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

It’s late winter again, with heavy snow falling all over the sky.

Han Ziyu came to Hushan Town, opened the barrier, walked to the thatched house and sat beside the bed.

He has not dared to set foot here in the past two years. The memory is too deep and he is afraid that he will not be able to extricate himself.

Late at night came, the room was freezing cold, Han Ziyu covered herself with two quilts and huddled up.

He formed a seal on his palm, held the Li Xuan Whip, and entered a beautiful illusion. He had never used the illusion technique in the past two years, but he couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to see him, even if it was an illusion. He was also content.

In the fantasy world, from knowing each other to falling in love, from the past life to the present life, they lingered and spoke love words to each other until death.

"Han Ziyu, before entering the Demon Locking Tower, you said you would wait for me. Why do you want Zhao Zhiruo to accompany you?"

"Han Ziyu, you don't keep your word."

Han Ziyu stepped forward, wiped the blood on Bei Yi's face, and then hugged him fiercely. He was filled with heartache: "I'm sorry, it was Master's fault."

The young man in his arms couldn't believe it. He was so stunned that he didn't know what to do. His voice trembled slightly: "Master, you are waiting for me, right?"

A tear rolled down Han Ziyu's eyes, and he said slowly with a heavy nasal voice: "I'm waiting for you, I've been waiting for you."

"Master, you won't leave me, right?"

Han Ziyu hugged the boy tightly, the guilt and distress in her eyes overflowing: "No."

Bei Yi pursed his lower lip: "Master."

Han Ziyu held the boy's hand tightly: "Master will never leave you."

Bei Yi smiled: "Master, let's go to Baku for fun in March."

"it is good."

"The spicy food there will definitely suit your taste."

……

At dawn, Han Ziyu woke up from the illusion, surrounded by a huge feeling of loneliness.

He closed his eyes, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

He grabbed the quilt and wrapped himself completely.

The sound of his crying could be faintly heard in the room.

Only in this deserted place could he miss him freely.

He lay on the bed and waited for the sun to rise and set before getting up and dressing.

The winter night came quickly. He slowly went down the mountain with a lamp and walked around nearby.

We found a restaurant and ordered some spicy food and a bottle of wine.

After taking a few sips of the wine, he found it was not as good as the Lotus Ching. He took a pot of Lotus Ching from the spirit bag, poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

The actors in the restaurant were performing the Butterfly Lovers, and everyone in the audience was fascinated.

Han Ziyu's eyes were also attracted. He had finished watching the whole scene and finished the bottle of wine.

Half drunk and half awake, I seemed to hear someone playing a song.

"We might as well perform a scene about Hanguang Immortal Lord and his disciple Bei Yi. There has been a drama recently." Someone said.

"Speaking of which, the two of them have really experienced life and death?"

"Is that still false? Bei Yi sacrificed himself for the sake of the human world and saved the entire world of cultivating immortals and the human world. Now only the Hanguang Immortal Lord is left in the world."

"I never expected that this fallen evildoer would die to save the world."

"I'm afraid it's not for Hanguang Immortal Lord."

The actors on the stage were replaced by two men, one black and one white. The two men held swords and acted out the past between them.

Han Ziyu took another pot of lotus clearing and drank it from the wine pot.

He had never drank so much, and now his throat felt harsh, but his heart felt much more comfortable, so he picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in three or five gulps.

If it wasn't enough, he took another bottle of wine and drank heavily.

He was lying on the table and laughing, listening to those dramas felt like he was in another world.

I just heard a voice from the stage: "Master, if you really hate me so much, you might as well kill me."

Han Ziyu looked at the stage in shock. He would definitely not kill him.

I saw the "Hanguang Immortal" on the stage holding a sword and stabbing it into Bei Yi's heart.

At this moment, the wine bottle in Han Ziyu's hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces. No, no, no.

He was immersed in the drama, as if he had gone back in time.

The man's voice seemed to echo in his ears: "Master, Han Ziyu, Ziyu."

Han Ziyu was so drunk that he had a headache. He picked up the silver coins and put them on the table. He stood up and staggered out of the door.

When I opened the door, the cold wind blew in, and my thoughts became clearer.

With a hint of clarity, he staggered towards the back mountain.

The moonlight shone, and the sky and the earth were reflected in white.

Han Ziyu stumbled to the ground. He lay on the ground and stared at the moonlight: "It's not that we agreed, we agreed to stay together for the rest of our lives."

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he smiled: "Liar."

"Liar, liar!!"

He smiled helplessly, and then stared at the moon in a daze.

Drunkness suddenly came over him and his consciousness became confused. He forced himself to stand up and stumbled towards the back mountain.

The wind made him very cold.

Suddenly I felt extremely hot again.

"Master."

Han Ziyu looked back and saw that there was no one there. He fell to the ground, but there was no pain as expected. He felt like he was being dragged down after falling into the air.

He breathed out.

A familiar scent enveloped him.

Han Ziyu suddenly opened her eyes, no trace of drunkenness left.

"You drank so much. If I weren't here, would Master have to sleep in the snow today?"