Would You Like to Have a Drink

He lowered his voice, with an ambiguous and intimate tone. “If Senior brother is willing to come to the dark room of the Beining Mansion, let this Junior brother put on shackles and handcuffs for you, lock you up for a year and a half until I get tired of playing, this Junior brother will naturally let you go.”

Afraid that this fire was not enough, Yu Beizhou added another piece of wood.

Every word he said was digging open the wound and sprinkling salt on it, pouring oil on the fire, tearing apart the calm dead water-like surface, making each other bloody, as if this could cover up his own panic.

“Now that Senior brother is in such a state of great grief, as long as it can be paid off, and is willing to do anything. Presumably, will also be willing.”

In an instant.

Zong Luo only felt that the tight string in his mind suddenly broke.

In the next second, he jumped off the horse and kicked Yu Beizhou.

The red and white robed general was kicked back two steps by this foot, and the blood that had previously surged was approaching his throat again.

This was not over yet.

Then, a punch came to his face.

The fist hit Yu Beizhou’s jaw solidly, with full force, and he could even hear the sound of bone cracking, directly punching the person down on the snow.

With a rustling sound, all the snow in their diameter was lifted up.

Rumble——

The quiet snowfield was disturbed by them, and the snow piled up on the distant mountain top rolled down, as if it was brewing a huge avalanche.

The world was vast, there was only silence and no one was around.

The two of them just fought and twisted in the snow that didn’t pass their calves, like two most primitive beasts.

Red and white clothes intertwined, from the collar to the hem, full of falling snow.

The colder the snow, the hotter the other person’s temperature.

Burning hot, like the fate that ran through the body, couldn’t be cut off, couldn’t be cleared, couldn’t be repaid.

Every time Zong Luo swung a fist, those soft snowflakes would fly up and fall on their brows and temples.

The original struggle and pain seemed to burst out at this moment, with every punch bringing the wind.

Yu Beizhou did not fight back.

Pain was not worth mentioning to him, especially the pain given by this person himself, as sweet as honey, making his heart fall back to its original place.

Moreover, this angry Zong Luo finally came alive, dispelling the previous coldness that did not fall into the dust, descending from the Ninth Heaven, and falling into the dirty world.

The immortal cut off feelings and desires, but emotions arose because of him.

After a dull fight, Zong Luo finally stepped on the other person and got up to leave.

“Has Senior brother considered it clearly?”

Yu Beizhou lay on his back in the snow, his hunting red clothes were covered by the snow, the cloak and fur coat were all wet by the melted snow, dripping and sticking together. His black hair meandered and scattered out behind him, creating a strong impact against the pure white background.

But he was still laughing, his smile becoming more and more joyful.

Just like leaning on the knee of the prince in white, that ball of scorching sensation that swelled to the extreme.

“If Senior brother has thought it through, it’s not impossible here in the snow to–ugh!”

Zong Luo gave Yu Beizhou a punch and said coldly, “Yu Beizhou, you are really not a thing.” (TL: to be a good-for-nothing/worthless nobody/no-good)

The latter turned his face away, the corner of his mouth curled up and blood flowed down, shocking to the eye, and the corners of his mouth rose even more.

When facing him, Zong Luo always didn’t talk much. Today, however, he called him by his full name at least five times, each time sounding so good.

He was fascinated by the anger on the face of the prince in white at this moment, his beautiful face was like a glamorous ghost in a storybook. “It’s clearly Senior brother who wants me to let him go, but when this Junior brother gives his opinion, Senior brother is unwilling, this really makes no sense.”

Zong Luo ignored him.

He silently stared at those narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes, stared at the black pupils that seemed to be able to absorb light, and said seriously, word by word. “Yu Beizhou, I don’t owe you anything.”

If he insists on his identity, he not only repays, but also willingly reveals this past to the world.

Even in this life, after explaining everything, Zong Luo was willing to give up.

But he did nothing wrong.

Perhaps the Third Prince in the original book knew the truth, thus Yu Beizhou in the original book would kill after finishing his apprenticeship. But Zong Luo, who transmigrated inside the book, didn’t know anything. He didn’t know anything at all.

“The Third Prince before the age of seven was not me at all.”

This was originally a secret that Zong Luo was going to take to the grave.

But he was really too tired. Even if he had a cathartic fight, he was like a hollow wind, wearing a useless skin, wandering in the world like a walking corpse.

There was no so-called anymore.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Are you satisfied with this answer? Yu Beizhou.”

After speaking, Zong Luo finally got up tiredly and called for Zhao Yebai not far away.

The white horse obediently stepped forward, never looking at the person lying in the snow from beginning to end.

Zhao Yebai ran forward.

Looking at the surrounding mountains and snow that were wrapped around him, Zong Luo’s eyebrows and eyes were full of confusion.

The world is vast, where can a lonely and miserable soul who has transmigrated inside a book go?

After two lifetimes of poverty, there is not a real place to call “home”.

He doesn’t have a home at all.

Just as he was about to leave the snowfield, the prince in white looked back as if possessed by a ghost.

Far away, there was a frozen red dot on the snowfield, facing his direction.

Under the sky, it seemed that there were only two people left alone.

In the middle of him and the red dot, the sky began to snow, and the mountains stretched endlessly.

This is the last time, Zong Luo thought.