Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Zongluo has an Achilles' heel.

Say anything nice to him, and say it tough to him, there may be two outcomes.

Commonly known as eating soft and not eating hard.

If Yu Beizhou still stabs him in a condescending manner as before, looking like you owe me the most and you have to pay me back, then Zongluo's rebellious mentality will definitely come up. More nonsense will be said.

But Yu Beizhou did not.

This man had a fever so high that his brain burned to the ground, he had no idea what nonsense he was talking about, and he still hugged him tightly, clasped him tightly in his blood-covered arms, buried his head in his shoulders, and burned his body like a stove , actually rubs him softly with his head from time to time, just like, like...

Zongluo really didn't want to say that Yu Beizhou was acting like a spoiled child, but in fact this guy was acting like a spoiled child.

But Zongluo knew that the more Yu Beizhou was like this, the more credible what he said.

After all, when this person is awake, his mouth is like a knife, and he will not give up until he stabs him to the point of bleeding.

"Brother..."

This man's voice had a slightly trembling nasal tone, and it was terribly sexy.

The head buried on his shoulders was fluffy, his long black hair like ink spread out on Zong Luo's chest, and the breath from his mouth and nose scratched his neck, itching.

In an instant, Zong Luo's cold heart softened.

Forget it, putting aside those kindnesses and grievances, it is possible that he could still be angry with a confused patient with a high fever.

He patted Yu Beizhou's back helplessly: "Get up, drink the medicine."

The latter didn't respond, and the arms that held him even tightened, bringing them into his arms.

Zongluo: "..."

Zongluo: "I'll leave if you don't drink."

The young man in red, who was stupefied by the burning, suddenly raised his head.

"Yu Beizhou?" Zong Luo was taken aback by him.

As if responding, under the flickering firelight, Yu Beizhou slowly opened his eyes.

Different from the usual pair of arrogant eyes that can be seen at a glance, these beautiful phoenix eyes are now wet, and the inside is full of daze, like a big dog soaked in the rain.

The most important thing is that the aggressiveness in his eyes is gone, he just stares at the face of the prince in white, as if he can't see enough.

Sure enough, although his head was burned and confused, he still had the most basic thinking ability. Otherwise, I wouldn't have subconsciously hugged him as soon as I heard him say he was going to leave.

"Since you can hear it, then hurry up and open your mouth." Zong Luo said fiercely.

The latter opened his mouth just like that, letting Zong Luo hold the bottle and pour medicine into his mouth. Then he took a full mouthful and looked at the person in front of him in confusion.

Zong Luo didn't know what was wrong with him, but when he saw the medicine dripping down from the thin lips, he reached out and touched his mouth. After dipping his finger, he realized that the medicine he had just poured was still in his mouth. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Swallow it."

The young man in red blinked his eyes twice and did as he did.

The Adam's apple rolled twice, and he came over as if asking for credit.

Such Yu Beizhou really made Zong Luo not know what to say.

He had never seen the protagonist of the original book, the hero of the sky, who was so miserable and fragile, that he had to teach him how to drink a medicine. Still too good-natured, pointing to the south and never to the north.

One to feed, one to swallow, and in a short time, the medicine in the jade bottle was consumed.

After drinking the medicine, you have to wait for vomiting and detoxification.

The strange thing is that after drinking the medicine, the other party's body temperature did not mean to drop in the slightest, it was still so hot.

Just when Zong Luo was about to break free from this suffocating embrace, the other party suddenly turned his head.

The beautifully shaped thin lips were attached to the knuckles of the fingers, carefully, from the inside to the outside, like tasting a delicacy, licked the slender knuckles up and down, and even carefully avoided the sharp Little tiger teeth.

At the end, the scarlet tip of the tongue was withdrawn, rolled it clean and smashed the mouth, and said seriously: "Eat clean."

Zongluo: "..." Who can resist this!

Facing the face that seemed like a gift from the Creator, Zong Luo only felt that a certain position in himself was starting to be out of control again.

Help! Are you really infected with metamorphosis!

Zong Luo was unable to say anything more about his naturally occurring physiological phenomenon, he just curled up his body subconsciously, trying to cover up this embarrassing change.

"Do you feel like vomiting?" he asked while changing the subject.

After a long while, Yu Beizhou slowly shook his head, his face still flushed.

His expression was a little aggrieved, and after a long time he said, "Senior brother...I...I'm so uncomfortable."

Zongluo was about to ask him what was wrong when he felt something hard come over.

Just now, Yu Beizhou let go of his hand when he was drinking the medicine, and they were not so close. In addition, in order to cover up, Zong Luo deliberately separated a little distance.

What I didn't expect was that in such a short period of time, the two of them fell into the same situation as they were in this dark room last time.

"Here. It's so uncomfortable."

Crow-feather-like eyelashes fluttered down like small fans, blinking and flashing, and the end of his eyes was red.

Zong Luo only felt that his whole body became more rigid, his eyes began to dodge, and he couldn't help but return to the beautiful face in front of him, after a while, he felt a little heartbroken, only embarrassed: "You now Don't you want to vomit yet?"

As if feeling the slightly colder temperature on the prince in white, the young man in red couldn't help but leaned forward, hugged him tightly, and couldn't help rubbing it, as if this would ease his discomfort, and said in a hoarse voice : "...Only that place wants to vomit."

Zongluo just wanted to slap himself now.

When he was in the Great Wu Temple just now, he didn't listen to Tai Wu's words because he was in a hurry. Now it seems that he has no idea whether Yu Beizhou's "wanting to vomit" is the detoxification that is too witchy, or whether it is a physiological craving aroused like the previous illness.

According to witchcraft, as long as it is excreted, it should be counted as part of detoxification.

After saying that he was uncomfortable, Yu Beizhou remained silent.

However, Zong Luo could still see something was wrong from his rising temperature and trembling eyelashes.

"Tick...crack..."

The dark room was silent, except for the tickling of blood and the crackling of the fire.

Tomorrow, he will either die or leave the imperial city.

At the moment when the fire was extinguished, Zongluo closed his eyes and slowly raised his hand hanging on the side.

He thought he must be crazy.

Otherwise, how could this hand stick to the hot chest, go down, go down, and stick to Tai Ajian?

Tai A is one of the top ten famous swords in the world. It is a fiery red evil sword. And now, the sword was hard, hot, and bulging.

The moment he finally held it, he even flicked it in the slender hands of the prince in white.

Zong Luo was startled, and subconsciously wanted to let go, but the young man leaning on his shoulder was breathing more and more heavily. There was a hint of desire, and it seemed like he was coquettish with him.

He suddenly calmed down.

After sending the Buddha to the west, Zongluo had already fed the medicine to Yu Beizhou, not to mention that they were still the eternal enemies, and there were so many grievances in the middle.

Helping to feed the medicine is already considered to be benevolent and righteous. If he wants to leave, he can leave at any time.

However, Gee, perhaps thinking that from now on, he and Yu Beizhou will never meet again.

The words "the last side" originally carried a kind of madness that made people die and linger.

These four words make people trance, make people sink, and make people lose their senses.

Asking people to give those vague throbbing that I didn't understand before the truth was revealed, a last chance to indulge.

Zongluo has never done such a thing for others, and now he is even more nervous than leading troops to fight for the first time, with fine sweat oozing from his forehead and temples.

His movements were so slow that the burned-out man suddenly regained his instincts.

In the next second, the white-robed prince's wrist was grasped, and the whole person turned around without any precaution, and the postures of the two suddenly reversed.

"——!!!"

He didn't even have time to exclaim.

Previously, Zongluo was heading towards Yu Beizhou, but now it has become Yu Beizhou to hold people on his body.

"Brother..."

The furry head was buried on the shoulders of the prince in white. In the next second, Tai Ajian squeezed in along the tight and straight legs, as if he had been taught without a teacher.

Zong Luo's pupils shrank for a moment, but he still held back, and even... bent his knees closer, and clamped the sword.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind and rain fell in the darkness.

The force that almost smashed the hip/bone tossed people up again and again, fiercely and violently, as fast as a drum, and without any rules. But he was held in front of him again, and the big hands clasped on his shoulders were tightly locked, unable to move.

The furry head was placed beside the slender jade-like neck, licking and biting, leaving brightly colored kiss marks, and then gluttonously swept away the blood oozing from above.

Love and hate are no longer important, the important thing is the moment / greed. Huan.

I don't know how long it took, Zong Luo even felt that he was going to be smashed, fall apart, and break.

The fabric rubbed and heated until it caught fire, and the sharp sword finally rubbed along the spine, engraving the spine one by one, and finally touched the tailbone, perhaps even less.

A faint sound of water sounded in the dark room where nothing could be seen.

The fabric was instantly wet. The red-clothed youth let out a contented sigh from the depths of his throat.

Hot, extremely hot.

Almost at the same time, Zong Luo finally couldn't restrain himself, bit his lower lip, and his pupils lost his mind.

Despite the thick layers of cloth, they didn't meet each other frankly, but they still got everywhere as if there were no obstacles.

The palm of the hand that was weakly hanging down beside him was full of sweat, and was groped and clasped by another hand that was searching everywhere, clasping his fingers together.

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, no one has to be responsible for anyone, even if you have thoughts/chaos/feelings/fascinations.

Waiting for this long detoxification to end, the prince in white shook his body, shook off his hands, and slowly got up.

He stumbled towards the door of the dark room with a stickiness that could not be washed away.

The overused legs were a little unsteady. Zongluo didn't have to guess to know that the inner side must be red, the fabric was sore when rubbed, and he could even feel the traces of running when he walked.

The long placket of the Obuchi man is very unique, with openings on both sides. On weekdays, when you walk around with the wind, it will be lifted towards both sides, and there is a taste of elegant gentleman.

It may be this unique design that makes a piece leak out from the side, and the trousers and leggings are below. Because of this, let's not talk about the things in front of me, the ones behind are all caught in the gully, and the sticky mess makes Zong Luo, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, feel extremely uncomfortable.

After escaping from the dark room, he paused for a moment in the study.

As a human being for three generations, Zongluo rarely loses control.

The only few times he lost control, all happened to Yu Beizhou.

However, whether it's hatred, those unexplained throbbing, or something else... This evil relationship that has been entangled for two lifetimes is finally coming to an end.

Just after tonight, cutting the mess with a quick knife, it should be over.

'Goodbye, Yu Beizhou. ’

Zong Luo said silently in his heart, closing his eyes deeply, as if saying his last goodbye.

"Da da da."

However, just as he was about to leave, a hot hand suddenly stretched out from the dark and bottomless dark room, firmly grasping his ankle.

The prince in white suddenly bowed his head.

Because he was too shocked, he didn't even have time to take a step forward.

The clear moonlight came in from the windowsill and reflected coldly on the stone steps of the dark room.

Every step there was stained red with blood.

The red clothes on the young man's body were already indistinguishable from the original colors and from the blood flowing out. There were two deep blood holes engraved on the originally delicate and beautiful collarbone, and one of them even had a broken iron hook that had not been removed in time because of the strong breaking free.

A chain as thick as a wrist fell to the ground, and with the movement, it dragged and squeaked on the steps.

In the silent night sky, the sound was eerie and deafening.

"Tick, tick."

Blood dripped down the long black hair, meandering.

The man covered in blood slowly raised his head, his face was as beautiful as Shura crawling out of a sea of ​​blood, but his face was dazed and confused as if a treasure had been swept away.

He folded his fingers, even though he was unconscious and covered with scars, he still murmured in his mouth.

Like a puppet who can't feel pain, he abruptly broke free from the Hanshan Meteorite that bound him, and relied on his instinct to repeat a sentence.

"Don't go...Senior brother, don't go."