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

There were a lot of spicy food in front of him. The last time he came here was with Han Ziyu. At that time, he lived in Qiu Fang on the second floor. He accidentally pounced on it...

"What are you laughing at?" Xiao Lin picked up a piece of boiled meat and placed it in Beiyi's bowl.

"No, it's nothing."

Why can't I get rid of his face in my mind? Why is this happening?

"Eat."

"Yeah." Bei Yi drank a glass of Lotus Clear, then poured a few more glasses into his stomach.

"Are you worried?" Xiao Lin picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine.

"No, this wine is delicious." He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of sadness.

The guests on the first floor were laughing and laughing, but he seemed to be aloof.

"Xiao Er, have another bottle of wine," Bei Yi said.

"Okay." The waiter came over with a bottle of wine.

Bei Yi drank several glasses of wine in succession, and the food in front of him was tasteless.

Han Ziyu's figure seemed to reappear in front of his eyes. Bei Yi smiled helplessly, took a mouthful of vegetables and chewed them a few times, then drank a few more sips of wine due to the spicy taste.

People in the lobby mingled with each other, and the noisy sounds lingered in their ears.

"I wonder if Mr. Han Xian has someone he likes?"

"Nothing."

"Does Lord Hanxian have any requirements for his future wife?" A woman dressed in white and wearing a veil asked shyly.

Bei Yi frowned. He turned his head and stared at Han Ziyu through the crowd. It was him, Han Ziyu.

What is he doing? Why is he here?

Why is there a woman sitting in front of him?

Why is this woman dressed in white, and looks like a girl in a painting when she is with Han Zi? Why is she here? How could Han Ziyu have dinner with her since he has never been a womanizer?

"No request." Han Ziyu sat there cautiously.

The woman smiled softly and lifted the veil. Under the veil was a beautiful face, not absolutely beautiful, but very human.

Bei Yi turned around and picked up the wine bottle and started drinking.

Xiao Lin's hand holding the chopsticks shook and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "It's getting late today. Let's stay here for the night after dinner."

"Ah."

After dinner, Bei Yi went up to the second floor. He drank a lot of wine and his mind was groggy. Han Ziyu's frown and smile appeared in front of him again and again, and he shook his head.

"Master."

The person in front of him looked against the moonlight, and the hands caressed his cheek.

Bei Yi smiled and held his hand: "Master, I realize my mistake."

The person in front of him pulled away his hand: "Bei Yi, have a good rest."

Bei Yi took his hand: "Master, don't leave, can you stay with me?"

"okay."

Bei Yi sat up, hugged his waist, put his head against his abdomen, and tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't leave."

Bei Yi closed his eyes and could smell the faint scent of peach blossoms, not the scent of lotus leaves and sandalwood.

Bei Yi raised his head in confusion and met Xiao Lin's eyes. He pushed Xiao Lin away in shock: "I'm sorry, Master. Yes, it was the disciple who was rude."

"It's okay. You're drunk. Get some rest early. You have to go on the road tomorrow."

"Ah."

After watching Xiao Lin leave, Bei Yi sat dejectedly by the bed. How could this happen? How could someone who had missed him for six hundred years resist his approach? How could this happen?

Bei Yi raised his hand and slapped himself twice.

The drunkenness dissipated a little. He opened the window and looked at the bright moon outside the window, and memories of the past came flooding back.

He immediately put on his clothes and ran downstairs. It was already midnight (eight o'clock in the evening). He stood on the second floor and looked down. Han Ziyu was still there, and the beautiful woman was still sitting in front of him.

Bei Yi hurried downstairs and came to the dining table behind Han Ziyu.

"Han Xianjun, I have heard about your deeds a long time ago. To be honest, I have been pleased with you for a long time." The woman finished speaking and took a sip of wine.

"I am neither from a famous family nor from one of the top ten sects. Do you mind my origin?" the woman continued.

"do not mind."

"Han Xianjun, do you really have no one you like?" the woman asked.

Han Ziyu lowered his head and glanced at the spirit bag on his waist. The spirit bag contained some gifts from others.

He hesitated for a moment, the person he likes?

Bei Yi sat there restlessly, wondering who Han Ziyu would like? Is it his senior brother Bai Si? No, it's impossible. Han Ziyu has been poisoned by grain poison and has already passed the age of weak crown. If he had a crush on someone who had no feelings for him, he would have become poisonous long ago. Could it be that Bai Sixing also likes Han Ziyu?

Bei Yi felt his teeth itch with hatred when he thought of this.

"What is your favorite?" Han Ziyu asked.

Hearing these words, Bei Yi felt like he was about to spurt out blood. He was still in love after doing it for a long time.

"The person you love is the person you think about day and night. I wish them well and be healthy. When you see them, you feel very good." The woman looked at Han Ziyu in front of her seriously.

"Does Mr. Hanxian have a crush on you?"

Han Ziyu shook his head: "No."

"That's good. I don't like forcing others to make things difficult for me. If the Immortal Lord has someone he likes, I won't stalk him. Since the Immortal Lord said no, the little girl will feel at ease." The woman smiled happily.

Han Ziyu drank a glass of wine.

The woman said: "Han Xianjun, I want to go to the toilet, I'm really embarrassed."

"It doesn't matter." Han Ziyu said softly.

Bei Yi in the back was so angry that he was so angry that he had never been treated like this before. If he had dinner with him and said that he had to go to the toilet, Han Ziyu would definitely pull out Li Xuan and say fiercely, "Why did you go early?"

Han Ziyu is now here to meet the immortal couple. Hahaha, they will get married in the future and have nothing to do with me anymore.

This life is this life, and the past life is the previous life. Even if he was the person of the original deity in the previous life, he is not in this life.

Bei Yi stood up suddenly and walked towards the backyard of the restaurant.

The night was getting dark, and as soon as the woman packed her clothes and walked out of the palace, she was knocked unconscious by a palm.

Bei Yi took a woman's white clothes from her space bag and changed into them, then went to the restaurant, put on her veil again, and sat down opposite Han Ziyu with a shy step.

He said in a sharp voice: "Immortal Lord, do you really have no one you like?"

Han Ziyu drank a few glasses of wine and was too drunk. He was drunk and shook his head: "No."

"Master, uh, Immortal Lord"

Han Ziyu's eyes trembled. He looked at the woman in front of him, and the more he looked at her, the more she looked like the same person.

Bei Yi poured him a glass of wine, and Han Ziyu picked up the cup and drank it.

They say you tell the truth when you're drunk, so you should be able to tell the truth when you're drunk like this.

"Xianjun, do you like Bai Si?"

Han Ziyu shook his head: "He, he is my senior brother, you can't have such dirty thoughts in your heart."

It doesn't mean that you don't like it, it's just that you are forced to suppress your desires due to the world. Bei Yi glared at the person in front of him.

"If he were not your senior brother, would you like him?"

Han Ziyu shook his head: "No way."

Bei Yi wanted to ask the question but didn't know how to ask it.

"Do you like Bei Yi?"

Han Ziyu squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he fell down in front of the table with a thud.