A young man in red nailed himself to that string of meteorite iron, with his ink hair scattered, his head deeply hanging in front of him, his hands hanging on both sides, the place where the shoulder blade was pierced was still bleeding, and the blood stains on it were fresh. It looked like he just nailed himself in not long ago.
Drip drip–
Perhaps the psychological shadow of the last time was too serious, Zong Luo did not go forward, but raised the torch in a position where the chain could not reach, and hoarsely said, “Yu Beizhou?”
The voice echoed in the dark room.
The former did not respond.
Even though it wasn’t the fifteenth, the figure in front of him looked even weaker and more miserable than Zong Luo had ever seen. His scattered ink hair still flowed down, the ends of his hair were soaked, and the blood on his collarbone flowed quietly along the chain.
The red clothes opened at the chest, revealing the pale skin on the back and the beautifully shaped, powerful muscle texture, which was visually striking under the reflection of the firelight.
Even the last time, when Yu Beizhou was seriously ill, there was no such unresponsive situation.
“Yu Beizhou?” Zong Luo clenched his fist and said in a low voice, “Why do you want to repair the formation?”
Before knowing the truth of his life, Zong Luo hoped that Emperor Yuan would not dream of things in his previous life.
If Emperor Yuan dreamed of the truth, and did not dream of the things later, it may be a death decree. Even if he confessed now, as long as Emperor Yuan had a little misunderstanding, he would be the one who suffers.
But what does this have to do with Yu Beizhou? Shouldn’t he be more inclined to promote all this?
In terms of feelings and reason, it not only had nothing to do with Yu Beizhou, but he should even be happy to see it.
He had no reason to do this.
Zong Luo called a few times without any response, so he stopped delaying and quickly walked forward.
Even if he was so close to the side of the young man in red, this person still had no reaction. If it weren’t for the undulating chest that was stacked under the red clothes, Zong Luo would probably think this was a fresh corpse.
When he got close, Zong Luo found that there was some redness on the other’s neck.
He quickly squatted down, and with trembling fingers, turned over the face of Yu Beizhou buried under the long hair.
The latter’s beautiful face was covered with an abnormal flush, and the good-looking eyebrows were tightly frowned together, like a mountain of overlapping peaks, as if being disturbed by a terrible nightmare, unable to be peaceful.
The touch was shockingly hot.
Even if Yu Beizhou’s body temperature was higher than Zong Luo’s congenitally, it was not to this extent.
Zong Luo, who had accumulated a lot of experience in marching and fighting, instantly judged that Yu Beizhou was probably having a high fever. For warriors of their level, only when their brains were burnt out would they have no reaction at all, even if approached, they wouldn’t know at all.
This is probably the backlash that the Great Witch said.
He quickly took out the jade bottle given by the Great Witch from his sleeve and tried hard to pry open Yu Beizhou’s mouth.
As soon as the fingertips touched the other’s beautifully shaped thin lips, Zong Luo shrank like being electrocuted, was silent for a while, and then tried hard to bring the bottle mouth over.
Unfortunately, even if Yu Beizhou was like this, his vigilance was still not low, and he immediately closed his teeth when he sensed a foreign object.
After a lot of effort, he finally fed a little bit, but he vomited it out.
“Yu Beizhou!”
Zong Luo quickly reached out to block it, gritted his teeth and said, “You drink quickly, and I will leave after you finish drinking and vomiting!”
It was unknown if it was stimulated by this sentence. The red-clothed young man who had been unresponsive like a dead fish suddenly shook his whole body and suddenly hugged him. His arms were as hot as a soldering iron, firmly holding the prince in white, with such a great force that he seemed to want to hold this person into his own flesh and blood.
But after holding it, he rubbed it carefully almost affectionately, not letting the chain chrome on his body to touch the person in front of him.
“No, don’t leave.”
A voice like a whisper sounded in Zong Luo’s ear.
There was no yin and yang sarcasm of the past, no contempt for winning, but rather the true words that were unconsciously revealed in the confusion of burning.
Yu Beizhou had his eyes deeply closed, his consciousness scattered.
“I know, I know you’re not that person.”
“I’ve always known it’s you, not anyone else. The only person I’ve wanted to entangle with from beginning to end is you. The only person I’ve cared about from beginning to end is you.”
From the moment Yu Beizhou spoke, Zong Luo froze in place.
He wanted to push this person away, gulp down the medicine in the bottle, and then leave.
But he didn’t know what kind of force strangled him all over, making him stay silently and stiffly.
The young man’s voice was unclear. If one listened carefully, it’s almost like choking: “Senior brother, it’s so cold.”
“Senior brother, I’m so scared. Those people are like puppets being manipulated. In this world, there’s only you, only you.”
“Only you are real, only you.”
Zong Luo had never seen such a miserable Yu Beizhou.
He had seen the flamboyant, proud and arrogant Yu Beizhou; the gloomy, twisted, cruel to the extreme Yu Beizhou who was cutting flesh and blood; the Yu Beizhou who was burning with desire when he was sick.
But he had never seen such a Yu Beizhou.
Burning to the point of confusion, like being abandoned by the whole world, fragile enough to beg him to stay.
“I have nothing left. I’m not the prince of the Great Yuan, not the young master of a noble family. I’m nothing, I have nothing left.”
Held tightly in his arms, Zong Luo’s fingertips were trembling.
Just now, the drunk Emperor Yuan said that he had held the newly born third prince when he was born, but accidentally dropped him. The small swaddled third prince didn’t cry, but stared at him with open eyes. From then on, Emperor Yuan liked this child.
Others didn’t know, only Zong Luo knew.
That was before he was sent to the Wei Country, before he was swapped by the Yu family. The real blood of the Zong family was the young Yu Beizhou, not him, the person who had taken over the nest.
Just like the real and fake young masters in modern TV dramas. The fake young master took away the identity and love of the real young master. Even if everything was returned to the real young master, it’s hard for people’s feelings to decide. Perhaps the real young master would still be blamed and continue to hold the fake young master in the palm of his hand.
But what did the real young master do wrong? Was it wrong for him to tell the truth? Was it wrong for him to take back everything he should have taken back?
“Those people are gone, even the puppets are gone.”
“Senior brother, there’s no one, even you’re leaving. I have nothing left.”
Zong Luo listened stiffly to Yu Beizhou’s nonsense in the high fever, feeling his own heart trembling with each word.
In order to resurrect him, Yu Beizhou gave away everything he had, including his destiny as the protagonist of the original book. In this life, all those people left Yu Beizhou and surrounded Zong Luo.
He truly took away everything from Yu Beizhou.
“Senior brother, I’m so cold.”
“What can I use to keep you? Why don’t you hate me, why?”
His fluffy head leaned tightly against the shoulder of the prince in white, and the hot liquid dripped onto Zong Luo’s neck. Perhaps it was thick blood, or perhaps it was tears that had been long awaited.
These hot things gathered into a stream, and also drop by drop, deeply buried in Zong Luo’s heart.
In a daze, Yu Beizhou seemed to return to that previous life, holding the cold corpse in the ice coffin, no matter how much worldly things he got, he couldn’t make up for the loss in his heart.
What was he thinking about at that time?
Was resurrecting this person really for revenge? Was it really to tell the truth?
From the previous life to this life, clearly when starting the formation, cutting his wrist, feeling the loss of blood, there was only one thing in Yu Beizhou’s mind.
That was to see him again.
In those boring days, who had driven mad, and who was driven mad again.
Perhaps he was already mad, even earlier, knowing that this person was dead, he went mad.
After nine years in a daze, everything he pursued became meaningless.
Why would there be such a person?
He clearly took away everything from him, he should hate.
In the quiet night, in a corner unknown to anyone. Yu Beizhou tightly held the person in his arms, talking nonsense, rubbing all the blood on his body over, letting that spotless pure white also dye the same color as him, as if holding his only antidote.
He wanted to lock Zong Luo, lock him in a place where only he could see.
Only at this time, when there was no one, could Yu Beizhou open his bloody gap, personally stab in one by one, and say those inner words that no one knew.
“If you don’t hate me, I don’t even know how to keep you.”
Even Yu Beizhou himself did not realize.
It turned out that in the depths of his heart, the most regrettable and most wrong thing was that night, under the stimulation of Zong Luo’s words, he said the surprise and truth that had been buried for two lifetimes in a hurry.
Even if he was not wrong.
It’s just that he couldn’t bear the consequences of this matter.
Just thinking of this possibility, he couldn’t wait to go mad again.
“Senior brother, I’m sorry, forgive me.”
He didn’t want this person to die, not at all.
Yu Beizhou couldn’t lose Zong Luo again, the first time was also the last time.
Yu beizhou T_T