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

Just as Qing Qing was about to speak, he immediately turned into a wisp of smoke and rushed into the space bag.

Bei Yi had no choice but to put his soul into the space bag: "Is there a way to leave?"

"No."

When Wang Zhao woke up, it had been a few sticks of incense time, and Xi Qing's stomach growled.

Wang Ruonan took out the wound medicine and applied it to Wang Zhao's injured area.

Wang Zhao looked at the poisonous general in front.

Han Ziyu lowered his eyes: "Does the Valley Master recognize this person?"

Wang Zhao was coughing and bleeding: "Is Han Guang questioning me? I killed so many poisonous people outside the valley bottom, and I escaped from death through the tunnel, and Han Guang still wants to question me?"

Han Ziyu shook his head: "No."

The poisonous general looked at Wang Zhao: "Who are you?"

Wang Zhao frowned: "Who are you?"

Wang Ruonan felt chills on his back when he thought about Zhao Qilin turning into a plastic boy at the bottom of the valley just now. How could his uncle stay in the same place as the plastic boy? The hand applying the medicine shook, and Wang Zhao groaned.

Han Ziyu asked: "What happened to the plastic boy at the bottom of the valley?"

"How did I know that I am the twelfth generation of Valley Owners? Do I need to find out everything that the previous Valley Owners have done?" Wang Zhao vomited blood after speaking.

"Zhao Qilin is a plastic boy." Han Ziyu said.

Wang Zhao's eyes widened: "What are you talking about? It's impossible, it's impossible. Where's Qilin? It's impossible. He can't be a plastic boy. It's impossible, it's impossible!"

"Zhao Qilin has been brought to justice by me and turned into a plastic boy and destroyed in the formation."

Han Ziyu's cold voice seemed to be telling him something trivial, which made Bei Yi feel uncomfortable. If he died today, would this person have the same voice and expression, and not feel sad about his death at all?

Wang Zhao grabbed Han Ziyu's arm suddenly, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then he vomited a big mouthful: "Impossible, Han Guang, are you lying to me? That's Qilin, how could he be Plastic Boy, Qi Lin grew up with my brother since childhood."

I never thought that this man started crying in the middle of the sentence, crying like a child: "He, he is really a human being. He has accompanied me to play and study with me since I was a child. How is it possible, impossible! You lied to me, you lied to me ~"

"Wang Zhao, please wake up. I didn't lie to you. Zhao Qilin is indeed a plastic boy, not a human being." Han Ziyu said.

Wang Ruonan also didn't expect it. She remembered that Uncle Zhao taught her to read and practice calligraphy when she was young, so how could she be a plastic child.

Wang Zhao pointed at the poisonous general in front of him: "Then it was he who was suppressed by Plastic Boy?"

Han Ziyu said: "Yes."

Wang Zhao laughed loudly: "You are lying to me, lying to me. The plastic boy is suppressing evil spirits and evil spirits. He is just a human being. How is that possible!"

Han Ziyu shouted: "Don't be crazy, you are the owner of the poisonous valley, you know poisonous people better than anyone else, he is a poisonous general, no different from ordinary people, you can see it!"

Wang Zhao sneered: "Hahaha, hahaha, hahahahahahahaha!"

"Han Guang, have you ever loved someone? Do you know what that person's death means?" Wang Zhao supported his body and pulled Han Ziyu's arm to stand up.

"You don't understand, you don't understand, you don't understand, and it's impossible for you to understand, haha!"

When Bei Yi saw the lost Wang Zhao, he suddenly thought of himself in his previous life. Xiao Lin died in front of him, in Tianlan Haicheng, and in his arms. Since Xiao Lin died, he seemed to have turned into a mad dog. .

But when Han Ziyu died in front of him, he seemed to be indifferent. Han Ziyu's body temperature cooled down, the smile in his eyes faded, the blood dried on his face, his body gradually stiffened, his fingertips turned white little by little, and his hair flew around his hand. He seemed to be no longer heartbroken. No feelings, no tears, just holding Han Ziyu in his arms for three days and three nights. For three days and three nights, he couldn't hear any sound, couldn't see anything, wasn't hungry or thirsty, and had no consciousness...

Wang Zhao fell to the ground dejectedly, then stood up holding on to the wall: "My lover has never been a human being..."

Han Ziyu grabbed Wang Zhao and said, "Come with me. Plastic boy doesn't understand love. Your love is just giving."

Wang Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Han Ziyu: "Han Guang, can you stay with me?"

Xi Qing almost lost his breath: "Cough cough cough, cough cough cough!"

Mu Yuan's pupils were shaking.

Bei Yi grabbed Han Ziyu and said, "Master of the valley, please don't have any ideas about my master. My master is not a good man if he is not a Taoist couple. Oops, master, my arm hurts!"

Wang Ruonan turned around and pulled Bei Yi: "What's wrong with your arm, A Yi?"

Bei Yi frowned: "It's almost useless, it's both a grain poison and a poison to people."

Wang Ruonan pulled off Bei Yi's clothes, and when the wound was exposed, Wang Ruonan took a breath of air: "This"

Wang Zhaodao: "He can become poisonous!"

Han Ziyu looked at Wang Zhao: "Save him."

Wang Zhao chuckled: "We in Poison Valley are not doctors who can help the world by hanging pots, unless Han Guang is willing to stay by my side."

Bei Yi rushed forward and took Han Ziyu's arm: "Master, no!"

Han Ziyu said: "Okay!"

Bei Yi clenched his fists and his eyes gradually turned red: "If you dare to touch him, I want you to die!"

Before Bei Yi's demonic energy could be released, everyone at the scene fell unconscious.

"Han Ziyu, don't blame me!"

Han Ziyu was chained to the wall, unable to move. He was exhausted, none of the artifacts were on him, and his spiritual power was drained away.

"It's you, you ruined my plan, so it's up to you to live for him."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"Hanguang, I used to think you were a friend, but you, you always ruin my good deeds, and you always ruin my good deeds!"

Han Ziyu struggled with the iron chain: "Don't make the same mistake again and again!"

Wang Zhao stepped forward and pinched Han Ziyu's chin fiercely: "Han Ziyu, I wanted to let you live, but you insisted on meddling in your own business."

Wang Zhao was so excited that he tore off Han Ziyu's outer robe: "Han Xianzun, the most upright immortal in the eyes of outsiders, I really want to have a taste of it, but unfortunately, it's a pity that the person this Valley Master loves is not you!"

Wang Zhao threw his robe on the ground: "If I had met you two years earlier, I would have wanted you!"

Wang Zhao didn't know what kind of spell he had cast, and everyone woke up soon. This move was undetectable.

"Master, Master." Bei Yi woke up from a dizziness just now and saw Han Ziyu falling to the ground.

Han Ziyu looked at Bei Yi in confusion: "Bei Yi?"

Bei Yi felt awkward listening to his words: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Ruonan stood up holding her head: "What happened?"

Several elders were killed on the spot, and their deaths were extremely tragic.

Xi Qing held on to the wall: "What's going on? Why are all these old men dead?"

Mu Yuan supported Wang Ruonan: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, senior brother."

Bei Yi said: "Both Wang Zhao and General Poison are missing, there must be something fishy."

Just as Mu Yuan was about to use his spiritual power, Wang Ruonan held his hand down and said, "Brother, you have used up too much spiritual power. You cannot hold on."

Bei Yi pulled Han Ziyu to stand up: "Master, how are you doing?"

Han Ziyu held her head: "It's okay."

Bei Yi felt awkward listening to him. When had Han Ziyu ever been so gentle? It didn't look like him at all.

The five masters and apprentices were looking for a way out. It was getting more and more stuffy and breathless.