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

Han Ziyu was walking swayingly and bumped into a pine tree. In an instant, the snow on the tree fell and flowed down his hair.

Bei Yi immediately stepped forward and dusted the snow off his head.

Han Ziyu raised his eyes and stared drunkenly at the person in front of him, his pale pink lips slightly parted: "Who are you?"

Bei Yi took a step closer and held his waist. Their breaths were close at hand. He tilted his head and brought his lips close together, and the faint fragrance of lotus leaves entered his nose.

Looking at the person in front of him with watery eyes, he pressed his lips against Han Xianzun's nose and kissed him gently: "I am your husband."

Han Ziyu blinked: "Husband...jun?"

"Hey, why do you call me husband?" Bei Yi raised his lips slightly, and Han Ziyu's voice was like the sound of nature, making his soul tremble.

He knew that Han Ziyu had a very bad drinking ability. He was so drunk that he fell into unconsciousness after not having two or three drinks in Dugu, let alone half a bottle this time.

"Husband...jun."

Bei Yi held her tightly, and the obsession and paranoia hidden deep in his body was about to explode...

He had never heard him call her husband in his previous life. When he heard it for the first time in this life, his heart felt as if he was being scratched by a feather duster. It made him so flustered that he almost lost his breath.

"Huh." He responded softly.

"What is...husband...jun?"

Seeing Han Ziyu who was drunk and blushing, Bei Yi felt very happy.

"A husband is someone who loves you and loves you all your life, makes you happy, cooks and washes your clothes, and helps you warm your bed."

But as his husband in his previous life, he never made him happy, never helped him with laundry and cooking, and never loved him. Bei Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the holding hands, and then slowly let go.

Bei Yi asked: "Master, do you want a husband?"

Han Ziyu shook his head: "No."

"Why?"

"trouble."

Bei Yi puffed up his mouth: "You still think it's troublesome. Even the people who take care of you don't think it's troublesome. You see, you can't wash clothes, you can't cook meals, and you're not honest when you sleep. In your previous life, when did you not sleep with me?" Kicked to death? I don’t think you’re troublesome, but you think I’m troublesome.”

"Um……"

Bei Yi held his hand again: "You know, well, you are a little self-aware."

Bei Yi felt warm in his heart, and he led Han Ziyu towards Baishui Palace.

Two days later, Xi Qing's birthday was celebrated, and Jili Peak was decorated with lanterns and colors.

As soon as I arrived at Jili Peak, the style changed drastically. All the decorations were mechanical structures.

The two lion statues outside the palace are lifelike.

Bei Yi stretched out his hand and was about to touch it, but the spiritual weapon immediately turned his head away.

"Don't touch it randomly," Han Ziyu said in disgust.

"He is worthy of being the number one maker of spiritual weapons in the world. There are such high-level spiritual weapons right outside the palace." Bei Yi said in shock.

"Well, everyone in the world wants to invite the Xi family as guests to encourage the family tradition."

"No wonder people from all factions came to Xi Qing's birthday party. They spent a long time trying to flatter him."

"No nonsense."

"Oh."

Stepping into the palace gate, the servants on both sides bowed: "Welcome Hanxian Lord."

Bei Yi straightened his back and followed Han Ziyu.

Elder Yingfeng, Xi Qinyi, walked towards Han Ziyu with a smile: "Han Guang, come on, come and take a seat. Qing'er, your master is here, why don't you come and pay your respects."

Xi Qing is dressed in gorgeous clothes. He looks like a kid from a rich family and is quite noble.

He rushed over: "Master, this disciple is going to pay homage to Master. Master, please come this way."

Xi Qinyi sighed: "You kid, how old are you? You still don't know etiquette. Why are you running? You can't be steady? You're not like me at all!"

Xi Qing smiled and led Han Ziyu and Bei Yi to the palace.

A woman came with several attendants.

The woman - Zhang Ping, is wearing a light blue dress, with a beautiful face and a slim figure.

Xi Qinyi walked towards the woman with a smile: "Isn't Madam tired?"

Xi Qing stepped forward and took Zhang Ping's hand: "Auntie."

"Go and entertain your master well." Zhang Ping said.

Xi Qinyi opened Xi Qing's hand with a slap: "How old are you? I still pester you all day long. This is my wife, please put your hands away."

Zhang Ping covered her mouth and chuckled: "You two, stop making trouble."

Xi Qing pouted: "Mom, look at dad, he is very stingy."

Bei Yi sat with Han Ziyu, and he started eating the snacks beside him.

"Master, there are so many guests here."

"Well, people from the other eight sects are here." (Poison Valley has been wiped out)

"Isn't that the young master of Pengxi Pavilion, Lu Ming?"

"you know?"

"Well...disciple has seen his portrait."

Looking around, I saw Lei Yingying from Lei Yingfeng and Li Luo from Li Feng Sect.

"Meet Elder Yingfeng."

The energetic young man smiled cheerfully.

Xi Qinyi patted the young man on the shoulder: "Cheng'er has grown so big. When we were in Langyue Palace, you were still a little boy. I haven't seen you for so many years. You are really a talented person."

Ou Hongcheng smiled: "I haven't seen my uncle for a long time. My father asked me to wait for him to say hello to you. This is a small gift from my father."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Xi Qinyi took it with a smile.

Bei Yi didn't have much impression of Ou Hongcheng, but his appearance alone was pretty good.

"Wan Yueqin's disciple Wan Mufeng pays homage to Elder Yingfeng."

The young man in front of him has an extraordinary temperament, wearing a white gold robe and holding a sword.

"Hurry up and take a seat." Xi Qinyi said.

Wan Mufeng was followed by a follower, who seemed to have extraordinary skills at first glance.

Bei Yi thought that this person should be untouchable.

Then two young men came to Kunshan Wu - Feng Yun and Feng Qing

A strong man from Mobei came carrying a wild wolf and a wild deer, followed by a girl wearing animal skins - Mo Ling

"Master, why doesn't anyone come from Baku?"

"Baku has never been involved in such matters."

"Oh."

"Xi Qing's birthday party was really grand."

"Because Elder Yingfeng's spiritual weapons were exported to other sects."

"That's it. I said Elder Yingfeng made so many spiritual weapons but we didn't see the spiritual weapons everywhere on the top of Wangya. It turns out they were sold. No wonder the Xi family is so rich that it rivals the country."

"Talk less and eat more."

"Oh."

Bei Yi looked at those high-spirited young people and felt quite uncomfortable. This useless body in this life has not even developed inner energy yet, hey!

The banquet begins.

The dancer dances gracefully, accompanied by the music of the piano.

Xi Qing stood in the main hall and talked about his feelings over the years and his gratitude to the guests. By the way, he also talked about his gratitude to Han Ziyu.

Bei Yi ate aside without caring about his image.

"Master, what gift have you prepared?"

"Jade pendant."

"Oh." Bei Yi pouted. He was so poor that he couldn't afford expensive gifts, so he bought a pile of erotic pictures from the market.

"The gift is not about the value, but the thoughtfulness."

"Ah."

The banquet became more and more boring as it went on, and Bei Yi dozed off with his chin in his hands.