment: "Shameless, promiscuous, whoring, and cannot be educated!"

Li Xuan swung at him so hard that Bei Yi fell to the ground.

Han Ziyu didn't stop and hit him with several whips one after another.

Bei Yi's exposed upper body was covered with bloodstains, and his back was dripping with blood. Bei Yi endured the pain and said, "Master, this disciple has never committed adultery. It was her who cast the spell on this disciple."

The woman on the bed immediately wrapped her coat around her and knelt on the ground. With tears streaming down her face, she said with a trembling voice: "Taoist priest, Taoist priest, it's him, he's the one who forced me to do it. My little girl will never be saved. I'll never see her again." People."

Bei Yi only remembered that the woman cast a spell on him, held the woman's hand fiercely, but there was no red line, and tested her pulse. There was no trace of practice at all. Impossible, impossible!

Han Ziyu threw Li Xuan up, and Li Xuan slapped Bei Yi on the face. He covered his face with blood on his hand: "I have never been promiscuous!"

Li Xuan hit him one after another, causing blood to bleed from the corner of Bei Yi's mouth.

Xi Qing couldn't bear to watch anymore. Forget it, he asked for it, he deserved it!

"You ruined the woman Qingbai and put all the blame on the woman who has no strength to restrain the chicken. You should be beaten!"

Li Xuan was cast by Han Ziyu and the beating was even harder. Bei Yi lay on the ground, enduring the severe pain. His blood-stained eyes could not see the surrounding things clearly, but he could only see clearly Han Ziyu's indifferent expression. The emotionless eyes on his face were just like that in his previous life. It was really ridiculous.