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As a result, Zong Luo was good. Not only did he not mention a word to the newly appointed Ghost Valley Master, but he also rolled with the person in the most solemn place of the Ghost Valley, doing such unspeakable things.

Splash——

The rushing water fell from a high place, fell into the deep pool, and made a sound like jade falling. It’s hard to tell whether it’s the rumbling sound of the waterfall falling, or the blushing and ear-reddening water sound in the hall.

The always gentle and handsome face was dyed a heart-shaking red.

Zong Luo didn’t need to look to know that he must be sweaty now, like a cooked shrimp.

Of course, Yu Beizhou was no better.

Sweat rolled down his high nose, dyeing his beautiful face even more demonic.

Even if nothing was said, the body was honest enough.

That kind of attraction from the flesh, or even deeper, was always lingering around the body.

They have longed for each other for too long.

Love and hate were intertwined, and either was deeper than love or hate alone.

This was not the first time, but it was definitely the last time.

For the first time, Zong Luo got so close and looked at Yu Beizhou’s eyes so seriously.

These eyes were deep and bottomless, more beautiful than the most beautiful black jade in the wilderness, filled with desire that could burn him out.

He didn’t know if it’s the color of the clothes on this person that was too strong or an illusion, but there seemed to be a hint of the same color in the deepest part of the pupil.

The young man’s raven-like eyelashes closed, casting a mysterious shadow. Sensing his gaze, he raised his eyes steadily, looked at Zong Luo, and suddenly hooked up a sweet smile.

This smile was bewitching to the extreme, dangerous enough to make people’s scalp numb.

In the next second, the hard and hot Tai’A sword came out of its sheath with a bang.

The seasoned hunter aimed at his prey and shot out a feather arrow from the bow that was pulled into a full moon.

“Hiss——”

Zong Luo couldn’t help but cry out in pain, the fingertips clutching the crimson robe turned white, he cursed under his breath, almost slapped Yu Beizhou in the face.

This stinky junior brother! He clearly did it on purpose!

It’s hard to imagine that such a swear word would come from the always courteous Crown Prince of Great Yuan.

He raised his foot to kick the latter, but instead, his fingertips were grabbed and bent to an incredible angle.

Obviously, the bleeding and pain were just to add to Yu Beizhou’s excitement.

His narrow eyes became more and more lustrous.

How could the top ten famous swords in the Great Wilderness be in vain?

The Tai’A evil sword came out of its sheath, hit the target with one strike, showed no mercy, and cruelly nailed the prey to the terrifyingly erect sword, declaring victory and possession.

Peeling away the hypocritical warmth, this was originally a plunder that originated from their mutual attraction.

The white long hair fell weakly from the back, entangled with the black hair.

There was no warning or preparation, let alone an adaptation period.

The gale carried the sudden rain, falling like a rapid drumbeat.

What it brought was pain and bloodiness as if it was being split alive.

Another kiss.

Different from the previous two kisses, this kiss was full of sentimental flavor. Heavy, suppressed, long, almost swallowing people alive.

The two people rolled from the top of the main hall to the steps and pillars below.

It really hurt Zong Luo, the latter directly punched back. So the positions of the two people were reversed, and Yu Beizhou naturally fell to the ground, looking up at the white-haired crown prince with a smile.

The back of the red-clothed youth was full of crisscrossing, deep bloodstains scratched out by fingernails.

His movements did not pause at all, and along with this pain, all were returned to Zong Luo.

From beginning to end, there was not a single superfluous word.

In the quiet hall, there was only suppressed panting, dry mouths, and parched tongues.

They eagerly desired each other, like two beasts in the wilderness in their mating season, rolling around in this empty and deserted hall, leaving traces and sweat everywhere, indulging in pleasure.

It seemed that in this way, they could last forever.

Both of them knew it well.

Even after going through so much, the chasm between them never lessened in the slightest.

There was no open and honest conversation, and even their own sacrifices were proudly concealed in unison.

However, they couldn’t resist the crossing of life and death, and met again.

Like two mutually attracted sparks, they burst into the most brilliant flames.

In the past, it was always Yu Beizhou who was crazy. This time, Zong Luo, who had carried his body and walked alone through most of the Wei Country, also went mad.

In this valley, far away from the court, the army, and the secular world, they chewed on the deep-seated love and hatred, let go of the things that bound them, and abandoned all concerns.

There was no Crown Prince of Great Yuan, no King of Beining of Great Yuan; there were no Ghost Valley martial brothers, no civet cat exchanged crown prince; there were only two lifetimes of entanglement and obsession, seeking but not getting, and hating parting.

Indulgence, greed for joy, just to seek a moment of sinking.

As Yu Beizhou said, ‘Making love is short and bitter, who would care?’