Would You Like to Have a Drink

This was not a dream that he could control.

 

Helplessly, Zong Luo could only stiffen his body and stare at the face that had never been this close to him before.

 

Yu Beizhou was truly very handsome.

 

But now, this handsome face was cold and stern, with thin lips tightly pursed, carrying a sense of mockery and anger. The black pupils generate a terrifying storm vortex, dragging people into the deep abyss.

 

This person was so hot, so hot that even in a dream, it’s burning.

 

“Senior brother, you’re so cold, even if I hold you day and night, I can’t warm you up.”

 

He sighed, suddenly hugged tighter, and murmured.

 

The night sky outside was completely silent, without a sound. The huge palace was cold and clear, decorated with countless rare objects, and the carefully built dragon bed was deserted.

 

Just when Zong Luo thought that Yu Beizhou was asleep holding him, a murmur suddenly sounded in the narrow ice coffin.

 

“I hate you so much.”

 

This dream was longer than imagined.

 

Just like Gu Ziyuan, Zong Ruichen, and Zong Yuanwu told him, in a dream, one couldn’t control their actions and perspective, they could only attach to ‘their’ body.

 

Before this, Zong Luo never thought he would dream.

 

Even if you dream, at least it should be a living person, right? What’s the situation of being attached to your own corpse?!

 

But since he couldn’t control it and couldn’t wake up, Zong Luo could only lie down.

 

He found that Yu Beizhou almost spent his whole day soaking in his sleeping chamber all day, never going to sleep on his own dragon bed, but insisting on squeezed with him in the ice coffin.

 

This person might just have some strange habit, preferring to sleep on the cold crystal board rather than the bed.

 

Compared with Emperor Yuan’s diligent governance, who wished to tie himself to the Zhang Palace for twenty-four hours, Yu Beizhou seemed to be much more idle. Zong Luo even suspected that this guy had almost ruined the Great Yuan and was about to become a monarch of a fallen country.

 

“Senior brother, soon, we will meet again soon.”

 

One day, from the first-person perspective, he watched Yu Beizhou finish his illness, watched him make the outside of the ice coffin full of blood, but not willing to get a bit on his corpse, then laughed, and suddenly threw down such a sentence that was not clear.

 

Thinking of what Yu Beizhou said about nine years ago, Zong Luo had a premonition that he should have obtained the immortal method of time reversal in the immortal tomb.

 

The dream was long, but it seemed to be only a moment.

 

When he was conscious again, Zong Luo felt that he was being held up by someone.

 

Passing through the lonely and cold palace, in the deep night, he got on the carriage and headed towards the Great Witch Temple.

 

The Great Witch had been waiting in the hall for a long time.

 

Terrifyingly hideous, just hunted down animals’ heads, were still bleeding and were located at the four corners of the big array. The central altar outlined complicated and mysterious blood, emitting an unknown blue light in the night.

 

Yu Beizhou held him, as light as a wind, got off the carriage, and stepped up the dark steps step by step.

 

There was not a single star in the night sky, and the wilderness was silent, dead for a long time.

 

Zong Luo felt that the Great Witch behind the ghost mask was looking at him, their gaze was scrutinizing, without any emotion.

 

“You are destiny’s child, the one who gathers all the luck. Even if you do nothing, you can achieve your wish. Given time, it is not impossible to ascend to immortality.”

 

The voice of the Great Witch was still as hoarse and unpleasant as ever. “If you insist on going your own way and activate the Immortal Method Great Array, what you lose may be more than that.”

 

Yu Beizhou placed the person in his hand in the center, and sneered. “Have you forgotten what I said to you last time?”

 

The Great Witch was silent.

 

After a long time, they spoke. “But this matter involves too much, you need to confirm it again.”

 

“Indecisive.”

 

Yu Beizhou’s tone was relaxed, he didn’t realize what shocking words he was going to say next. “Give me the knife.”

 

He raised his hand to catch the knife thrown by the other party. From Zong Luo’s perspective, he could see that this person carelessly cut the artery on his wrist.

 

The scarlet blood rushed out one after another, pouring into the array on the ground.

 

The voice of the Great Witch gradually became obscure and sharp.

 

A gale formed on his ground. The blue array was activated. A white ribbon was generated in the air, one end connected to Zong Luo’s chest, and the other end was tied to Yu Beizhou’s heart.

 

“Are you willing to give up your luck, your identity as destiny’s child?”

 

Yu Beizhou did not answer, the tip of the knife sank a few more points.

 

In an instant, something mysterious was drawn out from Yu Beizhou’s body, dyeing the ribbon a light golden color, all of which was poured into Zong Luo’s body.

 

“Are you willing to give up your life?”

 

The gushing blood flowed at an increasingly rapid speed, and even Yu Beizhou’s face gradually turned pale. He could only barely support himself standing.

 

“Are you willing?”

 

“Stop chanting, cast the spell seriously!”

 

Yu Beizhou impatiently interrupted him. “Whatever you want, just take it.”

 

The Great Witch fell silent and said no more.

 

Remembering that snowy night, the red-robed emperor who knocked on the door of the Great Witch Temple.

 

“Immortal Method also requires a price, what are you willing to give?”

 

The Great Witch did not want to interfere with fate and wanted to refuse him with this.

 

How many people were there in this world, countless beings. For millions of years, the Great Witch had never seen a great achiever like the new emperor, who was blessed with fortune and had an unlimited future. Now, for one person, he wanted to go back in time, who would believe it?

 

That person held a sword against his door, his tone without the slightest hesitation. “Everything.”

 

He casually said. “Everything I have.”

 

Zong Luo woke up, covered in cold sweat.

 

He sat on the bed in a daze, as if he had gone through a whole lifetime.

 

No wonder those male supporting characters did not surround Yu Beizhou in this life, no wonder everything was different from the previous life, no wonder everyone’s attitude towards Yu Beizhou also changed.

 

Those that he ignored, doubted, and couldn’t figure out all strung together.

 

In order to go back in time, Yu Beizhou obsessively gave up everything he had.

 

This book no longer has a protagonist.