Would You Like to Have a Drink

He was used to turning pain into pleasure, so he was also used to turning all emotions into hatred.

No one had taught him why the heart would beat for another person, no one had taught Yu Beizhou what love was, not even Zong Luo who awakened him.

Zong Luo only said ‘Yu Beizhou, you have fallen in love with me’.

But what is love?

From childhood to adulthood, no one had given Yu Beizhou this thing…

So he stubbornly, just like understanding pain as pleasure, stubbornly understood hatred as love.

“I didn’t escape, I don’t understand, and I will never learn.”

Yu Beizhou said so. “So I still hate you.”

He actually couldn’t hear too many sounds, those hunting winds, shouting and killing sounds, and the sound that would stab him in the next second but was blocked by Zhanlu, ding ding dang dang, all far away from him.

But the red-clothed youth still struggled to prop up his eyelids, his dark pupils showed a dying dispersion, wanting to take a closer look at the person in front of him.

The side face of the crown prince in white was as cold and hard as a silent iceberg, like a silent statue.

If his burning tears did not continue to fall into Yu Beizhou’s palm.

Some people have very sweet mouths, saying sweet words, but all they do is hurt you.

Some people say ugly words, stubborn and proud, hard-mouthed for a lifetime, but they give everything for you, all they do is love you.

Swish——

Zhanlu swung up and down again and again.

Zong Luo’s hand was already numb.

From the forearm to the upper arm, his entire hand lost sensation because of swinging the sword too many times. There were also countless, countless dense wounds on his body.

Countless soldiers and cavalrymen surged up like locusts crossing the border. The Great Yuan army that came to rescue also arrived in time and joined the battle.

There were too many people on the battlefield.

Occasionally, a cold arrow would shoot out from an unpredictable place, and there would always be times when it could not be taken care of.

Seeing an arrow about to shoot at Yu Beizhou’s heart from the back, at the critical moment, a dark thing dived down from the sky, and the wide wings swept the arrow away, making a mournful cry.

In the bloody field of vision, Zong Luo just reached out his hand in danger and barely caught this ugly goshawk.

Zhao Yebai seemed to be able to sense it, and let out an angry roar, rushing forward like a madman.

It was unknown how long it took, but they finally broke through the most dense blockade line.

They ran wildly in the wilderness, in this vast world, with blood all over their bodies, throwing all the fighting behind them.

Yu Beizhou, who had been chattering all the time, was silent.

Zong Luo’s heart tightened, and he hurriedly let Zhao Yebai stop in front of a puddle of water, and struggled to get the person off the horse.

That bottle of divine medicine was very useful, the terrifying blood hole on the surface had been glued together, but the heart that had been penetrated inside still maintained its damaged appearance.

“Don’t bother.”

Yu Beizhou pulled out a tired smile. “It’s no use.”

Zong Luo didn’t speak. The lonely brocade box was thrown to the ground by him, and the things in the box were stuffed into the mouth of the red-clothed youth full of blood foam.

Yu Beizhou’s eyes widened, his expression astonished.

What did this elixir represent behind it, no one understood the meaning more clearly than they do.

But what’s the use? Zong Luo knelt on the ground.

Nourishing the body, clearing the mind, who knew if it had the effect of saving lives and healing wounds.

There was no more pride.

Two equally proud people who were unwilling to bow their heads, in this vast wilderness, full of scars, kneeling and admitting defeat, like two embarrassed dogs who have fallen into the water.

“Tell me.”

White hair flowed down, scattered on the chest of the young man in red. “Which tomb in the wilderness did you find the immortal method of time reversal?”

Ah, this is not good. Yu Beizhou thought carelessly.

“Senior brother, come closer, and I’ll tell you.”

He touched the white hair, weakly waved his hand, but when the latter leaned in, he suddenly pulled the person down and kissed the pale, trembling lips fiercely.

This was a short and powerless kiss.

After doing all this, as if the prank had succeeded, Yu Beizhou laughed uncontrollably. Every time he laughed, the color of the blood shirt on his chest deepened a bit, and he couldn’t stop it.

He leaned on Zong Luo’s shoulder and dyed the last piece of cloth on the crown prince in white that was not stained with blood red.

“I lied to you. Senior brother, you are still so easy to deceive.”

In his previous life, Yu Beizhou entered the immortal tomb alone, relying on the luck of the heavens, and narrowly escaped death, before he got the legendary immortal method.

He worked so hard to change this person from the cold appearance in the ice coffin back to the appearance in front of him that could jump and get angry and even cry. Now he was going to die. If this person in front of him went to the immortal tomb recklessly, who could save this person in front of him?

With such a vague thought, the blood-stained fingertips traced Zong Luo’s trembling lips.

Yu Beizhou’s gradually blurred vision tightly locked onto the figure in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance in his mind, imprint it into the deepest part of his soul, and bring it into the endless darkness after death.

Until that hand fell to the ground, the pupils completely dispersed, and Zong Luo woke up like a piece of wood.

The lead-gray sky pressed down.

Yu Beizhou died. He died in Zong Luo’s arms.

The last words he left to Zong Luo were—“Senior brother, I hate you so much.”

At this moment, as if time also froze forever, the emotions that were enough to cause people to collapse finally allowed Zong Luo to understand. Understand that this madman’s words were different from normal people, and never made clear until death.

Yu Beizhou’s hatred is love.

For him who doesn’t understand love, hatred is of course love.

His hatred is not only the strongest hatred in the world, but also the strongest love.