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

Stepping across the brazier, petals filled the sky, falling with the rain.

The red master of ceremonies stood in front of the two of them and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the devil, congratulations to the devil."

Bei Yi turned around and glanced at Han Ziyu, who was wearing a red cap next to him.

All the celebrities shouted: "Congratulations to the devil, congratulations to the devil."

The red master of ceremonies said: "Bow the heavens and the earth to your beloved, choose one person to live till old age, and grow old together with deep love!"

Bei Yi cast a spell, and Han Ziyu was bound by the demonic energy and worshiped the heaven and earth with him.

When bowing, Han Ziyu refused to bow his head. The evil spirit rushed over, and Han Ziyu was forced to bend down, and their heads hit each other heavily.

"Zi Yu, stop resisting. You are mine in life, and you will only be my ghost in death."

The red master of ceremonies smiled: "The three prayers have passed and the ceremony is completed. May the gods bless you!"

The stone statue emits a burst of light blue light, and the light goes towards the hands held by the two people, and a red rope falls on their wrists and is tightly wrapped around them.

After Han Ziyu broke free from the man's hand, he couldn't untie the red rope on his wrist. He was so angry that he called out Wu Ge and cut it. The red rope was extremely tough and unaffected at all.

After a while, the red rope disappeared, as if it no longer existed, but only the two of them knew in their hearts that this was a marriage sent by the gods, and the red rope meant that the two would be bound for life.

Han Ziyu froze on the spot, helpless. The restraint of the demonic energy disappeared. He was so angry that he took off the red hijab. The corners of his lips were slightly swollen. He lifted Li Xuan up into the air and headed towards Bei Yi.

Snapped--

The sound of whips mixed with thunder

Li Xuan's inverted blade unfolded, Bei Yi was caught off guard, and his soul was almost ripped away.

Lightning struck, the sky became dark, strong winds rolled against it, and dead leaves flew up.

Demonic energy permeates the air.

All the red paper figures fell to the ground limply.

Bei Yi coldly caught Li Xuan with his bare hands: "Do you hate me so much?"

Wu Ge extended from his bloodline, falling flowers were flying, and Han Ziyu rushed towards him with his sword in the midst of lightning and thunder, his red clothes flowing elegantly.

The moment the sword blade pointed at Bei Yi's chest, his hand trembled. It was clear that there was only an evil thing in front of him, so why did he feel compassion and couldn't bear to kill this person?

Bei Yi glanced bitterly at Wu Ge on his chest: "Han Ziyu, are you so eager to kill me? Do you want to stay and fly with your senior brother?"

Bei Yi grabbed Wu Ge, and the palm of his hand was cut by the sharp sword blade. The blood dripped and hit the rain, causing a layer of small ripples.

Han Ziyu avoided his gaze and Wu Ge stabbed at Bei Yi's shoulder blade.

Bei Yi stood there and smiled bitterly, the demonic energy wrapped around the two of them. He took a step closer and Wu Ge penetrated his shoulder blade. He ignored the pain and took another step closer. Wu Ge's sword blade was completely inserted into his body. He grabbed Han Zi. Yu's arms brought the person into his arms.

The blood seeped into the clothes, making the red robe even more gorgeous.

He was like a baby abandoned by the whole world. His chin rested on Han Ziyu's shoulder. He vomited a mouthful of blood, as if he didn't want the blood to stain Han Ziyu's clothes, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Bei Yi smiled bitterly, and lowered his hands to hug Han Ziyu's waist, trying to integrate the person with himself.

"Zi Yu"

No one responded to him

He turned his head and kissed the blood stain on Han Ziyu's right face. The tip of his tongue traced the wound. The evil energy seeped into the wound and the blood stain healed.

"No one can hurt you except me."

He held Han Ziyu's hands, and the demonic energy passed away, and the place where Han Zixuan's fingertips were stabbed by the coffin recovered as before.

"What you like is not me, but another person who has been reborn and lost his anger. But he is not me, Han Ziyu, you are so cruel." Bei Yi pinched Han Ziyu's chin.

Han Ziyu slapped his hand away, not knowing what he was saying: "Get away!"

Bei Yi held his waist with his left hand and used demonic energy to restrain his spiritual power. He pinched his face with his right hand and lowered his head to kiss his lips.

Even if he bit Bei Yi, he refused to let go of his lips, and blood flowed in their mouths.

The kiss left the person in front of him breathless, his face flushed, and his whole body shaking with anger, before Bei Yi let go of the hand that restrained him.

"Choose one, do you want that boy or me?"

Han Ziyu couldn't understand what he was talking nonsense at all. The dignified Hanguang Immortal was actually humiliated by evil spirits, and even got married to him.

Bei Yi's hands hung down weakly, and the blood on his chest dripped down Wu Ge. He lamented: "Han Ziyu, Han Ziyu, Han Ziyu!"

He called out three times and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I harmed you in the previous life, but I let you go in this life."

Bei Yi then vomited another mouthful of blood: "The underworld misses my old friend, but the ghost is still worried. The world is like smoke, the past cannot be traced. The lover is no longer there, and the life and death are not mutually exclusive. The child has grown old, and the old friend has not returned. Hahaha , Hahaha, my old friend is back, but it doesn’t help matters!”

Han Ziyu felt a dull pain in her chest while listening to this part of the play, her breathing was not smooth, and she had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Bloody raindrops filled the sky, and the red umbrella was shattered by lightning.

Bei Yi weakly pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, just like the smile he had when he was first married in his previous life. He took out Wu Ge from his chest and handed it to Han Ziyu: "I owe you everything in my previous life, and I will pay you back in this life."

He was about to stab Wu Ge in the heart.

Han Ziyu used his spiritual power: "Wu Ge, come back."

Wu Ge flew out of Bei Yi's hand and hid in Han Ziyu's bloodline.

Han Ziyu covered her chest: "Who are you?"

It couldn't be an evil spirit. Evil spirits wouldn't vomit blood, and they couldn't touch a divine sword like Wu Ge. What is the relationship between the person in front of me and the man in black robe just in the coffin?

Bei Yi stared at Han Ziyu in astonishment: "Give that boy back to you. I lost, I lost completely."

The storm rises and the thunderstorm falls

Han Ziyu frowned and watched as the people in front of him disappeared into the storm, and black energy swept through the center of the formation.

When everything was calm, Bei Yi on the battlefield had returned to his youthful appearance.

A group of black figures stood behind the young man. The black figures sneered: "Han Xianzun has good skills."

Han Ziyu held his forehead, his mind was in chaos, and he used his spiritual power to calm himself down.

The black shadow summoned wind and rain, and the people who were fainting around stood up one after another.

Black energy enveloped several people.

Black Shadow smiled devilishly: "Haha, Yulang, you will come back."

The faint blue light above everyone's heads gathered towards the center of the formation, and the sky that had just become clear became dim again.

Han Ziyu swung Li Xuan and flew towards the black shadow, and the black shadow dispersed.

The spiritual power is condensed to fight against the black energy, but it cannot withstand the formation's absorption of everyone's spiritual power.

The black shadow raised Bei Yi, a young man wearing a red robe on the ground: "Immortal Lord, if you move again, his life will be in danger."

Looking at the young man in the center of the formation, Han Ziyu felt unspeakable heartache. Is it because Bei Yi looked similar to that madman? What is the connection between the so-called God, the Demon King and Bei Yi?

The shadow laughed wildly: "Immortal Lord, are you wondering whether the person you buried, the person you married, and the young man in front of you are the same person?"

"Haha, how about you, Immortal Lord, take a guess?"

The woman chuckled, and the black shadow floated uncertainly.

Han Ziyu took out the jade bracelet: "This bracelet"

The black shadow rushed towards Han Ziyu angrily: "Give it to me!"