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

Xi Qing completed twenty laps early and left.

Wang Ergou and Li Sansha finished twenty laps before sunset, and the two were carried back to the disciples' residence by other disciples.

"Han Xianzun is so cruel, running twenty times around the entire back mountain is really not something ordinary disciples like us can bear."

Li Sansha rubbed his nose and cried bitterly: "My feet, my feet are almost useless."

A disciple took off Li Sansha's shoes and saw only blood on his shoes and socks: "Oh my God, this... this, how can the Immortal be so cruel."

Wang Ergou fainted as soon as he got on the lifting frame.

The other disciples were frightened and vowed to study hard in the future and not suffer this pain.

Bei Yi stopped and bent down, holding his knees and gasping: "I can't stand it anymore, senior brother, I can't run anymore."

"There are still eighteen rounds left," Mu Yuan said.

It was a bitingly cold day, but Bei Yi was sweating profusely, and his clothes felt like a hindrance, so he took off his outer robe, took off the lining of his upper body, and ran shirtless in the cold wind.

The sun sets over the western mountains and dusk comes.

Soon the night swallowed up the daylight.

Mu Yuan stood on the Pingshan knife and yawned: "Junior brother, you run first, I will get some food."

Bei Yi was exhausted, his ears and eyes were congested, and he could no longer hear what he was saying.

"Han Ziyu, I...huh...I'm not done with you...wait...wait for me to become stronger...fuck...fuck you for crying, ah! There are still...three more rounds...I will never... Never give up."

Bei Yi gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, the road ahead was illuminated by the moonlight, and he was sweating. He felt as if he was stepping on cotton, and his lower limbs were almost numb when he ran.

"Fuck, I'm going to... die."

"There are...two more laps!" Bei Yi ran forward fiercely. Han Ziyu is not a dead wood. Even if I am just a useless body in this life, I will prove to you that one day I will surpass you and hold you under me. , so that you can’t live without me!

My brain suddenly lost consciousness and my feet slipped...

"Fuck me!"

Bei Yi rolled down the mountain. His speed was so fast that stars appeared in his eyes. Before he could react, he was already stuck in the gap between the rocks.

It took a long time before he slowly regained consciousness. His chest and back were scratched by rocks, which made him feel numb and painful. After the sweat stains faded, he was so cold that he kept shivering.

Bei Yi struggled to get out of the crack in the rocks, but he couldn't do it with all his strength. It's so cold, he will freeze to death here within an hour.

Time slipped away little by little, and he looked at the bright moon in the sky without hope, but there were still many things he had not done in this life.

His fingers slowly became swollen and stiff, and his vision became blurred and double images appeared. Bei Yi closed his eyes and thought about all the things in his past and present lives. It is said that evil will be punished. It is probably because there were too many evil consequences in the past life that he will suffer this retribution in this life. .

He could clearly feel that life was passing by little by little. The only thing he regretted was that he had not seen Xiao Lin yet, and that he had not yet taken a look at the person he had missed for a long time.

His thoughts became more and more confusing, but Han Ziyu's face kept appearing in front of his eyes.

"Han Ziyu, I will die in front of you in this life."

The moonlight was cold, the cold wind was howling, and the man's white clothes were fluttering in front of his eyes. He thought how could there be such a good-looking person in this world? It was really unfair to Nuwa.

A pair of warm hands grabbed him: "Bei Yi."

Bei Yi's consciousness suddenly returned, and he stared blankly at the person in front of him: "Master."

Han Ziyu coughed twice and looked very pale: "I will take you home."

Only then did Bei Yi remember that the psychic skill between him and Han Ziyu was still there. He could feel the pain of running forty laps, the pain of being scratched by rocks, and the pain of losing consciousness due to the cold wind. .

Bei Yi felt a spiritual power flowing into his body.

It's Han Ziyu, it's not an illusion, he's here, Han Ziyu is really here.

"Master, is this disciple... useless?"

When Han Ziyu saw the injuries all over his body, her eyes narrowed, and she immediately took off her cloak and put it on Bei Yi, then carried the person on her back: "No."

After receiving the affirmative answer, Bei Yi smiled with satisfaction: "Master, I'm sorry, I have caused you pain."

Han Ziyu gritted his teeth and carried him for a while, then summoned Wu Ge to fly with his sword.

"It doesn't hurt."

Listening to Han Ziyu's voice, Bei Yi felt warm and distressed at the same time. The psychic technique could damage both of them. He was already in such pain, but he actually said it didn't hurt. He was really a little liar who was full of lies. .

Bei Yi's head rested on his neck, and her cold hands gently hugged his neck.

The delicious aroma filled my heart and spleen: "Master."

"Ok?"

Bei Yi bit the corners of his lips and hugged his neck tightly. Something unknown slipped from the corner of his eyes. He hesitated for a long time, but still asked.

"Master, do you hate your disciples?" There was a crystal light in his eyes, but his fingertips were trembling slightly, and his heart was beating loudly.

"I'm not disgusted." Han Ziyu was afraid that he would fall, so she bent down to carry him better.

Bei Yi smiled silently. The bright moon illuminated his tears, and he laughed happily.

"What are you laughing at?"

"No...it's nothing. Disciple is happy."

"You are happy even if you are hurt?"

"No... no, I am happy to be able to practice with Master. Thank you Master for your careful teaching. I am very happy."

Han Ziyu's heartbeat suddenly seemed to skip a beat, and the boy's voice kept echoing in his ears.

Since he became an Immortal Master at the age of twenty, all the disciples he has taught in the past four years are afraid of him. Whenever he passes by, the most common comment he hears from those disciples is that they regret learning from him. Even Mu Yuan They were all just in awe of him.

No one has ever said that they are happy to practice with him, and no one has ever said thank you to him.

"Master, it is my disciple who is dragging you down. I promise to avoid getting hurt in the future and not let Master suffer." Bei Yi said softly.

"Ah."

When we arrived at White Water Palace, the night became darker.

"Ah ah ah..."

Han Ziyu looked anxious at the young man screaming on the bed.

Bei Yi took Xu Yifeng's arm: "Doctor Xu, is my leg okay? Is it lame?"

"It's a bone injury. It's not serious. It will only take two or three months to recover." Xu Yifeng tied Bei Yi's legs.

Bei Yi smiled happily when he heard that he was not lame. He raised his eyes and looked at Han Ziyu: "Master, it's not that I don't want to finish the forty laps. There are still two laps left to complete. Unexpectedly, my feet slipped and I rolled down the mountain. After the disciple recovers from his injury, he will make up for those two circles."

"No need, take a good rest." Han Ziyu said.

After Xu Yifeng left, only the master and the apprentice were left in the room. Bei Yi sat leaning on the bed and Han Ziyu stood aside without saying a word.

Both of them were wearing black robes, and with the moonlight shining in, they looked extremely right.

"I punished him too harshly." Han Ziyu suddenly

"It's not the master's fault, it's the disciple's fault. The disciple should not have made the master angry, should not have disturbed the order of the class, and should not have wasted the master's hard work."

Bei Yi stared at Han Ziyu in the room seriously, thinking to himself: If I don't make you angry in the future, I will definitely be worthy of you. Your act of using psychic skills for me regardless of danger is my fault.