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

In the Baku area, it is midsummer now, and the hibiscus blooms at the right time, but it is rainy in the Baku area.

It was a beautiful day, but suddenly there was a burst of rain.

They had been here two years ago. Looking back, they saw that the mountain behind was Longhua Temple.

Bei Yi thought of the brocade bag, and there was a paragraph written in the brocade bag: "Throw it to death and live again. The sky will be in chaos. Only by obtaining the power of the God of Hades can you calm down the chaos. If you have the power of the God of Hades, you can only gather your delusional thoughts." The fragments are sacrificed to the world.”

Han Ziyu's kit was stolen by him as early as in the City of Killing Gods, and he burned it.

But what he didn't know was that Han Ziyu had already seen the kit, and he already knew the ins and outs of the God-killing City, and he even knew that only Bei Yi could obtain the power of the God of Hades.

So Han Ziyu chose to sacrifice and resurrect the Lord Zixuan. He wanted to save the world, and he also wanted to save Bei Yi.

When Bei Yi thought of the God-killing City, he thought of his master's sacrifice. The master certainly no longer thought about surviving. Fortunately, the Master Zixuan found his master.

"Master, let's go to Longhua Temple tomorrow to fulfill our vows."

"okay."

The two walked across the bridge, Bei Yi holding an umbrella, and a gust of wind blew Han Ziyu's hair onto Bei Yi's cheek.

Bei Yi chuckled: "Zi Yu."

Han Ziyu turned her head and raised her eyes: "Huh?"

Bei Yi lowered his head and kissed his lips, then smiled and said, "Thank you for loving me."

Han Ziyu's face instantly turned red with embarrassment.

Bei Yi: "Master, don't be shy all the time. When you blush, I want to give you my life."

Han Ziyu immediately covered his mouth: "Don't talk nonsense."

Bei Yi: "Master, do you know that when you were suffering from your disciple's heat on the bed, your disciple even thought about dying on you. I finally understand why some people say that it is romantic to die under the peony flowers and become a ghost."

Han Ziyu was so angry that he took out his whip and wanted to whip Bei Yi.

Bei Yi grabbed the whip: "Master, don't use the whip he gave you."

Seeing Bei Yi's disappointed look, Han Zi thought of the disciples who died tragically in the City of Gods Killing. He put away his whip: "Master will never beat you with a whip in the future."

"That won't work."

Han Ziyu was stunned: "..."

"Master must use the whip given by the disciple, not the whip given by the Demon Lord."

Han Ziyu was speechless and nodded fondly: "Okay, then you can give me a spiritual whip."

Upon hearing this, Bei Yi immediately took out the whip: "Well, this is what the disciple prepared."

"This is not a spiritual whip either."

Bei Yi pouted: "Is it possible that the disciple is not as prepared as the spiritual whip he prepared?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

Bei Yi pretended to be innocent: "Master, although it is not as powerful as the spiritual whip, it is flexible, light, smooth and convenient."

Bei Yi's throat rolled and he swallowed.

"What's convenient?"

"Easy to tie up, for example in bed..."

Only then did Han Ziyu see that the whip was wrapped with red thread. The whole whip looked like it had an indescribable feeling, which made people feel ashamed.

Han Ziyu immediately pulled the whip and put it into the spirit bag.

Bei Yi took out some more things, a black eye mask embroidered with lotus leaf patterns; an iron chain, like a chain for locking animals; and a fox tail...

Han Ziyu's face turned red and black

"..."

"!!!!!!"

He quickly pressed Bei Yi's hand: "No, don't take it."

"Then try it tonight?"

Han Ziyu: "..."

"!!!!!!"

What evil had he committed? He met the divided Bei Yi and was tortured day and night.

"If the master doesn't want to, the disciple won't force it. It's just why the master is willing to be so intimate with the Demon Lord. The disciple is your direct disciple. I think about those years."

Han Ziyu was helpless: "Okay."

Bei Yi laughed in his heart, he knew that the Master felt sorry for that guy, the Demon Lord, and no one else could make the Master feel more distressed than the Demon Lord. Who told the Demon Lord to be trapped in the underworld forever? This alone was enough to control Han Ziyu.

"Master, can you use it all tonight?"

"Come on, don't be heard."

"It's raining heavily, and there's no one there."

Han Ziyu pulled Bei Yi's arm: "Are you ashamed?"

"No, reaching the sky with Master is the most proud thing for a disciple. How can you be ashamed?"

Han Ziyu was too embarrassed to see anyone. He didn't know why he had such an apprentice. He had spent all his time educating him in those years, so how could he become like this?

Why is his mouth full of dirty talk?

When Bei Yi saw the food on the market, he immediately ran over and bought them one by one.

Han Ziyu followed behind to pay.

Bei Yi was holding a pile of food, eating happily and not thinking about Shu.

Han Ziyu: "Eat slowly."

"I have been trapped in that hellish place for two years, and finally I have something delicious to eat. Here, Master will give it to you."

Han Ziyu's thoughts drifted away, and she suddenly thought of the Demon Lord trapped in the underworld...

"Master, Master?" Bei Yi asked in a low voice.

Han Ziyu's thoughts were brought back. He held his chin and looked at Bei Yi carefully in front of him: "In the future, you will make money to support your family."

Bei Yi nodded frantically: "Master just needs to lie down at home. The disciple will open a restaurant specializing in spicy food so that Master can eat as much as he wants."

Han Ziyu nodded. He was tired after such a long time and just wanted to find a chance to rest and live a carefree life.

After eating, Bei Yi stared at Han Ziyu. He looked like a half-drunk man: "Master, you are so beautiful."

Han Ziyu lowered his eyes, but he always felt that he was not good-looking.

Bei Yi's fingers tapped on the table, and he pictured the master's face again in his mind.

The eyebrows are like distant mountains, and obvious wrinkles can be seen when the eyelids are raised and lowered. The beautiful eyes are like a sea of ​​stars. The long eyelashes form a small shadow on the side of the eyes. The tall nose has a gentle arc, and the lips are very Thin, pinkish lips, thin face...

Bei Yi smiled happily and contentedly, such a good-looking person turned out to be his.

Han Ziyu: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just think that such a good-looking person is mine, I feel very happy."

Han Ziyu's eyes trembled, and there were ripples in his heart.

"Master, the disciples are a little worried."

Bei Yi sighed.

Han Ziyu was confused.

"There are demons guarding the underworld, and Meng Wanzhou is ready to make a move. There are still many female cultivators in the human world. The disciples are frightened. They are afraid that one day the master will no longer have disciples."

Han Ziyu: "Master is not as good as you said."

"Zi Yu, let's be together with me for the rest of our lives." Bei Yi looked at Han Ziyu sincerely.

Han Ziyu: "Demon Lord?"

"He's not a human being."

Han Ziyu burst out laughing.

Bei Yi pouted: "Master, please promise me."

"it is good."

Bei Yi was overjoyed and immediately made the seal: "This is the oath made by the two of us. We have already made the seal. We must never break the oath."

Han Ziyu looked at Bei Yi helplessly: "Okay."

"Zi Yu, wait until June. Let's get married. Tell the world and entertain guests. I want to give you a wedding ceremony that will shock the world."

Han Ziyu was stunned. He was a little overwhelmed. He didn't know whether he was overwhelmed with happiness or a little panicked.

Bei Yi: "Marry me, Master, and we will be together for the rest of your life."

Han Ziyu stared blankly at Bei Yi in front of him. He paused for a moment and nodded.

Bei Yi: "Master, I love you."

"Well, I love you." Han Ziyu said softly.

"Master, please say that I love you too." Bei Yi's eyes blossomed.

"No, I love you not because you love me, but because of my liking and love for you."

Bei Yi took Han Ziyu's hand, held an umbrella, and ran all the way to the tavern: "I want you, Master."

When Han Ziyu faced Demon Lord and Bei Yi, he had two different mentalities. He could still treat Demon Lord with a normal mentality, but Bei Yi in front of him was his direct disciple, whom he had watched since childhood. of.

He is very ashamed and sometimes cannot get over the hurdle in his heart.

When they arrived at the tavern, Bei Yi saw that his master was a little shy, so he took out a painting and said, "Master, I know you still have some grudges in your heart."

Han Ziyu: "I'll pay it back soon."

"Well, I know, Zi Yu, I won't force it."

Han Ziyu pointed at the pair of blushing and heart-pounding utensils placed on the bed: "That's not what I'm talking about. It's that sometimes I don't know how to get along with you. I'm eight years older than you. I'm your master... "

"Zi Yu, you are my lover first."

At night, the two of them lay on the same bed respectfully. Bei Yi was already burning with desire. He took Han Ziyu's hand and said, "Master, touch it."

Han Ziyu pretended to be asleep.

Bei Yi leaned against Han Ziyu's ear: "Master, your breathing is messed up. I know you are not asleep."

Han Ziyu turned around, stared at Bei Yi in front of him in the dim light, and then bit his neck.

The bite caught Bei Yi off guard and he hissed in pain.

Bei Yi caressed Han Ziyu's cheek: "Master, my mind is not that broad. I can tolerate the Demon Lord getting together with you on the fifteenth day of every month, but the rest of the time, you can only be mine, don't let me Is it okay to go crazy? I will also feel uncomfortable and feel distressed."

"Master, I have endured this for a long time. From the day I was resurrected, I have wanted to possess you."

"I want to tie you up and tie you to my side so that no one can take you away. Sometimes I wish I could lock you up and imprison you."

Late night comes.

The two enjoyed the ultimate nightlife.

Xi Qing, who was next door, was noisy all night. He had a splitting headache and smashed the wall with all his strength.

Qing Qing: "Okay, don't be angry. Let's go play nearby tomorrow."

"The bastard who lives next door stayed up all night. Did he have to do this in the middle of the night? Why didn't he let anyone sleep?"

Shu Qing stared at Xi Qing affectionately: "Go to sleep quickly, don't move around, I'm afraid I can't help it."

Xi Qing pulled off his clothes: "It's not like I haven't done it before. Come on."

Arrogant Xi Qing: "You are not a good snake, why are you pretending to be innocent?"

His solemn eyes suddenly turned green. He stared at Xi Qing, whose clothes were half-undressed, and turned his head away. He promised Xi Qing that he would not get married until the demon world...

Xi Qing held Su Qing's neck and kissed her.

His poor kissing skills made Suqing laugh in his heart. Suqing hugged Xi Qing's waist, clasped Xi Qing's head with his other hand, and slowly placed her on the bed. The two kissed passionately...