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

Han Ziyu reluctantly changed into his clothes. He stared at himself in the bronze mirror and saw the Demon Lord in his wedding clothes through the mirror.

He is the same as in his previous life, his figure exudes infinite strength, and there is always a sense of separation and sorrow in his dark purple eyes.

But the Beiyi in this life is blazing, warmed by the sun...

The Demon Lord came closer and looked at Han Ziyu who was wearing wedding clothes in front of him, feeling pity in his heart. But seeing his absent-minded look, he was filled with anger: "Why, are you thinking about your little disciple right now?"

Han Ziyu: "Bei Yi."

Demon Lord frowned: "Say."

"In my previous life, I failed to keep my promise, and I failed you in that ten-year promise."

The Demon Lord's heart cracked quietly and slowly healed. He felt it was difficult to breathe for a moment. Those painful memories swept over him overwhelmingly. The sight of him dying in his arms was still vivid in his mind. The few days he left were still vivid in his mind. He lives like a year.

Later, he was sealed in the Netherworld Division for six hundred years...

"Han Ziyu, can you love me a little bit, don't ask for more, just a little bit." Demon Lord said softly, with sincerity in his eyes.

Han Ziyu took a step closer and said slowly: "In my previous life, I never hated you. Although I am a little afraid of you in this life."

The Demon Lord listened carefully.

"But the love hasn't faded one iota."

The Demon Lord smiled, and all the scars of separation in his eyes were washed away. Even though he was not smiling at this time, his heart was already turbulent.

"Then, which one do you love more, me or him?"

Han Ziyu's most troublesome question appeared again, and he really didn't know how to answer it.

It's obviously the same person, but Demon Lord is Bei Yi's previous life.

But if he says that you are the same person, the Demon Lord will be so angry that he will torture him all night today. But if he said he loved him a little more, or loved Bei Yi a little more, the Demon Lord would definitely not believe it.

He cast a spell to reverse the surge of spiritual energy in his body.

The Demon Lord was still waiting for his answer, and suddenly saw a trace of blood pouring out of the corner of his mouth. He was extremely panicked: "Han Ziyu, Han Ziyu."

Han Ziyu fainted consciously. No answer to this kind of question would be satisfactory, so she might as well just faint.

The Demon Lord cast a spell to heal his wounds. When Han Ziyu regained consciousness, he looked troubled: "Is it difficult to say you love me more?"

Han Ziyu: "I am a person who doesn't like to express myself by nature."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you love me indifferently, I just ask that you stay with me in this life."

Thinking of being with her in this life, he was so angry. It would be great if he could return to the world. He wanted to be by Han Ziyu's side all the time.

But he knew that Han Ziyu actually loved that boy Bei Yi more in his heart. Forget it, he was the Demon Lord, he had a lot of masters, and he didn't care about that pretentious disciple.

Anyway, Han Ziyu couldn't escape from the palm of his dignified Demon Lord.

Why is he so confident? It's because he feels that that boy Bei Yi is definitely not as good in bed as him.

After all, he is a majestic demon. He has tried every method in his previous life, broken hundreds of spiritual weapons, and had sex without stopping for days and nights.

As for that kid, can he do it? He can’t! At most, he is Han Ziyu's sweetheart, and he can make Han Ziyu dizzy by telling sweet words.

He, the mighty Demon Lord, disdains such tricks. He wants Han Ziyu to surrender to his bed forever.

"It's okay, Han Ziyu. I can't stay with you for a long time, but on the fifteenth day of every month, I will invite you to enter the underworld together." After finishing speaking through gritted teeth, the Demon Lord pulled Han Ziyu away. Come over.

Han Ziyu was extremely dissatisfied. What evil had he done to meet Demon Lord Beiyi?

He tried to call out Li Xuan, but he suddenly remembered that Li Xuan's whip was enshrined by him in the Valley of Lovers.

Han Ziyu frowned, showing displeasure, and his anger was just waiting to be ignited.

"How can a marriage be a trivial matter?" Han Ziyu said angrily.

Demon Lord: "Today is a rare and auspicious day."

Han Ziyu was speechless: "..."

He suddenly remembered some storybooks he had read before, which also contained descriptions of people who sometimes went crazy.

In that case, the way his other half dealt with him... was to coax or ignore him.

Coax him? Han Ziyu sighed and forget it.

Ignore? I don't know why I should go crazy if I ignore him.

Ignore? But that's how he was treated in his previous life. Han Ziyu's heart froze. That's how he was treated in his previous life...

At this moment, he suddenly realized that if he had been willing to talk more to him in his previous life and tell him about the past between them, they would not have ended up like that.

Han Ziyu's Adam's apple rolled, and he cleared his throat: "It's getting late, let's start the wedding ceremony immediately."

"Are you really willing to marry me?"

Han Ziyu nodded: "You still don't understand my feelings now?"

The Demon Lord smiled heartily: "I have prepared many, many things today."

Han Ziyu: "What is it?"

"Zi Yu knew about it during the bridal chamber."

Han Ziyu's face instantly turned red. Thinking of those shameful scenes in his previous life, he felt hairy all over and itchy in his heart.

"Why is Zi Yu's face so red? Why, are you shy?"

Han Ziyu turned her head awkwardly.

"I have never seen anything in my previous life without lighting a circle of candles every time..."

Han Ziyu was furious now, and he wanted to summon Li Xuan again.

The Demon Lord summoned a spiritual whip: "I searched all over the world to find some good materials, so I made this spiritual whip. I thought you would never use the Li Xuan Whip again, but now I have this whip." Yu, let’s make do with it first.”

"Zi Yu always likes to hit people with a whip. I think it must be very uncomfortable without a whip."

"I won't whip you again."

"I still care about those little things."

"But"

"I know what you think, but when you hit me with a whip, it is fun, teasing, and temptation for me... rather than just punishment. But in the future, this whip can only be used on me."

Han Ziyu's face instantly turned red again.

The Demon Lord put a red hijab on Han Ziyu's head and held his hand tightly: "Han Ziyu, I will only love you in this life, and I will do it until death. Are you willing to marry me?"

"it is good."

The two worshiped heaven and earth. After the couple bowed to each other, the Demon Lord slowly lifted his red hijab and said: "This is a wedding ceremony that only belongs to you and me."

He took out a piece of marriage certificate: "This is the marriage certificate embroidered by me myself."

He bit his finger and wrote his name in the marriage book.

Han Ziyu cast a spell and cut his finger, signing his name.

The Demon Lord held Han Ziyu's hand and flew out of the Netherworld Division to a place where the essence of the sun and moon was in the underworld, where stars were shining and petals were falling everywhere.

When the wind blows, the petals float.

The Demon Lord held Han Ziyu's hand, and their bright red wedding clothes looked so dazzling.

The two of them kowtowed three times in front of an ancient tablet.

"Zi Yu, my husband will treat you well from now on. If I fail you in the slightest, my energy and blood will flow back and I will die badly."

Hanzi took his hand, leaned forward, and slowly kissed the Demon Lord's lips.