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

"Shut up, what the hell did Han Ziyu create?"

Bei Yi was hung in the air and fluttered a few times, then kicked the chain with his only free leg.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, furious."

"You are still scolding the Immortal Lord. Where is the Immortal Lord? Is the Hanguang Immortal Lord here? Someone is scolding you."

Bei Yi was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He didn't expect that such a cold person as Han Ziyu would create such a wretched spiritual weapon. It was really amazing.

Bei Yi was driven crazy by the harassment of these spiritual weapons all day long. He couldn't bear it anymore and had no choice but to endure it.

On the seventh day, he finally saw the person who hung him here, Han Ziyu.

"Can you know the crime?"

Damn it, you still know that I’m hanging here, you’re so mad at me.

"I know, I know, my disciple knows his crime." Bei Yi looked aggrieved, as if he had been wronged a lot.

Those spiritual weapons giggled: "He doesn't know, he doesn't know, Immortal Lord, this boy said he would play with you to death."

Han Ziyu's face was blue and red, and his palms showed a slight light of blue and white.

Damn, I'll wait for the spiritual weapon. Bei Yi closed his eyes tightly and waited for Li Xuan to beat him to death. After waiting for a long time, he opened his eyes and smiled slightly, as if he realized that this expression could not move his master. He immediately burst into tears.

"Master, woo woo, master, I, disciple, I made a mistake. I don't dare to do it again. I will be a good person and respect the master in the future."

I will honor you well, uncle. I have honored you all the way to bed in my previous life.

Han Ziyu put Li Xuan away and with a wave of his hand, Bei Yi fell from the stone pillar to the ground with a bang.

"Thank you Master, thank you Master."

Han Ziyu looked at the blood stains all over his body and wanted to reach out her hand to give him a hand, but quickly retracted it and took out a bottle of elixir from her sleeve.

"Twice a day for seven days."

Bei Yi watched the medicine bottle rolling to his heels with a gurgling sound, and picked it up in a panic: "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."

Han Ziyu turned around and left, his steps quickening and a breeze stirred by his clothes.

Bei Yi glared fiercely at the departing figure in front of him, "Han Ziyu, let me see if I don't play with you to death from now on."

Bei Yi lamely, holding on to the stone railing, jumped back to the disciples' residence.

That funny look made all the junior fellow students burst into laughter.

Wang Ruonan turned around and saw a junior brother with messy hair, dirt all over his body, and blood on his face, limping towards him. He was shocked: "Master, did you let you down?"

Bei Yi snatched the teapot from her hand, picked it up and poured it into his mouth. After drinking a pot of water, he burped again: "Hey, I'm so exhausted."

Wang Ruonan snatched the teapot and said with an angry look, "Drink Master's tea completely and make another pot for me."

Bei Yi was speechless. It was just a pot of tea, and he was not afraid of premature aging if he was so generous.

Wang Ruonan thought for a while and took the teapot back: "The tea Master drinks is made from the morning dew. You are just clumsy, forget it."

Wang Ruonan took two steps and then turned back, holding Bei Yi's ear and walking towards the hot spring: "Look at your appearance, you are embarrassing the master. Quickly wash up and change clothes, and go and apologize to the master."

"Still asking for forgiveness?"

"What do you think?" Wang Ruonan kicked his feet, pulled him to the hot spring bathing area, and kicked him in: "Wash well, it stinks."

This senior sister is a shrew, and I don’t know why senior brother Mu Yuan fell in love with this bitch. She is cruel and aggressive, has no femininity at all, and dares to kick me. Forget it, good men don’t fight with women.

Bei Yi soaked in the hot spring for half an hour. His head was dizzy and his limbs were weak before he got ashore.

When I arrived at the Disciple's Residence, I entered my own residence. As soon as I opened the door, the dust hit my face.

"Damn it, you haven't been back for two months, so you shouldn't have so much dust, right?"

Before the Beiyi Gate was closed, I heard someone muttering next to me.

"You said that this Bei Yi is true. He was the favored disciple of the Immortal Lord before. He moved directly into the White Water Palace. Even Senior Brother Mu Yuan didn't get such good treatment. He had to run away privately. I don't know which door squeezed his brain."

"Ahem, who knows, I heard that when new members are admitted next month, the Xi family master will compete for the position of inner disciple. I'm afraid Bei Yi will be reduced to an outer disciple by then."

"Is there really such a thing?"

"That's still false. The Xi family are the nobles of our Wangya Peak. They moved their family to Wangya Peak a few years ago and directly occupied the other two peaks."

"Ten peaks, five peaks in total can be inhabited, and the Xi family occupies two peaks?"

"That's not true. The Xi family is as rich as the country."

Bei Yi slammed the door and came in, and the two gossiping disciples ran far away.

Xi family, could it be that Xi Qing is competing for the position of inner disciple this time? We are really enemies of each other. Xi Qing, who died at the hands of me in his previous life, has nothing to fear. He is just an ant.

Bei Yi looked through the clothes on the side. They were either green or white. There was not even a single piece of clothing that caught his eye. This body was too unsightly. Thinking about how handsome Mu Yuan's Taoist uniform was, Bei Yi searched the room. After looking through it, he pulled out a jet black disciple uniform.

Just this one, it fits the temperament of the Demon Lord.

"The evil disciple Bei Yi kneels down to see the Master. This disciple is unfilial and causes trouble. I hope the Master will forgive me."

Han Ziyu was taking a nap when he was woken up by someone. He was a little angry. He heard the figure of the visitor adjusting his clothes, but did not respond.

"The rebellious disciple Bei Yi knows that his sins are extremely heinous and he does not deserve the master's forgiveness. If the master refuses to forgive, the disciple will die in front of the master to apologize."

Han Ziyu walked to the backyard and sat at the wooden table under the pavilion, and began to focus on making the mid-level spiritual weapon.

"Evil disciple Bei Yi, please forgive me, master. I should never associate with monsters. I should die for my crime."

Han Ziyu looked at the drawings of the artifacts he had drawn and was making the spirit weapon. The structure of the spirit catcher was too complicated, and after several hours of work, he still couldn't make it.

"Disciple Bei Yi, come here to ask for forgiveness from Master."

Bei Yi pulled the cobblestones in the yard to make a flat ground for his knees. Shihan Ziyu spread the cobblestones in the yard because he wanted to run and loosen his muscles. It hurt me to death.

Shouting until his mouth was dry and he couldn't get a response, Bei Yi continued to shout weakly.

"Brother, Bei Yi, please forgive me, Master."

"Come in."

Finally getting a response, Bei Yi quickly got up and ran into the house. This house was too familiar. Xiao Lin lived here in his previous life. Later, in order to humiliate Han Ziyu, he imprisoned him here and played songs every day.

He still remembered the antique bed, with many overlapping naked men carved on it to humiliate Han Ziyu.

Bei Yi walked along the corridor and didn't find him. After walking around, he realized that he was in a pavilion in the backyard.

"Master."

No one responded

"Master, this disciple comes to ask for forgiveness from Master."

The man turned his head slightly, his messy hair flying in the wind. Damn it, this look really made him unbearable. Bei Yi coughed twice and looked away at the grass in the backyard.

"Master is making spiritual weapons?"

"Ah."

"Spirit trap?"

"Ah."

Han Ziyu chewed on the iron wire used to piece together the spiritual weapon, and there was still some rust and palm oil on his hand.

Bei Yi reached for the wire in his mouth: "I'm here to help you, Master."

Han Ziyu raised her eyes and glanced at him, but said nothing more.

Bei Yi never liked studying, and he never listened to this kind of utensil class every time. He only remembered that in his previous life, he followed Xiao Lin in class and only cared about eating.

Bei Yi awkwardly sat aside holding the wire and randomly picked up the iron lumps.

Sitting aside and watching Han Ziyu's slender hands flexibly playing with the objects, I realized that this person was really powerful.

Those hands with clear muscles and bones had held his desire in the previous life. They were cold and tasted very good.

"What are you thinking about?"

Bei Yi shivered in fright and dropped the object in his hand to the floor.

"If you can't, just get out."

"Yes, yes, of course." Bei Yi thought of a fun idea.

Bei Yi drew a diagram of the structure of the spiritual weapon and did what he had done in his previous life.

The two of them went like this from the time the sun was shining until the sunset illuminated them.

Bei Yi clapped his hands, hahaha, very good, very good. In the previous life, it was this object that made Han Ziyu so angry that he almost fainted. This object is of great use.

After Bei Yi was done, he looked at him like this, the sunset reflected on him, his thin lips, cold eyes with ice light, his phoenix eyes like peach blossoms, sucking people's soul everywhere, he was simply evil.

Bei Yi pinched his thigh twice. Damn it, he really had a face that made both humans and gods angry, and he would seduce people.

Bei Yi couldn't help but stare at his thin lips again.

"What are you looking at?"

"No, no, I am impressed by the master's ability. This soul catcher was made in one afternoon."

After Han Ziyu finished it, he looked at what Bei Yi had made. It was a mushroom-like thing. It looked a little thicker than a mushroom and had no function. It just looked a little strange. It was different from the lion-like hunting thing he made. Horcruxes are very different. The "Spirit Weapon Making" he teaches has such a thing?

"What is this?"

Bei Yi smiled obscenely, of course it is a magical weapon that can make you feel comfortable.

Bei Yi exerted some spiritual power and saw the object began to rub up and down.

Han Ziyu frowned: "What's the use?"

Bei Yi pinched his thighs to hold back his laughter. He really was a practicing cultivator and had no desire at all. He didn't even have the slightest trace of fireworks: "Master, you don't know?"

Han Ziyu stared at it for a long time, not understanding what use this thing could have on evil spirits.

Until Bei Yi picked up the spiritual weapon, which was moving up and down in Bei Yi's hand, Han Ziyu's face was as blue as a rock.

Li Xuan spread out from his palm, green light appeared everywhere, and the spiritual weapon was smashed to pieces by Li Xuan.

Bei Yi suppressed his laughter and put his hands behind his back: "I wonder why Master is angry?"

"What do you say?"

"My disciple is not wrong, it is just a mushroom for children to play with."

Han Ziyu's face was livid, and his phoenix eyes were deformed with anger. It seemed that he was thinking too much and that his mind was unclear. Han Ziyu took back Li Xuan, waved his hand, and left facing the glow.

Bei Yi leaned on the table, laughing so hard that he almost lost his breath. He collected the debris on the floor, hummed a little tune and left the White Water Palace.

Han Ziyu was lying on the bed, her face turning red and white. She had mastered the art of purifying the mind for many years. How could she be so embarrassed today and think so badly of a fifteen-year-old disciple?

Han Ziyu took two deep breaths and continued to practice the art of purifying the mind to get rid of what he saw and thought today.