Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

It was not so much a kiss as it was a savage plunder.

The white-robed prince's back was leaning against the cold table, and his body was forced to bend backwards. The man in front of him grabbed his wrists, pressed his shoulders, and demanded arbitrarily.

Like punishment, the beast bit its prey and grabbed the air from the opponent's mouth. The hot tip of the tongue is like a branding iron, and like a poisonous snake with extremely high temperature, sweeping over the edge of the upper jaw, probing the deepest part of the throat, frantically attacking the city and attacking the land, without concealing his dangerous aggression.

Zong Luo, who had been stunned just now, finally reacted to this kind of request that was almost biting, and he bit down fiercely with anger in his heart.

However, Yu Beizhou didn't even frown. Instead, he leaned over more and more, with a strong and unpleasant smile, trapping people in this square inch and sticking closely to him.

The ink-splashed long hair fell from the oblique side, and the icy end of the hair was hooked on the dark lines of the clothes, sliding down the delicate collarbone, and entangled as if it was wrapped around the neck of white jade.

The red clothes are intertwined with the white ones, and the bright colors are matched with the quiet colors, which is very beautiful.

A strong smell of blood spread from the mouths of the two of them.

Blood warmer than ordinary people gushed out from the wound, wrapping Zong Luo, whose body temperature was always cold, with an inexplicable hotness.

Perhaps it was because of the taste of blood that the handsome young man went mad at this moment. Beautiful to transcend gender, and her androgynous face is also covered with an extremely obscure look, dyed with a magical nature that makes people fascinated.

The end of his long and narrow phoenix eyes was pierced with a strong red, and his long eyelashes like crow feathers swept the shadows, which was more captivating than any kind of ghost in the world.

A big hand with well-defined knuckles protruded from the cuffs of the dark red, bypassed the hand supported on the side of the table, and instead slid to the back of the head along the graceful shoulder and neck of the white-robed prince.

The hair band that had just been tied in the other person's hand immediately unraveled. The neatly combed, extremely smooth long silver-white hair was disturbed maliciously, as if a pool of still water was disturbed, and it was laid out on the large table, beautifully like a gorgeous woven moonlight blanket.

As for the hairband, it was completely turned into powder under the outbreak of the internal force of the fingertips, and the rustling was scattered.

It can be said that it is Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone knows it.

Zongluo bent his knees and raised his feet, kicking directly in the middle of Yu Beizhou's chest.

This foot is completely unreserved, with Morihan's inner strength attached to it, and it is in the center of the red heart.

"Crack."

Those who were pinned to the table even heard the sound of broken ribs.

In an instant, a thicker smell of blood gushed out from the depths of Yu Beizhou's throat.

However, he still did not back away a little, but slowly and firmly, with an extremely cruel attitude, continued to explore in Zong Luo's mouth, even more and more forcefully.

Teeth and teeth knocked together, and the sharp tiger teeth pressed into the soft mouth.

Scarlet blood slid from the corners of their lips, dyed red and pale lips, dripping dripping on the white lapel, unfolding a flirtatious flower.

In the dark pupils that looked at him, there seemed to be something obscure flashing through, and a raging fire was burning in the depths, venting the love and hatred that had run through two lifetimes, which was painful and joyful.

hate it?

Undoubtedly, Yu Beizhou hated it.

From the pain of exchanging identities, the dark room, the pain to the endless torture, I end up with such a sickness every month. Seeing that he has won thousands of favors, ascended the high building and entered the Yuchun Palace, and entered and exited the Golden Palace, he was gentle and polite to everyone, stable and generous, and he was alone and indifferent to himself.

Yu Beizhou hated it so much that he couldn't sleep well day and night.

He wished to drink his blood and eat his flesh, smash his bones, tie a chain, put it in a place where only he could see it, and rejoice day and night.

mine.

its mine.

Obviously just look at me.

The hatred that had accumulated for two lifetimes erupted, and eventually evolved into a crazy possessiveness.

How could there be such a kiss. How in the world can someone kiss like that?

Not even kissing at all, but nibbling and sucking. Unreservedly poured out those deep-seated hatreds, silent fears, and anxious desires.

Cruel predators demanded.

For a moment, Zong Luo thought he was going to be embedded in the suffocating hard chest in front of him.

Madman, this madman!

Zongluo's chest was heaving from his kiss, and he was almost melted by this violent kiss.

His face had faded from the coldness of Qianshan Muxue before, and his indifferent indifference was aroused by the blood and temperature, and he didn't know whether it was angry or hot.

No matter how he resisted the kick, the opponent accepted it like a calm sea.

The undercurrent hidden in the depths of the sea is more violent and chaotic than any hurricane in the world.

Zong Luo even had a hunch.

If it wasn't a kiss, licking and nibbling would have landed anywhere.

Any corner that he tried to cover up, any trembling of emotion/movement, the taut body under the layers of clothing, the shame to the place that no one cares about. will be wildly marked and branded.

He should be angry, he should be furious. And because he couldn't break free, he was irresistibly lost in the madness of this lingering death, his soul was agitated, and there was a resonance.

There is a little more inexplicable meaning in the air.

The pain stimulated Yu Beizhou, he stared at the unnatural blush on the face of the person in front of him, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and something more obscure appeared in his dark eyes.

Maybe it's a rainstorm, a tsunami that can destroy the world, or the most primitive desire/desire.

Countless cold weapons are displayed in the large tent.

However, one of them seemed to have just been taken out of an iron furnace and cast into a red-hot iron. Taking advantage of its body shape and posture, it effortlessly squeezed away and stopped before the lifeline. Even though it was wrapped in a thick scabbard, it effortlessly showed his extreme sense of oppression with a temperature that was enough to burn his soul.

The cold wind blew in from the tent window, and the long black and white hair fluttered wildly.

The white-clothed prince had no support and could only be forced to slide downwards against the sword.

In a trance, Zong Luo even remembered the scene he saw during the witch sacrifice ceremony.

Those huge ferocious beasts were nailed to the square of the imperial city, their eyes flashed with dying light, and blood was flowing from their wounds. Unsurprisingly, they will all be stabbed unprepared by sharp objects, like a delicacy on a predator's table.

In the frenzy, Zong Luo grabbed the hilt of Zhan Lu's sword.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the tent: "Jin Yu, are you inside?"

As light as broken jade, it was Pei Qianxue's voice.

Not only Zongluo, but Yu Beizhou also heard this voice.

The red-clothed youth's aggressive smile suddenly cooled down.

It's a pity that this kiss lasted too long, so long that Zong Luo had successfully pulled out Zhan Lu with his backhand to the point where it reached his neck.

The sharp sword edge moved closer to the pale skin, and the latter was slashed with blood by Sen Leng's sword energy, smearing the cold and stern sword with bright colors.

Even at such a critical moment of life and death, Yu Beizhou still paused for a while, then slowly backed away, took a punitive bite before leaving, and successfully smeared his own blood on the torn/torn lips. , which is satisfied and joyful to appreciate the results of their own.

Zong Luo was so angry that he broke free from the hand that was holding his wrist and grabbed the latter's shirt.

Just when Yu Beizhou was about to receive the next slap, the voice outside the tent became more puzzled: "What's the matter, Jin Yu?"

"......fine."

The prince in white was panting to calm down his breathing.

He is now covered in blood all over his front, his clothes are messy, and his hair is in a mess.

Not to mention falling in the eyes of outsiders, as if he had experienced the demeanor of love just now.

After making sure that Zongluo didn't dare to make a sound, Yu Beizhou played with his long hair boredly. Or, bit by bit, she licked her neck, which was as cold as white jade, and whispered in her ear.

His voice was hoarse and low, with a strong desire in it: "Why don't you let him in and see what you look like, brother."

Zong Luo couldn't bear it any longer, he pushed the wooden water cup on the table to the ground, and at the same time stretched out his hand and slapped the face of the man in front of him fiercely.

"Snapped--"

The sound of the water cup being poured and the crisp slap sounded in the tent together.

Pei Qianxue was startled, "What's wrong?"

"The glass is down."

There was a slightly panting voice from the tent, and I couldn't tell the difference if I was not careful: "I was changing clothes, and I just accidentally swept it. Can Axue bring me another cup?"

"it is good."

Zong Luo said so, and it was naturally impossible for Pei Qianxue not to go.

He glanced at the tent thoughtfully, then slowly turned and left.

Hearing the voice of Pei Qianxue leaving, Zong Luo in the tent involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised Zhan Lu in his hand, stared coldly at the young man in red in front of him, and suppressed his anger: "Yu Beizhou, what do you think of me?"

Without saying a word, he touched into the tent, kissed without reason, and even had a tendency to go further, like a primitive beast that only knew how to plunder.

Zongluo has not been so angry for a long time: "Am I the puppet that you come and go when you call, love when you want, and hate when you want?"

The anger accumulated to the highest point, and finally turned into unparalleled disappointment.

"You don't know love at all."

Yes, this person doesn't know what love is at all.

Love is humble to the dust, and love is given devoutly.

To fall in love with a person is to become a prisoner, surrender and admit defeat... It is always equal, no matter how proud and wanton you are, you should lower your stature. It is impossible to ask for it from such a high place.

"Get out of here, I don't want to see you again."

Zongluo put his sword back into its sheath, threw the tiger talisman on the table, and never looked at him again.

There has never been such a moment, Zongluo has so clearly realized that he can no longer be soft-hearted towards Yu Beizhou.

He does have affection for Yu Beizhou, which is true.

But Yu Beizhou is always just a reckless child who only knows how to wield his own weapons flamboyantly, even if it is love, it is in the way of hurting others.

Zong Luo was already bruised all over his body. Without that mood, let alone that interest, teach Yu Beizhou how to love.

"Brother..."

After a long time, the suppressed voice came.

The young man in red stood on the spot, pursed his lips and said, "You still hate me."

His arrogance and arrogance in the past also faded a little, and fell into Zong Luo's ears, and even showed a little more imperceptible weakness.

How funny, Yu Beizhou, who once chased him and forced him to hate himself, would one day, in the face of his hatred, say such a sentence?

If it was earlier, the wooden sign could not be exchanged, and everything ended in that underground dark room, maybe they would be able to release their suspicions, there are more possibilities.

But now, things are a foregone conclusion, Yu Beizhou cannot retreat, and Zongluo has no way to retreat.

Before coming, he just wanted to help Yu Beizhou get through this death catastrophe, exchange his life for a life of rebirth, and completely cut off his love.

After coming here, Yu Beizhou's mind was accidentally pierced, and Zong Luo only thought it was absurd.

The exchanged wooden sign, in the eyes of one party, may be letting go and sacrifice.

However, in Zong Luo's eyes, it was deception, concealment, and teasing.

Before going back and forth to the poor gate, the whipping and pain received along the way became a joke.

What he tried so hard to pursue, but couldn't get it, was nothing but the alms of this proud son of heaven.

What's the reason for the charity... Ha, it's love.

Who would cherish this kind of love that stabs others to the blood?

Zong Luo knew that he was on the cusp of a bull's horn, but even a sage of heaven, he couldn't completely abandon his emotions and just think rationally.

Since he can die proudly with his back straight under the imperial city, he can also proudly smash this love in the tent.

"You're right, I hate you, let alone forgive you."

The end of Zong Luo's throat had a familiar smell of rust. He turned his back and said coldly, "Unless you die."