Would You Like to Have a Drink

The dark room was dim and devoid of light, with only the cold wind blowing in from the high stone steps behind, making a whimpering sound.

 

“Senior brother.”

 

This voice was vastly different from the laziness and carelessness on ordinary days, on the contrary, it was hoarse and obscure, implying a deep-seated desire.

 

The hand holding him was scorching hot, and the fingertips that tightly gripped his ankle was like a snake. The heat infiltrated into the clothes, as if to stir up his slightly cold temperature, rolling and sinking to the deeper seabed.

 

Pa-da.

 

Zong Luo was suddenly startled, he couldn’t hold the flame fold firmly in his hand for a moment, and it rolled to the ground.

 

With his vigilance, unexpectedly, it wasn’t until Yu Beizhou’s hand had actually grabbed his ankle that he reacted. This was simply unimaginable and extremely absurd.

 

A thick smell of blood filled this not too narrow dark room.

 

Due to the limited vision, Zong Luo couldn’t see what scene was in front of him at all, and he didn’t even understand how Yu Beizhou caught him.

 

“Let go.” The prince in white said coldly.

 

There was no movement.

 

On the contrary, those fingers increasingly tightened, intensely enough to the point that it almost crushed his bones.

 

In order to prevent Yu Beizhou from coming up with bad ideas again, Zong Luo backhandedly turned his sword, Qixing Longyuan spun a flying circle on the palm of his hand, drew a beautiful and startling sword light, and cut straight towards the ground.

 

Ci—

 

In the next second, there was a clear sound of a sword piercing into the flesh from the tip of the sword.

 

Zong Luo lowered his head in astonishment.

 

It wasn’t known where the flame fold had rolled for a while, but he aimed his sword down. Although he didn’t use much force, he aimed at Yu Beizhou’s shoulder without bias.

 

If he didn’t want to get hurt, he could only let go.

 

Surprisingly, Yu Beizhou didn’t dodge.

 

He held Zong Luo’s ankle, while the other hand grasped the tip of the sword, which was as cold as the evening snow on the Cangshan Mountain, letting the blood to flow down from the slender fingertips with well-defined joints, caressing them fascinatedly, while he softly babbled, ” Senior brother, Senior brother, it’s you.”

 

The prince in white furrowed his brows.

 

If he was only skeptical just now, at this moment, he was certain that something was wrong with Yu Beizhou.

 

He seems to be trapped in some hallucination.

 

But shouldn’t he not be sober, it is strange that he recognizes himself again.

 

Yu Beizhou muttered to himself, “Jin Yu”

 

The hand grabbing Qixing Longyuan got more and more forceful, Zong Luo was startled, and hurriedly wanted to put the sword back into its sheath, regardless of anything else.

 

Just like what Yu Beizhou said at the beginning, even in a fight, one should openly and squarely behead the opponent by the sword, instead of taking advantage of others’ perilous state.

 

Just like Zong Luo coming here today, he just wanted to see Yu Beizhou being a joke, instead of coming here to kill him.

 

It was always more enjoyable to humiliate one’s sworn enemy than to give him a sword, especially for a pervert like Yu Beizhou.

 

As a result, Zong Luo tugged hard for a long time, but found that it couldn’t be pulled back.

 

As a last resort, he used internal force on his hand, which finally snatched the Qixing Longyuan back from the opponent’s hand.

 

But what Zong Luo didn’t expect was, the moment he pulled it over, the person also followed.

 

Clang——

 

The sound of heavy iron chains echoed in the darkroom.

 

The prince in white was suddenly thrown onto the cold ground by another hot body.

 

The feeling of being pressed by a person on his body was uncomfortable. Zong Luo bent his knees to push up, but was forcibly pressed down by the opponent’s violent internal force, which was like a thousand jin and instead easily placed both his hands unto his back, pressed him to the ground, and was forced to open himself up.

 

“You.”

 

Zong Luo couldn’t react immediately, and his pupils dilated in an instant.

 

On ordinary days, Zong Luo and Yu Beizhou’s force value could only be regarded as evenly matched, and if they fought seriously, it was usually 50-50. It was difficult to say who’s definitely stronger than the other.

 

Otherwise, Guiguzi would not have waited for them for five or six years of experiencing the world and be tempered after going out of the valley before delivering a letter to them, asking them to choose a candidate to inherit Guiguzi’s mantle. (TL: Ghost Valley Master)

 

But just now, as soon as Zong Luo’s deep internal force was utilized, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and he was swept away by the person who tightly wrapped their arms around him.

 

He was anxious and doubtful in his heart, but he didn’t act rashly for a while.

 

Drip, drip. Thick blood dripped down Zong Luo’s forehead and temples along his inky hair, which was hotter than a body temperature.

 

Someone leaned their head affectionately and breathed on his cheek, “Senior brother, you smell so good.”

 

Yu Beizhou held onto this body, and squinted his eyes, just like a fluffy and lazy beast.

 

It was like those countless nights when he returned to the palace alone, instead of sleeping on the dragon bed, he would climb into the ice coffin, hold his senior brother, and talk to himself.

 

The hot fingertips stained with blood touched Zong Luo’s jaw. “But Senior brother, why don’t you open your eyes and look at me?”

 

The short-lived warmth suddenly stopped.

 

A bite like a raging wind and rain fell on the surface of the slender neck of the prince in white, abruptly tore off the bandage of the wound that was not fully healed last time, and sucked the sweet blood inside.

 

This smell calmed down the maddened pupils for a moment.

 

In the darkness, something seemed to be sourging up.

 

Zong Luo turned his neck to the side, grabbed the sword on the ground while feeling unbearably pained, and pushed Yu Beizhou away with his elbow.

 

The tip of the sword fell to the ground, sparking a burst of sparks, which coincidentally scraped past the top of the flame fold.

 

Screech.

 

The sound of a flame rising was still loud in the quiet dark room.

 

Zong Luo pressed his neck that was still bleeding, and slowly stood up from the ground.

 

In front of him was an airtight all around dark room that was made of cold stone.

 

The surrounding walls were dotted with scattered bloodstains, most of which have been aged for a long time, with a gloomy black due, indicating how many times the same thing had happened here.

 

These were nothing, the most terrifying thing was the wall opposite Zong Luo at present.

 

Five wrist-thick chains hung from the walls and ceiling.

 

These iron chains emitted a faint cold light, and they were all made of natural meteorite iron. Chains made of this material could only be found in the water prisons of death row prisoners in the Great Yuan or people sentenced to death.

 

Now they were all tied to Yu Beizhou’s hands and feet.

 

It’s no wonder that after Zong Luo took a few steps back, the other party didn’t move, because he was bound by chains and couldn’t take an extra step forward.

 

However, none of this was as shocking as Zong Luo was when he saw Yu Beizhou clearly.

 

The latter’s bound hair was loose, his body was soaked in blood as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood, his whole body was the same color as his scarlet clothes, his back was covered with fine and dense wounds, and his nails were dripping with blood.

 

No one had the courage to lock the King of Beining in a dark room, nor have that ability either.

 

This room full of blood, and the wounds all over the body, it could only be caused by Yu Beizhou himself.

 

“So it’s really you, Jin Yu.”