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

Bei Yi stayed in the valley and knelt for a long time. After his knees went numb, he got up and staggered towards Yingtan Peak.

The early autumn wind was mixed with coolness, and what happened just now still made his heart unable to calm down for a long time.

Bei Yi sat on the roof and admired the moonlight, and memories of his past life kept coming back.

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In early autumn, the heat is gradually dissipating.

The lotus flowers in Whitewater Palace showed signs of withering, and the petals fell into the lotus pond, creating layers of ripples.

A few dragonflies stand on the lotus flowers, the breeze blows, and the dew drops fall.

The sun in the sky broke out of the sea of ​​clouds, revealing half of its head. The goose-yellow sky was filled with bloody sunlight, and the sea of ​​clouds mixed with the dawn rolled towards the top of the cliff.

The person on the bed was immersed in a deep sleep. Bei Yi turned over and looked at Han Ziyu beside him. Only medicine could make him sleep so peacefully.

Bei Yi raised his hand and touched Han Ziyu's eyebrows, looking at the horrific marks on his body, and thinking of the endless torture last night.

He must have been extremely tired and slept until midnight with no sign of waking up.

Bei Yi kissed his forehead, and the cold touch made him frown.

He immediately tested Han Ziyu's pulse. It was so weak that he could hardly feel it, and even his breathing was too shallow to detect.

Bei Yi's heart suddenly shrank, and he called softly: "Han Ziyu, get up."

The people beside him didn't react at all, not even raising their eyelids.

"Why are you pretending to be dead!" Bei Yi roared viciously, so frightened that the maid waiting outside the door immediately knelt on the ground.

Bei Yi shouted at the door: "Call Li Linfu to me."

"Yes, Demon Lord." The maid lowered her eyes, stood up, and hurriedly ran away.

When Li Linfu arrived, he only saw rags of clothes on the floor and shocking blood stains on the bed curtains.

As a doctor, he couldn't bear to see this scene. But when he unbuttoned Han Ziyu's inner clothes, he saw that his blood-stained body was covered with bruises and bruises, and there were still wounds that had not dried up all over his body. He couldn't bear to look at it any longer: "Your Majesty, Lord Hanxian is too injured."

"When did you get hurt?"

"Han Xianzun, his internal energy has been wiped out now. He is no different from a mortal. He cannot withstand all-night love and such torture." Li Linfu took care of Han Ziyu's injuries, large and small.

"Ah."

"When we were in love, the Immortal Lord used magic to borrow your spiritual power to commit suicide. He probably gave up at the last moment. He was injured and had to sleep for half a month before he woke up."

"Suicide?" Bei Yi looked at the person on the bed in disbelief. How could he seek death? Shouldn't he kill himself before committing suicide?

"Ah."

"He finally gave up?"

"Well, if the Immortal Lord wanted to die, with the Lord's spiritual power, the Han Immortal Lord would probably be a corpse in ice by now." Li Linfu pretended to be calm.

Bei Yi glared at the person on the bed: "How dare you ask for death? I haven't had enough fun yet. Who allowed you to die? Who allowed you to commit suicide!"

"You failed to commit suicide last time, but now you are using my spiritual power to commit suicide. Han Ziyu, you are so capable." Bei Yi roared, glaring at the dying man on the bed, "Don't expect to die so easily."

The Demon Lord stayed in White Water Palace for three whole months without leaving the door of his dormitory.

The maid in Whitewater Palace has not dared to say a word for three months for fear of losing her life.

Late autumn is here, and the people in bed finally wake up.

Bei Yi sat aside, pouring tea, and looked like a good person as he remained silent. After all, he had a good face, and when he sat upright, he looked like a kid from a rich family.

"woke up?"

Han Ziyu looked at the person in front of him coldly. He might have been unconscious for a long time, his face was pale and his body was weak, and his eyes were a little cloudy.

Hearing the voices of the people next to him, he turned over and faced Bei Yi's direction.

"Now that you're awake, get up and drink the porridge."

The person on the bed paid no attention to him.

Bei Yi picked up the porridge and walked forward: "It's late autumn, and the red maples outside the cliff top are growing well. Haven't you always wanted to go down the mountain?"

Han Ziyu looked at the bowl of porridge, hesitantly took it and took a few sips.

"Be good and I will agree to your request." Bei Yi took the bowl from his hand.

"Let me go."

Bei Yi threw away the bowl in his hand, raised his hand and strangled Han Ziyu's neck: "Leave? You want to leave me so much? If you give up on this idea, I will pull you out even if you go to hell. , even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will find you."

Han Ziyu's face turned red but showed no expression.

Bei Yi looked at his bloodshot eyes and immediately let go.

Han Ziyu coughed violently, and then said without any desire, "Are you crazy enough?"

Bei Yi lowered his head and bit his lip, pressing his shoulders and doing whatever he wanted.

It wasn't until the man beneath him couldn't bear the torture and vomited a mouthful of blood that Bei Yi hurriedly pulled away and performed exercises on him to heal his injuries.

"Have a good rest and come back down the mountain when you feel better." Bei Yi shook off his sleeves and flew away.

Two days later, the two of them were riding in a carriage through the red maple forest.

Bei Yi opened the door curtain: "The red maples in late autumn are really beautiful."

Han Ziyu looked through the window and saw red maples falling in the cold wind. Looking at a long road with two rows of maple trees, the maple leaves were like red clouds.

The long road is covered with red maples and has only two lines of ruts.

"Li Linfu, stop the car."

"Yes."

Bei Yi took Han Ziyu's hand and got out of the car, then picked up a large cloak and put it on Han Ziyu.

The two walked hand in hand on the red maple road. The faint fragrance of maple wafted, and the sun shone down, and their figures overlapped.

The two of them walked through the red maple forest without speaking.

Li Linfu drove behind the two of them. Looking at the Lord and Hanxian Lord, he took a long breath. He obviously loved them deeply, but he was blinded by hatred.

Walk out of the maple forest and go to the nearby market.

Bei Yi took out the bamboo hat from the spirit bag and put it on Han Ziyu's head.

There are crowds of people, the streets are filled with the sound of hawking, and the dazzling array of goods is eye-catching.

Han Ziyu turned to look at Bei Yi beside him.

"I have returned the food and grass, and gathered the surviving people here. My life is considered complete." Bei Yi said.

"This young man, is there anything you like?" the stall owner said with a smile.

Bei Yi looked at the small objects in front of him, which were mostly decorations, including sword spikes, silver crowns, and clay dolls.

Han Ziyu looked at the clay doll for a long time.

Bei Yi picked up the pair of dolls.

"Your Majesty, you have really good taste. These are clay dolls that I bought from Northern Xinjiang. It seems that the young master and his wife are a good match for this pair of clay dolls."

There was a smile on Bei Yi's lips: "Well, that's it."

"Looking at Madam's outstanding figure, I think her face must be stunning as well. She is a perfect match for the Young Master."

Han Ziyu was about to turn around when Bei Yi grabbed him.

"My wife is quite shy." Bei Yi said.

Han Ziyu struggled to shake off Bei Yi's hand and walked alone in the crowded street.

Bei Yi chased after him with a sprint: "Han Ziyu, why are you running?"