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

Late at night, the city was filled with black smoke, and the smoke drifted in through the gaps in the doors and windows.

Bei Yi remembered what his senior sister said: "A Yi, this city is called delusion. Remember to take the pill late at night and cover your mouth and nose. Once you inhale the black smoke, you will be blinded by your own obsession."

Bei Yi took the pill and fed another one to the master.

The misty black smoke floated along the crack in the door to Bei Yi, changing shapes in front of his forehead, testing whether this person was still breathing.

Bei Yi held his breath and squinted at the strange black gas in front of him. This gas was obviously conscious.

It worked hard to get into Bei Yi's nose, and Bei Yi immediately covered his mouth and nose.

The black mist immediately fled away, and Bei Yi struggled to catch it. He was so frightened that all the black mist entered Han Ziyu's nasal cavity.

Bei Yi immediately called out Li Xuan, and then cast a spell to light a talisman. As a talisman was formed, Bei Yi had entered Han Ziyu's state of mind.

"I'm sorry, Master. I don't want to pry into your state of mind. I just want to pull out the black mist." Bei Yi muttered. It seemed that he was very reluctant, but there was a smile on his face.

The moment Bei Yi entered his state of mind, everything he looked around was filled with ice and snow. After walking for a few minutes, he was shivering from the cold.

Bei Yi gathered his clothes, wondering why the master had such a scene in his mind.

A blizzard hit, and a strong wind swept Bei Yi up. Bei Yi struggled to hold on to a dead tree.

There is a line of words engraved on the tree. The font has been stretched by the growth of the trees and is no longer legible, but a few words can still be seen: "Can't like, Bei Yi."

Bei Yi was suspicious, how could the master carve these words? Could it be that the master knew the truth about his past life and no longer liked him.

Bei Yi was filled with anxiety. The moment he relaxed, the strong wind directly swept him into the sky.

After the wind died down, he fell suddenly.

"Ah!" Bei Yi fell into the snow with a thud.

He looked up and saw a lotus pond.

There is a lotus growing in the lotus pond, and the lotus is in bud.

Bei Yi rubbed his frozen fingers and slowly moved towards the lotus to touch it.

Lianhua dodged his touch. Bei Yi frowned and reached out to touch her again. Lianhua dodged again.

Bei Yi wondered, could this lotus still have spiritual consciousness?

Just when he was confused, he saw Han Ziyu sitting in the snow drinking alone.

The master was dressed in dark clothes and a black cloak. His hair was tied up high. The cold wind blew his hair, and his back looked slightly lonely.

Master rarely wears dark clothes, mostly white or silver, and cyan.

Bei Yi approached Han Ziyu. In other people's state of mind, others could not see him.

Bei Yi stood beside him and looked at him.

Han Ziyu held the bottle and drank a few more sips.

"Do black clothes look so good?" Han Ziyu murmured to himself, and then drew Bei Yi's face on the paper.

Bei Yi looked at the master. The master should have been sealed in the ice coffin for three years after returning from the underworld.

In order to repair the master's soul during those years, the master's soul was sealed in his mind to recuperate.

He didn't expect that Master would live so lonely in those few years.

"Do black clothes look so good? Everything is black all day long." Han Ziyu thought of Bei Yi and sat at the table in a daze.

He turned around and walked into a wooden house. The wooden house was exactly the same as the wooden house in Hushan Town. After sitting down, he was in a daze for a while, then picked up a few books and started reading.

Bei Yi didn't know what the master was thinking at this time. He remembered that the master had been avoiding him all those years.

He expressed his feelings to his master many times, and the response he received was that you and I are master and disciple, and we must not exceed the rules.

Master rejected him many times at that time, and he expressed his affection for Master openly and secretly.

Bei Yi approached and saw the master slowly writing four words on the paper: "Do not exceed the rules."

Then the master picked up a piece of drawing paper and sketched the figures of the two people on it.

Bei Yi looked at the painting, which showed the two of them looking at the valley on top of the cliff, filled with stars and Kongming lanterns.

He remembered that it was during the Chinese New Year, not long after Master had just left seclusion.

Bei Yi's heart was shocked. The master was probably already deeply in love at that time, but due to the status of master and disciple, he warned himself not to be emotional.

Even in order to draw a clear line, when he was imprisoned in the Demon Locking Tower, he arranged for Zhao Zhiruo to be by his side and even let him live in the side hall of Baishui Palace, in order to get out of trouble.

Bei Yi thought about the past, and found that he was not the only one who suppressed his feelings, but also his master.

He saw his master standing there in a daze for half an hour. Snow fell on him, but he didn't move at all.

Then the master built a snowman by himself. He cast a spell and wrote the word "Bei Yi" in front of the snowman. Then he sat in the snow, balled up the snow and started to smash it on the snowman.

Bei Yi looked on and laughed.

"What good can a simple mind and well-developed limbs do?" Han Ziyu thought casually.

When Bei Yi heard this, his face immediately darkened: I have well-developed limbs but a simple mind? Where simple-minded.

"It's true that the mind is simple, but the limbs may not be well developed."

Bei Yi gritted his teeth: Don't you know that my limbs are underdeveloped?

Han Ziyu threw another snowball, hitting the snowman's head, and the snowman's head instantly rolled to the ground.

Han Ziyu smiled happily.

Bei Yi sighed helplessly on the side.

Han Ziyu stood up happily, picked up the snowman's head, then placed it on the snowman's body, and then cast a spell to make the snowman learn to speak from him.

"Bei Yi smells shameless." Han Ziyu muttered silently in his heart.

Snowman said: "Bei Yi smells shameless."

"Bei Yi has a simple mind and underdeveloped limbs." Han Ziyu continued to recite silently ""

Snowman: "Bei Yi has a simple mind and his limbs are not well developed."

"Bei Yi is in trouble." Han Ziyu continued to recite silently.

"Bei Yi needs to be beaten."

"Don't be tempted. He and I are masters and disciples. We must abide by the etiquette and laws of the world and do not exceed them."

"Don't be tempted. He and I are masters and disciples. We must abide by the etiquette and laws of the world and do not exceed them."

Bei Yi leaned in front of a dead tree. Seeing his master's forbearing appearance, his heart felt uncomfortable. He couldn't explain how he felt. He pretended not to care even though it was in his heart.

He can't be as forbearing as Master, who can't bear his love for someone, or his coldness towards someone.

He couldn't control his desire to love someone to the core.

Bei Yi leaned against the tree, and after a long time he saw the master walking out holding a few paintings.

The master looked at the painting for a long time, then frowned and used a pen to change Bei Yi's figure to make it shorter and fatter.

Then, still not feeling relieved, he drew a silhouette of Xiao Lin's back and a dog next to Xiao Lin's back. The dog's body was signed with the word "Bei Yi".

Han Ziyu took the painting and tore it into pieces. The dog was still angry when he tore it into pieces. He picked up the shredded paper and went into the house and threw it into the stove.

Han Ziyu: "Damn it, it's not a good thing."

Bei Yi approached the house and happened to pass by the snowman.