Would You Like to Have a Drink

Occasionally, there was thunder, and the forked lightning at the end stabbed the earth from the sky, pushing all the deep colors away, illuminating everything as if it were daylight.

Another horse was galloping not far away, the red clothes on the black horse’s back were washed by the rain to be gorgeous and unclear, fresh like flowing blood.

In a trance, Zong Luo thought he had returned to Hanmen Pass half a year ago.

On that vast and uninhabited, silent to deathly snowy field, they were also brightly dressed and angry horses, galloping, enjoying enmity, and venting their full love and hate.

But now, not only the pursuers, or the mood, were completely different from the original.

At that time, Zong Luo’s sorrow was greater than his heart’s death, full of pain under the violent impact, and speechless with exhaustion. He just wanted to explain everything to Yu Beizhou, and then flee away, never to return.

But now, Zong Luo was full of anger, all the pain had turned into mockery of being fooled, numbness cast a sharp knife of anger, quenching a wild and relentless, would not return to the sheath until it saw blood.

“Yu Beizhou.”

He sneered, shouting loudly in the storm. “This is the first time I know that you are such a coward who dares to do but not to be, only knows how to flee in embarrassment.”

Zong Luo used his internal strength, his voice was clear and long, like a sharp sword, piercing the heavy rain curtain, echoing in the empty wilderness.

Boom rumble rumble rumble——

Just at this moment, thunder fell into the pasture.

In an instant, the black horse was still galloping towards the distance in the all-white scene.

However, there was no one on the saddle.

“——!!!”

In the next second, without any warning, a force as heavy as a thousand catties came from the darkness.

Zong Luo was caught off guard and was directly hit by this force that seemed to drag him down to the scorching tar fire and the abyss of hell, his posture staggered.

They fell from the horse together, rolled to the grassland full of puddles, and splashed clean water flowers.

Deep night, heavy rain, people who were soaked all over fall from the horse together.

Under the sky full of dark clouds and lightning, it was unclear who was more embarrassed at this moment.

Or maybe both people were equally embarrassed.

“Coward? Senior brother, you actually said I’m a coward?”

In the endless rain, Yu Beizhou’s chest was undulating, and he laughed loudly.

His senior brother would never know how much effort he had made to restrain the impulse to lock this person up and invade him wantonly before leaving the Imperial City.

Good and evil were just a moment, let alone Yu Beizhou’s self-willed, act wantonly soul.

“Isn’t this our His Highness the Crown Prince who should stay in the Imperial City? Why, the red silk, the beauty on the side can’t satisfy you, you have to chase up thousands of miles, to this poor Junior brother here to seek recognition?”

Yu Beizhou hadn’t finished speaking, and he was interrupted by a punch.

This punch was extremely heavy, almost breaking his nose.

The person straddling him sneered and retorted, “Yes. Miss Shen is gentle and kind, extremely intelligent, and can’t compare with you, a liar full of lies.”

This sentence was like a fuse, igniting everything.

Then the world spun around.

The positions of the two people changed instantly.

Thinking of the scene where the person in front of him was whispering with others, the boundless jealousy seemed to go mad, sweeping the last reason of the person, like a suddenly broken string.

The young man in red leaned down, his eyes red with madness. “Senior brother, you really don’t think that this Junior brother dare not do anything to you?”

His scorching arm firmly controlled him.

The body that was soaked and close in the cold rainwater was also burning in this jealous fire.

Yu Beizhou laughed cruelly, as if this could cover up those inexplicable fears.

His hand was like a greasy snake, spinning around his slender waist.

In the dark corner where no one peeped, the red-hot blade was against the tight line of defense. It seemed to want to split into this place where the sky was covered, so that each other could experience the pain of unprepared, occupying forcefully.

“Does the lady who was granted marriage know that the high and mighty His Highness the Crown Prince would euphemistically and implicitly accept to be under this Junior brother?”

But in the next second, pain came from the scalp.

Zong Luo grabbed the scattered ink hair of the young man in red with one hand, forcing the latter to raise his head.

Yu Beizhou didn’t frown, but had to raise his head because of this force, looking directly at those warm and clear eyes.

At this moment, these eyes were burning with anger because of him, beautiful enough to be astonishing.

After a moment of silence, Zong Luo suddenly laughed.

This smile was completely different from the usual gentleness, but it was full of deep-rooted mockery.

In a flash. He thought, he finally understood.

Understood that almost forced identity, bloody words, everything that was silently done, and giving without asking for return.

“You are jealous, Yu Beizhou.”

The white-clothed prince lying on the ground opened his mouth mockingly. “You are afraid, you are scared, you are running away.”

Only children would do this, using hurting others to cover up their own fears.

In order to calm the fear, this original book protagonist who had always been proud and reckless, used the most clumsy means, armed himself with thorns, and concealed that deepest fact.

Zong Luo never knew that madmen also have things to fear.

“You are afraid, you dare not think deeply, and you dare not admit it. Because after admitting this fact, your hatred for two lifetimes will turn into nothing in an instant, illusory and unreal, no way to talk about it. Do you know why?”

At this moment, Yu Beizhou’s expression froze.

He suddenly raised his hand, wanting to cover that incessant mouth, as if the next moment a beast enough to devour people would be released from there, with no way to retreat, no way to turn around.

Zong Luo tore off his hand, staring directly at those dark eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up, as if declaring victory.

“Because you have fallen in love with me, Yu Beizhou.”