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

"Eat quickly."

Bei Yi thought that some food just lacked color, so maybe it tasted pretty good.

He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. After hesitating for a long time, he put it into his mouth. He almost vomited it after chewing a mouthful.

Han Ziyu sat opposite and asked, "How does it taste?"

"In my two lives...well...I have never eaten such na~n...delicious food in my life." Bei Yi picked up the porridge on the side with a smile and almost spat it out after taking a sip.

The taste of this porridge is similar to the one he made for Han Ziyu in Poison Valley. It tastes strange and tastes worse than medicine.

"Master, what's in this porridge?"

"Onion, ginger, garlic, salt, soy sauce, vinegar."

"what?"

“You put these in cooking, don’t you also put these in porridge?”

Bei Yi nodded: "Master... you are right."

Han Ziyu picked up the porridge and took a sip. His expression suddenly changed after one mouthful. He bent over and spit it all into the spittoon.

Bei Yi leaned over and patted Han Ziyu on the back, then handed him a glass of water: "Master, drink some water."

"Stop eating." Han Ziyu moved the plate over.

Bei Yi grabbed the plate and said, "It's okay, it's delicious. Master, I'm hungry."

"Isn't it delicious?"

"It's not unpalatable, I think it's delicious, and the porridge is quite to my liking." Bei Yi said sincerely.

Han Ziyu wondered if there was something wrong with his taste buds. It was obviously unpalatable.

Bei Yi picked up the plate and plucked the dish into his mouth with chopsticks. How could he describe the taste? It was salty, bitter, and spicy enough to make his tongue numb. I really don't know how much chili pepper was put in this dish.

After finishing a plate of dishes, Bei Yi burped loudly and patted his belly: "Well, Master's cooking skills are indeed good, it's delicious."

After speaking, he hurriedly drank a glass of water. Looking at the bowl of porridge on the table, he picked it up and drank it down.

"It tastes pretty good." Bei Yi said with a smile, and even Han Ziyu picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it all.

Han Ziyu wondered if there was really something wrong with his sense of taste.

"Isn't it delicious?"

Bei Yi shook his head: "It's not unpalatable, Master. It's delicious."

"Really?"

"Well, maybe it's because Master likes spicy food and is not used to non-spicy dishes. It's quite delicious."

After eating, Han Ziyu packed up the dishes and left. As soon as he took a step out of the room, Bei Yi held the spittoon and vomited.

"Ugh——" She vomited and felt uncomfortable in her stomach.

He rinsed his mouth, walked back to the bed with a cane, and sat on the bed thinking about life.

Bei Yi has lived in Baishui Palace for more than two months, limping and cooking for Han Ziyu. Once he cooked, there was a table full of spicy food. Watching the man finish the food, he felt indescribable joy in his heart.

Bei Yi was so busy that he still wasn't happy enough, because the man didn't seem to gain weight at all, so he would still feel uncomfortable in his arms.

As for how he knew, it was the day he prepared hot water for Han Ziyu to take a bath.

"Master, the water is ready."

"Well, let's go down first."

Bei Yi carried a wooden bucket and poured hot water in. He touched the water and felt that the water was just right. When he turned around, he bumped into Han Ziyu who had just taken off his robe.

Only then did Han Ziyu realize that the boy in front of him seemed to have grown a lot in the past six months, and was now at the level of his own eyes.

Bei Yi walked out of the bathroom on crutches: "Hey, my dignified Demon Lord has become Han Ziyu's slave. I cook, wash and boil water for him all day long. My face is gone. If Li Linfu sees my current desolate appearance, I will be shocked." Be amazed."

Bei Yi came to the lotus pond and sat looking at the sky. For a moment, he thought that maybe it would be good to live like this for the rest of his life.

There was a sudden scream in the room.

Bei Yi jumped in on one foot: "What's wrong, Master?"

As soon as the bathroom door was pushed, hot air rushed in. Beiyi quickly closed the bathroom door tightly, fearing that the cold wind would blow and freeze the people in the tub.

Lifting the curtain, what fell into view was the back under the hazy mist.

The fog is captivating, and the temperature inside the room is rising steadily.

Bei Yi's Adam's apple rolled, he took two steps forward uncontrollably, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Master, what's wrong?"

The person in the tub suddenly stood up.

Under the mist, the moving figure can be seen clearly. The strong and linear waist is firm and muscular, and below is the slightly upturned tun. There is a red mole there, and below it is firm. Stylish legs.

Bei Yi swallowed and took another step.

"There are snakes."

"Huh? Snake?" Bei Yi was brought back from his thoughts.

Han Ziyu used her spiritual power to pull off her thin shirt and put it on her body.

"Shouldn't snakes hibernate in winter?" Bei Yi pretended to be confused and moved forward. He lowered his head and discovered the black snake at his feet.

Han Ziyu immediately took two steps back.

Bei Yi held the snake and shook it: "Master, don't be afraid. It's just an ordinary snake."

"Take it, take it."

Bei Yi's eyes stayed on Han Ziyu's body. There was no difference between wearing the thin shirt and not wearing it. Instead, it looked more hazy and beautiful.

"Master, is the water still hot?" Bei Yi opened the window and threw the snake out with one hand.

"just."

Bei Yi closed the window and moved closer.

"Master, disciple, please come and wash it for you."

"No, you can go out." Han Ziyu sat back in the tub and closed her eyes to enjoy it.

"Master, it's hot in this room, and all the snakes around are attracted. I stay here with Master. If there are snakes, I can drive them out." Bei Yi held the bamboo grass in his hand and smiled evilly. The snake was not brought here by me. I thought to myself, this is such a rare opportunity, if you ask me to go out, will I just go out? Don't you want to feast your eyes on it?

"Disciple, come and give Master a bath."

Bei Yi approached with a piece of cotton cloth.

When he saw the unclothed person in the tub, his blood began to surge.

The steam was rising, and Bei Yi felt a little hot just standing there. He put the cotton cloth into the bathtub, moistened it and wiped Han Ziyu's arms.

His eyes passed over his shoulder blades, looking at the scars there. The scars were very heavy and spread crookedly across the entire shoulder blades.

He wiped it with a cotton cloth and gently touched the scars with his fingertips.

I couldn't help but ask: "Master, does it still hurt here?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Bei Yi took a step forward while holding the tub, then bent down and looked at the horrific scar carefully.

"Master, I'm sorry, my disciple has been dragging you down for so long."

Han Ziyu should be handsome and flawless, but because of his repeated injuries, those deep and shallow scars should not have been there.

"Your cultivation is still shallow. Please practice hard in the future."

"I understand, Master."

Bei Yi lowered his body a little more. His forehead was only an inch away from Han Ziyu, and he could clearly smell the light fragrance on his body.

He breathed deeply towards those hideous scars.

The young man's hot breath was close at hand, and the hot air was blowing on his shoulders. Han Ziyu lowered his eyes and looked at the young man.

"Master."

"Ok?"

Bei Yi raised his eyes, and their eyes merged with the hot water mist. He gently touched the scars with his hand, and mechanically picked up the cotton cloth to wet the master.