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

"Looking at your stupid talent, you won't be able to learn the whip for a while." Han Ziyu put away Li Xuan.

"Since there is nothing else to do, disciple, please leave first." Bei Yi hurriedly bowed and wanted to leave.

But Xi Qing walked over quickly: "Master, do you still have morning classes today? All the disciples are already waiting."

Xi Qing was not surprised to see Bei Yi's dark face. When he looked up and saw Han Ziyu's face painted like a tiger, his eyes shone and he was so surprised that he didn't know whether to close his mouth or not.

"Teacher, Master?"

Han Ziyu asked in confusion: "Are you my direct disciple?"

"I am Xi Qing, an inner disciple of Master." Xi Qing looked at Bei Yi.

Bei Yi spread his hands and said, "Master lost his memory when he and Mr. Xu changed bodies."

Xi Qing said, "Are you still going to class this morning?"

"Let senior brother take over."

Xi Qing saw the situation and left quickly.

Bei Yi looked helplessly at Han Ziyu beside him. Although amnesia was a minor matter, the young Han Ziyu was too difficult to deal with.

Bei Yi finally made Han Ziyu happy all morning. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped him again: "You, wash my clothes."

Bei Yi was stunned, extremely helpless, and asked him to wash clothes again. Last time he asked this man to wash clothes, but now he has lost his memory and asked him to wash clothes: "You don't know how to wash clothes?"

"will not!"

"I do not know either."

"Then I'll ask senior brother to wash it."

Bei Yi had a sad look on his face, and it was his senior brother and his senior brother: "I'm going to wash, I'll go and wash now."

Han Ziyu sat on the bed with clasped fists, took off a white shirt, then picked up a pile of clothes and handed them to Bei Yi: "These need to be washed."

"Okay, wash it." This man is really lazy and has saved a bunch of clothes. He is so lazy that he wears white clothes and green clothes, and only wears some clothes that are not easy to wash.

Bei Yi carried a pile of clothes to the backyard, held a wooden basin, and banged it with a clapper.

After washing for a whole morning, the washing was almost finished, but he pulled out a few pairs of trousers from under a pile of clothes. Bei Yi pinched the edge of the trousers, and there was still a faint scent of lotus on them.

"Hey, I was born once, and I was reduced to washing his obscene pants. It's so embarrassing!"

After washing, I hung it to dry on the rope beside me. I could hear the tinkling sound in the front yard and a few wisps of smoke rising into the sky.

Bei Yi put down the wooden basin and ran to the front yard immediately. Is this man going to burn down the house?

"What are you doing?"

Han Ziyu wiped the pot ashes on his face: "Cooking."

Bei Yi picked up Han Ziyu with contempt on his face: "Oh my God, you are not starting a fire, you are trying to burn down the house."

Bei Yi immediately raised a bucket of water to pour on the fire and pulled Han Ziyu out of the kitchen: "If you don't know, don't do it. If it catches fire, people will die. Do you know?"

Han Ziyu stretched out his hand: "I have the spiritual power to put out the fire."

Bei Yi was about to vomit blood: "You can't light a fire randomly if you have one. Can you light a fire in a pile of firewood? No, you have to put the firewood under the stove."

Han Ziyu nodded in understanding.

"Okay, go wash your face and rest, I'll do it for you."

Bei Yi pushed the person away and walked into the kitchen to clear the pile of firewood.

I made a pot of noodles, kneaded them for a long time, and rolled out the dough. I held the kitchen knife in my rough hand and made a few cuts, and the noodles took shape.

Beiyi sprinkled some dry noodles to prevent them from sticking.

He boiled the water and started cooking noodles. The gurgling mist of water hit Bei Yi's face. He lifted the lid of the pot, took out the noodles, and poured them into the cold water.

Cut the pork slices on the side into slices, add them to the pot and stir-fry them until cooked through. Then cook some green vegetables, stir-fry some peanuts and bean sprouts, and finally boil some spicy oil.

On the side of the white wide noodles, put fat and tender bean sprouts, add a few slices of green vegetables, a fried egg, sliced ​​meat and peanuts. Then pour hot spicy oil on it, and a bowl of oil-splashed noodles is ready.

Bei Yi took two bowls and walked towards the house.

"Master, it's time to eat."

Han Ziyu was sitting in the inner room, combing her hair. She turned around and looked at Bei Yi's sweaty appearance and said, "What is it? It smells so good."

Bei Yi smiled and said, "Spread oil on the noodles."

Han Ziyu stopped combing her hair and immediately walked to the table: "Oil noodles?"

"Ah."

Bei Yi remembered that in his previous life, Han Ziyu loved to eat this kind of noodles, and he would eat them for several days. It was rare that he could like this food so much. In order to please Han Ziyu, he personally learned how to make fried noodles for him.

To please him? Probably not.

……

"Your Majesty, Lord Hanxian is on hunger strike."

Bei Yi was practicing the magic of the demon realm. The blood bottle condensed with the blood of hundreds of people was emitting a fishy smell, and the body of the bottle was filled with black energy.

Li Linfu took a step forward and said: "Your Majesty, Lord Hanxian is here. He has not eaten for three days."

Bei Yi suddenly opened his eyes: "Then let him live without grain."

Li Linfu said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, Bigu can only be learned when you first practice the technique. Han Xianzun has already passed that age. If you don't eat for three days, you will starve to death."

"If you like it or not, come and tell me when you are about to die."

Bei Yi held the blood bottle, and the black energy from the bottle flowed towards his inner energy. He raised his head to absorb the energy from the demonic realm.

This is the spiritual energy he captured by killing hundreds of monks and then went to the realm of the Demon Realm to demonize this spiritual energy. This time, he can absorb the evil energy and increase his strength.

After Bei Yi absorbed the demonic energy, he put the bottle in his arms and flew out of the hall to go to Yingtan Peak.

Lin Yuetan immediately knelt on the ground when she saw the person coming: "Husband, husband, you are willing to come and see Yue'er. Yue'er, Yue'er is really happy."

Bei Yi bent down and pinched Lin Yueqin's neck, tightening his hand tighter and tighter: "Who told you to touch him?"

Lin Yuetin was out of breath and her eyes were red: "I, I, I am, for, for my husband, cough cough cough."

Bei Yi suddenly let go of his hand and threw Lin Yuetan to the cold ground with a flick of his sleeve: "For me?"

Lin Yuetan crawled towards Bei Yi and hugged Bei Yi's legs: "Sister, sister, he tried to escape many times and ruined my husband's career every time. I, I do it for my husband's sake."

Bei Yi laughed loudly: "Think about me, think about me, you should know that if you touch him, you will cut off one of his fingers. When I am not here, you will send people to humiliate him, try to destroy him, and even have his fingers cut off." Damn it, Lin Yuetan really looks down on you,"

Lin Yueqin slapped herself wildly: "Husband, husband, Yue'er knows I'm wrong, Yue'er knows I'm wrong, Yue'er doesn't dare to do it anymore, Yue'er doesn't know, I don't know that my husband loves my sister so much, Yue'er doesn't dare to do it anymore. , I don’t dare to do it anymore, I beg my husband, I beg my husband to let Yue’er go.”

Bei Yi called out Mo Chen: "Lin Yuetan, I provide you with delicious food and drink. What kind of jade and jewelry are missing from you? What do you want that I don't give you?"

Lin Yuetin raised her head and smiled crazily: "I am a woman, I am a woman, what I want is a husband, a husband who loves me and loves me. You don't love me at all, you don't love me, you don't love me , I am just a substitute, that, a substitute for Xiao Lin who died long ago, ah ha ha ha, ah ha ha ha, yes, I am jealous, I envy, I hate, I hate people named Han, why, Why, even though I look like the dead Xiao Lin, do you prefer him and love him? Why, even though I look the most like Xiao Lin, you refuse to sleep with me? "

"You? You dare to say that you look like Xiao Lin, except for this face, you look nothing like a dirty whore!" Bei Yi held Mo Chen in his hand, and Mo Chen waved his hand, blood splattered everywhere.