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

After waking up from the dream, feeling empty in his heart, Bei Yi pushed himself up and tried to sit up. Something cold on his cheek slid down, and he raised his hand to wipe it away.

Why do you cry?

He touched his heart, it felt so empty and painful.

The six hundred years in the underworld were filled with resentment and loneliness. After his rebirth, his hatred seemed to be diluted by the years, and his heart was filled with pain.

Bei Yi sat leaning on the bed and looked at the night scene outside the window. In early winter, the trees are withered, the moon tonight is nowhere to be seen, and a few stars are twinkling in the sky.

Because the top of the cliff was too high, there was thick fog outside the window at this time, and the cold wind was blowing late at night, causing the pine trees to sway in all directions.

From late at night to sunrise, the red sun peeked out from the sea of ​​clouds, like a clear egg yolk. At first, the surroundings were still dark, and the sea of ​​clouds was billowing. After a while, the sun turned over and rose above the clouds, shooting out thousands of feet of light.

Bei Yi rubbed his eyes, washed up, and ran to Han Ziyu's bedroom.

Slowly opening the door, the person on the bed was still sleeping soundly. Bei Yi touched his forehead and the fever had subsided.

The early winter clouds and mist were misty outside the window, and the young man closed the window tightly.

Looking down at Han Ziyu sleeping, he looks so gentle. I don't know why this person is so irritable on weekdays. Maybe he has eaten too much spicy food.

"Han Ziyu"

"Han...Zi...Yu"

"Han Ziyu"

Han Ziyu, who was sleeping soundly, muttered.

Bei Yi sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the person on the bed, and touched his eyebrows unconsciously with his hand: "I am talking to you, but you are ignoring me."

"As my wife, I must abide by the ways of a woman...well...the ways of a husband. Do you know what the way of a husband is? I will explain it to you. You must obey your husband and obey your husband's orders."

"Whatever I ask you to do, you have to do it. Do you hear me? You have to answer my call."

The sleeping person on the bed muttered: "Yeah."

Bei Yi covered his mouth and snickered.

"Well, you're so obedient."

Bei Yi teased Han Ziyu's hair: "Han Ziyu"

"Go away, you're so noisy!" Bei Yi imitated his speech, and then waved his hand, "If you don't obey me, I'll whip you to death. I'll tie you up and serve you well. I'll make you want to stop. If you can't, cry and beg me. I’ll love you so much.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xuan extended from Han Ziyu's bloodline.

Bei Yi was so frightened by the blue-white light that he held his breath and his pupils trembled. He lowered his head and looked at Han Ziyu, but there was no sign of waking up.

Fuck, broken whip, do you want to hit me?

Unexpectedly, Li Xuan flew into Bei Yi's hands.

Bei Yi was puzzled: "What do you mean? You want me to whip him?"

He reached out and pointed at the person on the bed in disbelief.

Li Xuan's light shines even brighter.

"Fuck, broken whip, don't hurt me, how dare I whip him, he...he can whip me to death."

Bei Yi whispered to Li Xuan.

"Bei Yi!"

Hearing this voice, Bei Yi shivered with fright: "Yes, yes, yes."

Han Ziyu was furious: "What are you going to do?"

"I... uh... I... uh, bah, disciple, please tell the master to get up. The sun is shining on your buttocks, and the roosters in the back mountain are crowing their throats." Bei Yi smiled naively.

Han Ziyu stared at his left hand, wondering how he got Li Xuan: "Why is Li Xuan in your hand?"

Bei Yi stood up immediately, cried and raised his hands: "Master, Master, misunderstanding, big misunderstanding. Just now when I entered the room, Li Xuan ran into my hands. I...I don't know."

Han Ziyu took back Li Xuan, thinking that it might be related to spiritualism.

Bei Yi suddenly thought of the battle at Wangya Peak in his previous life. The artifact used by Wang Ruonan was Senior Brother Mu Yuan's Pingshan Sword. It stands to reason that the artifact can only recognize one owner, and the next owner will be chosen only if the owner dies. And Han Ziyu was alive and well, how could Li Xuan get into his hands for no reason? Is it because of psychics?

Han Ziyu shouted: "Get out, get out now!"

Bei Yi pouted: "Naughty! You're so petty! I've been taking care of you for a long time, and now you want me to get out. Han Ziyu, you don't follow the rules of a husband. You've done the following, and you dare to be so disrespectful to me. Believe it or not, I'm going to divorce you."

"What are you mumbling? Hurry up!"

"Oh."

As soon as Han Ziyu turned over, she saw that her upper body was not wearing any clothes, not even her underwear.

"Bei Yi!!!"

Bei Yi's ears were almost deafened. He seemed to hear the rooster in the back mountain playing high notes with Han Ziyu.

"Master, disciple is here."

Han Ziyu frowned, his eyes full of disgust: "Where are my clothes?"

"Wash..." Bei Yi wrung his fingers, "Wash."

Seeing that the person on the bed was so angry that he couldn't speak, Bei Yi smiled and scratched his head: "Master, I still have clothes there, why don't you wear mine first."

"Where's the underwear?"

"Disciple...well...disciple saw that you were sweating last night, so...he washed his inner clothes as well."

Han Ziyu's face immediately darkened.

After saying this, Bei Yi ran away in a hurry, running very fast, for fear that Han Ziyu would carry Li Xuan and beat him wildly in the next second.

I ran to the disciples' residence and rummaged through their clothes, but the only clothes with a bit of white on them were the blue and white school uniforms. The school uniforms were not suitable for Han Ziyu's status as immortals. They were the clothes they wore as disciples.

After searching around again, I found a decent black robe that was not a fancy dress.

Bei Yi hugged his clothes and ran back to Baishui Palace. The sun had already exposed his entire body, and the clouds and fog had almost dispersed.

Han Ziyu looked at the clothes with disgust on his face: "It's so dark in the middle of winter, it's so ugly."

Bei Yi scratched his nose: "Master, I don't have any other clothes. Why don't you make do with it first?"

Bei Yi bent down and offered his extra inner clothes with both hands.

Han Zi took it and said, "Turn around!"

Bei Yi groaned and turned around slowly. Why are you so shy? I helped you take care of the injury on your shoulder blade. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. The clothes you soaked in the hot spring last time couldn’t cover anything. What’s more, I didn’t see anything about you in your previous life. There’s a red spot on your butt. Everyone knows that moles are about the size of a red bean and round. Not only did I know that I had also bitten...

Bei Yi muttered something in his mind, pursed his lips and stepped on his feet.

Han Ziyu changed her clothes, put on her boots and walked to the bronze mirror.

Bei Yi walked up with a smile: "Master, let me tie your hair."

After Han Ziyu's death in his previous life, he learned many tricks to tie his hair, but he never had the chance to use them. The last time he tied his hair was when he lost his memory and wanted to kill him.

Thinking of Bei Yi a few months ago, Bei Yi smiled, and the hatred in his heart had really been diluted during this period. He seemed to no longer hate Han Ziyu, but he didn't want to have anything else to do with him. He was determined to bid farewell to Han Ziyu after Xiao Lin came out of seclusion, join Xiao Lin's sect, and renew his relationship with Xiao Lin.

Han Ziyu looked at the young man behind him through the bronze mirror. The young man's warm palms brushed against his ears and rubbed his neck. Han Ziyu's face suddenly turned red.

Bei Yi lowered his eyes and saw Han Ziyu's ears were red and he was smiling.

Deliberately lowering his body, he blew gently into Han Ziyu's ears, and while blowing, he called out: "Master, your hair is so soft."