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

Han Ziyu's eyes were shaking, and he looked at Bei Yi blankly.

The moonlight shone on Bei Yi, and he suddenly appeared like a god who saved him.

Han Ziyu sneered, laughed, and hugged Bei Yi's neck tightly: "You're back."

Bei Yi whispered in a low voice: "The disciple is back and will never leave again."

"Seriously?" Han Ziyu's voice sounded like a child begging for candy.

"Seriously." Bei Yi kissed the master's forehead.

He held the drunk master in his arms and climbed up the back mountain step by step. The snowy road was a bit slippery, so he summoned Mo Chen to fly up the mountain.

Late at night, the room was freezing cold, and Bei Yi hugged the master tightly in his arms.

The feeling of being lost and found made Han Ziyu feel uneasy. He lay on the bed and meditated quietly, holding Bei Yi's hand all the time.

After a long time, he turned around and looked at Bei Yi: "Are you really not going to leave?"

Bei Yi used the weak candlelight to tuck the broken hair in front of his master's forehead: "Really."

Han Ziyu pinched his cheek and then pinched his arm. It was real, not an illusion or a dream.

He sneered, and then suddenly hugged Bei Yi tightly. He didn't say a word and just kept hugging Bei Yi tightly.

After a cup of tea, Bei Yi said softly: "Master, this disciple is really back and will never leave again."

"Then when you wake up tomorrow, will you still be here?"

"Here." Bei Yi held his hand.

Han Ziyu woke up late at night and looked at the people around him. When the first ray of dawn shone in, he woke up suddenly. Seeing that there was no one around him, his heart stopped suddenly. He hurriedly touched the temperature next to him. He must have been here before.

He stared at the door lonelyly, how could it be an illusion.

The door suddenly opened, and Bei Yi walked towards the dawn, holding a food box in his hand: "Master, you're awake."

Han Ziyu ran towards him, and he walked barefoot to Bei Yi: "You said you wouldn't leave."

"I was afraid that you would be hungry, so I went down the mountain to buy some food."

Seeing Han Ziyu's panicked look, he couldn't imagine how his master had come here in the past two years.

He carried Han Ziyu to the bed: "Master, I swear to God, I will never leave again this time."

Han Ziyu finally believed it. He looked at Bei Yi in front of him and said slowly: "Where have you been in the past two years?"

"The disciple doesn't know where he is. He only feels that he is in a place of nothingness, as if he is trapped in a vast sea, and there is no way he can escape." Bei Yi dressed Han Ziyu and tied his hair.

"My next memory is that in the underworld, someone was repairing my soul."

"Who is that?"

"Demon Lord."

Han Ziyu: "Where is the Demon Lord now?"

"In order to collect my soul, he sold his soul to the underworld. He will never leave the underworld and stay in the Netherworld Division forever."

"If Master wants to see him, my disciple will take you to the underworld in the future." Bei Yi said.

Han Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief. After finishing the meal with Bei Yi, he wanted to take him back to the top of the cliff.

Bei Yi: "Master, let's go have fun and then look back at the cliff top in summer."

"Alright."

"Qingqing has also established a firm foothold in the demon world. He should come to the human world to look for Xi Qing in the near future." Bei Yi said.

Han Ziyu felt a little distressed when she thought of Xi Qing. That arrogant disciple lost his parents and senior sister in that disaster, and his loved ones were separated forever.

After breakfast, Bei Yi hugged Han Ziyu and lay on the bed again, insisting on pulling Han Ziyu to listen to him talk about his deeds in the past two years.

Han Ziyu talked for half an hour, and the two fell asleep hugging each other.

The afternoon is quiet and comfortable.

In the dream, Han Ziyu smiled happily, but suddenly a dark wind blew over, and the world suddenly darkened.

A black figure came from a distance, full of evil aura and rage.

"Han Ziyu, are you happy today?"

Han Ziyu: frowned and looked at the Demon Lord in front of him.

Demon Lord: "How is this gift from me?"

"..."

"What, you don't like it? Then let your beloved little disciple go to guard the underworld, and I will come to the human world to be with you, okay?"

"..."

The Demon Lord approached, he lowered his head and stared at Han Ziyu: "In order to make you happy, in order to reunite you with him, I absorbed the power of Hades, and even sold my soul to the underworld. I was trapped in the underworld. , you actually enjoyed the reunion with him."

Han Ziyu: "You and him are the same person."

The Demon Lord was furious: "You are the only one who thinks so. Ask your little disciple if he has such thoughts."

"Han Ziyu, I was your previous life, and he is your current life."

"Han Ziyu, can you share your love with me?" Demon Lord hugged the person in front of him tightly.

"Han Ziyu, the underworld is very lonely. I stayed in the underworld for six hundred years before I was able to reunite with you. Now I have to stay in the underworld for who knows how long."

"Han Ziyu, tell me whether you love him more or me more."

Han Ziyu: "You are the same person."

"I said no, he and I are not the same person."

Han Ziyu frowned: "What are you crazy about?"

"Where's your broken whip? Use it to whip me. Don't you like to whip people?"

Han Ziyu: "I'm sorry, I was wrong before and I shouldn't have punished you with a whip."

The Demon Lord lowered his head and bit Han Ziyu's lips: "Get married to me first in this life. We will get married in the underworld. The ceremony has been arranged by me."

Han Ziyu was stunned: "You are crazy."

"I asked him to go to the human world to accompany you, so you can't marry me first?" Demon Lord asked Han Ziyu crazily.

Han Ziyu shook off his hand.

Demon Lord grabbed Han Ziyu's arm: "Tonight, marry me and enter the bridal chamber. From now on, you will be my wife, and you can only be my wife."

Han Ziyu pushed away the Demon Lord in front of him and pulled out Wu Ge: "You are crazy. We have a wedding in the underworld. You can't imagine it."

"I'm crazy. I saw you kissing and hugging him. I went completely crazy. Why, why, why do I want to stay in the underworld, and you two don't care about my feelings at all."

Han Ziyu was helpless: "Okay, let's get married in the underworld."

"Not just the marriage, but also the bridal chamber. You are mine."

Han Ziyu was a little frightened when she thought about the cruel behavior of the Demon Lord in her previous life: "Not today."

"If we can't get married today, then when can we?"

Han Ziyu was so angry that he bared his teeth and said, "Get away!"

The Demon Lord hugged his waist tightly and took him to the underworld: "Then get out together."

There was no daylight in the underworld, and the Demon Lord pulled him straight into the Netherworld Division.

The ghosts knelt down and said, "We are waiting for the Nine Kings. The wedding ceremony has been prepared. The wedding ceremony will be held after the Nine Princesses dress up."

The Demon Lord waved his hand: "Everyone, step back."

"Yes."

The interior and exterior of Netherworld Division were covered with flowers, and all around were hung with red silk and satin.

He led Han Ziyu to a dormitory and took out the wedding clothes: "I made this by myself in the past two years."