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

The journey was long, so the three masters and apprentices decided to stay in an inn for one night.

Fang Yuan's inn is very different from Qizhen's. It is more spacious and luxurious, with tiles inside, and a richer entertainment life.

The three masters and apprentices sat on the first floor to watch the singing and dancing.

Xi Qing and Wang Ruonan hurried over: "Master."

After a few people gathered together, they ordered a table of dishes and enjoyed the dancing and music while eating.

Wang Ruonan's eyes always looked at Mu Yuan uncontrollably.

There was singing and dancing, candlelight flickered, and fragrance lingered.

The people in the restaurant are surrounded by good wine and beautiful women.

"Isn't that Wan Mufeng?" Xi Qing's sudden words aroused Bei Yi's interest.

Bei Yi turned his head and looked at Wan Mufeng and his bride, who were sitting at the other end of the restaurant. The bride was pretty and matched him perfectly.

Wan Xinan was sitting next to Wan Mufeng.

The bride smiled and said: "Xinan, we will be a family from now on, don't be so restrained and eat quickly."

Wan Mufeng's hand slowly touched Wan Xinan's thigh under the table.

Wan Xinan turned her legs to avoid his hand and met the eyes of her new sister-in-law: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

The bride Ou Hongyu smiled and took a piece of pastry for Wan Xinan: "Why should the family be so polite? My sister-in-law also wants to thank you for being the bridge between me and Mu Feng."

Wan Xinan pursed her lips and looked at the pastries in the bowl, her heart filled with ups and downs.

Wan Mufeng hugged Wan Xinan's shoulders: "Yes, my good brother, thank you very much for connecting me with Yu'er, but I have to thank you very much."

Wan Mufeng carried the wine pot and drank a glass of wine for Wan Xinan: "Drink, I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight."

His other hand was rubbing Wan Xinan's thigh from below.

Wan Mufeng smiled and raised the corner of his mouth: "Cousin, but the wine doesn't taste good?"

Wan Xinan picked up the wine glass and drank it down. He glanced at his sister-in-law in front of him, and then at Wan Mufeng beside him: "It tastes good."

Bei Yi held up his chin and watched the show. This was much more interesting than the dance music.

Wan Mufeng's hand was still stroking her.

Wan Xinan suddenly stood up: "I'm a little dizzy, so I'm going to rest first."

Ou Hongyu said worriedly: "But are you sick?"

"Sister-in-law, don't worry. I'm just a little dizzy because I'm too drunk." Wan Xinan turned around and walked towards the guest room on the second floor.

Bei Yi was watching it happily, but who knew that Wan Xinan would just leave like this, and the fun was over.

"Get some guest rooms." Han Ziyu said to the waiter beside him.

"Sir, there are only three Tianzi No. 1 rooms left in our hotel."

Just as Han Ziyu was about to take out the silver dollar, Bei Yi immediately pressed Han Ziyu's hand: "I'll do it, Master."

Bei Yi handed the money he found from Gu Tie to the waiter.

Entering the room, Bei Yi generously laid a quilt on the floor: "Master, please sleep on the bed."

"It's cold, go to bed and sleep." Han Ziyu took off his shirt.

The candlelight flickered, and Bei Yi could clearly see Han Ziyu's waist under her clothes. Why hadn't she gained any weight? It would definitely be uncomfortable to hold her in her arms.

Bei Yi took off his coat and lay on the outside of the bed, each of them covered with a quilt.

"Master."

Han Ziyu turned over to face him: "What's the matter?"

The two of them were close at hand, and both were awake. The flickering candlelight created a somewhat unclear atmosphere...

Bei Yi rested his arms on his head and smiled: "Master, do you have anyone you like?"

"No, people who practice Taoism do not seek love." Han Ziyu replied coldly.

Bei Yi pouted: "But don't people often say that dying under peonies can be romantic even if you are a ghost."

Han Ziyu glared at the young man in front of him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Go to bed quickly, we have to go on the road tomorrow."

"Master~"

As soon as the young man acted coquettishly, Han Ziyu's tone immediately softened: "What else can you do?"

Bei Yi touched his nose: "Master, take a rest early."

Not long after he finished speaking, the boy beside him had already fallen asleep. Han Ziyu used his spiritual power to extinguish the candle. Who knew that the candle was so strong that it could not be extinguished no matter what.

Han Ziyu looked at the sleeping boy next to him, and had no choice but to step over and prop himself up, stepping on the ground with bare feet, and walked towards the candlestick.

After blowing for a few times, the candle failed to blow out. Han Ziyu was so angry that she immediately snuffed out the candle.

The room suddenly became dark, and Han Ziyu slowly walked towards the bed, for fear of waking up the person on the bed.

Stepping on the platform and about to step onto the bed, he accidentally jumped directly on Bei Yi, and his hand grabbed someone's trousers without hesitation. He pressed his center of gravity and pressed down hard with his whole hand...

Bei Yi, who had just been drifting in and out of dreams, cried out in pain: "Ah!"

Han Ziyu raised his hand in surprise and immediately, but now it had no fulcrum, and his whole body was pressed against Bei Yi, and their foreheads hit each other with a thud.

Bei Yi covered ++, it hurt so damn much, it hurt so much, ah, how can I be happy in the second half of my life?

My forehead also hurts. Master, I'm afraid he hasn't mastered Iron Tou Gong. What are you doing at night?

Could it be that you want to eat me?

Bei Yi immediately used his spiritual power to light the candle. Seeing the stunned eyes and messy clothes of the person on his body, Bei Yi almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Master, is he really going to eat himself?

He looked down and saw that his underwear had been pulled down a little, and Bei Yi was stunned.

Han Ziyu's breathing was right next to his ears, and no one dared to move for a while.

Bei Yi felt happy in his heart. If he had known about it earlier, he would have pretended to be asleep to see what the master would do.

The man's face was red, and he was feeling restless because of drinking.

The young man's body was broad and his fiery palms supported his waist. His mind suddenly became confused.

The incident of peeping last night gradually came to mind.

Han Ziyu bit her tongue, turned over immediately, and landed on the bed with a thud.

Bei Yi took a few deep breaths. He raised his head slightly and looked at the secret area. He was half-dead in pain, but now he had an unexpected reaction.

In desperation, he immediately stood up and put out the candle, then slowly returned to the bed.

"I" they both said in unison.

Han Ziyu rubbed her hands and pursed her lips: "I just wanted to put out the candle, but I accidentally put it out."

"Disciple knows, it's okay Master." Bei Yi said.

He said he was calm, but his heart was already in turmoil, his blood was boiling, and his heart was tormented as if it were being fried on a hot pan.

All the unspeakable images of him in his previous life suddenly flooded into his mind.

Bei Yi's palms were covered in hot sweat, and his breathing gradually deepened.

Especially the faint fragrance of Han Ziyu's body was killing him.

Han Ziyu turned over and faced away from him, with the quilt only around her waist.

That smooth back was facing him like this. Bei Yi couldn't bear it anymore. He tried to reach there again and again but moved his hand back again and again.

No, it can't be like this, this is Han Ziyu, how can he be unable to resist it again and again.

But reason ultimately lost to desire.

He stared at Han Ziyu's back, pleasuring himself.

Han Ziyu suddenly turned over and the two looked at each other: "Bei Yi."