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

"Han Guang, please take a seat." Wang Zhao said.

Han Ziyu has never liked lively places, and he would not refuse invitations from friends: "Valley Master, I accidentally learned a few days ago that Wukun Town used to turn dying people into poisonous people in the early years. Has the Valley Master heard about this? ?”

Wang Zhao put down the wine glass in his hand: "Is this happening? Could it be that Han Guang doesn't believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that this matter is of great importance." If someone was refining Poison Man so many years ago, then the world would be in chaos soon.

Mu Yuan paused while holding up the wine glass. How could Master ask about the poisonous people in Wukun Town? Wukun Town was his birthplace, and Aniang died in Wukun Town. Could it be because of that illusion, Master Do you want to investigate the past?

Wang Ruonan pursed her lips, thoughtfully picked up the candied lotus roots and ate them slowly.

After a while, Xi Qing helped Bei Yi come to the banquet. After Bei Yi tried to push him away, Xi Qing had no choice but to tap his acupuncture points and forcefully bring him over.

"Xi Qing, a disciple of Hanguang Immortal Lord, pays homage to the elders of Poison Valley." Xi Qing said.

Bei Yi then saluted: "Bei Yi pays homage to all the elders."

An unknown elder said: "Master Hanxian has taught well, and these two boys look like Master Hanxian's demeanor. Why don't we let these two boys perform a sword dance to cheer up everyone? Can Master Hanxian allow it?"

Xi Qing instantly regretted coming to the banquet. If it weren't for the fear of embarrassing his master, he would not come to the banquet. In order to avoid losing face to the Xi family, he even pulled Bei Yi over as a back-up.

Bei Yi's face was full of resentment, and he looked at Han Ziyu who was sitting in the hall. He probably wouldn't allow his disciple to show up on such an occasion, right? Isn't sword dancing something that only women do?

Han Ziyu put down the chopsticks in his hands and said, "You two, let's get started."

Xi Qing blankly took the sword from the female guard's hand and glared at Bei Yi on one side: "Can you dance a sword?"

Bei Yi only remembered that the woman Lin Yuetan seemed to have danced with a sword in his previous life. He couldn't do it if he was asked by the Demon Lord to dance with a bunch of old men: "No!"

"These stupid old men bully Master Yan Shao."

Bei Yi took the sword and held it in his hand, not knowing what to do next.

Xi Qing took out two talismans from his pocket. These were the form-for-shape talismans specially developed by his mother-in-law. Xi Qing stuck one on his wrist and threw the other behind Bei Yi at will: "You don't have to move. Just hold the sword."

When Bei Yi was confused, his body was already dancing gracefully, his arms were as soft as the delicate lotus root arms of a dancing girl, and the sword in his hand was like a willow branch. Bei Yi glanced at Xi Qing on the side with his peripheral vision, that figure More woman than woman, Bei Yi felt sick in his heart.

The music hadn't stopped, and the two of them were still dancing their swords with all their heart. Bei Yi met Wang Ruonan's gaze in a daze. The look that looked like a smile but not a smile really made him uncomfortable. He turned around and raised his eyes to catch Han Ziyu's gaze. His eyes, which seemed to be looking at him, made him blush even more. His face was completely lost today. He is the Demon Lord, a feared Demon Lord. He danced in this hall today, which was really disgraceful. .

After the song ended, Bei Yi and Xi Qing walked to the guest seats one on the left and the other on the right.

"You dance well. I haven't seen such a wonderful dance in many years. You can dance better than ordinary women."

Xi Qing's face turned blue and white, white and blue again.

After the food was served, Xi Qing put a piece of sweet and sour pork in Wang Ruonan's bowl: "Eat quickly."

At this time, Bei Yi also took a piece of sweet and sour pork and threw it into Han Ziyu's bowl: "Eat quickly." The talisman has not yet been removed.

Bei Yi gritted his teeth. He couldn't lower his head. Han Ziyu clearly misunderstood him, but now it seemed that he had lowered his head and admitted his mistake. He pressed down the arm desperately, and then gradually raised the arm.

Han Ziyu looked at the boy on her right and frowned: "I don't eat sweets."

"It's almost cold." Bei Yi picked up the sweet and sour pork and brought it to Han Ziyu's mouth, "Eat it, it's delicious."

Han Ziyu endured the strange looks from everyone and ate the piece of meat.

"Sweet and sour fish is delicious, eat it quickly." Bei Yiyan smiled at Yan Yan.

Han Ziyu frowned, opened her lips and said in a low voice: "I don't eat sweets!"

"It will get cold if you don't eat. I'll feed you." Bei Yi raised his chopsticks and brought them to Han Ziyu's mouth.

Green-white light condensed in Han Ziyu's palm, and Bei Yi's face changed again and again. It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it was Xi Qing, a form for a form.

Bei Yi closed one eye. Is this person really going to hit him? Before the whip came, I opened my eyes and saw that the fish on the chopsticks had been eaten.

"The sugar lotus root and osmanthus cake are both delicious, eat them quickly!" Bei Yi looked helplessly as he raised his arm and brought it to Han Ziyu's mouth, "Eat it."

Sparks appeared in Han Ziyu's eyes. Bei Yi guessed that Han Ziyu would reach out and wipe his neck to kill him in the next moment. He closed his eyes tightly and did not wait for the so-called punishment. He only saw him obediently eating the food on the chopsticks.

Xi Qing seemed to have just remembered the existence of Fu Zhuan, and became more playful when he saw Bei Yi moving in the same way as himself.

Han Ziyu stood up and was about to change tables.

Xi Qing pulled Mu Yuan behind him closer: "Eat with me."

Bei Yi grabbed Han Ziyu's belt at the same time, and almost tore the entire robe to pieces like last time. He was dead. The next moment, his hand consciously retracted, and Han Ziyu also fell down due to inertia. On the stool.

"Drink, this wine is delicious, come and drink with me." Bei Yi uncontrollably grabbed Han Ziyu's arm.

As soon as he got close, some unfounded memories rushed into Han Ziyu's mind, Xiaoxianjun, Wan Ziyu, Han Ziyu, Xiaoxianjun...

Bei Yi was full of enthusiasm for Han Ziyu: "Drink, I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight."

As soon as Han Ziyu took the wine glass, Bei Yi touched his elbow and poured the whole glass of wine into his abdomen.

It's over, now he's really dead.

Xi Qing stretched out his hand and pulled Mu Yuan's hair, glanced at Bei Yi across from him and said, "Master, your hair looks good tonight."

Bei Yi was embarrassed and pressed the broken hand tightly. The hand did not obey his control and pulled Han Ziyu's hair. He bit his lip, but his lips opened on their own: "Master, your hair looks good tonight. "

Han Ziyu's face was already stained with wine, and her ears were even redder.

"Master, does the wine my disciple handed you taste good? Do you want to have another drink?"

Bei Yi couldn't help but poured another full cup: "Master, drink"

Han Ziyu drank a whole glass of wine, and his vision gradually blurred. There seemed to be someone dancing a sword in front of him. Was it Bei Yi? It seemed like it.

Xi Qing covered her mouth and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Wang Ruonan asked.

Xi Qing shook his head and said nothing. Every word he said would be learned by Bei Yi.

Wang Ruonan was greedy for drinks and became drunk after a few drinks: "Senior brother, senior brother..."

Mu Yuan was eating his food by himself: "What's wrong?"

Wang Ruonan smiled shyly: "Senior brother, Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi seems to be drunk, drunk. Senior brother, thank you for the hairpin you gave Xiao Qi. Xiao Qi likes it very much."

"Stop drinking, senior brother will take you back."

"Senior brother, if you find out in the future, will you ignore Xiao Qi?"

"what's up?"

"No, it's nothing."

Xi Qing took off the talisman and said, "It's boring." He turned to look at Bei Yi who wanted to kill someone.

Bei Yi took off the talisman from his back and threw it on the ground. If he hadn't had inner energy and wasn't strong enough in using his spiritual power, he would not have been controlled by this little talisman.

Han Ziyu was drunk. He picked up the sweet and sour pork and was about to eat it. Bei Yi held down his chopsticks and said, "If you don't like sweets, just eat this. Mapo Tofu, it suits your taste."

Han Ziyu's eyes were distracted, he nodded and then shook his head.

This person's drinking capacity is so bad. He drank a few days after leaving Whitewater Palace last time. He dares to drink freely even though he has such a small drinking capacity. Aren't he afraid of being abducted?

Damn it, why am I worried about these things? His abduction has nothing to do with me. He deserves to be abducted. I must have been the one who abducted him in his previous life. Forget it, it’s different from your general understanding.

After the banquet ended, Bei Yi helped Han Ziyu leave, and saw no one behind him to carry him. Fortunately, Han Ziyu was thin, otherwise his fifteen-year-old body would not be able to carry him.

"You're just drunk and cute. Han Ziyu, you said you were like this in your previous life, as stubborn as a donkey. Who could like you like this? You don't know how to change. Who would feel sorry for you if you smashed your teeth and swallowed them? Who would dare to get along with you sincerely if you put yourself so high? It’s really stupid. I used to think you were very smart, but now it seems you are really stupid and pathetic, and you can’t even play with people’s hearts.”

As Bei Yi muttered, he suddenly remembered how he could have thought of killing Xiao Lin with his temperament: "Han Ziyu, can you tell me if you were used by others in your previous life?"

He wanted to hear a positive answer, but even if he was being used, what could he do? He was still the executioner: "Han Ziyu, you and I should never meet each other in this life. We are destined to become enemies."

Han Ziyu was very drunk and pointed at the moon in the sky and said: "The moon is really round tonight."

Bei Yi raised his head and looked in the direction of his fingertips. It was indeed very round: "I have seen a lot of moons with you in my previous life. Han Ziyu, can I let you go in this life? You must not interfere. Otherwise, what I said today will be invalid. I have imprisoned you for many years in my previous life, and I will pay you back what I owe you in this life, but you must pay back what you owe my master to him."

Han Ziyu nodded: "No regrets."

Bei Yi paused: "What did you say? Come on, what did you say?" This man also said this before he died in his previous life. What about a ten-year agreement, what about letting you go, and what about having no regrets? .

Han Ziyu's mind was in a state of confusion. All he could think of was an unfamiliar face, the bloody scene, tens of thousands of people dying in front of him, but he could do nothing.

"Han Ziyu, what did you say?"

No one responded, so I walked a few more steps and heard the steady breathing of the person on my back, who must have fallen asleep.

Walking to the place where the master lived, Bei Yi opened the door and gently placed the person on the bed. Then he leaned up, and the moonlight reflected on Han Ziyu's face. Bei Yi wanted to put the moonlight on Han Ziyu's face. The color was gone, but her eyes were still fixed on the right half of his face. Was there really a scar here in the previous life? Why didn't he have any impression at all? She reached out and touched his face. Was the dream real? There was also an illusion. Regarding Xiao Xianjun's dream, it probably wasn't it. If it was, he would probably remember it.

Han Ziyu hugged the quilt tightly and shrank into the corner.

Bei Yi pulled the quilt to cover his whole body: "You are so old, and you still sleep curled up."

After staying for a while, Bei Yi got up and left.

"Han Ziyu, sweet dreams."