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

Not long after, Bei Yi went to attend Lu Ming's wedding banquet. The scene was spectacular, with petals raining all over the sky inside and outside Pengxi Pavilion.

He stood beside Lu Ming. He was also very busy as the best man today.

Mo Ling walked slowly from outside the palace wearing a red wedding dress, her figure swaying, and in an instant, petals all over the sky fell, and she was so beautiful.

"The bride has arrived."

Lu Ming rubbed his hands nervously and watched Mo Ling walking intently. When he saw her stepping on the wedding dress and almost tripping, he excitedly wanted to run up to help her, but Bei Yi held her back.

"Brother Lu, don't be nervous," Bei Yi said.

"Yes, yes, me, me, I'm not nervous, I'm very happy." Lu Ming smiled.

Mo Ling stepped over the brazier and walked into the main hall. She shyly held the hand of the married maid and walked slowly.

Lu Ming strode forward and held Qian Hong: "Madam, you are so beautiful."

After the newlyweds bowed three times, Mo Ling couldn't wait to hold Lu Ming's hand: "Husband, it's time to go to the bridal chamber."

Lu Ming's face turned red with embarrassment: "Ling'er, all the guests are still here."

Mo Ling directly lifted her red hijab and glanced over. When she saw Han Ziyu's figure, she was overjoyed: "It's great that Han Xianzun is here."

"My husband knows that you admire Han Xianzun, so of course you will invite him here." Lu Ming held Mo Ling's hand.

Bei Yi walked out of the lobby and sat down next to Han Ziyu.

Xi Qing pushed Bei Yi: "Sit further away, don't be next to my master."

I haven’t seen you for two months. I miss you so much. It’s crazy. How could I miss you so much?

Xiao Lin was sitting opposite Bei Yi, and the atmosphere was a little strange.

Xi Qing glared at him: "Shameless, go and sit next to your master."

Bei Yi didn't take his words to heart at all and ate the wedding banquet carefully.

After the banquet was over, he was unable to say a word to Han Ziyu.

After staying in Pengxi Pavilion for two days, I returned to the top of Wangya. The hidden injuries on my body always caused unbearable pain at night.

As soon as he fell asleep at Yingtan Peak's residence, Xiao Lin knocked on the door and walked in.

"Master."

"Well, your hidden injuries haven't healed yet. Take the medicine and then go to sleep."

Bei Yi stood up, lit the lamp, took the medicine bowl, and a bitter medicinal smell rushed straight into his nose. He held his breath, picked up the bowl, and poured it into his stomach. Instantly, a fishy smell surged up, and Bei Yi frowned to suppress the nausea.

"Thank you, Master."

"Take good care of your injury and take the medicine on time." Xiao Lin took the medicine bowl and put it back in the suitcase.

"I'm sorry, Master, I have to come and deliver the medicine in person." Bei Yi turned his back to Xiao Lin. All that came to mind was Han Ziyu's figure. What was he doing at this point? Was he asleep? He should be doing spiritual work. Damn it, I really don’t know how to take care of my body, sleeping so late every day.

"The moonlight is shining brightly outside, how about admiring the moon together as masters?"

Bei Yi turned around, and the person in front of him gradually overlapped with Han Ziyu's figure. He patted his head and the phantom dispersed.

"Okay." Bei Yi chuckled and stepped forward to hold Xiao Lin's hand. "Master, you are finally back."

Xiao Lin flicked his head: "You must have been waiting for a long time."

A face that made him heartache suddenly flashed in front of Bei Yi's eyes. He shook his head before the face disappeared with the wind.

"Not long, disciple, it won't be long." Bei Yi looked into Xiao Lin's eyes sincerely.

The two people's eyes were entangled, and Bei Yi's head hurt as if it was going to explode. He endured the pain and held Xiao Lin's hand and flew up to the roof.

The two of them drank a bottle of wine a month and chatted to soothe the breeze.

Bei Yi raised his hand and touched the position of his heart. It felt numb and numb.

Xiao Lin poured him a glass of wine: "The Lianhua Qing you like to drink."

Bei Yi took the wine glass and took a sip: "Master, I"

I wanted to say something, but suddenly I forgot. Do you want to say these four words "I like you"?

"What's wrong?" Xiao Lin raised his wine glass and touched it with him.

"me"

Why do you want to say those four words? Bei Yi drank another glass of wine.

"Thank you, Master."

"no need thank me?"

"Take care of me for so long." Bei Yi held his forehead, feeling a sudden pain from a tendon, and the picture in his mind was chaotic.

I got drunk after two glasses of wine, which is very inconsistent with my drinking capacity.

"Bei Yi."

"Ok?"

"What do you think of Han Xianzun?"

"what?"

"Oh, after all, he was your master."

Bei Yi shook his head, and a person's frown and smile appeared in front of him, his joy, anger, sorrow, and back, and gradually everything disappeared with the wind.

"Disgusted! I hate him so much, I wish he would die!" He said calmly and resolutely, his fingers clenching loudly.

Xiao Lin poured him another glass of wine: "The moonlight is very beautiful tonight."

"Master, it's great that you can come back!" Bei Yi's eyes were wet.

This is the person he has missed for six hundred years. For more than six hundred years, he has been in the underworld for six hundred years, and finally he has waited for his true love.

Bei Yi swallowed a glass of wine, put his arms on the roof, and leaned forward.

Just when their foreheads touched and the faint peach blossom fragrance entered his nostrils, Bei Yi suddenly turned his head away and said calmly: "The moonlight is indeed beautiful."

"Ah."

Looking up again, the bright moonlight was covered by layers of dark clouds, and the shadows of the trees were dancing.

Bei Yi lowered his eyes and felt a dull pain in his forehead. He shook his head and said, "Master, I'm tired, so let's go back and rest first."

"Well, take good care of your body and take your medicine on time."

"Yes."

Bei Yi ran very fast and went straight to his disciple's residence. He opened the door and fell on the bed.

You were about to kiss Xiao Lin just now, why did you suddenly feel sick? This is the love of your previous life, Beiyi, what happened to you, what happened to you?

He was sulking in the quilt, sweating heavily on a hot day, and the sweat on his body was like rain.

He didn't lift the quilt until he was out of breath and lay down on the bed.

His forehead has been hurting these days, and he has been taking medicine on time. The hidden injuries have indeed improved a lot, but the medicine tastes terrible and the smell is too strong.

Occasionally one day, he was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night and suddenly sat up. Then he thought of Han Ziyu. It seemed that he had not thought of Han Ziyu for a long time.

He immediately changed his clothes, left Yingtan Peak at night, and flew to White Water Palace. The lotus flowers in the courtyard arrived at just the right time, and the blossoming lotus flowers exuded a refreshing fragrance.

Bei Yi flew down from the eaves and landed next to the lotus pond, carefully admiring the scene of the moon entering the lotus pond.

Hearing the clanging sounds in the house, Bei Yi approached slowly and quietly.

He hid his breath, slowly opened the window, and looked at the person in the window through the small gap. He saw that his black hair slid down to his waist, his white clothes were draped casually on his body, and his seductive collarbones and slender fingers were looking at him. It's the ultimate temptation.

Bei Yi swallowed his saliva, and the images of his past life came to him.

In the next second, his robe was pushed up, and he had another reaction he shouldn't have.

Bei Yi lay by the window and watched for a long time, until the moonlight faded, and then he quietly left.

Before he even went to bed, the tendons in his forehead began to hurt. The pain made him curl up and lie on the ground, his forehead covered with cold sweat.