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

Bei Yi looked at the sallow and thin child in front of him, stepped forward and gave the child a few pieces of cake.

The boy ate it hungrily: "Thank you, you are a good person."

Bei Yi stopped and looked down at the child beside him: "You say I am a good person?"

"On the way, no one was willing to give me a mouthful of food. You were the only one willing to give me something to stutter. You must be a good person." The child choked, "You, you, you must be a good person."

Bei Yi staggered forward, and someone actually said that he was a good person. Impossible, impossible!

Bei Yi turned back again. He didn't want people in this world to have any beautiful illusions about life: "Do you know what a good person is? Look at my clothes. I have plenty of money and plenty of food. See you soon. I'm starving to death, do you understand if I take pity on you and give you charity?"

"Thank you, thank you." The child finally swallowed the piece of osmanthus cake. It was very sweet and delicious. He eagerly ate another piece, for fear that someone would snatch it from him.

"You are so damn stupid. This world is extremely dirty. There are no good people. Do you know that there are no good people?" Bei Yi pinched the child's dirty face, "Do you know?"

The child swallowed the mouthful of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and said, "But you are really a good person."

Bei Yi's eyes were red. He once thought that everything in the world was beautiful. He also thought that the suffering he suffered at Liu Zhixian's home would be over. He also wanted to reconcile with the world, but in the end, it turned out to be him. His mother died tragically, and he was beaten until his whole body was covered with ulcers. If Xiao Lin hadn't saved his life and brought him to the top of Wangya, he would have died long ago. He once thought that a beautiful person like Xiao Lin would be admired by the world. In the end, during the battle between the ten sects, everyone pointed the finger at his favorite master, Xiao Lin. He watched Han Ziyu kill Han Ziyu with his own eyes. How could he not hate the man he loved most? How could he not hate him.

He hates everyone in the world, hates Han Ziyu, and hates the ten sects. He wants to kill all the hypocritical cultivating sects, let the world be shrouded in evil, and let the world see how hypocritical and dirty people's hearts really are.

Go to hell for me! !

"I tell you, there is no good person in this world. In order to survive, everyone exchanges children and eats each other. In order to survive, the magistrate abandons an entire county of people and runs away with food and grass. The current emperor of the human world even abandons you refugees. The plague Hengxing, no one cares about your life and death. You are not a good person. There are no good people, and I am not a good person either. Do you hear me clearly? Do you hear me clearly?" Bei Yi roared and shouted.

The child stared blankly at the man in front of him: "Brother, I, I'm going to bury my mother-in-law. Thank you for giving me food."

Bei Yi stared blankly at the child in front of him. His mother's body was wrapped in a straw mat and exuded a stench, with maggots crawling out.

The child squatted down and tightened the rope on the straw mat, for fear that her mother would fall off.

Bei Yi turned sideways and watched the child dragging his mother's body away with great effort.

Mo Chen called out and carried the struggling boy and his mother's body through the deep mountains and old forests, and finally landed in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Mo Chen dug a grave, and the boy dragged his mother's body and buried it in it.

"Thank you, big brother."

Bei Yi called Mo Chen back, threw a bag of silver to the child, and left with his sword.

The child kowtowed in the direction he left.

Bei Yi came to Baishui Palace and walked around the courtyard. He wanted to see if the man was dead. After hesitating for a long time, he sat by the lotus pond.

Winter is about to come, and the remaining lotuses and willows look very depressed, just like his heart, lonely and desolate.

He pulled out a rotten lotus in the lotus pond and sniffed the remaining fragrance.

He suddenly missed the past. When he was a young man and Xiao Lin's disciple, he lived a very happy life, but now he can never go back.

People will eventually grow up, this is just the price of growth, but the price for him is too high, his lover is dead, and he lives like a puppet.

He held the withered lotus stem and scratched randomly on the cobblestones, writing Xiao Lin's name. As he wrote, he wrote the three characters "Han Ziyu".

Bei Yi covered his chest. For some reason, his heart ached. The pain made him unable to breathe. He didn't understand why he couldn't kill that man, refused to see him die, couldn't bear his death, and couldn't touch him at all. , even Mo Chenjian, who is one with his own blood, refused to treat Ziyu in the slightest.

Why is this so?

Bei Yi turned his head and looked at the closed door behind him. The moonlight shone in the lotus pond of Baishui Palace and shone in his eyes.

He stood up and moved around, trying to push the door in and see if the man was dead. He kept trying to decide whether he was dead or not.

He put his hands on the door and window, unable to push the door open for a long time.

Han Ziyu was lying on the bed inside the door, with a thick white cloth wrapped around his thin white neck. He stared at the moon outside the window until a figure outside the door pulled into the room and cast it beside the bed. He turned his head and looked at the figure outside the door, and the scene in his mind came to mind when the man stood outside the window many years ago, shamelessly insisting on pushing the door in.

Han Ziyu turned his head, huddled and turned his back to the door. He could never go back to the past. Now he only had a useless body. It was painful to live and unable to die.

It wasn't until the figure outside the door got further and further away that Han Ziyu turned around, looked at the wooden door, and looked at his retreating figure.

Bei Yi held the withered lotus stem in his hand and flew to the valley at the top of Wangya. He came to the banana tree. The banana leaves were also withered. He broke off a few withered leaves and spread them on the grass. Here This is where he and Han Ziyu became obsessed...

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It was noon on the second day when Bei Yi woke up, and Xu Yifeng was sitting on one side mixing medicine.

He opened his eyes and closed them again. If Xu Yifeng hadn't been there, he would have thought that he had returned to the damn underworld.

"Are you awake?" Xu Yifeng turned to look at Bei Yi on the bed.

"Ah."

"You are very weak and your energy and blood are flowing backward. Although Elder Lu Yao said that you were suffering from the sequelae of being possessed by an evil spirit a while ago, I don't think so." Xu Yifeng grasped Bei Yi's pulse.

Bei Yi felt a little guilty. He was afraid that his identity would be discovered: "It should be fine."

Bei Yi pulled his hand back.

Xu Yifeng smiled: "You have been cursed. There is no solution to this curse."

"Curse? Blood curse?"

Xu Yifeng said: "Probably not. Blood curses generally use human blood as a primer, and they can only last for a period of time. After the time, blood needs to be replenished to maintain the spell."

Bei Yi had cast a blood curse on Han Ziyu in his previous life, in order to make him obedient in bed. The blood curse is a good thing. In the year when the blood curse was placed, Han Ziyu never disobeyed him again, and even obeyed him on the bed.

"Ah."

"I have never seen this curse of yours before. It's too weird."

Could it be that it was because of this curse that he couldn't catch cold Zi Yu at all? Then how to explain the artifact Mo Chen in his previous life? Although Mo Chen is one with his blood, it is a artifact after all. How could Mo Chen also be cursed?

Bei Yi asked: "Is there any spell that can be cast on the artifact?"

"Never heard of it."

"If you haven't heard of it, then that means there is one?"

Xu Yifeng turned around and picked up the decoction on the side: "I don't know."

Bei Yi took the soup and drank it: "Thank you, Mr. Xu."

"You are welcome."

After Xu Yifeng left, he lay on the bed, and the past became more and more clear. He had never thought about the past in the six hundred years in the underworld, but now that he was reborn, he felt more and more uncomfortable, and he always felt that something was a little weird.