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

The two people in front suppressed their voices, and their overlapping figures were pulled in front of the master and disciple by the moonlight.

"Wan Xinan, from the moment your mother massacred my parents, you shouldn't continue to live in this world!" Wan Mufeng pinched his neck and said harshly.

Wan Xinan endured the pain, and his whole back was bleeding from the rockery.

The cold wind chilled his body: "Kill me."

"Kill you? Haha, I want your life to be worse than death!"

Wan Xinan underneath him sneered: "Brother, you are so pitiful."

The word "Xu Shi piti" stimulated Wan Mufeng, and he bit Wan Xinan's neck: "Don't you enjoy it too?"

The master and apprentice behind the rockery held their breath and did not dare to move.

The cold wind ruffled Han Ziyu's hair and hit Bei Yi's face.

Bei Yi took a deep breath, his blood boiled all over, and he pinched his thigh hard.

Memories flooded his mind. He had once forced Han Ziyu like this. This feeling of indulgence and passion was simply head-turning.

Han Ziyu took a small step back, only to feel that he touched something. He frowned and turned to stare at Bei Yi.

Bei Yi hurriedly took a step back and whispered: "It's a matching sword."

The two of them did not dare to move rashly and stood hunched behind the rockery.

The cold wind makes my head hurt.

Wan Xinan slapped Wan Mufeng on the face: "Are you worthy of her?"

Wan Mufeng drew blood from his slap. He wiped the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of indifference: "She is the person you picked, what does it have to do with me."

Wan Xinan shivered in pain: "You and I shouldn't be like this."

"Oh? What should we do? Why don't we let the guests outside see who I am hanging out with on my wedding night?" Wan Mufeng lifted Wan Xinan's body and threw away the obstructive clothes...

Wan Xinan clutched the stone wall in pain, his fingers were bruised and bleeding: "It's extremely boring, and I haven't made any progress in these years."

Bei Yi almost laughed out loud when he heard this sentence. This was the ultimate humiliation for a man.

Han Ziyu's face turned red. Bei Yi took a step closer and whispered against his ear: "Master"

The young man's voice seemed to be floating in the wind. Han Ziyu tilted his head subconsciously, his ears felt hot as if they had been burned by fire, and his heart was like a deer running up and down.

Bei Yi took a step forward, stood in front of Han Ziyu, then turned around and covered Han Ziyu's ears.

The two of them breathed one after another, and Bei Yi could clearly hear Han Ziyu's breathing.

The distance between the two is like embracing each other.

Bei Yi lowered his head slightly. Because Han Ziyu was wearing his black outfit today, his waist was highlighted, and that... was also clearly visible.

Bei Yi was shocked, Master actually did this, how could this be possible?

It seemed that I could hear the voice of Han Ziyu from my previous life, and those scenes replayed in my mind again and again.

In the middle of the night, the four people in the courtyard had their own thoughts.

Han Ziyu couldn't stand the fact that she had desires. She had been practicing for twenty years and had no intention of doing so, but she actually...

He immediately recited the Pure Heart Mantra silently in his heart.

Bei Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. He turned his head away in panic, released the hand covering Han Ziyu's ears, and then pinched his fingers into his palm to force himself to calm down.

Wan Mufeng gritted his teeth: "Then let's see if there is no progress."

Bei Yi is really unbearable. It's been a while since he burned the incense. Why don't you decide quickly? It's such a cold day and you won't be afraid of freezing to death. The bride is still waiting for you.

Wan Mufeng, on the other hand, was happily rubbing Wan Xinan beside the rockery.

"You have been wearing women's clothes since you were a child, which made me think you were a woman, and it even made me fall in love with you." Wan Mufeng whispered.

"brother"

"Don't look at me like this, don't call me brother! You are not Nan'er, why are you not a woman, why!" Wan Mufeng strangled his neck crazily...

Wan Xinan gasped in pain. In his early years, he often wore women's clothes because his mother asked him to pretend to be a girl so that he would not be treated harshly.

Since the civil strife in Wanyueqin, his identity as a man can no longer be concealed.

The two of them didn't finish until Bei Yi's hands and feet were numb from the cold.

"Remember to be there when called, otherwise" Wan Mufeng said against the side of Wan Xinan's face.

"Kill me." Wan Xinan said seriously, "Avenge your parents."

"Kill you? That wouldn't be fun. You are a descendant of people from the Demon Realm, and you are as precious as a treasure." Wan Mufeng pressed Wan Xinan's shoulder and said harshly.

Bei Yi and Han Ziyu were both stunned. How could it be possible for people from the Demon Realm? It was not rumored that the people from the Demon Realm had perished hundreds of years ago.

Wan Xinan: "You only humiliate me again and again to improve your cultivation. The blood of people from the Demon Realm can also achieve the effect. Wouldn't it be better to bleed?"

"You have a beautiful thought, humiliating you is even more pleasurable." Wan Mufeng picked up the wedding clothes, packed them and turned around to leave.

Wan Xinan, whose clothes were torn, was left alone.

After everything was over, Wan Xinan stayed alone against the rockery for half an hour, and then left.

Bei Yi pulled Han Ziyu across and the aura of confusion had not dissipated. He looked closely and saw that there was a pool of blood under the rockery.

Mu Feng was even more ruthless this night than in his previous life.

Han Ziyu's mind was in confusion. This was the first time he had listened to other people's sexual intercourse with his own ears.

When I was young, I went down the mountain with my senior brother for training and learned a lot about things between men and women. He also knew a little bit about the love between men through Wang Zhao, but he had only seen such private things once, which were the five erotic pictures painted by Bei Yi. The overlapping figures of men and women now echoed in my mind.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Han Ziyu replied hastily, for fear of being noticed.

"Master, Wan Xinan is actually from the Demon Realm. How is this possible?"

"Although the blood of people from the Demon Realm can improve their cultivation, it is not suitable for the human body. The people from the Demon Realm were created by Hades thousands of years ago, and later lived in the human world and were used as furnaces. Due to the special physique of the people from the Demon Realm, their skin and flesh can be regenerated. And it is used to improve one's cultivation. Some practitioners will buy people from the Demon Realm at auctions and eat their flesh and blood every day. Hundreds of years ago, the people from the Demon Realm gathered together to fight against the human world, and eventually the people from the Demon Realm returned. Demonic Realm..."

Bei Yi recalled his past life and was unable to find the whereabouts of people from the Demon Realm in the human world. He could only rely on his cultivation to go to the border of the Demon Realm to find the blood and demonic energy of the Demon Realm.

"Wan Xinan is from the Demon Realm, so wouldn't his mother be too."

"Well, this matter is rotten in the stomach. People in the Demon Realm are not evil, but they are just suffering from disasters because of their special physique. The human heart is often the most terrifying."

"Disciple knows." Bei Yi's heart suddenly warmed up, and the cold wind around him seemed to warm up.

The two walked through the night.

When we arrived at the place marked on the map, we found a wooden house hidden in the woods in the backyard.

"What can be found here?" Bei Yi said softly.

Bei Yi looked at the locked door. If he broke in, he would definitely be discovered. He pushed open the window and climbed in.

The dust that was thrown into the wooden house was splashed all over the floor, and there were spider webs all around. It looked like it was in disrepair and uninhabited.

Bei Yi condensed a flame with his palm, and through the dim light he could see a scroll on a wooden wall. On the scroll was a pair of beautiful people, a man and a woman, both wearing white clothes.