Would You Like to Have a Drink

Zong Luo felt that the topic was a bit wrong now, and sure enough, he heard this person jokingly say, “Senior brother should have almost recovered too, right?”

Yu Beizhou propped his head at an angle, smiling with a face full of ill-intent. “Senior brother said that Junior brother’s technique is not good, but it hurt Junior brother’s heart. But after all, there is no proof, no evidence, why not let this Junior brother clear his previous shame, and practice the newly learned things?”

His response was a heavy slamming of the door.

Looking at the empty ice cellar, Yu Beizhou sighed faintly.

No one expected that in the next ten or so days, a prophecy would come true.

In theory, in this uninhabited valley where there was no village in front and no shop behind, it’s not strange to do anything.

Yu Beizhou, this vicious dog that had opened a meat dish, once he had the first time, he became more and more addicted.

He even made up his mind that not to mention in the main hall, in the place where the sky was covered and the ground was covered, any corner of the Ghost Valley should leave some traces of his and senior brother’s good times.

The result was far more bony than imagined. After recovering their internal strength, the two’s combat power could only be considered equal, and Zong Luo really didn’t let Yu Beizhou get close to him half a step.

“Senior brother, we will leave the valley tomorrow.”

After another routine swordplay exchange between the disciples of the Ghost Valley, Yu Beizhou’s tone was aggrieved and mournful.

He looked at Zong Luo sitting under the peach blossom tree, sweating profusely, and secretly leaned over to kiss and lick him.

Zong Luo stiffened for a moment, but did not refuse.

The weather in the Ghost Valley was really good today, with the bright sun shining high.

The breeze was spinning, blowing the pink petals down, scattering them in the gurgling stream, which was particularly beautiful.

Yes, they would leave the valley tomorrow.

Staring at the petals in the water, Zong Luo accepted this scorching and gradually deepening kiss, while also feeling slightly entranced.

In these days in the Ghost Valley, apart from madly desperately fighting when waking up the first time, the following days were peaceful and beautiful, despite the occasional conflicts.

There were no life-and-death feuds, no deep hatred, no social norms, and no moral constraints.

When hungry, they would catch a wild rabbit to roast, one person gathering firewood and the other starting the fire. When tired, they would sleep on the cold jade bed, with some people always coming uninvited. The first thing one would see when they woke up was that stunningly beautiful face that seemed not of this world.

Sometimes, Zong Luo would even have a nearly absurd illusion.

He and Yu Beizhou were like a perfectly normal couple in the mortal world, sharing their joys and sorrows, their human happiness.

But compared to others, they had a deeper hatred than love, more past entanglements, and were destined by fate.

But he knew in his heart that it was impossible.

After leaving the Ghost Valley, he was still the Crown Prince of Great Yuan above ten thousand people, and Yu Beizhou was still the decisive and willful King of Beining of the Great Yuan.

Unless the problem was solved from the root, this would always be an insoluble knot.

Compared to the stormy first time, this time could be described as extremely gentle.

The passionate kiss fell on the crown prince’s eyebrows, nose bridge, lips, chin, and finally imprinted on his fingertips.
Thousands of shouldn’t, absolutely shouldn’t, there shouldn’t have been that first time.

They could hide in any corner of the Ghost Valley and have a passionate affair, more intimate than any couple, as harmonious as water and fire.

But this was only possible in this secluded valley.

Since there was a first time, let it be the last.

He thought so self-deprecatingly, clumsily lifting his hand to kiss this person back.

This kiss was like a silent signal of tacit agreement

The world spun. He was pressed against the wooden post that the Ghost Valley disciples used for training.

Unable to see Yue Beizhou’s face, he was a bit panicked.

However, he soon lost the mood to think about these things.

The sharp sword was heated red and quenched, but the blacksmith put it aside and ignored it.

In its place was a fluffy head.

Zong Luo could even clearly feel the sensation of hair falling on his toes.

“Stop–”

His pupils shrank sharply, and his exclamation was blocked by a finger, and his body was covered with a layer of bright red.

Obviously, the learning ability of some people had been verified again.

Among them, the key points marked out include the preparatory work in the early stage.

Like being dragged into a pool of warm water, Zong Luo was so comfortable that his fingertips curled up, and then he was forcibly pulled apart by another person, one by one, interlocking with the person behind him.

He became a small boat, unable to do anything, only able to passively accept kisses and licks.

Another gust of wind blew by.

Almost half of the peach blossoms on the tree fell and fell into the silver white hair.

The hands with distinct joints gently picked up these scattered and disordered petals from the beautiful shoulders, as if a snake’s tongue, fiery red, traced circles around the hair, leaving countless kisses.

“Uh ah——”

In a moment of blurred consciousness, a petal fell on his thin lips, setting off a sudden change in tune.

Zong Luo was drenched in sweat, his pupils lost focus, and he was slumped onto a tree stump.

His unconsciously trembling lower lip bit into the petal of a peach blossom, and the fragrance that seeped out fell into his mouth, carrying a sweet and greasy taste.

The peach blossom cakes in the Ghost Valley were delicious.

In the past, the mute servants would gather bags of peach blossoms, put them in a medicine mortar, and grind them bit by bit with a pestle, splashing juice everywhere. The cakes made in this way were fragrant, soft, and delicious, with color, aroma, and taste all in one. Every time Zong Luo left the valley to practice, he would bring a few pieces with him.

After many years, he tasted this flavor again.

Yu Beizhou finally looked up.

His smile was bright and satisfied, he carefully licked his lips clean, and sighed from the bottom of his heart. “Indeed. The taste of Senior brother is sweeter than this tree full of flowers.”

Zong Luo’s face suddenly turned red as if on fire, the corners of his eyes reddened, and he turned his head away in embarrassment.