Would You Like to Have a Drink

Just as Yu Beizhou was thinking about what kind of method to use to make his senior brother take the initiative to speak, the prince in the night clothes spoke.

Being so close to someone, Zong Luo’s whole body was tense like a fully drawn bow.

But his mood was really too complicated now, so he didn’t have the leisure to pay attention to Yu Beizhou’s teasing.

“Yu Beizhou, I ask you, what are the activation conditions for the time reversal immortal method?”

Zong Luo’s tone was calm, with only a slight fluctuation at the end.

“Hmm?”

Yu Beizhou lazily leaned his whole body on the other person, like a lazy lion.

He said casually, “How would I know.”

“After Senior brother died in my previous life, I became the emperor, unified the world, and dealt with thousands of things every day. The matter of time reversal is naturally left to my subordinates.”

Zong Luo almost laughed out of anger.

Dealing with thousands of things every day? Who are you kidding?

I don’t know who it is who comes down every day after the morning court, throws away the dragon robe and runs to the ice coffin, if he encounters a minister or something he doesn’t like, the first solution is to chop it off, after years of hard planning, he ends up thinking that being an emperor is boring.

The way of being a monarch that was learned in the Ghost Valley was simply learned in the dog’s belly. (TL: or “everything learned went to the dog’s belly”-A proverb with a strong tone, usually used to curse people. It means to accuse others of doing something wrong and contrary to what you should do.)

Zong Luo really didn’t expect Yu Beizhou to possess that kind of virtue after he ascended the throne.

To say that he deserted his ancestral property, this person stole the foundation of the Zong Family, the word deserted could not be used either. (TL: ancestral property-ancestors’ meritorious achievements)

If one had to say it, the Yu Beizhou in Zong Luo’s impression was always ambitious and flamboyant, not lazy, casual, and seemingly disinterested in everything in the dream.

Yes, it’s world-weariness!

Zong Luo was suddenly shocked.

Since his rebirth, he always felt that something was off about Yu Beizhou.

In his previous life, Yu Beizhou was violent and unrestrained, even when he was mad, he was unabashedly so. But in this life, all those outward emotions have been internalized, becoming more calm and obscure. They haven’t decreased, but have become even more dangerous and terrifying, making one’s hair stand on end.

But no matter what, Zong Luo couldn’t deal with Yu Beizhou as he had before.

At first, it was hostility and disgust, then it turned into impatience, and now he was at a loss with this person. Perhaps it was also because of the last time they met in the dark room, mixed with some indescribable complex emotions.

Zong Luo wanted to ask Yu Beizhou if he really just wanted to kill him after all he had given, but he didn’t expect this person to not admit that he had given anything, as if he would die if he lowered his head in front of his archenemy.

“What are you thinking about, Senior brother?” The voice behind him was a little aggrieved. “Senior brother obviously came here for me, why are you distracted halfway?”

I’m thinking, you were born to be my nemesis.

Zong Luo thought in his heart, and abruptly changed the subject, “As you said last time, I wanted to figure out what happened in my previous life, just come and find you today, so I came.”

Since Yu Beizhou wouldn’t say, Zong Luo didn’t ask more, anyway he already knew, it’s better to leave some face for his archenemy.

“Yes.”

Yu Beizhou said sweetly. “I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time.”

Without any warning, a cold killing intent came from behind.

As if they had practiced thousands of times, the tip of the Qixing Longyuan Sword was against the palm of his hand, rushing towards the other party.

Just as he was about to touch Zong Luo, Yu Beizhou abruptly withdrew his move, taking this sword squarely.

“That’s it, Senior brother. That’s it.”

The flame in the dim room suddenly rose, and the fire fold drew an arc, illuminating everything.

Yu Beizhou’s cheeks were still abnormally flushed, his eyes were so deep that they seemed to bleed, it seemed that there was a flame jumping in those bottomless pupils, just one glance was enough to hook one’s soul.

In the interweaving, Zong Luo caught a glimpse of this scene, and the hand holding the sword became a bit unstable.

This is not a fight at all, but a one-sided beating.

Yu Beizhou didn’t fight back, but every time he would use the most intense killing intent to force Zong Luo to make a move, and then withdraw or narrowly brush past, enjoying the sweet pleasure of the bloodstains left by the other party on his body.

Meanwhile, the clothes on Yu Beizhou’s body were getting prominent and prominent, bulging.

When he occasionally brushed past, one could feel the hard touch.

There was something still fermenting in that narrow dark room, like a few infectious toxins, spreading from one person to another, inspiring, exciting, and pleasurable like the most potent aphrodisiac in the world, gradually becoming synchronized.

This can’t go on like this anymore.

This kind of fighting is meaningless.

Zong Luo gasped for a breath and stopped, he turned to the side as if to conceal himself. “What exactly happened in the previous life?”

Only then did he realize how hoarse his voice was.

Yu Beizhou was half-kneeling on the ground, his long black hair flowing on the cold stone ground, visually striking, like a snake tempting people’s hearts.

Taking advantage of the darkness, his gaze licked over Zong Luo’s body like a venomous snake, finally stopping in a very ambiguous area, suddenly stunned, and then his smile gradually widened, finally laughing out loud.

The next second, Yu Beizhou suddenly rushed forward and pulled the person down to the ground.

The fire fold rolled twice on the ground and finally went out.

The dark room returned to darkness.

Their bodies were tightly pressed together.

In this situation without any gaps, they both knew exactly what changes had occurred in each other’s bodies.

The poor disguise was no longer effective.

The fact was that more than one person had lost control here.

It was precisely because of this that Yu Beizhou’s chest kept rising and falling, and his laughter was joyful and cheerful.

He leaned close to Zong Luo’s cheek, his eyes full of desire, “Since Senior Brother is also feeling it, why not let this Junior brother help you solve your problem and take care of you well?”