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

Han Ziyu is a cold and ruthless person, and it is impossible to be emotional. Han Ziyu is a ruthless and desireless person. No, he is just a stone without passion, and even a hard-hearted person cannot pry.

It seems that only thinking like this can soothe the heart that is ready to move.

After marking the test questions, Bei Yi glanced at the person on the bed, slowly walked towards him, and touched Han Ziyu's forehead, but it was getting hotter and hotter.

"Master"

The person on the bed closed his eyes tightly, curled up, and had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

Bei Yi raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead distressedly: "It must be very uncomfortable."

He ran to the kitchen to boil a pot of water, and then brought it to the bedroom to wipe Han Ziyu's body.

Fingers slowly untied Han Ziyu's clothes, and the smooth white robe slipped off. Bei Yi held his breath and stared at the person next to him intently.

The moonlight shines in from the window and shines on Han Ziyu. He is like a person in the sky, which no one dares to touch.

Bei Yi tremblingly untied Han Ziyu's inner clothes.

The skin was lightly exposed, and Bei Yi's Adam's apple rolled. He stared at Han Ziyu's fair neck, looking down...

In the previous life, Han Ziyu had several wounds on her chest. That woman, Lin Yuetin, was very vicious and drove nails into Han Ziyu's chest.

He stared at the chest. There was no injury here in this life, only a frightening scar on the shoulder blade. It was scratched by Wu Qi while trying to save him a few months ago.

Bei Yi froze on the spot, not knowing what he was thinking about. He looked at the injury on Han Ziyu's shoulder blade again. Han Ziyu had suffered many injuries for himself in this life.

The shoulder blade was scratched by a female ghost. He was poisoned by the grain poison while trying to save him in Poison Valley. He vomited blood while trying to save him from the red fox in Tongwuzhen. Now, his spiritual veins are being backfired in order to repair him.

Bei Yi's heart was in a state of confusion. He could barely comfort himself by citing these incidents one by one. He comforted himself that Han Ziyu had only assumed the responsibility as a master, and that Han Ziyu was a ruthless and hypocritical gentleman. But when everything was put in front of him, all conclusions were overturned. He was not ruthless and unjust, he was flesh and blood, and he was seriously injured many times to save himself.

At this time, Bei Yi was like a thief, his fingertips touching that white neck...

Bei Yi beat his chest and scolded himself, "You can't do this, you can't. Han Ziyu is not someone you can think of. Let him go in this life."

He took the towel and gently wiped Han Ziyu's body. This method was learned from other women in the village by his mother who had a fever when she was a child.

Bei Yi wiped Han Ziyu's body carefully, then took Han Ziyu's hand and wiped his palm.

Han Ziyu, have you poisoned me? Why can't I control myself and want to get close to you again and again?

I originally planned to let you go in this life, and I didn’t want to have anything to do with you.

He leaned forward and stared at the sleeping person on the bed, his eyes lingering on the face of the person beneath him. There was a scar on the right side of his face in his previous life. Bei Yi reached out and slowly touched his face.

Then he lowered his body, with the tips of their noses facing each other. Han Ziyu's breath was very close at hand. He could smell the fragrance of lotus leaves. The breath was like pheromones, driving him crazy.

Bei Yi rested on the bed with one hand and touched Han Ziyu's face with the other. He kissed Han Ziyu's forehead uncontrollably, but felt that it was not enough. The corners of his lips went down along the eyebrows and he kissed her. Thin lips.

The soft and cool feeling is so refreshing.

The person beneath him screamed, and Bei Yi's pupils dilated in fright. He immediately stood up and continued to wipe his body as if nothing had happened.

After seeing that the sleeping person on the bed showed no signs of waking up, Bei Yi boldly continued to lean forward, wrapping his lips around Han Ziyu's lips, rubbing them little by little, and tracing the shape of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Bei Yi couldn't bear it, but he could only stop here and didn't dare to go any further.

He pulled the quilt to cover Han Ziyu's body, and then ran away with the wooden basin in his arms. He ran very fast. The cold wind blew outside, but his heart felt like it was boiling in a hot pot.

A clear moon hangs high in the sky. Bei Yi is sitting in the courtyard on the stone steps admiring the moon. The moon in the past life gradually overlaps with that in this life.

Bei Yi raised his head and looked at the stars in the night sky. The moonlight shone on the lotus pond covered with soft mist.

He looked aside under the moonlight and saw that there was nothing but dead lotus in the lotus pond.

After the moon slowly disappeared from the clouds, the rooster crowed in the back mountain, and Bei Yi came back to his senses.

Dragging the lonely figure back to the side room, the joy of the last moment was suppressed by the memories of the past life, and my heart was filled with pain.

……

"Lord, let's have a bite to eat."

"Li Linfu, does he hate me so much?" Bei Yi filled the wine glass with Lianhuaqing, took a few sips and then put down the wine glass.

"Li Linfu, how many jars of wine are there in the backyard?"

"Lord, there are still nine altars." When Li Linfu saw this wine, he remembered that the Lord had pestered Han Xianzun to brew Lianhuaqing every day during the months of his wedding, so the two of them brewed a whole cellar of wine.

"Nine jars, one jar every year, haha, there are still nine years left." Bei Yi took a deep drink from the wine bottle, feeling very depressed.

"I wish he died, I wish he would get away. If he dies, I will be happy. Li Linfu will bring another jar of wine. I will be happy. Let's celebrate."

The wine went down from the corners of his lips, soaking his clothes. Crystal water droplets fell from the corners of his eyes, and finally mixed with the wine and slid into the corners of his mouth.

He looked up to the sky and laughed: "Han Ziyu, I will be happy when you die, and my great revenge will be avenged! There is a spirit under the master's spring, and I will kill your enemies for you, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha!"

Li Linfu sent someone to bring wine. Looking at the drunken Lord lying aside in the hall, he wanted to step forward to help him, but he heard the sound as soon as he took a step closer.

"Han Ziyu, it's been half a year, where have you been?"

Li Linfu stood far away, saying that he was drunk and told the truth, and the Lord was probably in love with Hanxian Lord a long time ago.

Bei Yi stood up holding on to the table: "Here, bring me pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

Several slaves walked in with their heads lowered and holding the calligraphy treasures in the study, fearing that they would be pinched to death by their master.

Bei Yi looked up and saw the figure in front of him, his drunkenness was half gone: "What's your name?"

"Slave, my name is Fengyue."

Bei Yi rubbed his eyes. He didn't look like Han Ziyu, but his expression was somewhat similar when he wasn't talking. He really hated that hypocritical person, and now everyone felt like him when he saw him.

"Come here and polish the ink for me."

"Yes."

Feng Yue rubbed the ink fearfully.

Bei Yi picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and sketched the figure of the man on the paper. In the middle of the painting, he swung the brush a few times, destroying the painting.

He changed a piece of paper and continued to draw that person.

His face became clearer and clearer in his mind, but when it appeared on paper, it lacked charm. Bei Yi was dissatisfied and tore up the painting.

Taking the brush and continuing to draw, he drew some erotic pictures, but did not draw the face.

After painting, he couldn't stop laughing, which made Feng Yue beside him tremble with fear.

Bei Yi handed the painting to Li Linfu: "Burn these for him. Don't think that you can be free without me. I will disgust him even after you die. Let him know that he is my person in life and can only be my ghost in death." !”

Li Linfu took the painting and saw that there were people beside him who dared not say the words "Hanxian Zun" for fear of ruining his reputation for the rest of his life: "Sir, Madam has no tomb yet, this paper"

"Make a cenotaph and burn these to him."