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

Bei Yi looked at Han Ziyu with a smile: "Master, you are so good-looking!"

The young man's compliment made Han Ziyu almost choke to death.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The boy patted his back nervously.

Han Ziyu said: "I'm fine."

Bei Yi was careful not to burn Han Ziyu. After slowly feeding him a bowl of porridge, he brought the medicine over and said, "Master, drink the medicine too."

Han Ziyu hates drinking medicine the most. The taste of traditional Chinese medicine is very weird. It tastes bitter and astringent after drinking it, which is simply disgusting.

"Don't drink."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Bei Yi remembered that during the wedding in his previous life, Han Ziyu wanted to die and cut his face with scissors. The medicine he prepared for him at that time was all put aside, and later he could only force it. He drank it.

"Master, drink it. I have tasted it and it is not that bitter."

Han Ziyu felt frightened when he looked at the dark stuff in the bowl. He hated drinking medicine the most: "I'm going to take it, but I won't drink it."

Bei Yi smiled: "Master, it's really not bitter, just take a sip."

Han Ziyu took the bowl and held his breath.

Bei Yi took out a piece of snack wrapped in oil paper from his arms: "Master, take a bite." He was very glad that he left two snacks at the restaurant last time.

"It's not very sweet, Master, please try it."

Han Ziyu looked at the silly young man in front of him and took a bite of the snack.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

"Ah."

Bei Yi packed up the dishes and left the dormitory. Han Ziyu was still recalling everything that happened in Tongwu Town. The portrait in the Temple of Gods seemed familiar, and he always felt that he had seen it somewhere before. There were also coffins and burials, and the Demon King got married, one after another. Everything made him feel confused.

Bei Yi came back from washing the dishes and looked at the lost Han Ziyu. He immediately stepped forward and asked, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"

"No."

"Master."

"Ok?"

Bei Yi touched his nose and smiled stupidly. He really liked this feeling of silence, and also liked the way Han Ziyu sat quietly and looked at him. He really wanted to spend the rest of his life with Han Ziyu.

Damn it, what are you thinking about? Stop thinking about it, okay? Have you forgotten how Xiao Lin died? Xiao Lin is your true love in the past and present life. How can you change your heart? How can you change your heart? Have you forgotten the six hundred years of waiting in the underworld? Xiao Lin is now in seclusion, and you will be able to see Xiao Lin in a few years.

Bei Yi was struggling in his heart, and the memories of his previous life with Xiao Lin gradually emerged. He raised his head and glanced at Han Ziyu: "Master, disciple, please step aside first."

Pushing open the door of his dormitory, Bei Yi ran away. He ran out of the White Water Palace. The cold wind blew for half an hour before his heart that was about to beat calmed down.

He walked aimlessly towards the disciple's residence, and the scenes from his past life reappeared again and again. What emerged more was not Xiao Lin, but the more than five years of entanglement with Han Ziyu, which surrounded him with pain and regret.

When he came to the disciple's residence, he pushed away his own residence. He lay on the wooden bed and rested for a long time. The lotus sent by Wang Ruonan a few months ago had withered. He got up and walked out of the residence holding the pot of lotus. It should be contaminated by the world, even if it withers, it should return to the lotus pond.

Suddenly I remembered what Zen Master Wu Shi of Longhua Temple said in his previous life: The lotus emerges from the mud and stands tall and graceful. It should not be played with or forced upon. The lotus in the hands of the donor is already dilapidated. It is better to return it to the lotus pond as soon as possible to give it a glimmer of hope.

He was holding the flower pot with a sad look on his face. Only now did he understand the meaning of this sentence.

He thought about returning the lotus flower to the master's lotus pond.

As soon as he went out, he met Wang Ruonan drinking alone by the lake.

"Sister?"

Wang Ruonan hid the wine bottle: "Ayi."

Bei Yi walked over holding the flower pot: "What's wrong, you come to the lake to drink alone?"

Wang Ruonan shook his head: "It's nothing, I just want to drink suddenly."

"Senior sister, don't be too sad. Even though Wang Zhao has left, you still have us. The top of Wangya is also your home. Senior Brother Mu Yuan, I will go and put in a good word for you. The matter in Poison Valley cannot be solely blamed on you. .”

Wang Ruonan may have drunk too much, so he muttered drunkenly: "Uncle, father, mother, mother, I miss you so much."

When Bei Yi heard about his father and mother, he thought of his previous life. His life experience was miserable. His father sold him to the Liu Zhixian family as a slave. His mother died tragically in the Liu family, and he was almost killed by the Liu family... ...

"Senior sister, my uncle and aunt all hope that you can live a good life."

"Ayi, you know, some people can only be kept in their hearts in this life and are not even qualified to get close. I didn't understand why my uncle tried so hard to resurrect Mr. Zhao before, but now I seem to understand. But I can only accept the reality. Yes, some things cannot be forced, and some people just keep it deep in their hearts and recall it slowly." She took a few sips from the wine bottle.

Bei Yi snatched the wine from her hand: "I haven't tried some things yet, and I haven't fought for them yet, so just saying it's impossible. Is it too early to make a conclusion?"

"Why try something that has no results? In the end, we will still hurt each other. Why don't we just stay here with the good things in the past."

Bei Yi sighed helplessly, and the hot air he blew instantly turned into white mist: "Stop drinking."

Wang Ruonan hugged Bei Yi and squatted by the lake and began to cry. Bei Yi comforted her for half an hour before he comforted her drunken state.

Then he looked at the withered lotus and silently carried it back to his disciple's residence without returning it. He wanted the lotus to bloom again next year and to bloom in his dormitory.

"Mr. Xi, hahaha, you are so funny."

"Did you lose another pair of obscene pants?"

"Hahaha, ahhaha."

"Master Xi has been picked on again, haha."

Bei Yi opened the door of his bedroom: "What's the noise about?"

"Senior Brother Bei."

"Hello, Senior Brother Bei."

Bei Yi asked: "Are you talking about Xi Qing?"

"Yes."

"What's up with him?"

"Senior Brother Bei doesn't know something. Mr. Xi has been picked for flowers. In the past two days, he has been looking for flower pickers everywhere."

"Picking flowers?" Bei Yi couldn't believe it.

"It's not like being picked. All my underwear and underwear were stolen. They were stolen for four or five days in a row."

Just as Bei Yi was about to laugh, he turned around and saw Xi Qing coming holding the Qinglong Sword.

The Qinglong Sword moved towards several disciples.

Bei Yi hurriedly pushed those people away.

Xi Qing vomited and roared: "Chirp, chirp, if you can, say a few words in front of me."

The entourage on the side quickly grabbed Xi Qing: "Master, Master, please calm down and don't cause trouble."

Xi Qing shook off his entourage: "Get out of the way and get out of the way."

The entourage pulled Xi Qing's robe: "No, young master, what should I do if my lord kills someone?"

Xi Qing suppressed his anger and put away the green light sword. He stepped forward and glared at Bei Yi: "Why are you laughing?"

Bei Yi pretended, raised his head and laughed: "Hahaha, hahaha."

"Smile again!"

Bei Yi leaned against the door: "Master Xi is in charge of heaven and earth. Does he care whether I cry or laugh?"

Xi Qing was so angry that he was about to punch him with his fists.