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

Bei Yi walked into the house and looked at the dying person on the bed. Do you really want to leave me? Do you really want to leave me? I don’t want to, you have to die by my side!

After two days and two nights, the person on the bed woke up.

Bei Yi looked at the person on the bed in fear: "Are you hungry? There is your favorite spicy food on the table."

No one responded.

"The rations have been returned, so feel free to eat them. I bought them from somewhere else."

Han Ziyu remained unmoved.

"My words are always true. If you don't believe me, wait until you get better and go check it out yourself."

Han Ziyu got out of bed and looked at the spicy noodles on the table. He had not eaten for ten days and was feeling dizzy and his cheeks were thin.

After pouring a bowl of oil on noodles, Han Ziyu vomited out half of the bowl.

Bei Yi scrubbed him: "Han Ziyu, sometimes I really want to kill you."

Han Ziyu pushed Bei Yi away and sat on the bed alone, looking at the lonely bird outside the window.

When Bei Yi didn't get any response, he was furious. He stepped forward and grabbed Han Ziyu's arm, bringing him into his arms: "Why, you won't even touch her?"

Han Ziyu raised his head.

Bei Yi tore his clothes to pieces and tortured him again and again while he was weak. It wasn't until Han Ziyu passed out that he took him into his arms.

His fingers touched Han Ziyu's eyebrows and the scar on his right face. It was healed now, and his neck was bandaged layer by layer.

Han Ziyu, I will never let you go. You can never leave me.

……

"You don't want to eat?"

Bei Yi came back to his senses and looked at Han Ziyu in front of him. He remembered that the dreams he had in a coma when he regained his position as an inner disciple last month were somewhat inconsistent with his memory. He had not yet begun to investigate the things he was determined to investigate. , it’s better to take advantage of Han Ziyu’s mental disorder and investigate in his Whitewater Palace to find out why he moved into the Whitewater Palace. The first person to live in the Whitewater Palace in his previous life was Xiao Lin. Check out the lotus pond in the Whitewater Palace. When was it built?

"I made them all for you." Bei Yi smiled.

But what is the purpose of checking these things, to prove something, to prove that Xiao Lin was not killed by him in his previous life?

In anger, Bei Yi took out the dagger in his arms and killed Han Ziyu while he was still nine years old and didn't know how to guard against others!

He stood aside and watched Han Ziyu eat two whole bowls of noodles. He ate as deliciously as in his previous life.

"Master, let me tie your hair," Bei Yi said.

Han Ziyu did not refuse. His hair was now a mess, and he had not combed it properly even after combing it for a long time.

Bei Yi picked up the wooden comb on the side and combed his hair. It had to be said that Han Ziyu's hair was dark, thick, and very smooth. There was a faint fragrance of lotus leaves after it dispersed. I don't know where the fragrance came from on this person. , I had never seen him take a bath with lotus flowers in his previous life, but for some reason there was a fragrance of lotus leaves.

The hand holding the dagger stabbed Han Ziyu, and as expected, another mouthful of blood was about to spurt out.

Bei Yi covered his mouth and swallowed the blood. He couldn't believe why he spurted blood as soon as he tried to kill him.

He picked up the dagger and stabbed it again. Before the dagger touched Han Ziyu's hair, a mouthful of blood came out from Bei Yi. He put away the dagger, swallowed the blood, and wiped it on his dark robe. Wiping the blood on his hands, he quickly combed Han Ziyu's hair.

Just turned around.

boom--

Han Ziyu was stunned. This person was not well just now. Why did he suddenly fall to the ground and become unconscious: "Hello, hello?"

……

"Han Ziyu, why don't you listen to me? Why?" Bei Yi grabbed the person on the bed.

Only one day later, he opened his own wound again, and the bed was covered with blood. Bei Yi's hands were sticky and stained with blood, and there were blood flowers blooming on the white bed curtain.

"Why do you want to leave me? I said that I will not let you go even if I die!"

Bei Yi hugged the person on the bed tightly and carefully put clothes on him. His soft body was like a fish in the water. He was a person who wanted to live in pure white water.

Bei Yi just wasn't what he wanted. The more this person pretended to be as noble as Fu Rui, the more he wanted to drag him to hell and make him dirty, like a corpse rotting in a mass grave. Only in this way can he be worthy of staying by his side.

At this moment, he could watch his life force passing away little by little, like a lotus flower in late autumn, swaying in the wind and falling off its petals, but Bei Yi couldn't bear it anymore.

Bei Yi stroked his face, and there were streaks of blood on his originally fair face: "Han Ziyu, you can't die."

Bei Yi used demonic energy to heal his injuries.

When Li Linfu arrived, Han Ziyu had already lost his breath: "Your Majesty, Han Xianzun, already, no longer breathing."

Bei Yi's forehead had bulging veins, his eyes were bloodshot, and his fingers were all stained with blood: "Say one more thing!"

Li Linfu carefully stepped forward to check. Han Xianzun's exposed chest was covered with bruises and bite marks. There were two deep blood marks on the delicate neck. Li Linfu gently touched Han Ziyu's neck: " No, no breathing."

Bei Yi checked his breathing: "Han! Zi! Yu! If you dare to die, I will kill your disciples!"

Bei Yi released the demonic energy. It was said that the demonic energy could resurrect the dead. He wanted him to live. Halfway through the release of the demonic energy, Bei Yi stopped. He was originally going to use this demonic energy to resurrect Xiao Lin. How could he use it to resurrect Xiao Lin? Come to resurrect Han Ziyu.

After all the demonic energy was released, Han Ziyu, who was breathless, slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the crazy Bei Yi in front of him with disgust: "Why save me? It's just a life for a life. You want to avenge Xiao Lin, don't you?" ?"

Bei Yi tied up his clothes in a panic and stumbled away. He didn't dare to take another look at Han Ziyu. His eyes were so destructive that Bei Yi didn't dare to take another look.

When Yu Mochen left the top of Wangya and came to the foot of the mountain, the world was already in chaos.

A child dragged his dead mother forward.

Bei Yi followed behind, watching the child struggling to hold his mother.

The child turned to look at Bei Yi: "Is there anything to eat?"

Bei Yi looked at the young man in front of him and remembered that when he was young, his mother was sold to a brothel by his biological father, and he was even sold to a wealthy family to do hard labor.

During those years, he was treated like an animal in the magistrate's home, played with like maggots by the magistrate's son, lived in a horse pen, ate pig food, and had whip marks all over his body.

Liu Zhixian was not a good person. He fooled around in the brothel every day, and one day he brought home a girl from the brothel.

"Have you heard that the master wants to take a concubine? I heard that this concubine is a girl from a brothel."

"Can a brothel girl take it home?"

"I happened to see that brothel girl a while ago. She was very beautiful."

"You have forgotten that the eldest lady just climbed into the master's bed with Xiao Cui sinking into the lake a while ago. I am afraid that this young lady who has not yet entered the house will not survive for a month."

Bei Yi was washing the porridge beside him. Hearing the words of the maid, he felt quite uncomfortable in his heart. No matter how miserable he was, how could he live a miserable life?

That day when he entered the concubine's room, he really saw his mother, whom he had not seen for two years.

Bei Yi didn't dare to step forward and call, he only watched from a distance, watching his mother marry the magistrate from a distance.

In Zhou County, it was shocking for a county magistrate to marry a brothel girl, not to mention that the scene was a little more solemn, everyone else said what they said, and the mistress of the house even turned into a donkey-like face.