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

"If your skills are low, you don't need to come here in the middle of the night to practice. Go back and sleep."

"Disciple, go back now." Bei Yi said.

Han Ziyu looked at his disheveled appearance, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with coldness, and her fingers clasped together: "What are you doing here?"

"Ah? Disciple, I didn't do anything. I just took a look at the scenery to relax and practice my martial arts."

Bei Yi looked down at Han Ziyu's gaze. It had to be said that the black clothes modified his waist just right, and it was clear that there was something strange about that place.

"Do you know what is the crime of having a secret meeting with a female nun in the middle of the night?"

Bei Yi's arms hung by his side, his head lowered, and his voice trembled slightly: "Master, Master, disciple, we all have secret meetings with female cultivators."

Fortunately, the situation finally calmed down. Bei Yi burst into tears immediately after seeing the situation: "Master slandered this disciple, and this disciple feels aggrieved."

Han Ziyu took a closer look. Could it be that it was an illusion just now? He clearly saw Bei Yi's... Could it be that he had mastered the art of purifying the mind to such an extent that he actually had evil intentions towards a disciple and could think of a disciple so badly? , just now, just now, he imagined that place... If, if Bei Yi knew, what would he think of his master?

"Get lost!" Han Ziyu said and immediately flew away.

Bei Yi took a breath and relaxed all over. He was not interested in continuing. He arranged his clothes and left the valley.

Back at Baishui Palace, Bei Yi ran into the kitchen and made a bowl of porridge.

"咚咚-"

"Enter."

Bei Yi walked in with white porridge: "Master is still making spiritual weapons?"

"Ah."

"By the way, where is the mushroom spiritual weapon that my disciple gave you last time?"

"Smashed."

Bei Yi pursed his lips: "Master, don't you like it?"

"The shape is very ugly and it moves endlessly."

Bei Yi almost couldn't hold back his laughter: "By the way, Master, how did we deal with the corpses we encountered in the inn on our way to Poison Valley?"

"Elder Shiji has arranged for people to bury all the bodies on the spot."

"Is this all Wang Zhao's plan?"

The words have been spoken and it is too late to take them back.

"Well, he has been crazy for a long time. The female ghost in red you met at the inn was arranged by him. I don't know what the purpose is. Everything that happened in Poison Valley was directed and acted by him."

"Master, are you sad?"

Bei Yi stared at Han Ziyu seriously, trying to see any trace of sadness and loss in his expression, but could see nothing.

After a long time, Bei Yi heard him say something

"Ah."

Bei Yi thought he heard wrongly. Would he really be sad?

"Master, don't be too sad. He is not worthy of your sadness and tears. Wang Zhao is too despicable. He dares to take advantage of you. He is not worthy of your sadness. If it weren't for your powerful skills, we would all be dead."

Han Ziyu lowered his eyes, the corners of his eyes seemed a little moist, and his whole person was different from usual.

Bei Yi shut up and didn't dare to say another word. This man wouldn't cry anymore.

"Master, are you hungry? Come and have a bowl of porridge. You haven't eaten for a day."

Seeing that Han Ziyu didn't respond, Bei Yi felt a little flustered. Was he really crying? Bei Yi didn't dare to look back, he couldn't bear to see him cry.

"Put it there, I just finished a bowl."

Hearing that the voice was normal, Bei Yi turned around.

He actually forgot that he had just asked Xi Qing to leave a bowl for Han Ziyu in the evening.

"Master, wait until you are hungry before you drink. In fact, friends work both ways. He cannot be called a friend. Don't be sad. You still have us disciples."

"Well, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah." Bei Yi replied.

"Go and rest."

"Master, what artifact did Wang Zhao use to drain your spiritual power that day?" Bei Yi took a step closer. Could it be that Wang Zhao used the spiritual lamp he used in his previous life?

"I don't know." Han Ziyu glared at the young man in front of him.

Han Ziyu is lacking in spiritual power at this moment, so if he is sure to win by killing him at this moment.

"Master, does your injury still hurt? Disciple, please change your dressing."

Before Han Ziyu could refuse, he had already opened the cabinet on the side and took out the medicine box.

Bei Yi approached step by step, holding a short dagger in his hand. As long as he inserted the dagger into Han Ziyu's chest, he would die and Xiao Lin would never be in danger again in this life.

With the medicine box as cover, Bei Yi held the dagger tightly with one hand. As long as Han Ziyu kills you, I can be with the master in this life. Han Ziyu, don’t blame me for being cruel. You also killed Xiao Lin in the previous life. Without taking my feelings into consideration, just pay off the sins of the past life in this life.

Han Ziyu's muscular fingers gently peeled off his clothes, revealing the horrific wound on his left shoulder, leaving a bloody hole. Bei Yi's raised hand slowly lowered it.

"I'll do it, Master." Bei Yi took out the wound medicine given by Wang Ruonan and poured it on the bleeding hole. The blood immediately swallowed up the white medicine powder. He remembered that the last time he helped Han Ziyu treat his shoulder injury, he didn't have it. It's so serious. This person really doesn't know how to take care of himself, and he actually made himself like this. This injury is obviously caused by him digging up carrion himself.

"Does it hurt?" Bei Yi picked up the fine cloth on the side and bandaged the wound, then took out the dagger from his arms.

Han Ziyu tilted his head, and a bright light flashed: "What are you doing?"

Bei Yi's hand holding the dagger paused: "Disciple, I didn't find the scissors. This fine cloth is a bit long. Use this dagger to cut it."

Bei Yi's face turned pale as she looked at him. This man was so good at pretending that he was sweating all over and gritted his teeth and refused to say it hurt.

After bandaging, Bei Yi clenched the dagger and stabbed Han Ziyu fiercely. Just as he was about to touch his neck, Bei Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Fuck me!" Bei Yi covered his mouth.

Han Ziyu was sprayed with blood, and even his white clothes were stained with blood: "Are you injured?"

Bei Yi fell to the ground with a thud. He forgot that he couldn't kill him in his previous life. Even Mo Chen's sword refused to kill Zi Yu. It was a ghost.

Han Ziyu looked at the young man who fell on the ground, put on his clothes, helped Bei Yi and carried him to the side hall. He was obviously fine just now, but why did he suddenly vomit blood and fall to the ground unconscious. Han Ziyu checked his spiritual power and found that there was nothing serious. He would ask Xiao Qi to come and take a look at him tomorrow.

"If you dare to hurt him even a little bit in this life, your tendons and veins will be severed, and you will die badly!"

Who, who the hell wanted to die, dared to curse him.

"If you dare to hurt him at all in this life, your spiritual power will be scattered and you will vomit blood and die!"

Bei Yi was in the heavy fog, and these two sentences were repeated in his ears.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and my breathing is getting tighter and tighter.

"Junior brother, Ayi, wake up."

Bei Yi opened his eyes, and it turned out that it was just a dream. Fortunately, it was just a dream. Death from vomiting blood or a bad death was none of his business.

"Ayi, your energy and blood flowed back yesterday and you vomited a lot of blood." Wang Ruonan grabbed Bei Yi's arm.

Bei Yi felt very uncomfortable being caught by her: "I'm fine, senior sister."

"Master said that you are suffering from symptoms caused by being possessed by evil spirits. I have given you medicine and you will need to take good care of yourself for two days."

Bei Yi looked at her slightly haggard look, which was quite distressing. After not seeing her for just one day, the senior sister actually had dark circles under her eyes, and her eyes were red and swollen.