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

"Master, Bei Yi was seriously injured and has been kneeling outside the palace for five days and five nights. How about"

Before Mu Yuan finished speaking, the closed door was opened by Li Xuan with a whip: "Get out."

Mu Yuan felt that it was rare for his master to be angry with him, so he had to leave.

Looking at Bei Yi who was kneeling outside the palace gate with blood dripping from his eyes, Mu Yuan cast a spell to heal his injuries.

"Senior brother, it's unnecessary." Bei Yi pushed Mu Yuan's hand away.

"Even if you kneel down for another month, Master may not forgive you."

"Then I will keep kneeling." Bei Yi coughed twice, and his internal organs ached.

"One is more stubborn than the other." Mu Yuan sighed and had no choice but to leave.

Xi Qing walked over leisurely: "Hey, who is this? Why are the disciples of Nansheng Xianzun running to kneel outside Baishui Palace and get up quickly? Those who don't know think that my master has done something to you. Woolen cloth."

The cold wind blew, and the blood stains on the ground slowly dried.

Xi Qing grabbed Bei Yi's collar: "Get up quickly, are you kneeling here to embarrass my master?"

Bei Yi shook off his hand: "It was all my fault in the past, I'm sorry Master."

Xi Qing relaxed his hands and sneered: "What can I do if you say sorry? When you killed the master, did you think about what if he couldn't wake up?"

Bei Yi said nothing.

"Get away quickly, don't kneel here and disgust my master."

Seeing that Bei Yi refused to leave, Xi Qing threw a pill: "Take it, don't die and have a bad influence on my master."

Suddenly it rained heavily, big raindrops fell down, and the blood on the stone road mixed with the rain and flowed down.

Bei Yi raised his head and glanced at the sky, his vision gradually blurred, his whole body was soaked, and the pain of having his spiritual veins severed was like being shattered into pieces.

The sky gradually darkened. It turned out that this was how he felt when he was on the verge of death. In his previous life, he must have been in great pain, so he had to leave his body regardless of death.

The closed palace door slowly opened.

A man dressed in white walked slowly holding an oil-paper umbrella.

"Take the umbrella and get out." Han Ziyu threw the umbrella beside him and turned around suddenly.

"Master, I'm sorry."

Han Ziyu paused for a moment: "You and I have already severed all ties, there is no need to do this."

Bei Yi put his hands on the ground, soaked his hands with blood, and then slowly stood up. His knees were so numb that he had no feeling at all. He staggered forward.

"Master, I'm sorry. It's all my disciple's fault. I'm sorry, Master."

There is nothing you can do except say sorry, let alone make up for the harm done to him.

Bei Yi leaned forward, his mind was dizzy, his vision was blurred, and the blood on his chest was still dripping.

"Master" his tone at this time was quite like an abandoned puppy crying.

Han Ziyu supported his leaning body, which was about to fall.

Bei Yi's eyes were filled with tears: "Master, can you forgive me?"

"Not good." Han Ziyu said righteously.

"Master" a tear slipped down mixed with the rain.

The two of them stood in the rain, their clothes soaked through, one white and one black reflecting the dim and low sky, the heavy rain and the howling autumn wind.

"Master, I'm sorry, I was drunk and confused that day."

Han Ziyu's face was pale. He pushed the young man hugging him behind him, but he couldn't push him. The young man hugged him so tightly that he even felt a little breathless.

"Master, I like you."

The young man's tone was very soft, like a feather brushing his ears, but the ears of the person listening suddenly turned red to the base of his ears, and his heart started to beat loudly.

The heavy rain is still falling, the raindrops are hitting the leaves, and the lotus flowers in the palace have withered.

Han Ziyu kept repeating what the young man just said in his ears.

"I really like it." Bei Yi leaned on Han Ziyu, smelling the light fragrance on his body.

"It's the disciple's liking for the master." He continued.

Han Ziyu used her spiritual power to push Bei Yi away: "Don't touch me."

Bei Yi's groggy mind became clearer under the impact of his spiritual power: "Master."

"Go find the person you like." Han Ziyu waved her hands and left.

Bei Yi fell to the ground with a thud.

Han Ziyu walked a few steps and then turned back. He helped Bei Yi, who was half-dead on the ground, and walked to his dormitory in the heavy rain.

When Wang Ruonan arrived, she saw the blood stains outside the palace extending into the bedroom.

"Master."

"Come in." Han Ziyu sat at the desk, holding a pen and writing something.

Wang Ruonan looked at Bei Yi who was unconscious on the bed and was shocked. He immediately went to check and felt his pulse: "The spiritual pulse was broken and there was too much blood loss."

Han Ziyu picked up the pen and wrote without changing her expression.

"Master, I'm afraid my junior brother will have to recuperate for a long, long time before he wakes up."

"Well, will you die?"

Wang Ruonan didn't expect the master's attitude to be so cold: "I can't die."

"Well, how is the child outside the mountain doing?"

"The only surviving child in Xuandu?"

"Ah."

"The situation is not very good. It's better to go to the top of Wangya to recuperate." Wang Ruonan said.

Han Ziyu paused the pen in his hand: "There are many people on the top of the cliff, and the child has a special status. When Xuandu's body was cleaned up, he should have noticed that there was one missing. Staying at the bottom of the mountain is the best way."

Wang Ruonan left the pill and left.

Han Ziyu stood up and walked to the bedside. Looking at Bei Yi's face, some confusing pictures came to his mind.

He used his spiritual power to repair Bei Yi's spiritual veins.

In the coma, Beiyi grabbed Han Ziyu's hand: "Master"

"Let go." Han Ziyu glared at the unconscious boy on the bed.

Bei Yi muttered: "Don't leave me."

Han Ziyu's face turned red and white, and her spiritual power was almost disordered.

Bei Yi grabbed Han Ziyu's waist and pulled him into his arms: "Master, I miss you so much."

Facing such a warm embrace from the young man, Han Ziyu was confused and the scene of that night kept echoing in his mind.

He had an inappropriate relationship with his disciple who he had been with for many years.

The absurdity of that night was torturing his heart.

Han Ziyu pushed the young man's arms away, tied him up with spiritual power, then got out of bed and went to the desk to continue writing.

The person on the bed kept turning over and over, whispering.

Han Ziyu came closer and saw that Bei Yi frowned and said, "I don't allow you to leave." There was cold sweat on his forehead.

He used his spiritual power to take off Bei Yi's wet clothes and threw them on the ground.

Han Ziyu's face turned red again when she saw the young man's tight waist and abdomen, the muscles with sexual tension, the slightly darker skin color, and the scars on his arms.

He turned around, took a few quick breaths, picked up the dirty clothes on the floor and walked out of the bedroom, then went to the kitchen to boil water.

No one would have thought that one day, the noble Han Xianzun would burn himself to ashes in the kitchen, and even wipe the body of a young man with a wooden basin and a towel.

What's more, he didn't expect that he would stay by the bed all night and watch the young man's fever break.