Would You Like to Have a Drink

Discarding their helmets and armor, breaking their weapons, they could only fight fiercely with their bare hands.

Kill to the end of reincarnation, kill to the sleepless night, kill to the clothes stripped, kill to the death.

Yu Beizhou liked blood, liked pain, and wanted to plunder life on the battlefield, cruel and ruthless.

It had been proven that if he became a monarch, all the people in the world would know that the two words “tyrant” were far more appropriate on him than Emperor Yuan or Jie Zhou.

Inflicting pain was always more memorable than warmth. It made people remember more.

When it was about to come, he put his hand on the face of the crown prince in white, the beautiful eyebrows of the distant mountain unconsciously frowned, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and the whole person rarely showed a bit of coldness.

Just now the weather was sunny, but in a moment it was dark clouds and thunderstorms.

The rain and thunder fell like a mountain, and the world seemed to darken in an instant, so dark that one couldn’t see their hand in front, looking up, only to see no way.

The huge candle burning in the corner of the main hall was swayed by the strong wind a few times, and suddenly went out. On the expensive candlestick, a wisp of white smoke was left alone, swaying and dispersing.

The pouring rain fell with a bang, from the high sky connected into a line, forcibly squeezed into the gap on the top of this wooden structure covered with cyan jade tiles, and finally too much rainwater could not be contained, and could only futilely drip down the vermilion gully.

It’s good not to see. The things in this Ghost Valley Main Hall, let alone the cushion, even the expensive agarwood was smashed by them several times. It’s not an exaggeration to say that they have encountered mountain bandits.

Breathing was clearly audible in the dark.

Zong Luo melted into this piece of blood and pain, the pleasure of grace and enmity.

His breathing fluctuated a few times, his fingers fell weakly, fell on the cold floor of the main hall with a green gold color, and drew a series of warm water marks.

After the carnival, there was a mess, only the lips unconsciously convulsed.

For a while, it was extremely quiet, and no one spoke.

The large white fur cloak was cushioned on the ground, the fluffy fur was full of water, and it became heavy.

The person lying on it was sweaty all over, and even his fingertips couldn’t hold steady, trembling in vain.

Thunder fell, and it was daylight for a moment.

Yu Beizhou’s face, which was so beautiful that it was almost ghostly, flickered in the electric light, wrapped in a layer of sweat, shiny, and satisfyingly beautiful.

“Senior brother,” his voice was full of satisfaction and sigh.

When he lowered his head, those strands of ink-black hair, dampened by sweat, hung obediently by his face, as if interpreting their master’s pleasure and comfort.

This was the first sentence spoken between them in about an hour since he said ‘Who cares?’

The crown prince in white didn’t pay any attention to him.

He lazily closed his eyes, tortured by pain until he was exhausted, not even wanting to lift a finger.

Zong Luo felt that this was even more tiring than fighting a war.

Not only did he add more injuries to himself, but the wounds that had shown signs of healing also burst open again. He was in such a mess and had no strength to move.

If one didn’t know, looking at their thunderous posture just now, one would think that the end of the world was coming tomorrow.

Although this stinky junior was badly injured, Zong Luo was not comparable to this person who had been tortured every three days since he was a child and had a bizarre healing ability.

His heart was broken, but he could still jump around after lying down for seven days.

In contrast, he was like a dead fish lying on a chopping board. It was a waste to give that pill to Yu Beizhou.

However, this thought only flashed through his mind and was deliberately swept away.

Whether it was the pill or the death tribulation, or even other things that should be considered, they should not appear here.

People were always like this, only without restraint could they sink, and only on the verge of death could they kiss.

Here, he just wanted to indulge in escape and taste the joy of the world.

“Get out.”

After resting for a while, Zong Luo kicked him away with one foot.

This person lazily held him from behind, affectionately sucking and kissing the crown prince’s noble earlobe, grinding it with his sharp tiger teeth.

Stripping away the sharp cruelty that was just now immovable no matter how hard he kicked, Yu Beizhou once again put on his seemingly warm facade.

Upon hearing this, he chuckled lowly and said “This servant obeys”, then slowly proceeded to do as told.

Without a doubt, it was another torment.

Yu Beizhou was used to the pain, for those who took pleasure in pain, they would only feel exhilarated.

For Zong Luo, it was like a knife cutting flesh, apart from satisfying the spiritual desire and attraction, there was no good to be gained.

To tell the truth, this was not a wonderful experience at all.

No, it should be said that it was not wonderful at all.

There won’t be a next time, Zong Luo said with a cold face.

Don’t even talk about whether the technique is good or bad, this person simply has no technique. He’s not fit to be a 1, he really should go back to his mother’s womb and be remade.