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

He threw the snake out, and the bamboo grass in his hand fell with it.

Han Ziyu in his arms followed his movements and lowered her body.

Bei Yi held on to the edge of the tub with trembling fingers. The fire in his body could no longer be suppressed. He really wanted to sink with the person in front of him. For a moment when his sense still remained, Bei Yi stepped back and pressed his whole back against his body. Bath tub.

Han Ziyu immediately stood up holding the bathtub: "What is that?"

"Huh?" Bei Yi was puzzled.

"What are you doing with the bamboo grass when you take a bath?" Han Ziyu was furious.

Bei Yicai saw that the bamboo grass in his hand fell into the bathtub. He picked it up in a hurry, thinking of words in his mind: "Well, disciple, I went to see Suqing in the morning and passed by Xi Qing's yard and picked a bunch. This The grass grows strangely.”

"Throw it away!"

Bei Yi pretended to be innocent: "Why, this grass is so beautiful, it would be a pity to throw it away."

"I say it again, throw it away!" Han Ziyu suppressed her anger.

Bei Yi released his spiritual power to burn the bamboo and green grass: "Master"

"Don't call me, Noise!"

Bei Yi moved his body to explain, but as soon as he moved, he rushed towards Han Ziyu, and the two people's foreheads collided.

Bei Yi immediately put his arms around the man's waist and used his hands to cushion his lower back, fearing that he would knock against the tub.

The refreshing lotus fragrance flows straight into the nose.

"Get out!" Han Ziyu said coldly.

"Disciple, I can't get out now."

Bei Yi stabilized his center of gravity and let go of his hand.

Han Ziyu had an angry look on his face. He felt that the place where he retreated was hot and hot, and he didn't know what was stuck on him.

"What are you wearing?"

Bei Yi couldn't hold back his smile, but he didn't dare to laugh. He couldn't bear it. No matter what I wear, it is obviously something that will bring you sexual happiness.

"Yes, yes...it's a disciple." Halfway through, Bei Yi was afraid of scaring him, so he immediately added, "It's lava stone."

"Lava stone?"

Fortunately, all the candlelight in the room was extinguished. Taking advantage of the darkness, Bei Yi secretly reached out to the clothes on the hanger and took out a warm stone from the space bag. This was a lava stone picked up in the dungeon of the city palace.

"Well, the disciple picked it up before. The disciple was afraid that the water temperature would drop quickly, so he put the lava rocks in."

"Well, sit there, don't be so close to me." Han Ziyu looked at the boy in front of him through the moonlight. The boy in adolescence had grown very fast, and his frame had also grown wider.

"Master, the disciple is already close to the side." Bei Yi said aggrievedly.

Han Ziyu said loudly: "Who told you to grow up so fast, become wider and fatter, and take up so much space!"

Oh, I am fat? Wherever I am fat, I need abdominal muscles, chest muscles, and biceps. They can be used as pillows for you. You actually call me fat, huh!

"Uh..." Bei Yi curled up his legs.

Han Ziyu leaned lazily beside the tub, her wet hair hanging around her shoulders.

Bei Yi swallowed several times and looked down at the floating petals in the tub. The veins on his neck protruded, and drops of sweat fell from his forehead.

"Are you hot?"

"Huh? Oh, my disciple is not enthusiastic."

"Has your leg gotten better lately?"

"Well, much better."

Han Ziyu, please don't talk to me at this time. I feel really uncomfortable.

"There will be an assessment in a while, are you ready?"

Bei Yi nodded: "Disciple has been preparing."

Can't you prepare well? If you continue to fail, you will be kicked out of the inner disciples, and then I will become a joke to the entire Wangya Dian.

"Xi Qing's birthday is in three days."

"Well, I know, I have prepared a small gift."

"Well, Xi Qing's father is a Yingfeng elder from Jili Peak. The birthday party will be grand and there will be people from other sects."

"Master."

"What's the matter?"

"No...it's okay."

The two people's eyes intertwined from time to time. Han Ziyu deliberately avoided the young man's eyes and turned his head to look at the moonlight outside the window.

Bei Yi followed his gaze and said, "Master, the night is beautiful tonight."

"Ah."

"Tomorrow is the winter solstice."

"Ah."

"Master, do you want to eat dumplings?"

"You can do it?"

"Of course, the Disciples Association has a lot to do."

During the winter solstice in the previous life, there was no time when I didn’t make dumplings for you.

"Don't bother, I'll go to the dining hall to eat tomorrow."

"also."

The water temperature gradually increased with the lava rocks. Bei Yi looked at Han Ziyu's rosy complexion and swallowed again.

Han Ziyu closed his eyes tiredly and leaned to the side to rest. It wasn't until Bei Yi called him that he lazily opened his eyes.

"Master, you can't soak for too long, it's cold."

The young man in front of him was standing with his upper body naked and holding a towel.

Han Ziyu took the bath towel, stepped out of the tub, and wiped the water off her body.

Bei Yi took advantage of the moonlight to fully feast his eyes.

Han Ziyu waved his spiritual power and his clothes were already on his body.

"Stay here while I get you some dry clothes."

"Thank you, Master."

Bei Yi stretched out his arm and smelled it. There was a fragrance of lotus leaves, but it didn't seem to be as good as Han Ziyu's, and the taste was slightly different.

The fragrance on Han Ziyu's body was body fragrance. It was a fragrance that could not be compared with other fragrances. It was a fragrance that fascinated him.

Han Ziyu came over holding his clothes.

Bei Yi took the clothes and put them on quickly: "Master, please go and have a rest. The disciple will clean this place."

"Ah."

After finishing his work, Bei Yi walked back to the side hall. Halfway there, he found that he could walk without crutches. He happily opened the door and lay on the bed. Thinking back to the scene just now, the imaginative body and the leisurely scent of lotus leaves.

He curled up on the bed and couldn't bear it.

No, you can't sink any further, Han Ziyu is not someone you can imagine.

Bei Yi suddenly got out of bed, walked out of the room and stood in the yard blowing the cold wind, trying to wake himself up.

After blowing for a long time, the hot blood subsided. There was thick fog around him, frost hit his brows, and there was frost on the tips of his hair.

Bei Yi looked at the night sky. The bright moon was shining with stars in the sky. He stretched out his hand and looked at the bright moon through his fingers.

The moonlight was bleak, just like every night when Han Ziyu died in his previous life. At that time, he often flew to the top of the mountain alone to watch the bright moon and watch the ever-changing shape of the moon.

It is said among the people that the Fairy Chang'e lives in the Moon Palace, so he would stare at the moon all night in a daze. At that time, he felt that the person who lived in the Moon Palace should not be Chang'e, but Han Ziyu, because he had a cold temperament and was indifferent to worldly affairs. Only people like him can bear the coldness of the Moon Palace.

The more he thought like this, the more the Demon King came to the top of the mountain to watch the moon every night.

Another full moon night, he seemed to see a figure on the moon. He stood up and stared at it for a long time, wondering if it was the dead Han Ziyu who was imprisoned in the Moon Palace.

He called Mo Chen and flew straight into the sky with his sword, passing through the thick clouds. The strong wind blew against him and the moon was hidden under the clouds.