Would You Like to Have a Drink

Even if he was once the son of fate, Yu Beizhou had long lost count of how many life-and-death crises he had encountered in his two lifetimes. As a general, one naturally had to put life and death out of mind.

Not to mention him, Zong Luo was the same. If it weren’t for Emperor Yuan begging the Great Witch to take action, he probably wouldn’t have survived that ordeal.

“I know.”

Perhaps it was because the person in front of him was too weak now, and the forehead he touched with his fingertips was burning hot; or perhaps it was because he was in the rear and could only watch the endless stream of military reports coming in, unable to help at all; the emotions that had accumulated in Zong Luo’s heart for a whole day finally had a big outbreak.

He was worried, he was panicked, he was anxious.

These, upon seeing Yu Beizhou made himself into this state, all turned into an uncontrollable rage.

“Yu Beizhou, do you know or not, the heart in your body now, is the one I cut out for you.”

The crown prince in white deeply suppressed his own anger, “Master used a forbidden technique for us. I gave you half of my life, and you only have this half of your life. From now on, our life and death are linked, our fortune and misfortune intertwined.”

The forbidden technique that brings people back to life, how easy is it to use?

Not only did it require a reduction in lifespan, it required half of the heart, and from then on, Zong Luo and Yu Beizhou shared a common fate. If one of them died, the other one would not die but would be seriously injured, and would not live well for a few days.

“If I had known you didn’t cherish your own life like this, I shouldn’t have saved you that day.”

The more Zong Luo spoke, the angrier he became, and a sense of grievance rose from the bottom of his heart.

Yu Beizhou never said that he used his own luck to exchange for their second chance.

He shouldn’t have said these things. But once the dam of emotions was opened, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Perhaps it was because of that stubbornness, that he insisted that what he said before he died didn’t count, whether it was love or Yu Beizhou’s “hatred”, he had to say it upright and seriously once to count.

Clearly, Zong Luo also knew that even if he didn’t get the answer he wanted, they couldn’t break up and return to two parallel lines that never intersect.

Once upon a time, he and Yu Beizhou were only tightly entwined by fate, like a mirage, hard to separate. But if one side was determined to not care about the life and death of the other, it was still possible to break up cleanly.

But after he begged the Ghost Valley Master to perform the technique, there was no possibility.

This was a true life-and-death connection.

How could it be cleanly broken?

Going round and round, it was just to fulfill Yu Beizhou’s wish, forever owing each other, forever entangled.

But this person was good, he didn’t cherish his own life, and he dind’t even want to give an answer.

After a long time, a sigh came from the bedding.

Suddenly, the standing crown prince in white was pulled into a burning embrace.

Strong arms firmly locked him, and a hot breath sounded in his ear, “Senior brother.”

Yu Beizhou was simply a dead duck with a hard mouth. (TL: stubborn)

He would rather let Zong Luo misunderstand than explain more for himself.

However, after really making the senior brother angry, the one who finally felt heartache was still him. He had to surrender and admit defeat, put down his pride, and honestly reveal his little thoughts.

The voice that was always willful and flamboyant, at this moment, carried hoarseness and helplessness, “Those things you said, this Junior brother is naturally willing.”

The crown prince in white who was tightly wrapped in the bedding widened his eyes.

As early as the second night on the cold jade bed in the Ghost Valley, Zong Luo had made it very clear to Yu Beizhou.

‘If you want to get on this bed, unless you go back to the Imperial City with me, make it clear with Emperor Yuan, and settle it’.

Only by cutting off those entangled karmic ties between them could they sleep with love and hate together. Only then was it possible to talk about the future. Unless it was a spring breeze, putting down the ninety-nine steps that have been taken, and turning back to the starting point.

That night, Zong Luo did not wait for an answer.

At that time, Yu Beizhou shifted the topic with a smile on his face, and finally got into bed, so this topic was also dropped.

Not only this time, but also several times later.

Zong Luo had been forcing Yu Beizhou to give him an answer since in the Ghost Valley. The latter either shifted the topic, or was vague, or deliberately interpreted in the opposite direction. With a careless smile on his face, he looked extremely heartless and never answered directly.

At first, Zong Luo thought that this person was used to being proud, and it would be harder than reaching the sky for him to put down the hatred of his two lifetimes.

He never considered another possibility, nor dared to think.

——From the beginning, Yu Beizhou took his words for granted.

The dream he had when he was dying, the ordinary dream certified by the Heavenly Way.

For Yu Beizhou, that was not a dream, but a fact that had actually happened.

When he saw his senior brother in another space and time lying in a pool of blood, he knew clearly that he had lost completely.

Unconsciously, at a very early time, Yu Beizhou himself was not aware, he was already willing to give everything for Zong Luo.

Living was hard, and being together was hard.

Compared with life and death, what Zong Luo said was not worth mentioning.

As for why he didn’t say it.

Yu Beizhou said sullenly, “I have long lost my luck.”

His voice was calm, and Zong Luo actually heard some sadness.

Yu Beizhou had never been so honest in front of another person before his death.

For a person who was always arrogant, admitting his own powerlessness was truly harder than killing him.

“Although it’s just a battle with a predetermined outcome, it can’t be denied that there is also the possibility of death.”

The young man in red deliberately raised his tone, his tone cheerful and teasing, “If this Junior brother promises to return to the Imperial City with Senior brother and clarify everything, but accidentally dies on the battlefield, wouldn’t Senior brother have to be a widow in the future?”

Yu Beizhou was not afraid of death, he was only afraid that he would never see this person again.

Rather than making the senior brother sad, he didn’t know whether he would die in this battle, so he simply didn’t make any promises from the beginning.

The most terrifying thing was to give hope, but only to usher in despair.

At least if he really died like this, he could say some heartbreaking words before he died.

For example, “Senior brother, you are wrong, I really hate you so much, I will never let you go” and so on. In this way, after his death, his senior brother should not regret and miss him, he just needed to hate him.

“Senior brother, look, I am such a person.”

Yu Beizhou laughed, saying extremely cruel words in his mouth, but he struggled to prop up his body, kissed away the tear stains at the corner of the crown prince in white’s eyes, and his movements were incredibly gentle.

He had never been a very kind person.

Even his love for him was not like that in the ordinary sense, but it was born from hatred, and it blurred love and hate.

If it was impossible to be together, he must also extinguish the spark of Zong Luo, and was willing to let his senior brother hate him and misunderstand him for a lifetime. It’s cruel to the extreme.

“Senior brother, do you regret it?”

The young man in red still laughed, “Alas, but even if Senior brother regrets it, it’s useless. This Junior brother is such a twisted and willful bad guy. Since praying for me to die on the battlefield failed, and I’ve survived, then Senior brother, don’t think about escaping in the future.”

He hadn’t finished speaking when he was pulled down by Zong Luo.

A slightly cold, trembling lip came over.

A raw and active kiss.

Now, it was Yu Beizhou’s turn to widen his eyes.

After the kiss, Zong Luo sneered in a low voice, “Yes, you’re exactly a bastard.”

But it’s just such an outright, self-aware bastard that made him willing to accompany him for the rest of his life.