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

The cold wind blew in through the window. Bei Yi was covered with a quilt and his hands were sticky. He was panicking and anxious, for fear that Han Ziyu next to him would see him like this.

Bei Yi bit his lip and felt more and more regret after throwing his hands away. How could he have such dirty thoughts about Han Ziyu again and again? How could he be like this? How could this happen? He obviously hated him in his previous life, he hated him to the core of his heart. Yes, how could it be like this?

"Aren't you afraid of being suffocated to death if you cover it so tightly?"

Bei Yi opened the quilt in embarrassment and hid his dirty right hand under the quilt: "Master, are you awake?"

"Ah."

Bei Yi didn't even dare to look at him. The closer he got to Han Ziyu, the more confused his heart became, as messy as a rope that couldn't be untangled.

Han Ziyu propped himself up and sat up. He had fainted just after finishing the channeling last night.

Bei Yi noticed that his face was pale, and when Han Ziyu was about to stand up and walk forward, Bei Yi hurriedly stood up and supported Han Ziyu.

"Master."

Only then did Bei Yi remember that the hand holding him was his right hand. He quickly retracted his hand, but the white sticky stuff still got on the white clothes.

Han Ziyu frowned and looked at the things on the clothes: "What?"

Bei Yi pursed his lips and smiled naively: "Well, it's the disciple, it's the disciple's nose."

Han Ziyu rolled down his sleeves and threw Bei Yi aside. He said angrily: "Wash the clothes in my bedroom this afternoon."

Bei Yi scratched his head and replied with a smile: "I understand, Master."

Han Ziyu frowned and looked at the dirt on his sleeves, and looked at Bei Yi aside with disgust: "Sloppy!"

Bei Yi slandered: "Smelly Han Ziyu, you are obviously slovenly. You save so many clothes, and you are just waiting for me, a free labor force, to wash your clothes. What a sin!"

Bei Yi sighed, suddenly thinking of the flower-picking thieves those disciples talked about yesterday, he became more playful.

After leaving White Water Palace and coming to the disciples' residence, they met Wang Ruonan who was healing other disciples.

Bei Yi took a step forward: "Senior sister."

Wang Ruonan was concentrating on treating the others when he was startled: "Ayi? Why did you come out of White Water Palace? Why don't you take good care of your injuries? Where is the master?"

"It's not a serious illness. Isn't it just that the spiritual veins are destroyed? Let's wait until we meet the destined immortal master in the future." Bei Yi thought of Xiao Lin, and his heart was filled with sweetness.

"Your spiritual veins have been repaired."

"what?"

Wang Ruonan said slowly: "Don't you know? Master has been guarding you all day and night to channel your spirit."

Bei Yi's heart tightened. This guy Han Ziyu actually cast a psychic spell on himself. How could it be possible? It's impossible for Han Ziyu to channel a spirit for himself, it's impossible.

"You mean Master?" Bei Yi still wanted to confirm again.

"Well, Master vomited a lot of blood yesterday afternoon."

"What did you say? Vomiting blood?" He must be in pain, no wonder he looked so weak in the morning.

The disciples who were waiting to see the doctor were so shocked that they dared not breathe. The dignified Hanguang Immortal Lord risked his life in order to save the inner disciples. Is this still the cold-faced Immortal Lord?

Shouldn't the Immortal be the Cold Light Immortal who whipped them all with a whip?

Could it be that the Immortal Lord's body was taken away?

Bei Yi said nothing and immediately ran to Baishui Palace. It was early winter and the cold wind was biting. Bei Yi ran so fast that he broke into a hot sweat.

Passing by the training ground, Mu Yuan asked loudly: "Why are you running?"

Bei Yi replied: "Go and see Master."

He couldn't wait any longer. He missed Han Ziyu, wanted to see him, and wanted to hold Han Ziyu's hand.

Bei Yi gasped and stopped outside the gate of Baishui Palace. He slowly opened the palace door and looked at the dead lotus in the lotus pond. In the previous life, they had fallen in love with each other and enjoyed the pleasure of fish and water.

Thinking of those things, Bei Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly. The young man's blood was prone to surge. The fragrance of lotus leaves coupled with the memories of being engraved in the bone marrow and eating delicious food made Bei Yi's blood surge.

He stood in the courtyard and blew the cold wind for a while before his passion subsided.

He wanted to go see Han Ziyu straight away, wanting to get to know this extremely indifferent person again.

He walked to the bedroom and knocked lightly on the door, but no one responded.

Bei Yi called softly: "Master."

Still no one responded.

Bei Yi knocked on the door lightly a few times, and then called: "Master, are you there?"

Still no one responded.

Bei Yi thought of Wang Ruonan saying that he vomited a lot of blood yesterday afternoon. Did something happen in the room?

He pushed open the door and saw the sleeping Han Ziyu. Bei Yi felt a pain in his heart and quickly stepped forward: "Master?"

Han Ziyu was lying on the desk, and the pile of white paper in front of him was covered in blood.

The bright red blood stung Bei Yi's eyes, and his heart shrank suddenly. The past memories were still vivid in his mind. Han Ziyu died in his arms like this in his previous life. His arms trembled slightly and he stretched out to test Han Ziyu's eyes. He breathed, his breath was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he bent down, picked up the unconscious Han Ziyu and walked to the bed: "Why is Han Ziyu so nice to me?"

The person in his arms was not sleeping peacefully, with drops of sweat hanging on his pale face, his lips pressed tightly together, his eyebrows knitted together, and his thin fingers held Bei Yi's hand.

Bei Yi was shaken by his hand, and he raised his hand to smooth the broken hair in front of Shun Han Ziyu's forehead: "Did you have a nightmare? Does it still hurt?"

Han Ziyu snorted, and Bei Yi's heart almost melted. He raised his hand to touch Han Ziyu's eyebrows and his thin lips. He wanted to kiss Fangze, but he was afraid that such an innocent Han Ziyu would be contaminated. He was so dirty that he was afraid that this flawless life would be destroyed by his own hands, so Bei Yi lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at Han Ziyu again.

The faint fragrance of lotus floated into his heart, and Bei Yi squeezed Han Ziyu's hand tightly, not daring to move, for fear that he couldn't help but want to do something to him.

Listening to the steady breathing of the person next to him, Bei Yi stood up: "Master, have a good rest. I'll call Dr. Xu."

Unexpectedly, the man on the bed opened his sleepy eyes and took his hand: "I'm fine, there's no need to stir up trouble."

Bei Yi was stunned. Did he know what he did just now?

"No, Master is already vomiting blood."

Han Ziyu endured the pain and said: "I'm fine, it's just a backlash. I don't need to go there if medical skills can't cure it."

Bei Yi felt uncomfortable looking at his slightly indifferent look. He had disguised himself like this for so many years. He would not say anything about the pain, but endured the pain. He held himself up so high that he seemed cold, ruthless, serious and uninformed. Secular, but in reality he is a cold-faced person with a soft heart.

Bei Yi couldn't bear to expose his strength, turned around and sat back on the bed, touched Han Ziyu's forehead, it was very hot.

"Master, have a good rest, I'll get something to eat."

Bei Yi didn't dare to look at him again, just one look made him go crazy and wanted him to fall with him.

How could Han Ziyu be so stupid? He was the Hanguang Immortal Lord on top of the cliff. He was praised by the world and had a bright future. He actually used psychic skills for a loser like himself.

Shouldn't he expel himself from Wangya Peak? Will you choose a disciple with good conduct and talent next time? How could he practice necromancy on himself regardless of the danger?

Bei Yi not only had chest pain, but also felt dizzy. It seemed that the psychic technique had taken effect. Han Ziyu had a fever and vomited blood. He could also feel it. This man was really stubborn. He was obviously in pain all over his body, but he still managed to do it himself. Hold on, how stupid!

Bei Yi endured the pain and ran to Xu Yifeng to ask for a lot of medicine, and then hurried back to Baishui Palace to boil the medicine and make porridge.

The kitchen was filled with smoke.

An hour passed and Bei Yi walked into the palace carrying medicine and porridge.

He put the dishes on the table, walked closer and touched Han Ziyu's forehead, which was even hotter than before.

"Master." Bei Yi called softly.

"Master, get up and drink the medicine."

Han Ziyu slowly opened her eyes: "Huh?"

Seeing that he was so weak, Bei Yi brought the porridge over and said, "Master, I haven't eaten for a day. Eat a little and drink medicine later."

He lowered his head and took a spoonful, fearing that it would burn Han Ziyu, so he lowered his head and blew on it.

Han Ziyu took a while to recover. The young man in front of him was holding a bowl of porridge and looking at him seriously. Han Ziyu's face turned red: "No, no, no, I'll do it myself."

Bei Yi didn't expect the master to be shy, but he didn't see him so shy last time when he took a hot spring bath in Zhulou.

"Master, let me feed you."

The scene in Han Ziyu's mind that he saw in the palace fantasy: On the top of the mountain in Hushan Town, he married a man named Ou Hongyi, and that man treated him in the same way.

Han Ziyu's face turned redder, and Bei Yi asked worriedly: "Master, why are you so red? Do you feel uncomfortable? Why don't you drink the medicine first and then eat?"

"No, you can go down." Han Ziyu raised her hand to grab the porridge bowl.

Bei Yi met Han Ziyu's eyes: "Disciple will not leave. I must take care of the master's health before leaving. Master was seriously injured trying to save the disciple, so disciple will not leave."

Bei Yi spoke seriously, but he felt disgusted with his behavior in his heart. With his demon lord's character, he should have grabbed Han Ziyu's wrist, imprisoned him with spiritual power, and forced him to take the porridge and medicine. Drink it all, this is the style of his demon king.

"I'll do it myself." Han Ziyu said.

"Does Master dislike his disciples?" Bei Yi pouted and said aggrievedly.

Han Ziyu took a breath and stopped talking.

Bei Yi was extremely happy: "Come on, Master, open your mouth."

Han Ziyu clenched his hands and opened his mouth uncomfortably. The boy blew on the porridge and slowly brought it to his mouth. He drank a spoonful of it awkwardly. The white porridge smelled like lotus leaves when it entered his throat.

"My disciple put some lotus leaves and Titian. Master, do you still like it?"

"Ah."

After receiving Han Ziyu's approval, Bei Yi grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears: "It's fine if Master likes it."

Han Ziyu nervously clutched the pillow tightly. No one had ever treated him like this. He wanted to run away, but he was afraid of breaking the young man's heart.

Bei Yi raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from Han Ziyu's forehead: "It's such a cold day, why is Master sweating so much? Is it to reduce the fever?"

Han Ziyu stared at the young man. He had a bright smile on his face, his sickle-like eyebrows were murderous, and his pair of peach blossom eyes looked ruthless, but his smile was masculine, and his lips were like buds in a lotus pond. The lotus flowers look a bit pretty.

"Master?"

Han Ziyu choked on a mouthful of porridge: "Cough cough, cough cough~"

Bei Yi immediately put the bowl aside and hurriedly patted Han Ziyu on the back: "This disciple is too anxious to feed me. Is Master okay?"

"It's okay." Han Ziyu took a breath.