Would You Like to Have a Drink

Today was indeed a great day.

The sky outside was clear, with white clouds swirling above, against a backdrop of pure and unblemished azure, beautiful as far as the eye could see.

Even the mist and miasma in the sky above the Ghost Valley retreat in the face of such sunlight, allowing it to penetrate unimpeded into the valley. In an instant, there were birds singing and flowers fragrant, with butterflies fluttering about.

The snow melting from the top of the snow-capped mountains converged into streams, passing through the mountains and woods, falling from the gap in the cliff, also bringing the chill from the high places to this quiet and beautiful valley.

In the Ghost Valley Hall, built halfway up the cliff, there was a different kind of spring, a room full of meandering.

This kiss was long and suffocating.

The kisses of Yu Beizhou had always been so unreasonable. If felt like kissing, would just do it without any hesitation. Wild and passionate, as though one kiss could swallow Zong Luo whole into the stomach, regardless of whether their meeting was fated or a reunion after a long separation. There was no warmth to speak of, on the contrary, it was even more crazy.

However, this time, it was destined to surprise Yu Beizhou.

Because Zong Luo also straightened up and fiercely tugged at the crimson front, kissing him back.

A completely different kind of kiss, where teeth collide with each other.

Yu Bei Zhou was taken aback.

However, after a moment of being stunned. His smiling expression became intense, his chest trembling.

“Ha ha ha ha”.

It had always been mutual. It’s not just one person, the other person had also already sunk.

They both refuse to remain in this state of falling behind, with one moving forward and the other only able to move further ahead.

Alongside this ‘not to be outdone kiss, it started to gradually fill with gunpowder smoke.

Neither person knew how to kiss, the only experience was all about practicing on the other person.

However, their tongues still convoluted with rust and blood, intertwined in a deadly embrace, as if all the entangled love and hatred on them poured out without reservation.

Love, hate, reluctance, longing, parting, reunion.

After experiencing life and death, separated by heavenly being, it would only become more intense.

By the time they parted ways, Zong Luo was already panting heavily, his tongue numb.
He was pressed down on a cushion with his head tilted back, his white hair untied at some point, draped behind him like satin, the hairband carelessly thrown to the ground. His calm and indifferent face of the past now had a touch of color.

The culprit lowered his head, black hair cascading down, his narrow phoenix eyes filled with obscurity.

The faint smile at the corner of his lips had long disappeared, replaced by a dangerous pursing.

Compared to Zong Luo’s complexity, Yu Beizhou’s gaze was more like a diner savoring a delicious delicacy that had been coveted for a long time, calculating how to swallow his senior brother whole.

It must be said that at the last moment before death, Yu Beizhou did feel regret. The frenzied possessiveness constantly urged him to completely possess the person in front of him, almost wishing to crash into death on the hall floor.

Fortunately, now there was a chance to make up for regrets.

He pinched the crown prince in white’s chin, lifted it up, deeply kissed, licked, with a gentle touch of internal force, the intricate clothes turned into dust. Excess gold and jade ornaments were thrown away one by one, casually discarded on the solemn and silent floor, emitting crisp sounds.

Then, wet kisses fell on Zong Luo’s slender neck, wrists, fingertips, brow bone. Finally, holding onto the latter’s hand tightly, he forced him to open up towards himself and landed on those crisscrossing scars, gnawing and biting, leaving behind a trail of red marks.

Perhaps these scars never imagined that their main culprit would once again ignite a smoldering fire in this manner.

This was not a kiss, but a feast.

Zong Luo naturally refused to show weakness. His fingers, as distinct as jade porcelain, erupted with icy internal force, pulling the other party’s jet-black hair in the opposite direction of him, showing no mercy.

The most commonly worn precious white jade pendant on Yu Beizhou’s body, which was worth a thousand gold coins, was forcefully torn off and thrown aside like trash next to the cushion.

After doing all this, involuntarily tensing his muscles under the other’s gnawing, Zong Luo stubbornly bent his knees, provocatively teasing the Tai’A sword hilt worn by Yu Beizhou, refusing to concede defeat.

Even in the simplest embrace, both of them still had weapons at hand.

Rather than being tender lovers, they seemed more like mortal enemies engaged in a deadly fight.

Rustle, rustle.

In the corridor, a huge agarwood stood in the corner. The large white fur cloak swayed down, fluffy and soft, like scattered curtains.

Heartbeats gradually overlapped; not long ago, these two hearts belonged to the same person.

Their chests were wrapped in bandages, concealing wounds that had not fully healed underneath.

But no one cared; they were meant to be entwined with pain and the taste of blood.

Crazy, crazy, crazy.

Zong Luo felt certain that he must be crazy.”

This was the Ghost Valley Hall, where the Ghost Valley Master usually taught and discussed the Tao with his disciples.

The cushion behind him had been around for a time probably longer than three of his lifetimes combined. It was said to be a relic left by the Ghost Valley ancestor before his ascension, and usually, only the Ghost Valley Master was qualified to use it.

When he first became a disciple at the age of seven, the Ghost Valley Master brought him here, poured a cup of waterfall water with a jade cup, and performed the apprenticeship ceremony towards the sky, the earth, and the master.

In the most prosperous times of the Ghost Valley, the hall was always bustling with people. Even if there were not many disciples, there would not be a shortage of mechanism puppets or servants, and the atmosphere was solemn and serious.

The Ghost Valley Master knew that his end was near, so he cleaned up the entire Ghost Valley according to the ancestral teachings, in order to hand it over to the next Ghost Valley Master.

Unexpectedly, Zong Luo brought back a dying Yu Beizhou and knelt in front of the door.

After all, they were master and disciple. Seeing that these two disciples were rare martial arts geniuses with extraordinary physiques and profound internal strength, even without the Ghost Valley passing down skills, they wouldn’t be too bad. So, he reluctantly made a move to save Yu Beizhou’s life.

Before his death, the Ghost Valley Master specifically instructed that he would not interfere with the grievances of his disciples. Since Zong Luo saved Yu Beizhou, he was considered to have automatically given up the inheritance of the Ghost Valley Master title. When Yu Beizhou woke up, he must be asked to go to the dark room in the main hall to take the token of the Ghost Valley and inherit the mantle.