Demon Lord, He Wants to Be Expelled from the Master Every Day

In the previous life, Yin Lizhou, a demon lord, failed to survive the tribulation and was struck into an eight-year-old child by ninety-nine and eighty-one lightning bolts. Just when he was covered in wounds and about to starve to death on the roadside, fifteen-year-old Shan Mingxiu passed by, rescued him, and took him back to Queyin Mountain. Healed his wounds, fed him, and finally, when he was eighteen years old, a sword pierced his heart and kicked him down Mingshan Mountain. Yin Lizhou opened his eyes again, and a hundred years had passed. Shan Mingxiu went from being the first disciple under Immortal Fuli to being the head of Queyin Mountain, and he became Shan Mingxiu's disciple. Yin Lizhou looked at the leader of the Immortal Sect in front of him, Qingwan Immortal Lord. He was still dressed in white and had cold eyes, but now he had a head of white hair that was not commensurate with his age and a sickly body. Yin Lizhou thought of the sword that pierced his heart in his previous life, and just wanted to stay away, but Shan Mingxiu looked at him as tightly as his eyes. Yin Lizhou was helpless and decided to work hard to disgust him and force him to expel her from the school himself. On the New Year's Eve festival, all immortals gather together. Shan Mingxiu sat at the top as usual. Yin Lizhou came to him with a wine glass, sat astride Shan Mingxiu's lap in front of everyone, raised the wine glass and said with a smile: "Disciple respects the master." As he spoke, he put the wine in his mouth and moved closer to him. I thought Shan Mingxiu would knock him away with a palm and sever the master-disciple relationship, but Shan Mingxiu didn't move and let him stick to him. Yin Lizhou was stunned and raised his head, only to see the seriously ill beauty raising her thin fingertips to her lips and coughing lightly. There was a hint of moisture in his eyes, and his thin lips turned a long-lost bright red. There was a forced calmness in his voice, "Why don't you feed me?" Yin Lizhou couldn't hold it back, and a sip of wine slipped down his throat. Like a spark that starts a prairie fire, the dead heart is rekindled. Intention: Even if you fall to the bottom, you must work hard to stand up. Even if you are in adversity, you must keep working hard.