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

The person in his arms had long since lost his breath, and his white clothes were stained red with blood.

It was already dusk when Bei Yi arrived at the top of Wangya, and he gently opened the door of Baishui Palace.

Li Linfu hurriedly ran over: "Lord, your injury."

Bei Yi walked straight in, opened the door, and put the person on the bed: "Go to sleep, I will stay with you, and I will wake you up for dinner tomorrow morning."

The only sound in the quiet room was his own voice.

Bei Yi touched Han Ziyu's face, filled a basin of water with it and wiped it clean: "It's clean."

"It's dark, let's go to sleep with me."

Bei Yi opened his eyes and spent the whole night holding Han Ziyu.

He didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights, holding a corpse and muttering to himself.

"Lord, your injury."

His beard was messy, his hair was tangled, and his face was blue. He suddenly turned his head and realized that it was dawn: "It's dawn. Get up and have breakfast with me."

Li Linfu said softly: "Your Majesty, Lord Hanxian has been gone for three days. Please give me your condolences."

Only then did Bei Yi realize that Han Ziyu's body temperature was as cold as ice. His whole body was numb. He moved his legs and his blood surged back. He swallowed a mouthful of blood in his mouth and swallowed it alive. After the demonic energy dissipated, he never revived anyone again. Human ability.

Bei Yi suddenly remembered something, let go of the person in his arms, and ran towards the door on a rolling crawl. He had hidden some demonic energy in the lotus pond of Baishui Palace, and he wanted to take it out to resurrect Han Ziyu.

It was late autumn again, and the lotus had already fallen. He pulled out the dead branches and leaves, and the mud stained his hands and restricted his steps. After pulling out half of the dead branches, he slowly inserted all the dead branches back into the mud. He had to wait until the next time. The lotus flowers are in full bloom, and it will soon be the fifth year between them. He wants Han Ziyu to see the lotus trees standing tall.

Li Linfu watched from a distance in the house as the demon king in the courtyard pulled out all the lotus roots like a madman and then patiently inserted them back in little by little. He thought that the flower would not survive until the next summer.

The man in white clothes on the bed was covered in blood, just like the Han Xianzun in red he had seen on the Lord's wedding day. At that time, he couldn't figure out how the dignified Hanguang Xianzun could be so ridiculously married to a murderer. Demon Lord, but in the past four years of getting along with him, he seemed to understand that Hanxian Lord fell in love with this unkind nephew who could be described as a wolf-hearted fellow.

He really couldn't bear to look at it again, and his heart was filled with sourness at just one glance. If Lord Han Xian had not met the Demon Lord and relied on the Immortal Lord's cultivation, he should have been able to ascend to immortality soon, but the fact was always disappointing. Not only did he not become immortal Xian still ended up like this.

He hadn't left the battle at Pengxi Pavilion, but he could hear the words of others. Han Xianzun spent all his cultivation and sacrificed his soul to two artifacts to absorb all the demonic energy, and activated his inner energy to refine it with his only spiritual power. Transformed into demonic energy, the moment the demonic energy dissipated, Lord Han Xian died.

When Li Linfu heard this, the corners of his eyes were filled with soreness. Even now when he saw Lord Hanxian's body, a tear fell from his eyes. The only person in the world who still missed the Lord was dead.

He watched the crazy Bei Yi take out a jade bottle from the muddy pond and carefully wipe the mud stains on the bottle.

Bei Yi held the bottle tightly, with a hint of indifference and sadness in his eyes. He hugged himself and squatted in front of the bed: "Han Ziyu"

No one responded

He stood up and touched Han Ziyu's right cheek. The scar did not destroy the man's cold temperament at all, but made him feel more fragile.

He clutched the jade bottle tightly and pulled out the mouth of the bottle. Demonic energy lingered in Bei Yi's wrist. This was some demonic energy refined by killing hundreds of people. The demonic energy was refined by him in the Demon Realm. Anyone who came into contact with the demonic energy would People are either dead or injured.

He condensed the demonic energy and pushed it towards Han Ziyu's inner energy. The moment the demonic energy came into contact with Han Ziyu, he let go.

"Li Linfu, is he tired?"

Li Linfu bent down and approached Bei Yi cautiously: "Your Majesty, Lord Hanxian is willing to do so. You don't have to blame yourself so much."

"Is he willing?" Bei Yi pondered these words carefully, and the demonic energy exuded the smell of blood in his palms.

Bei Yi suddenly raised his head: "Are you willing to die and escape my control?"

He slowly looked back at Li Linfu, but he asked the person on the bed this question.

"Or are you willing to die to influence me?"

No one responded

Li Linfu watched with his own eyes as Bei Yi recalled the demonic energy into the jade bottle and introduced the demonic energy into his body with his blood. From then on, there was no more demonic energy in the world.

Bei Yi fell to the ground slumped and whispered softly: "Han Ziyu, I will let you go."

......

The hot spring water suddenly became hot, pulling him out of his memories. Was he really so reluctant to let go of his previous life? Bei Yi also noticed the difference between himself and his previous life, and felt about some things very differently.

Bei Yi stood up and moved his position. The water here was really hot. After moving, he realized that the water in the entire hot spring was the same, making people uncomfortable. This place shouldn't be considered a hot spring. Although it is lava water, it is made by human power. Burned.

"Master, do you want it to be hot or not?"

Han Ziyu suddenly opened his eyes, hazy with mist, and Bei Yi was stunned for a moment when he met those icy eyes. How could he know the truth of his past and present life?

"Ah."

Bei Yi moved to Han Ziyu: "Master, do you want me to ask them to cool down the water?"

When he got closer, he realized that Han Ziyu's face was red, there was a layer of sweat on his forehead, and the thin shirt on his chest had been wetted with water, outlining his perfect curves.

Bei Yi's Adam's apple moved and he pinched his thigh. Did Han Ziyu think of those five paintings or feel something strange?

"Who are the men wearing dark clothes in those paintings?"

"The disciple drew it based on the Demon Lord's book he read and added some of his own ideas."

Han Ziyu looked into the young man's sincere eyes and hummed coldly.

It was too much of a coincidence. How could he be so different from the person he saw in the illusion? Could it be that Bei Yi and himself had entered the same illusion? He couldn't open his mouth to ask this kind of question. As someone else's master, he was caught by a disciple and he was actually with a man. Together...

Bei Yi was about to get up and go find the waiter when he felt the water temperature drop again.

"Sit down, the lava water is very good for healing."

Han Ziyu exerted some spiritual power, and Bei Yi was pulled down and thrown into the water, causing splashes of water. The young man was anxious to find a fulcrum, holding on to the support he thought he had, he raised his head and shook his hair: "Master"

Han Ziyu was splashed with water droplets on his face, and he felt someone grabbed his ankle tightly: "Let go."

Bei Yi wiped the water on his face: "Huh?"

"release!"

Bei Yi was puzzled. His feet were not yet firm, and only his head was exposed. It was so funny that his center of gravity was unstable, so he had to grab the support with both hands.

The grip felt very familiar. The touch felt like Han Ziyu's calf. He immediately let go of one hand, but unexpectedly, the other hand was grabbing her foot.

Han Ziyu kicked him into the water and let him flop around randomly.

Bei Yi stood firm in the hot spring pool, found a place to sit and gasped for air, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, his collar open, water droplets dripping down along his hair, sliding down his cheeks and onto his chest.

Bei Yi raised his head and met Han Ziyu's gaze: "Master, disciple, we are temporarily unstable."

"Ah."

I thought that Han Ziyu would be so angry that he would beat him half to death. Who knew that this man was so calm? What did he just do? He grabbed Han Ziyu's calves and feet to death!