Would You Like to Have a Drink

Yu Beizhou raised his eyes and smiled lowly, finally finding a trace of clarity from the burning restlessness with anxiety.

 

In the darkness, his overly gorgeous face showed a strange and sickly flush, and a string of blood beads hung on his crow feather-like eyelashes, which was more bewitching than any legendary enchanting ghost.

 

“I am really pleasantly surprised.”

 

Yu Beizhou licked off the remaining blood from his lips, and with a satisfied expression, a sigh emanated from the depths of his throat.

 

It’s hard to describe how pleasantly surprised he was to see Zong Luo when he woke up from the boundless hot sea.

 

Just like how no one knew, in those thousands of days and nights in the past, Yu Beizhou had never found a moment of peace or even sobriety on this day.

 

Sometimes, when he was mentally deranged to the point of madness, Yu Beizhou would even hallucinate that the person in the ice coffin opened his eyes towards him, and looked at him coldly, with a gaze like that of looking at an ant.

 

Such as now.

 

Those pair of eyes that he had depicted countless times but never opened, were boundless.

 

No disgust, no revulsion, no contempt.

 

Only fire.

 

Only enough to ignite his fire.

 

Zong Luo’s pupils trembled when he saw the appearance of his mortal enemy at first glance.

 

He forced his gaze to move away from the redness sinking at the end of his eyes, and the place where the blood was stained just now began to ignite fire and burn.

 

For some reason, Zong Luo suddenly remembered the description that he decided to pursue at the beginning.

 

He had always known that Yu Beizhou was good-looking, not falling short of the title of the protagonist, who attracted millions of fans.

 

It’s just that the life after being reborn as cannon fodder was hard to guarantee, thus Zong Luo didn’t have the heart to appreciate it either.

 

However, when he actually saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly realized. No matter how much gorgeous rhetoric was used, it was difficult to describe this extremely decadent sense of war damage.

 

If this was a paper man, Zong Luo would definitely be extremely addicted and supportive, wave a lightstick for him and be crazy about him.

 

However, the hateful thing was that Yu Beizhou was actually looking at him with a smile on his face.

 

Obviously he was the one who was restrained, with the shoulder blade nailed through, and totally unarmed. With such a smile, on the contrary, it’s like being sure to win and being calm and unruffled in the midst of chaos.

 

Zong Luo, who was forcing himself to divert his attention, suddenly developed a rebellious mentality.

 

He raised his sword, and said in a strange way, “Look, isn’t this the King of Beining? How did you make yourself into such an embarrassing state?”

 

Yu Beizhou raised his eyebrows, and was surprisingly in a good mood.

 

In order to be able to lock himself during the onset of his illness within a certain period every month, he also spent a lot of money. These strings of chains were stronger than the ones in the Great Yuan Prison, and it was impossible to break free on his own, it was even difficult to take a step forward.

 

If this scene happened in his previous life, Yu Beizhou thought, he would be so angry that he would go berserk, eager to immediately lift his sword and strike this sworn enemy with his hand.

 

From a young age to the present, let alone knowing about it, even those who only heard the slightest sound of the onset of his illness, it wasn’t known how tall the grass on their graves had grown.

 

This day, for Yu Beizhou, was forever his reverse scale.

 

But if it’s Jin Yu….

 

The extremely aggressive gaze lingered presumptuously on the prince in white, as if discovering a new use for a toy, with a childlike innocence, eagerly wanting to try it.

 

“Hm.” Yu Beizhou said with a smile, “So Senior brother wants to take advantage of my perilous state and punish me well?”

 

He felt the changes in his body. The ending syllable gradually rose, with infinite reverie and ambiguity, making a person’s face and ear blush for no reason.

 

Zong Luo: “……”

 

He suddenly began to regret coming to the Beining Mansion tonight.

 

Originally, he wanted to humiliate Yu Beizhou with words, and take a look at his old enemy being a joke. As a result, he didn’t expect this person’s face to be so thick to this extent, that he could be considered shameless and there was none under heaven to equal him, willing people to a point of conceding defeat.

 

But if really wanting to turn around and leave like this, it would rather be too unreconciling.

 

What’s more, Zong Luo didn’t want to show weakness in front of Yu Beizhou.

 

Thus he braced himself and grasped Qixing Longyuan under the playful eyes of the other party.

 

Since verbal humiliation does not work, then let’s beat him up and put off the discussion until later.

 

Yu Beizhou is locked into a fried dough twist by the cold iron, it is a god-sent opportunity.  If there is a grudge, one must avenge it, and return grievances with grievances. (TL: treating the other in the same way that was done to you)

 

Thus Zong Luo with a cold face, slapped Yu Beizhou hard with his scabbard.

 

“At the city gate, the Baijia Banquet, the Great Witch Temple, on the cliff, and in the medicinal bath, I’ll give it all back to you.”

 

“I’m warning you, don’t provoke me in this life, otherwise it won’t be so simple next time.”

 

A low muffled hum sounded in the cramped dark room, as if trying to suppress something, making it more pleasing.

 

After taking it all out, Zong Luo kicked Yu Beizhou.

 

Looking at the other side’s high support point, he felt for the first time in his life what it meant to lift a stone only to hit his own foot.

 

First, he was shocked, then disbelief, and finally skeptical about life.

 

Although he used a scabbard, he was merciless, moreover, before he came, Yu Beizhou already had so many wounds on his body, and almost everywhere, blood was oozing. Zong Luo was in pain just looking at it.

 

As a result, Yu Beizhou didn’t even furrow his brows, but instead became increasingly excited.

 

It was the excitement visible to the naked eye in the physical category.

 

The general in red casually glanced at his own body, then his Adam’s apple rolled.

 

He suddenly laughed, the laughter was filled with a strong desire, and was also tinged with a half laziness taste, like an evil ghost sobering up after accepting things without analysis.

 

Yu Beizhou sighed, “Ah, so it is like this.”

 

After ten years, he finally understood.

 

That kind of longing that couldn’t be satisfied in any way, was the desire for the person in front of him.