Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

It was quiet in the Great Witch Temple, and all the witches were in the main hall preparing for the Witch Sacrifice Ceremony five days later. This remote place is still some distance away from the main hall. In the distance, you can only hear the beating of bells and the chanting of Sanskrit, which is pleasant and ethereal in the noise.

Zong Luo is in trouble now. He doesn't know if he should follow Pei Qianxue's advice and wait for the witch sacrifice ceremony to be honest.

In all fairness, he naturally prefers the latter, and solves it neatly and directly, at least without taste torture.

However, a single thought can lead to completely different results.

If possible... Zongluo naturally wants to have some wiggle room.

But how is that possible? They all wrote down the edict of giving death by hand, indicating that Emperor Yuan was really angry, but it was just an extravagant hope.

But such a despicable person's desire to maximize profits is too sinful. The torment was like putting Zong Luo's whole body on skewers and rolling them over the fire, rolling one forward and one backward, frying with oil and fire.

As a result, he hadn't come up with three seven twenty one, and the culprit came to him again.

Zong Luo now feels that what he said in his heart in the snow field more than a month ago was fart. For him, he could never see Yu Beizhou again, but it would be very annoying if Yu Beizhou came to him again and again.

Just like now.

Zong Luo did a good job of psychological construction, prepared to confess everything, and return the things that did not belong to him to Yu Beizhou.

In the end, Yu Beizhou was better, and ran over to say such a pointless remark.

"do not go?"

Zong Luo laughed angrily: "Yu Beizhou, is there something wrong with you?"

Maybe the dust has finally settled this month, and I don't want to worry about others around me. He forcibly suppressed the aimless and confused emotions. Even in the face of Yu Beizhou, there was no more superficial grief than before, and his thoughts were all hopeless and empty.

He hid those things so deeply that they could only be seen when they looked at each other.

A lot of times, Zong Luo couldn't figure out what the madman Yu Beizhou was thinking.

You say he doesn't care about everything that originally belonged to him, he must care. If he didn't care, he wouldn't hold a grudge against Zong Luo who stole his identity, and hated him deeply.

In the quiet and narrow alley of the Wu Temple, they looked at each other with swords drawn, leaving the pain to each other.

"Isn't this the ending you've always wanted to see? You've prepared surprises for two lifetimes, can't you guess what choice I'll make?"

yeah why?

Yu Beizhou stared deeply at these dull and tired eyes filled with struggle and pain.

He was happy because of the pain that was exactly the same as him, but his internal organs were also twisted, and the pain was extreme.

This was obviously the ending he wanted to see, the picture he had been looking forward to. It is even a dream to tear down the immortal who has compassion for all living beings, and dye him with the same dark and painful sludge as himself.

But why...it hurts so much.

It doesn't matter though.

What Yu Beizhou is best at is talking to people and talking to ghosts.

Whether it is disguised emotions or duplicity, they have always been among the best.

He habitually raised a cynical smile: "I... Of course I'm here to help Senior Brother."

Two people stood in the center of the two witch buildings, the shadows of the eaves with strange shapes fell diagonally, and fell on the face of the young man in red and white fur. Incisively and vividly.

They were so close that the tip of their noses almost came together, the fiery breath intertwined with the cold breath, clearly traversing the deep blood feud, full of murderous intent, but ambiguous to the point of rubbing each other's ears.

"Senior brother must not know how Emperor Yuan died in his last life."

Zongluo wanted to turn his head and leave, but this sentence brought him up and asked him to hold the brand new tightly, and he looked back suddenly.

They were standing close to each other, and with such a movement, the ends of pure white hair swept across Yu Beizhou's cheeks, just a few left on his lips, like a cool kiss.

Seeing Zongluo looking back, Yu Beizhou's smile deepened, but it never reached his eyes.

He gently picked up a wisp of frost, and rubbed his fingertips: "Only Junior Brother knows about this matter."

indeed so.

Maybe Pei Qianxue could guess some clues from the dream, or maybe Ye Linghan, who stole the imperial decree in his last life after a dream, could get a glimpse of it.

It's just that after he ascended the throne, it was Yu Beizhou who chopped down the old ministers, and it was Yu Beizhou who lived to the end. He was the only one who really knew the truth.

"If Senior Brother stands closer to me, I will tell you."

Hearing what Yu Beizhou said, Zong Luo didn't want to hear it, and turned around indifferently.

"Senior brother really can't be joking."

The handsome young man licked his lips, the tip of his scarlet tongue seemed to be contaminated with the poison in the world, and his chuckle was like a lingering cold ghost.

He opened his mouth in a good mood, as if muttering to himself: "The imperial edict was indeed written by Emperor Yuan himself, but it was not given by him. When my brother received the imperial edict, Emperor Yuan was still in a coma in his bedroom, and the emperor was in a coma. The city is in chaos."

Zong Luo's expression remained unchanged.

He had known for a long time that his death was the result of several princes. Of course, it was the old general who represented the fifth, not Zong Yuanwu. Not surprised at the moment.

"It took about a day after the senior brother killed himself in the imperial city before Emperor Yuan woke up."

Yu Beizhou recalled that scene.

At that time, he had just settled Zong Luo's body, ordered someone to sew up the wounds he had cut himself, and used the most expensive witch medicine for embalming treatment. When he turned around, he heard the news of the awakening of Emperor Yuan in the palace.

When Emperor Yuan was alive, none of the princes and ministers who had ulterior motives dared to move, and after fainting, they only dared to make small moves that violated the yang and yin. For fear that the saint will blame him when he wakes up.

If Emperor Yuan has been in a coma for a long time, they may have the courage to go to the step of forcing the palace. However, when Emperor Yuan woke up, no one dared to act rashly, and they all looked like quails.

However, as soon as Emperor Yuan woke up, he heard the secret guard telling several princes to unite to spread a false imperial edict and force the third prince to death under the imperial city. The latter was neat and tidy, not saying a word that he committed suicide. The always dignified and ruthless emperor was silent for a few seconds on the dragon bed, vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell into a coma again.

That night, basins of water came in and out of the bedroom. The Imperial Guards were standing by, and the entire palace was guarded and surrounded, and the entire imperial city entered a state of martial law.

All the imperial doctors in the Taiyuan Hospital were surrounded by Longta. When I was in a sudden illness, the old doctor took the pulse and said that there was a chance of life. After the second shortness of breath attacking the heart and coma, I checked the pulse again, and I couldn't help but tear up, silently.

Death is the fairest thing.

Even this tyrant with great talent and great talent, in the face of death, is the same as mortals, and there is no difference.

"It's strange to say that Emperor Yuan's body and bones have always been tough. Although this disease has come quickly and fiercely, it is not impossible to survive."

Yu Beizhou said in a tone of indifference and disengagement: "It's a pity that you were so angry with your brother, and the next day, when you returned to the light and returned to the light, the imperial decree for the death of the fourth and the sixth is only half written, and then he will die forever."

The prince in white couldn't listen anymore, he grabbed Yu Beizhou's front and pushed him hard against the wall.

Its strength is so great that it is even more violent than the previous scuffles in the snowfield, full of anger, making people's backs hurt.

Zong Luo's chest rose and fell, obviously angry, and he said word by word: "Yu Beizhou, that's your father!"

This kind of attitude of hanging up high has nothing to do with him, and it really annoyed him.

"Hahahahahahaha, my father?"

Yu Beizhou spit out a series of short breathy voices, laughing out of breath: "What nonsense is Senior Brother talking about."

"Could it be that you really think that if you give me back the identity of the prince, all these can become mine, right? You know, Emperor Yuan planned to call you back in his previous life, who knows if he wants to recognize you regardless of his bloodline? , what a great fatherly love!"

This time, Zong Luo was silent.

Identity can be changed, but human feelings can never be.

Emperor Yuan had so many princes, even if he gave each prince the right to choose, he did not devote so much effort and love to every prince.

What Yu Beizhou said was absolutely correct.

Even if Zong Luo returned it to him, it wouldn't give him the emotions he had stolen because of his identity replacement.

Emperor Yuan's love is the emperor's expectation for the heir. There may be fatherly love, but it will only be given to heirs from beginning to end.

This emphasis is based on the premise of the heir, and will not give Yu family civet cats for the prince's civet cats, nor will it give him this lonely ghost who wears books and occupies a magpie's nest.

Zong Luo's heart completely calmed down and dipped into the ice water: "You came to me and told me not to go, just want to say this?"

These words, for him now, have no effect other than aggravating the pain.

The accumulated pain is too much, and the person will be numb, like a skin that cannot feel the reaction.

"I said, I'm here to help Senior Brother."

Facing the sight of the white-robed prince, Yu Beizhou said calmly: "In the last life, Emperor Yuan was able to send his senior brother to the frontier on the premise that the senior brother did not know anything about it. If the senior brother rushed to confess like this, Emperor Yuan would only feel that he Been fooled for decades. Apart from an imperial decree to give death, my brother got nothing."

This is also in line with Pei Qianxue's warning.

Zongluo had no evidence to show Emperor Yuan why he knew about it. It was accidentally known, or... Knowing from the beginning, and even conspiring with the Yu family.

"What's more, in order to avoid the fate of the previous life, senior brother escaped once in the middle of his life. When he came back, he pretended to have amnesia and blindness..." Yu Beizhou was quite meaningful, and his tone was playful: "Guess, I have always been suspicious. Emperor Yuan, after knowing that you are not of his blood, will you associate this matter together?"

Zong Luo did not dare to gamble. Because he knew that what Yu Beizhou said was the truth.

The former may be fine, while the latter may have loopholes even though he has arranged it for a long time.

If something is really found, it may not be as simple as a safe and steady death.

Yu Beizhou really came to help him.

Zong Luo's hand grasping the front of his shirt also slowly lost strength, and took it to his side again.

"Why..." he struggled.

"oops."

Yu Beizhou's tone was deliberately sweet and hypocritical: "Senior brother, don't get me wrong. It's just that the junior brother finally resurrected the senior brother. If the senior brother wiped his neck so neatly again, the senior brother worked so hard before, but didn't he just do it in vain?"

"Instead of being desperate, it is better to consider the previous advice from Junior Brother."

It takes everything to look back in time.

He already had nothing, and he couldn't go back a second time.

"Yu Beizhou, I've said it long ago, I'm not the third prince before the age of seven—"

Yu Beizhou sneered and interrupted him casually: "If senior brother just wanted to say this, then I would have known."

He is not a fool. The third prince had changed so much before and after the age of seven, how could he not see it.

What's more, there are no souls that cannot be captured by the twenty-four-star soul-locking formation.

Unless he came from the sky and was a reincarnated immortal.

Only an immortal can break free from the puppet-like puppet line when millions of people all over the world are trying to please him, and grant him supreme pain and fiery hatred.

"So what?"

Yu Beizhou knew for a long time that what he tried so hard to keep was a real exiled immortal.

Even... all his sufferings came from this man.