Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The dark room was dim and dark, only the cold wind poured in from the high stone steps behind, whimpering.

"Brother."

This voice was a far cry from the usual laziness and indifference. Instead, it was hoarse, obscure, and contained a bottomless longing.

The hand that was holding him was scalding///hot, the finger pads pressed tightly against his ankle like a snake, and the heat penetrated into the clothes, as if to arouse his cold temperature, curling and sinking to the ground. deeper seabed.

"Clap."

Zong Luo was suddenly startled, the fire zhezi in his hand could not be held steady for a while, and the bones rolled to the ground.

With his vigilance, he didn't react until Yu Beizhou's hand firmly grabbed his ankle, which was unbelievable and absurd.

A strong smell of blood filled this dark room, which was not too narrow.

Due to the limited vision, Zong Luo couldn't see what was in front of him at all, and he didn't even understand how Yu Beizhou caught him.

"Let go." The prince in white said coldly.

No movement.

On the contrary, those fingers tightened and tightened, so severe that they almost crushed his bones.

In order to prevent Yu Beizhou from doing something else, Zong Luo turned his sword backhand, Qixing Longyuan spun a flying circle on his palm, drew a beautiful sword light, and slashed straight to the ground.

"呲-"

In the next second, a crisp sound of piercing into the flesh came from the tip of the sword.

Zong Luo bowed his head in astonishment.

Huo Zhezi didn't know where he rolled to. Although he didn't use much force, he aimed at Yu Beizhou's shoulder.

If you don't want to get hurt, you can only let go.

Surprisingly, Yu Beizhou did not hide.

He held Zong Luo's ankle, and the other hand gently held the tip of the sword, which was as cold as the snow in the Cangshan Mountains, and let the blood flow down from the slender fingertips with clear joints, rubbing it fascinatedly, whispering softly: " Brother and sister, it's you."

The prince in white frowned.

If he was just suspicious, now he is sure that something is wrong with Yu Beizhou.

Seems to be in some kind of psychedelic fantasy.

But if you say that he is not sober, it is very strange that he recognizes himself.

Yu Beizhou muttered to himself: "Jin Yu"

He grabbed Qixing Longyuan's hand harder and harder, Zong Luo was startled, and he didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly wanted to put the sword into the sheath.

Just like what Yu Beizhou said at the beginning, even if you want to fight, you must dignifiedly slay the opponent under the sword, instead of taking advantage of the danger.

Just like Zongluo came today, just to see Yu Beizhou's jokes, not to kill him.

Humiliating one's own nemesis is always more enjoyable than directly giving him a sword, especially for a pervert like Yu Beizhou.

As a result, Zong Luo pulled hard for a long time and found that he couldn't pull it.

As a last resort, he attached internal strength to his hand, and then he snatched Qixing Longyuan back from the opponent's hand.

As a result, what Zong Luo didn't expect was that the moment he pulled over, people followed.

"Whoa, whoa-"

The sound of heavy chains resounded in the dark room.

The prince in white was suddenly thrown to the cold ground by another hot body.

It was not a good feeling to have someone on him. Zong Luo bent his knees and pushed up, but was forcibly pressed down by the other party's violent and turbulent internal force like a jack. Instead, he easily cut his hands, pressed them to the ground, and was forced to open himself up.

"you"

Zong Luo didn't react for a while, his pupils dilated for a moment.

On weekdays, Zongluo and Yu Beizhou's force value can only be considered indistinguishable. If they fight seriously, they will be divided into five or five. It is difficult to say who must be stronger than who.

Otherwise, Guiguzi would not have waited for them to go out and practice for five or six years before handing them a letter, asking them to choose their own candidates to inherit the mantle of Guigu.

But just now, as soon as Zong Luo's deep inner strength was used, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, being swept away by the people who tightly wrapped his arms around him.

He was in shock, and he didn't act rashly for a while.

The sticky blood dripped down Zong Luo's forehead and temples along the ink hair, which was hotter than body temperature.

Someone leaned their head close and breathed beside his cheek: "Senior brother, you are so fragrant."

Yu Beizhou hugged this body, squinting his eyes, like a furry and lazy beast.

Just like countless nights, he returned to the palace alone, instead of sleeping on the dragon bed, he climbed into the ice coffin, hugged his senior brother, and muttered to himself.

The hot fingertips covered in blood rubbed against Zong Luo's chin: "But brother, why don't you open your eyes and look at me?"

The brief warm-up ceased abruptly.

The bite like a gust of wind and rain fell on the surface of the white prince's slender neck, forcibly tore off the bandage that had not been healed last time, and sucked the sweet blood inside.

This smell calmed the frenzied pupils for a moment.

In the darkness, something seemed to stand up.

Zong Luo crossed his neck, grabbed the sword on the ground in pain, and pushed Yu Beizhou away with his elbow.

The tip of the sword fell to the ground, and a burst of sparks blew up, which happened to brush the top of the fire.

"Thorn."

The sound of the flames rising was still loud in the quiet dark room.

Zong Luo slowly stood up from the ground while pressing his still bleeding neck.

In front of it is a dark room made of cold stones that is not ventilated around it.

The surrounding walls are dotted with bloodstains, most of which are old and gloomy black, indicating how many times the same thing has happened here.

These are nothing, the most terrifying thing is the wall opposite Zong Luo now.

Five wrist-thick chains hang from the walls and ceiling.

These iron chains glow with a faint cold light, and they are all made of natural meteorite iron. Chains made of this material can only be found in the water prisons of Dayuan executed prisoners or those who were executed.

Now they are all bound to Yu Beizhou's hands and feet.

No wonder Zong Luo took a few steps back, but the other party didn't move, because he was bound by the chain and couldn't take one more step forward.

However, all this was not as shocking when Zongluo saw Yu Beizhou clearly.

The latter's crown was unraveled, and his body was soaked with blood as if he had just been fished out of a blood pool. The whole body was the same color as the red shirt. All the backs were covered with fine and dense wounds, and the nails were dripping with blood.

No one has the guts to lock the King of Beining in a dark room. It doesn't have that ability either.

This room full of blood and wounds can only be made by Yu Beizhou himself.

"So it's really you, Jinyu."

Yu Beizhou raised his eyes, laughed lowly, and finally found a trace of clarity from the burning anxiety.

In the darkness, his excessively beautiful face showed a strange morbid flush, and a string of blood beads hung on his crow-like eyelashes, which was more demagogic than any legendary ghost.

"I was really surprised."

Yu Beizhou licked off the remaining blood on his lips, with a contented expression, he sighed from the depths of his throat.

It's hard to describe how surprised he was when he saw Zong Luo when he woke up from the boundless hot sea.

It was as if no one knew that in the thousands of days and nights in the past, Yu Beizhou had never found a moment of peace or even sobriety on this day.

Sometimes when he was insane to the point of madness, Yu Beizhou would even hallucinate that the person in the ice coffin opened his eyes to him, and looked at him coldly, as if looking at an ant.

as it is now.

The pair of eyes that he did not know how many times he had described, but never opened their eyes, stretched as far as the eye could see.

no disgust, no disgust, no contempt

Only fire.

Only enough to light his fire.

Zong Luo's pupils trembled when he suddenly saw the appearance of his nemesis.

He forced his eyes to look away from the redness that sank at the end of his eyes, and the place where the blood had just started to burn hot.

For some reason, Zong Luo suddenly remembered the description of the paragraph he had decided to follow.

He always knew that Yu Beizhou was good-looking and lived up to his reputation as the protagonist of the heartthrob.

Just being reborn as cannon fodder is hard to save, so Zong Luo has no intention to appreciate it.

However, when he really saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly realized. No matter how many gorgeous rhetoric, it is difficult to describe this decadent sense of war damage.

If this is a paper man, Zongluo will definitely be alive and dead, calling him crazy for him.

But what is hateful is that Yu Beizhou was looking at him with a smile.

Obviously he is the one who is bound, the pipa bone is nailed through, and he is defenseless. He smiles like this, but he seems to be the one who has the chance to win, and he can take care of himself.

Zong Luo, who was forcing himself to divert his attention, suddenly became rebellious.

He raised his sword, and said yin and yang strangely: "Look, isn't this King Beining, why did he make himself so embarrassed?"

Yu Beizhou raised his eyebrows, in a surprisingly good mood.

In order to lock himself in the middle of the month every month, he also invested his blood. This chain of chains is stronger than the one in the Dayuan Heavenly Prison.

If this scene happened in a previous life, Yu Beizhou thought, he would be so angry that he would be mad, and he could not wait to raise his sword and kill this nemesis.

From a young age to the present, let alone knowing about it, even those who only heard the slightest sound when he fell ill would not know how tall the grave head grass had grown.

On this day, for Yu Beizhou, it is an eternal inverse scale.

But if it's Jin Yu

The very aggressive gaze lingered recklessly on the prince in white, as if he had discovered a new use for a toy, and was eager to try it with a childlike innocence.

"Yeah." Yu Beizhou said with a smile, "So senior brother wants to take advantage of my danger and punish me properly?"

He felt the changes in his body, and the ending sound gradually rose, with infinite reverie and ambiguousness, making people blush for no reason///ears red.

Zongluo: ""

He suddenly began to regret that he had come to Beining Palace tonight.

Originally, I wanted to use words to humiliate Yu Beizhou, and then see the jokes of the old enemy. In the end, I didn't expect that this person's face could be so thick that he was shameless and invincible in the world.

But it would be too unwilling to really turn around and leave like this.

What's more, Zongluo didn't want to show weakness in front of Yu Beizhou.

So he bit the bullet and caught Qixing Longyuan in the playful gaze of the other party.

Since verbal humiliation is not enough, then beat him up.

Yu Beizhou has been locked into a twist by cold iron, which is really a good opportunity from heaven.

So Zong Luo had a cold face and slapped Yu Beizhou with the scabbard.

"The city gate, the Baijia Banquet, the Great Witch Temple, on the cliff, and in the medicinal bath will all be returned to you."

"I warn you, don't provoke me in this life, otherwise it won't be so simple next time."

A low muffled sound resounded in the cramped dark room, as if trying to suppress something, making it even more pleasant.

After finishing the draw, Zongluo kicked Yu Beizhou.

Looking at the place where the other party was standing high, for the first time in his life, he felt what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

First shock, then disbelief, and finally doubt life.

Although he used a scabbard, he showed no mercy. What's more, before he came, Yu Beizhou had already had so many wounds on his body. Blood was seeping almost everywhere, and Zong Luo felt pain when he saw it.

As a result, Yu Beizhou didn't even frown, but instead became more and more excited.

It is physical excitement that is visible to the naked eye.

The general in red casually glanced at his body, his Adam's apple rolling.

He suddenly laughed, with a strong desire/// in his laughter, and was dyed with a half-dead color, like a ghost who woke up after swallowing the dates.

Yu Beizhou sighed, "Ah, so that's how it is."

Ten years later, he finally understood.

That kind of craving that can't be filled no matter what, is the desire for the person in front of you.