Would You Like to Have a Drink

The Ghost Valley Ice Cellar returned to silence, leaving only the faint sound of breathing.

Zong Luo was so angry that he wanted to curse.

Who could sleep in such a situation?!

Not to mention Yu Beizhou, this person with a stomach full of bad water.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced into the wound. How could something that didn’t belong to oneself feel comfortable? Not to mention the sense of foreign body that was so obvious, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the place where it was left was just an area that was difficult to mention. An occasional breath made people shudder, from the scalp to the hair tips.

Zong Luo’s forehead popped out a cross, and he kicked Yu Beizhou out with one foot.

Unexpectedly, the latter was completely unguarded.

This soft and powerless kick successfully kicked the person off the cold jade bed. A red and white pile fell to the ground with a clatter, and there was also the sticky sound of water after peeling.

“Ah, Senior brother, you are really heartless.”

Yu Beizhou paused on the ground for a while before he got up pitifully.

The place on his shoulder that Zong Luo had just pressed out a patch of blood, and the bandage on his chest also began to seep red again, which was shocking.

However, the crown prince in white lying on the cold jade bed blushed and his ears were red because of the water sound emitted when he kicked the person away just now. He simply pulled over the quilt, wrapped himself up completely, and refused to look at Yu Beizhou again.

With a rustling sound, Zong Luo heard someone climbing up again.

“Senior brother, are you really not letting this Junior brother in?”

A somewhat aggrieved voice sounded behind his ear, and a familiar arm and weight came over, naturally pulling half of the quilt over.

Yu Beizhou’s body temperature was originally higher than normal people, and it was even more obvious on the cold jade bed. Although Zong Luo didn’t want to be so close to him, he had to admit that it was indeed very comfortable when this person hugged him.

“But Senior brother is so warm and comfortable.”

Yu Beizhou’s voice was filled with laughter. “This Junior brother will obediently stay inside to heal his wounds, and promise not to do anything.”

“Scram.”

Zong Luo answered him with one word, concise and to the point.

Seeing that Zong Luo was likely to kick him out of bed if he said another word, Yu Beizhou finally shut up obediently.

It’s okay, unable to contain the sword body to nourish it, holding it is also excellent.

The young man in red thought carelessly.

With Yu Beizhou there, Zong Luo didn’t dare to expose the empty door on his back.

He laid flat on the cold jade bed, feeling the heat source hugging him. Because he was really tired and sleepy, he actually fell asleep in a daze.

Feeling the gradually calming breath in the air, Yu Beizhou listened to the sound of rain outside, honestly and properly put his hand away, a pair of dark eyes stared at the crown prince in white’s side face, there was no sleepiness inside.

Only when he really touched it, felt the pain, and the heart under his fingers was still beating, could he confirm that Zong Luo was alive. It wasn’t the glaring blood on the pedestrian crossing in his dream, nor was it the cold corpse lying in his arms in his previous life. It was the senior brother who would kiss him back, bite on his shoulder, and pant in a low voice.

Everything was fake, only the person in front of him was real.

Thinking this way, Yu Beizhou moved his head a little closer.

Thinking about the place where he just touched a bit, and Senior brother reacted so much, he was somewhat thoughtful.

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When Zong Luo woke up, he stared at the ceiling of the ice cellar, seemingly still unable to come back to his senses.

But it was only for a moment. After a moment, he immediately sat up and lifted the quilt.

Thanks to the cold jade bed, even after overindulgence, he felt refreshed and invigorated when he woke up. The fatigue was washed away, and the pain from every inch of his crushed bones had also healed quite a bit.

“Senior brother is awake.”

The voice behind him was a bit more excited.

Zong Luo suddenly turned his head and saw someone lying lazily behind him, one arm around him, and the other hand holding a book?

Not just one book, there were quite a few piled up on the cold jade bed, even including some wooden prints.

Seeing Zong Luo’s puzzled look, Yu Beizhou waved the thing in his hand with a smile.

In the ice cellar, only the faint light emitted by the night pearl could be seen, not very clear.

In those square grids, there were clearly some abstract-looking little people.

Looking closer, these little people were clearly doing things they shouldn’t be doing.

Zong Luo: “…..”

What was even more horrifying was that the young man in red was looking very seriously.

His eyes were full of exploration, and he even had a writing brush in his mouth. When he saw a picture he liked, he would even draw a circle on it to record it.

“Senior brother, this one seems pretty good, we can try it next time.”

Yu Beizhou, who loved to watch the excitement, flipped a few pages forward and pointed out the things he had just highlighted to Zong Luo.

Zong Luo: “Scram! There won’t be a next time!”

“Oh.” The young man in red retracted his hand somewhat aggrievedly, completely looking like he didn’t take it to heart, and continued to study enthusiastically.

Looking at Yu Beizhou’s high learning spirit, Zong Luo couldn’t help but feel speechless.

The Ghost Valley’s half-wall of books could be said to encompass everything, with astronomy above and geography below, and all kinds of topics and unique books were all included. Every Ghost Valley Master had the habit of traveling and entering the world. They went out to help others, not seeking money, and the reward was books. If they encountered a unique book, they let the other party hand-copy a copy, and over time the library pavilion was filled.

Not to mention anything else, even without the heavenly luck, Yu Beizhou’s configuration was top-notch. His comprehension and physique were far beyond ordinary people. Before Zong Luo started reading, he had heard many praises of his genius, but he couldn’t achieve the unforgettable level of Yu Beizhou. No matter how long ago he read, he could still recite the books by heart.

As he was watching, Yu Beizhou looked up again.

“The divine medicine that Master hid is really extraordinary, this Junior brother has almost recovered.”

In theory, his heart was shattered, and his injury was indeed more severe. However, this could not withstand his abnormal recovNow that he pressed hard, the wound was injured a second time, and naturally bled again.

But Yu Beizhou seemed to have never heard before.

After putting away the plan to make trouble, the smile at the corner of the young man in red’s mouth also faded a bit, and he poured the medicine in a regular manner, and then filled it into the wound, his attitude was as careful as if he had changed to someone else.

When he was serious, he was always full of charm.

Zong Luo remembered many years ago when they were still in the Ghost Valley. This person clearly couldn’t beat him, but always liked to get close, and occasionally messed up behind his back.

For example, once Zong Luo went out of the valley for practice, he was inexplicably chased by a tiger in the forest, and almost lost his life. After returning, he found out that Yu Beizhou had done something on him, so after returning to the valley, he immediately picked up the sword in anger to find someone.

In the end, he found Yu Beizhou in the half-empty library pavilion in the Ghost Valley.

It was unknown if it was the blessing of the protagonist’s halo from the previous life that had not disappeared, or Yu Beizhou’s appearance was very different from the hypocrisy he showed in the past, this scene had always been remembered in Zong Luo’s mind.

The young Yu Beizhou was still wearing a red dress, sitting deep in the library pavilion. Even though it was daytime, he chose a corner, with a candle about to go out at his feet, one hand holding a bamboo slip, and the other hand propping his head, looking expressionless.

The sunlight divided two clear boundaries on the floor of the library pavilion, but he chose the darkest and dimmest side. When his back was against the light, the small figure looked particularly lonely.

The protagonist of a book, surrounded by thousands of people, would also feel lonely, wouldn’t he?

“——”

At a certain moment, Zong Luo’s breathing was suddenly disrupted. An unfamiliar electric sensation that he had never experienced during the long hour of pain torture sprang out from his limbs and rushed directly to the top of his head, causing his whole body to tremble.

To cover up this sudden embarrassment, he asked in a low voice, “Is it done yet?”

“Almost, almost.” Yu Beizhou answered casually.

He seemed to try a few more times unintentionally, each time he could feel the sudden heavy breathing afterwards, noted down the approximate length of the knuckles, and then regretfully ended this long medication.

The fingertips were re-exposed to the cold air again.

The young man in red licked his wet fingers and laughed teasingly, “Senior brother’s taste is so sweet.”

Zong Luo’s face was blazing with fire, he just pretended not to hear, took a long breath, pulled over his clothes, wanted to kick the person away with one foot, lay on the cold jade bed to rest, and quietly play dead.

However, until the fluffy head leaned back into his shoulder socket, holding him and not letting him leave.

The scabbard was very well nurtured, and oil was applied to every corner.

For swordsmen, the sword was in the person, the sword dies, the person dies.

Without any warning, what replaced it was a red-hot sword body.

The scabbard had been polished well, washed with warm water once, and when the sword was put into the scabbard, there was no resistance at all, it was easily filled and put aside.

For every swordsman, this was naturally a knowledge. When they were learning arts in the Ghost Valley, they even specifically learned how to maintain their own swords.

“What are you doing?!”

Just as Zong Luo took two steps away and was about to lie down, the hand that was about to leave was forcibly pulled back, the tail sound suddenly rose and changed tone, and he immediately glared.

The young man in red hugged him from behind, sighed comfortably for the touch, naturally climbed onto the cold jade bed with him, and even put an arm over, not to mention being very conscious.

“Healing.”

Yu Beizhou innocently said, “Senior brother can’t help Junior brother with the medicine, poor Junior brother can only rely on himself.”

Indeed. If they weren’t prepared, both of them should have been injured. Zong Luo was so badly injured, how could Yu Beizhou be any better? Thinking about this, he even felt a bit of schadenfreude.

However, what Yu Beizhou said was right, Zong Luo would rather die than give this person medicine. Let him suffer.

But, he never expected that this person’s self-reliance would be this kind of self-reliance.

Zong Luo was half-dead with anger, struggling madly, but was easily suppressed by Yu Beizhou, who had better spiritual vitality recovery than him.

“Senior brother, it’s best not to move around.”

A hoarse voice laughed softly in his ear, “Otherwise, this Junior brother may not be able to control himself.”

Sure enough, upon hearing this sentence, Zong Luo suddenly stiffened.

The sharp, ready-to-go sword fell on his lifeline, making this sentence particularly persuasive.

Yu Beizhou chuckled a few times, sighed regretfully, “If it weren’t for only having one bottle of medicine, this Junior brother wouldn’t have resorted to this.”

Zong Luo: “…….” I really believe your nonsense.

Indeed, praying for Yu Beizhou to always be serious, it’s better to pray for the sun to rise from the west tomorrow.

In this silent moment, the young man in red pulled over a piece of ice silkworm quilt, wrapped the crown prince in white entirely in it, and then happily put it in his arms. Like a child circling his treasure, he proudly declared his possessiveness.

After doing all this, Yu Beizhou satisfiedly stuffed this warm bundle of person into his arms, “Alright, Senior brother can sleep now.”
ery ability. In the past, when he was sick every half month, even if his shoulder bone was pierced, he would still be jumping around the next day after applying good medicine.