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

As soon as the master and disciples looked back at the top of the cliff, they heard that there were flower pickers living among their disciples.

"Oh my god, you even steal men's underpants, who is so shameless?"

"I heard that Jili Peak where Elder Yingfeng lives was also stolen, especially the young master, hahaha, hahaha."

"What? But that young master Xi Qing was stolen?"

"Yes, that's right, it's Xi Qing, a disciple of Hanguang Immortal Lord. He was picked."

Bei Yi had just returned to the top of Wangya after dragging his sick body. When he heard this sentence, he was so shocked that he couldn't even close his jaw.

As soon as Li Xuan came out, the surrounding disciples immediately bowed their heads and said respectfully: "Welcome to the Immortal Lord."

Han Ziyu was furious: "He's full of rumors and doesn't behave like a disciple who cultivates immortality. He went to the back mountain and ran twenty laps."

The disciples looked at each other, but they did not dare to refute, so they could only say: "The disciples were wrong, Immortal Lord, we will go now."

"Mu Yuan goes to supervise, and there must be no less than twenty laps."

"Yes." Mu Yuan said.

Bei Yi thought to himself, this man is really as cold-blooded as ever. It's strange that someone can like this kind of temperament. Who can fall in love with Han Ziyu without having a good eye?

Bei Yi was carried back to the side hall of Baishui Palace.

Han Ziyu called Dr. Xu to treat his injuries.

Doctor Xu sighed: "The spiritual veins of those who cultivate immortality cannot be damaged, and if two of your three spiritual veins are broken, you will no longer be able to practice cultivation in the future."

Bei Yi almost died when he heard that he couldn't practice. In his previous life, he was a demon king that everyone feared. In this life, it's okay to be a loser. But now he can no longer practice. Who can accept this?

"Is there any way?" Han Ziyu said calmly.

"There is a way, but it's quite dangerous."

"what way?"

Bei Yi's heart trembled, didn't Han Ziyu care about the danger? First of all, he asked about the method and what kind of person he was?

Dr. Xu breathed out: "Psychic technique, this technique can reshape Mr. Bei's spiritual veins, but the psychic technique will bind the caster to Mr. Bei's bloodline."

Bei Yi guessed that Han Ziyu would definitely refuse. There are two fastest ways for cultivators to improve their spiritual power: one is dual cultivation and the other is binding blood. Dual cultivation is the most despised by cultivators. Binding blood vessels is the most painful thing. If one person is injured, the other person will also suffer. If one person dies, the other person will also die. If one person is injured, the other person will also suffer.

Wang Ruonan said loudly: "The bloodline is bound? Can it be released?"

Xu Yifeng said: "The spiritual veins in Mr. Bei's body are of the fire attribute. It stands to reason that his inner energy in the future will also be of the fire attribute. Only people with the same attribute can bind the bloodline with Mr. Bei, and the caster's spiritual power must reach the level of an immortal master."

Han Ziyu glanced at Bei Yi on the bed: "What about the different attributes?"

"Different attributes are also possible, but in the later stage, Mr. Bei must cultivate a dual-attribute inner element to be able to carry the fire attribute of the spiritual veins and the attributes of the psychic spell caster at the same time."

Wang Ruonan had never heard of such a thing: "Is this okay?"

Xu Yifeng nodded: "Well, the best stage to repair the spiritual veins is these two days."

On the entire Wangya Peak, there is only one Immortal with the attribute of fire - Nansheng Immortal, who is currently practicing in seclusion. Moreover, Nansheng Immortal and Hanguang Immortal have always been at odds with each other. They had feuded many years ago and no one cares about the other. .

Han Ziyu looked at the weak Bei Yi on the bed and slowly clasped his hands together. A proud man like him would never ask for help from others, let alone owe anyone a favor.

Wang Ruonan first thought of the Southern Saint Immortal Lord Xiao Lin: "Master"

Han Ziyu said: "Huh?"

Thinking of the extremely bad relationship between Master and Nansheng Immortal Lord, Wang Ruonan changed the subject: "Master, don't worry too much, Junior Brother will definitely get better."

Bei Yi thought to himself: God has been so kind to me. I can see Xiao Lin this way. After all, only Xiao Lin on the top of Wangya has a fire attribute and is above the Immortal Master level. Hahaha, I can finally see Xiao Lin. , the person I have been waiting for hundreds of years can finally be seen. Now it’s great, not only can I see it, but I can also bind my bloodline, hahahaha.

"Are there any taboos in using psychic techniques?" Han Ziyu asked.

Bei Yi was still immersed in joy, but the next second he was stabbed by Xu Yifeng with a silver needle and passed out.

Xu Yifeng said: "There is no taboo, but the caster is in extreme pain and is in danger of going crazy."

"It doesn't matter." Han Ziyu replied immediately.

Bei Yi seemed to have returned to Tongwu Town in his dream, and saw Hong Ling's past again. He was so envious of the years when Hong Ling and Wang Yu knew each other and stayed together. The two of them ran a restaurant neither as a mandarin duck nor as an immortal. Safe and stable but full of happiness.

It was as if he saw himself turning into a devil and forcibly marrying Han Ziyu. How could he marry Han Ziyu again? It was impossible. He should never have any emotional involvement with Han Ziyu again in this life.

The dream is getting deeper and deeper, as if I have really returned to the wedding night in my previous life, and those charming scenes are lingering.

Han Ziyu was performing psychic skills with the unconscious Bei Yi. Looking at the sweat drops on Bei Yi's forehead, he raised his sleeves to wipe them off, but he was afraid that his white clothes would be dirty. After a moment of pause, he still stretched out his hands to wipe them. The sweat on Bei Yi's forehead went away.

But his hand was grabbed by Bei Yi. The boy, who was floating in his sleep, held his hand tightly and called softly: "Are you comfortable?"

Han Ziyu leaned forward, wanting to hear what he was mumbling.

"My lord, slow down."

The word "I" made Han Ziyu's face turn pale. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, but the feeling of restraint on his wrist became stronger. There was a marriage rope imposed by the gods. He remembered what Red Fox said, "The Lord Demon King and the one in front of him" Bei Yi is the same person. If this is the case, then Bei Yi will also have a marriage cord on his wrist.

Han Ziyu held Bei Yi's hand, and some messy memories came to him. Those memories that did not belong to him were so painful.

Han Ziyu stared at the sleeping Bei Yi in front of him, and released Li Xuan, forming a formation of talisman and seal. One end of Li Xuan was wrapped around Bei Yi's wrist, and the other end was tied to Han Ziyu's hand.

"Li Xuan, enter the state of mind."

After entering the state of mind, he saw a magnificent hall. In the hall, a man in red hugged a "woman" wearing a phoenix crown and harem and left.

His mood was very chaotic. Buildings collapsed everywhere and floods poured in. Han Ziyu was submerged by the waves. He held his breath and tried to swim upstream.

As soon as they emerged from the water, the buildings and floods disappeared again. Han Ziyu was in a daze, wondering if this was Bei Yi's state of mind, and how could this kid's state of mind be so messed up.

Han Ziyu had just taken two steps when the world started spinning. It seemed that the White Water Palace was in front of him, but the structure was slightly different from the current White Water Palace.

The red lanterns are hung high in the courtyard, the red curtains are fluttering in the wind, and the red lotuses in the courtyard are blooming at the right time.

Walking towards the dormitory, he didn't take more than two steps when he heard a few angry sounds.

"Does it hurt? Do you know it hurts? When you killed my master, did you worry about whether it hurt him?"

Han Ziyu's heart tightened when he heard this voice, and he wanted to take a step closer, but a raging fire burned in front of his eyes, and everything was wiped out.

Han Ziyu was forced to leave Bei Yi and returned to reality. He stared at the young man in front of him, pulled his wrist and tested it with his spiritual power. It seemed that there was no marriage rope on Bei Yi's arm.

It would be nice not to have it, it would be nice not to have it, but for some reason, I should be relieved and happy, but now I feel a little uncomfortable, and I don't know where it comes from. Han Ziyu shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, and continued to cast spells and channeling.

But Bei Yi fell into a dream. He was twisting around on the bed and kept whispering something softly.

The dream makes people blush and make their heart beat. The softness and fragrance in the dream...

Early the next morning, the crowing of the rooster woke up Bei Yi, who was sleeping soundly. He stretched out his legs and complained about the crowing rooster and what it was calling so early in the morning.

He stretched out his arm and touched something. Before he could open his eyes, the faint scent of lotus leaf and sandalwood entered his nose. Bei Yi suspected that he was still dreaming. When he opened his eyes, he saw Han Ziyu lying next to him.

What's the situation? How come Han Ziyu sleeps in the side hall? This is his bedroom. Shouldn't Han Ziyu sleep in his own bedroom? Could it be that last night was not a dream and something indescribable really happened?

Thinking of this, Bei Yi immediately opened the quilt and took a look. The underwear was still there. It seemed that last night was really just a dream.

Bei Yi sighed, it turned out to be just a dream, but it turned out to be so real.

Damn it, what are you thinking, do you still think it’s not a dream and it’s real? You are crazy, Han Ziyu is not a good person.

Bei Yi opened the quilt again and looked at the shadowy place, as if he was laughing at him, mocking him for not being able to resist this person's charm.

The window was blown open by the wind. Bei Yi wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and turned over to look at the person in front of him.

To be fair, Han Ziyu is indeed very handsome, especially his eyes that are like stars. Just one glance can make people fascinated. His nose is delicate and tall. At first glance, he is different from a vulgar person like Bei Yi. Especially those pale pink thin lips, which always make people want to kiss and swell them.

Bei Yi raised his hand to touch his eyebrows, but his hand stopped in mid-air and did not dare to move again.

His eyes continued to look down, and the veins on his fair neck were obvious, and his Adam's apple was slightly bulging.

Bei Yi moved his body to get closer to Han Ziyu. He raised his hand and touched his Adam's apple. It was so abrupt. Why did Han Ziyu look so good-looking? He looked like the person Nuwa deliberately carved.

He thought to himself that such a beautiful neck should be bitten hard twice, leaving traces of crime, so that Han Ziyu could be pulled off the altar and fell into the abyss, dying in the mud with him.

Looking down, the beautiful waist is simply fascinating, and the feeling in the past life is unforgettable for a long time.

The wind blew, blowing the lotus leaf fragrance on Han Ziyu's body into Bei Yi's nose.

He curled up and stared at Han Ziyu, the beautiful and sinful images of his past life lingering in his mind.

Bei Yi bit his lip and called softly: "Zi Yu."

The people around him were breathing heavier, and Bei Yi immediately covered his mouth like a thief, staring at Han Ziyu with wandering eyes.

He endured it so hard, every pore was screaming, clamoring to surrender to Han Ziyu beside him. Bei Yi turned over and huddled under the quilt, and a voice sounded in his mind: Just this time, just this time.

He fantasized about the scene in his past life, looking at the immortal beside him with two eyes exposed from the quilt. He really wanted to destroy him, and he really wanted him to cry and beg for mercy...