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

Han Ziyu rolled up five paintings, as if he had found some treasure. He took off the hair tie from his head and tied it to the paintings and then tied it to his belt.

The black hair was scattered, and the dim light reflected on his face. Bei Yi looked a little dumbfounded. The different emotions that the five paintings made him feel were growing wantonly in the darkness. His breath, the fragrance on his body , always reminding Bei Yi that his body is emotional.

Bei Yi turned around and calmed down and said: "Master, if you don't sleep late at night, what are you doing here?"

"I'm bored, find some books to read." Han Ziyu extinguished the sparks in his palms with relief after seeing that the five paintings had been tied to his waist and would not fall off.

"Since we're bored, how about I take Master to play at the foot of the mountain?"

Unable to adapt to the dark environment for a moment, Bei Yi took a step forward and stepped on Han Ziyu's foot. The two of them fell backwards. Bei Yi quickly grabbed Han Ziyu's waist and pulled her into his arms. He pulled Han Ziyu into his arms with his other hand. Living on a bookcase, balancing in an extremely weird posture.

Damn it, an old demon king who has lived for more than six hundred years has a nine-year-old mind on his body.

Bei Yi couldn't help but cursed himself in his heart: Being old and disrespectful, don't be old-faced.

It reminded him that when he was in the underworld, some old ghosts who had been dead for hundreds of years were unable to grow flowers from the other side, so they stayed in the underworld to cause trouble and molested women from good families who had just entered the underworld.

What is the difference between myself and that disgusting old ghost in the underworld?

But, but, he smells really good.

Han Ziyu steadied herself and grabbed Bei Yi's chest: "Don't you have eyes when you walk?"

Bei Yi turned his head. Han Ziyu's hot breath sprayed on his neck, which really made him uncomfortable: "I'm sorry."

Han Ziyu pushed Bei Yi away: "Grow some eyes."

Bei Yi fell to the ground with such a push, and dust flew everywhere the moment he hit him.

With a bang, Bei Yi felt a dull pain in his recently healed shoulder. The pain covered up his other emotions and suppressed the enthusiasm that was about to burst out in his heart.

"Disciple just now, just now I was dazzled."

Han Ziyu turned around and said, "Yeah, I know, I'm getting blinded and deafened by my age."

Bei Yi was heartbroken. He had only lived for more than six hundred years, and his current body was only 15 years old. How old was he?

The master and the apprentice hurried down the mountain before the mountain ban and came to the valley.

Bei Yi took Han Ziyu's hand, took off his robe and put it on him: "It's cold."

Han Ziyu didn't refuse. He walked around the valley and came to the banana tree: "This banana tree looks very familiar."

"Really?"

The more Han Ziyu thought about it, the more familiar it felt. After thinking about it, he untied the hair tie tied at his waist, unfolded the five paintings and found one of them: "This is right here. Is this what is painted in this painting?"

Bei Yi touched his nose and raised his head to look at Han Ziyu's innocent gaze: "Yes."

"Who is the person painted in the painting?"

"Well, this is a generation of demon kings, also known as the Nine Kings in the underworld." Bei Yi pointed at the painting of himself in his previous life.

Han Ziyu pouted and was very puzzled: "There is still a demon king in this world. Will the ten sects destroy him?"

Bei Yi sighed softly: "Well, it's just my imagination, so don't take it seriously."

"Then who is this person?"

Bei Yi glanced at Han Ziyu's serious look: "Well, she is the Demon Lord's wife."

Han Ziyu, who has a nine-year-old mind, was confused: "Can a man get married to a man?"

Bei Yi thought of that ridiculous marriage. In order to marry him and humiliate him, he let him enter the door with Lin Yuetan.

"Why not? There are always more solutions than problems, not to mention that I married you in my previous life." The word "you" sounded as soft as the sound of a mosquito flapping, and could not be heard at all unless it was pressed against his lips.

"Ah?" Han Ziyu rolled up the scroll.

"I said, why don't this Demon Lord marry this Immortal Lord?" Bei Yi stood on tiptoe and rubbed the withered grass beside him.

"Then they both live happily?"

"Fortunately."

Bei Yi felt a pain in his heart. Was he happy in his previous life? If he wasn't happy, he would torture each other and fight to the death. In the end, that person really died. For the sake of the righteousness of the world, for the sake of the common people, he died in his arms and died little by little.

Han Ziyu was very surprised. She was already surprised when she heard that men could fall in love with other men. Now she heard that men could marry each other. This was like a bolt from the blue to the nine-year-old Han Ziyu.

Bei Yi took out the materials for making Kongming lanterns that he bought on the Poison Valley Road a few days ago from his space bag.

"Master, will you let go of the Kongming Lantern?"

"what?"

Bei Yi used his mental skills to summon Qing Qing.

Su Qing came out of the space bag leisurely, holding a pile of messy materials with a dissatisfied look on his face: "Master."

Bei Yi immediately covered his mouth: "Hurry in before Han Ziyu sees you."

Suqing curled his lips and said, "You forget your friends when you see sex."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't know where Su Qingfei went.

Han Ziyu had just been admiring the moon and was mesmerized when he heard someone else's voice behind him and turned towards Bei Yi: "Did you hear anyone talking?"

Bei Yi held a pile of materials: "No."

"What is this?"

"Materials for making sky lanterns."

"What is the Kongming Lantern?"

Today, Han Ziyu is like a curious baby, always asking why for everything. Bei Yi also has a lot of patience.

"Well, it's a kind of lamp that can lift into the sky, used to pray for blessings and make wishes." Bei Yi took the bamboo strips and used his spiritual power to carve out the shape.

Han Ziyu was peeling bamboo strips following his example.

The two took the white paper and folded it again.

"Master, you can write your wishes on it." Bei Yi handed him the brush he stole from the library.

Han Ziyu hesitated for a long time and wrote: "May the prosperous world be peaceful, the world prosperous, and the beauty last forever."

Bei Yi snatched the brush from Han Ziyu's hand and wrote: "May the human world be peaceful and be loved by me."

The two made the Kongming Lantern and lit the candles. The Kongming Lantern slowly rose from the ground and swayed with the breeze.

A gust of wind blew, and a Kongming lantern swayed toward the pool in the direction of the wind.

Bei Yi jumped into the pool with a splash, raised the Kongming Lantern that was about to enter the water, and walked towards the shore: "Master, your lantern is still alive."

Han Ziyu looked at the young man in front of him silently: "Pray for blessings."

The two stood under the banana tree with their eyes closed and prayed to God.

Bei Yi opened one eye and secretly glanced at Han Ziyu beside him.

They accidentally looked at each other.

"Teacher, Master?"

Bei Yi felt that this man's temperament had changed, as if he was no longer the nine-year-old Han Ziyu.

Han Ziyu's eyes were cold: "It's getting late, go back."

Bei Yi heard his cold tone and knew that this person had regained his memory: "Well, at this time, I'm afraid he has already been banned."

Han Ziyu turned around and glared at the young man behind him: "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Bei Yi frowned, with an aggrieved look on his face. You obviously agreed to it when you were nine years old, but you still come to blame me. In the past few days, I have washed your clothes, made noodles, painted for you, and taken you down the mountain. Damn, you actually dare to hurt me!

"Master, you said you couldn't sleep, so you came down to play for a while."

Han Ziyu stood under the banana tree with a look of deep hatred on his face.

Bei Yi touched his head and smiled like a pitiful puppy: "How about staying in an inn outside the mountain for one night?"

The person behind him was silent, and Bei Yi thought that he must have silently agreed.

The two faced the autumn wind. Bei Yi walked in front and shivered. His robe was still draped on Han Ziyu. The man looked like a ferocious tiger. He did not dare to ask for the dark robe.

The cold made him sneeze one after another.

"I don't even wear a robe in the middle of the night. Let's freeze." Han Ziyu walked forward quietly.

Bei Yi pointed at Han Ziyu's shoulder: "The outer robe is here, on the master's body."

Han Ziyu's face turned cold, and with a wave of spiritual power, his robe was thrown on Bei Yi's back.

The two of them walked forward awkwardly. Under the moonlight, Bei Yi watched the two figures gradually overlap. He became more playful and walked slower and slower behind Han Ziyu, stepping on his shadow's head.

"I will trample you to death, trample you to death, trample you to death! I was your husband in the previous life, and you obeyed my words. In this life, I am reduced to looking at your face..."

"What are you talking about?" Han Ziyu asked.

Bei Yi quickly moved away and caught up with Han Ziyu: "No, the disciple didn't say anything."

"Whose expression are you looking at?" Han Ziyu lowered his head and looked at the cautious disciple in front of him.

Bei Yi said awkwardly: "Disciple read a story a few days ago, and I just suddenly remembered it. I thought it was ridiculous. Master, would you like to listen to it."

"Um"

"A few days ago, I read a story book. The story written in it is so touching that it makes people cry. No, no, no, it's horrifying. No, no, no, it's, um, it makes people's hair stand on end." Bei Yi scratched his head. How can I describe the story of the past and present life? How can I use it as creepy? Damn it, I really can’t think of a good way to describe it.

"Too much nonsense, let's get straight to the point."

Bei Yi looked at the people next to him with a bitter and resentful look, as if everyone owed him a few cents.

"Once upon a time, there was a person who was bullied by others since he was a child. Then one day, an Immortal Lord accepted him into the sect. He also officially got rid of the life of being bullied and became the disciple of that Immortal Lord. At first, the disciple held the Facing his master with a heart of admiration, he gradually fell in love with his master, and his master also accepted his love. When the two finally determined their hearts after going through ups and downs, his master was killed by his uncle with a sword. Death. In order to take revenge, he imprisoned his uncle beside him, married him, tortured and humiliated him. In order to resurrect his master, this man slaughtered all the people in the world, and his uncle died in his arms to stop him. Later, this man He entered the endless hell and lived in the underworld for six hundred years. One day, he was reborn in the human world. Everything was broken again. He worshiped his uncle in his previous life and wanted revenge."

Han Ziyu frowned and pinched the corners of his clothes. He seemed to feel the same thing, and even felt the pain of the uncle: "What's the end of that uncle?"

Bei Yi smiled lightly: "I lost that book before I finished reading it."

"Ah."

"Master, do you think this person is killable?"

"Poor, hateful and killable!"

Bei Yi stared at his eyes as cold as ice pools, without a trace of emotion: "Don't you have any redeeming thoughts?"

"Ah."

The smile at the corner of Bei Yi's mouth stopped instantly. He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him with a hint of bitterness: "Yes, such a hateful person should die!"

He finished speaking through gritted teeth, turned around and walked forward.