Would You Like to Have a Drink

Ruins and smoke of war, a scene of devastation.

On the battlefield intertwined with blood and fire, a young man stood on a mountain of corpses.

His red clothes were full of gaps, revealing his pale skin and mottled bloodstains on his back. He says, “Can Senior brother forgive me now?” His smile was as bright as usual.

It’s as if he’s showing his dying self to Zong Luo, all for an unintentional remark.

“You clearly know that Zong Ruichen deliberately left you here.”

Seeing him like this, Zong Luo could no longer restrain his anger. “You keep saying you hate me, yet you silently come to die. Yu Beizhou, do you think you’re very noble?”

Yu Beizhou sighed, casually cut off the long arrow at his heart, frowned at the blood on his hand. “But only in this way, will Senior brother forgive me.”

Zong Ruichen was his senior brother’s good imperial brother.

His senior brother valued family most. Between brotherly kindness and an outsider, which was lighter and which was heavier, it’s clear at a glance.

With Yu Beizhou saying this, what else did Zong Luo not understand?

He was so proud that even when apologizing, he used such a method.

Perhaps only when he was burning with high fever, unclear in his mind, and had no strength in his hands, would he stutter out an apology.

A complete madman. Madman.

“Go, get out of here!”

Zong Luo’s whole body was trembling, he jumped off his horse, directly grabbed this person’s arm, stepped in the air, and landed on the back of Zhao Yebai.

Yu Beizhou’s originally hot arm was now incredibly cold, colder than his hand, making people’s fingertips shrink.

“Kill!”

Further away, the army’s horn sounded, and there were deafening shouts.

The entire right camp was annihilated, but it didn’t mean that Zong Luo didn’t attract the battle line when he passed through the middle camp just now.

His helmet had long been lost, and his white hair was exposed.

Not to mention him, even Zhao Yebai had a lot more blood stains on its body.

Not far away, dark and dense army was assembled on the border between the sky and the dim yellow earth.

Under the iron armor, greedy and bloodthirsty eyes were flickering, and the bloodthirsty hum of swords and firearms could be heard from afar.

Wei Country had already issued a wanted order, the head of the Crown Prince of Great Yuan was worth ten thousand gold, would be granted the title Marquis and to be promoted to a higher rank, high position and great wealth, everything.

And what they had to do now was to break out from these thousands of troops and horses.

If Yu Beizhou still had combat power, maybe he could fight. However, the former was now in a dying state, and Zong Luo still had to protect him.

Every step the army took towards this side, death approached one step closer.

Even knowing that he was dying, Yu Beizhou was still stubborn. “Senior brother, do you want to show your high moral integrity and heroism in this way, and go to death dragging an oil bottle? It’s better to put this Junior brother on the ground, delay some time, after all, they are all dying people.”

(t/n: dragging oil bottle-It means that someone is a burden to someone or something.)

“Shut up.” Zong Luo said coldly.

His eyes were red, and he took out the wound medicine from his clothes that he had taken out from the Qiankun inside the Zhanlu sword. He twisted the bottle cap tremblingly three times before pouring the light yellow powder inside into the huge blood hole in Yu Beizhou’s heart.

This person can live to this day, but it is supported by a deep internal force.

The heart is broken to the point where it can’t be seen anymore, what’s the use of protecting the heart pulse?

Yu Beizhou stiffened.

It’s not because of the medicine that was working hard to bond the flesh and blood but because the wound was too large, it was to no avail, but because of the tears rolling in the eyes of the crown prince in white.

Crystal clear, scorching hot, hanging on the eyelashes, falling on Yu Beizhou’s fingertips.

It’s like the most fierce poison in the world, one drop was enough to kill.

“If you die, I will never forgive you in this lifetime.”

The crown prince in white wiped away his tears, he looked deeply at Yu Beizhou, and pulled the reins.

Zhanlu roared out of its sheath, the sword body reflected the snow-white light, carrying a cold murderous intent, and rushed towards the dark and dense enemy formation.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

The shouts rose to the sky.

Two people, one horse, one sword, rushed towards an army without showing any fear.

“Cough cough cough cough”

Perhaps because the horse’s back was too bumpy, the red-clothed youth kept coughing behind him.

Every time he coughed, he spit out fragments of internal organs and blood from his mouth, splashing on Zong Luo’s back, staining the good white clothes into blood.

But Yu Beizhou was still laughing.

He was not only laughing, his chest was trembling, and he stretched out his arm, tightly hugging the waist of the person in front of him, and buried his fluffy head full of gunpowder and dust in Zong Luo’s shoulder socket.

He leaned to the ear of the crown prince in white. “Senior brother, are you scared, are you afraid that I will die?”

The hateful words that made Zong Luo annoyed in the past, but now they sound unbelievable. He even hoped that Yu Beizhou would say more, and this annoying mouth would never close.

Yu Beizhou’s voice sounded sick but satisfied. “I’m very happy, really happy.”

He had never seen Zong Luo cry.

Whether it was Zong Luo who committed suicide in his previous life, or Zong Luo who was suffering from the pain of his previous life in this lifetime.

He put in a lot of effort to stay, the high and above immortal, had always been strong.

In his previous life, Zong Luo committed suicide quietly in a place where Yu Beizhou could not intervene. His life and death had nothing to do with him from beginning to end, let alone his joys and sorrows.

But in this life, this tear was shed for him.

Even knowing that his life would not last long, Yu Beizhou was still overjoyed because of this cognition.

“Those things, the throne, the identity, are not what I gave you, Senior brother.”

As soon as Zong Luo cut down a charging cavalryman, he heard this person, while hugging his waist, whispered in his ear with words blurred by the wind. “It’s what I want to give you.”

Yu Beizhou was not a good person, he was cunning and wicked, and could use everything.

He said that he wanted Zong Luo to owe him, the more guilty he felt, the more he couldn’t leave him.

But for the first time, he finally took off this hard mouth in a sober state and told the truth.

Without the loftiness that Zong Luo thought, this unruly son who ignored the heavens and the earth and the ghosts and gods, on the contrary, was extremely humble at this moment.

“Senior brother has always been good, deserving of all the best.”

“I only have these, I can only give these to Senior brother.”

Yu Beizhou didn’t know what this emotion was, it made people just want to give to the other everything they have.

Perhaps it was love, perhaps it was dedication. Just like the shackles understood by Zong Luo, they were indeed shackled, as if they were deeply in love but did not know it.

“Senior brother is right, I don’t understand love.”

Yu Beizhou hoped to apply the strongest emotion he had tasted to this banished immortal who was bright and clean and was not soiled by a speck of fine dust.

As for what this emotion was, he didn’t know.

Yu Beizhou in the dark room didn’t know, Yu Beizhou in the Imperial City with unlimited scenery didn’t know, Yu Beizhou who ascended to the throne didn’t know. Yu Beizhou who reversed time didn’t know, Yu Beizhou who blurted out the truth impulsively didn’t know, until now, he still didn’t know.

No one had told him what this thing was that made people want to be good to a person for no reason, but it was more tormenting than hatred. So he felt anxious about it, fighting like a trapped beast, still not knowing why.

Hatred was the strongest emotion that Yu Beizhou possessed.