Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Today is really a good weather.

The sky outside is clear, with white clouds hovering over it, and the background is a clear and variegated azure blue, so that you can see as far as the eye can see.

Even the mist and miasma over the Ghost Valley avoided such sunlight, allowing it to penetrate into the valley without hindrance.

The melting snow from the top of the snow-capped peaks converges into a stream, passing through the mountains, falling from the gaps in the cliffs, and also brings the cold air from the heights to this quiet and beautiful valley.

The ghost valley hall, which is built in the middle of the cliff, is full of spring, which is completely different from the otherworldly world.

It was a long, suffocating kiss.

Yu Beizhou's kisses have always been so unreasonable. Crazy and enthusiastic enough to swallow Zong Luo into the stomach with a kiss, even if it counts as a life-and-death meeting, after a long absence, there is no warmth to speak of, on the contrary, it is even more frenzied.

However, this time, it was destined to surprise Yu Beizhou.

Because Zong Luo also straightened up, pulled Yin Hong's front placket fiercely and kissed him back.

A very different kiss, teeth clung to teeth.

Yu Beizhou was stunned.

However, after being stunned for a moment, it was his increasingly rich smile and his trembling chest.

"Ha...ha...haha..."

always mutual. Not just one person, another person has long since fallen.

None of them will be left behind like this, one will advance, the other will only advance further.

Along with this reluctant kiss back, it began to fill up with gunpowder.

Neither can kiss, the only experience is practiced on each other.

However, the tip of their tongues were still covered with rust and blood, and they were lingering, as if the love-hate entanglements entangled in them were poured out unreservedly.

Love, hate, reluctance, miss, parting, reunion...

After experiencing the front line of life and death, after heaven and man are separated forever, it will only become more intense.

By the time we parted, Zong Luo was already out of breath, and the tip of his tongue was numb.

He was pushed down on the futon with his head raised, his white hair was untied at some point and spread behind him like satin, and the headband was thrown to the ground indifferently. The calm and indifferent face of the past has also become more colorful.

The culprit bowed his head, his ink vented, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were full of obscurity.

The faint smile on the corners of his lips disappeared for some time, and was replaced by a dangerous sip.

Compared with Zongluo's complexity, Yu Beizhou's gaze was more like a diners watching the long-coveted delicious delicacies, figuring out how to swallow his senior brother whole.

I have to say, at the last moment before death. Yu Beizhou really felt sorry. Crazy possessiveness clamored for him to completely possess the person in front of him all the time, wishing to be killed in the hall.

Fortunately, now there is an opportunity to make up for regrets.

He pinched the chin of the white-robed prince, raised it, kissed deeply, licked it, and with a touch of inner strength, the incomprehensible clothes turned into dust. The excess gold and jade ornaments were thrown away one by one, and they were randomly discarded on the solemn and empty floor, making a crunching sound.

Immediately afterwards, wet kisses fell on Zong Luo's slender neck, wrist, fingertips, and brow bone. In the end, he grabbed the latter's hand and forced him to open up to him, falling on the crisscrossing scars, gnawing and biting, leaving a string of red marks.

I am afraid that these scars have never thought that the culprit who caused them would take such a posture to once again raise the dark fire of the prairie fire.

It's not kissing, it's eating.

Zong Luo was naturally not to be outdone, his jade-like jointed fingers erupted with cold inner strength, pulling the other side's ink hair, which was the opposite of his, and pulling forward without showing any mercy.

Yu Beizhou's body was most often tied to a piece of white jade worth a thousand pieces of gold, which was torn off by him and threw it beside the futon like garbage.

After doing this, he unconsciously tightened his muscles under the opponent's bite, bent his knees stubbornly, and teased the Tai A sword hilt that Yu Beizhou was wearing.

Even in the simplest of flirting, the two still have weapons in their hands.

It is more like a pair of slaughtering enemies than a pair of loving lovers.

“Swish...”

In the corridor, a huge agarwood stands in the corner. The wide white fur cloak swayed down, and it was fluffy, like a falling curtain.

The heartbeats gradually overlapped, and the two hearts belonged to the same person not long ago.

They had bandages wrapped around their chests, and even under the bandages were wounds that had not yet fully healed.

But no one cares, they just want to be entangled with pain and blood.

Crazy, crazy, crazy.

Zong Luo felt that he must be crazy.

This is the Guigu Hall, where Guiguzi lectures on the Tao on weekdays.

The futon behind him is estimated to have existed for twice as long as his three lifetimes combined. It is said that it is a relic left by the ancestors of Guigu before he ascended. Usually, only Guiguzi is qualified to use it.

When he was seven years old for his first apprenticeship, Guiguzi brought him here, used a jade cup to pour a Gu water from the waterfall, and went to the sky and the ground to greet the master to the beginning of apprenticeship.

When the people of Guigu in the past dynasties were most prosperous, the main hall was always crowded with people. Even if there are not many disciples, there will be no shortage of puppets or servants, and the atmosphere is rigorous and solemn.

Guiguzi knew that his deadline was approaching, and he sorted out the entire Guigu according to the ancestral instructions so that he could hand it over to the next Guiguzi.

It turned out that Zong Luo brought the dying Yu Beizhou back and knelt in front of the door.

In the end, the mentoring and apprenticeship battle, seeing that these two disciples are martial arts geniuses with clear skeletons that have been rarely seen in thousands of years, with deep internal strength, even if there is no ghost valley transmission, it will not be much worse, he is reluctant. Take a strong shot and save Yu Beizhou's life.

Before sitting down, Guiguzi also specifically explained that he did not care about the grievances and grievances of his disciples. Since Zongluo rescued Yu Beizhou, he regarded it as giving up the name of Guigu voluntarily. When Yu Beizhou wakes up, he must go to the dark room of the main hall to get the token of Guigu and inherit the mantle.

In the end, Zong Luo was better. Not only did he not say a word to the new Guiguzi, but he also rolled with people in the most solemn place in Guigu, doing such unspeakable things.

"Whoa, whoa-"

The rustling water flew down from the heights and fell into the deep pool, making a sound like falling jade. It was hard to tell whether it was the rumbling sound of the waterfall falling, or the sound of the water in the hall that made people blush.

The face that has always been warm and handsome was dyed with a red that makes people feel swaying.

Zong Luo didn't even have to look to know that he must be covered in sweat now, like a well-ripened shrimp.

Of course, Yu Beizhou was not much better.

Sweat rolled down the bridge of this man's tall nose, dyeing that beautiful face even more magical.

Even if you don't say anything, the body is honest enough.

The attraction that originates from flesh and blood, or even deeper, lingers around the body all the time.

They've longed for each other for far too long.

Love and hate are intertwined, any of which is more profound than either love or hate alone.

It's not the first time, but it's definitely the last.

For the first time, Zong Luo got so close and looked into Yu Beizhou's eyes so seriously.

These eyes are so deep that they can't see the bottom, they are more beautiful than the black jade with the most beautiful color in the Great Wilderness, and they are full of desires and thoughts that are enough to burn him out.

I don't know if the color of the clothes on this person is too rich or just an illusion, but the deepest part of the pupil seems to be a little red of the same color.

The young crow's feather-like eyelashes drew down, casting a dark shadow. Aware of his gaze, he fixedly raised his eyes, looked at Zong Luo, and suddenly brought up a sweet smile.

This smile was so delusional that it was dangerous enough to make one's scalp tingle.

In the next second, the hard and hot Tai A sword came out of its sheath.

The seasoned hunter aimed at his prey, and shot a feather arrow drawn like a full moon.

"hiss--"

Zong Luo couldn't help crying out in pain, his fingertips clutching Yin Hong's clothes turned white, and he cursed in a low voice, almost slapping a fan on Yu Beizhou's face.

This stinky brother! He clearly did it on purpose!

It's hard to imagine that this swear word would appear on Prince Obuchi, who always abides by etiquette.

He raised his foot to kick the latter, but was grabbed by the fingertips and bent to an unbelievable angle.

Obviously, the bleeding and pain are just to add to the fun of Yu Beizhou.

His narrow eyes narrowed.

Could it be that the ten famous swords in the Great Wilderness have gained a false reputation?

Tai'e evil sword came out of its sheath, succeeded in one blow, and mercilessly nailed the prey to the terrifying sword, declaring victory and possession.

Stripping away the hypocritical warmth, this is a plunder derived from mutual attraction.

The long white hair leaked weakly from the back, entangled with the black hair.

(There is no description below the neck, it's all about the atmosphere, please review and review, I wish you a good year, a good person and a safe life)

There is no premonition and preparation, and there is no adaptation period.

The gust of wind engulfed the showers, falling like a rapid drumbeat.

It brought pain and blood that seemed to be split open.

Another kiss.

Unlike the previous two kisses, this one was full of affection. Thick, oppressive, and long, it almost swallows people alive.

Two people rolled from the very top of the hall to the bottom of the steps.

It really hurt Zong Luo, and the latter just punched him and started to fight. So the positions of the two were reversed, and Yu Beizhou fell to the ground naturally, looking up at the white-haired prince with a smile.

The back of the young man in red was full of deep bloodstains that were crisscrossed by his fingernails.

His movements didn't stop at all, and even with this pain, he returned it all to Zong Luo.

From beginning to end, there is not a single redundant word.

In the silent hall, there was only repressed breathing and dry mouth.

They eagerly longed for each other, like two strange beasts in the courtship period on the Great Wilderness, rolling around in this empty hall, spilling traces and sweat everywhere, rejoicing.

Like this, you can grow old.

Both of them knew it.

Even after so much experience, the chasm that traverses between them has never diminished in the slightest.

There is no open and honest conversation, and even his own contributions are proudly concealed.

However, in the end, I couldn't resist crossing life and death and seeing each other again.

Like two Mars attracted to each other, the most brilliant fire erupted.

In the past, Yu Beizhou was crazy alone, but this time, Zong Luo, who walked through most of the Wei Kingdom alone with his body, was also crazy.

In this valley far away from the court, away from the military camp, away from the secular and secluded from the world, they chewed their deep-rooted love and hatred, let go of the things that bound them, and abandoned all concerns.

There is no such thing as the Dayuan Prince, the Dayuan Beining King; there is no Guigu Senior Brother, the civet cat for the prince; there is only two lifetimes of entanglement and anger, unable to ask, hate to part.

Indulgence, greed for pleasure, just for a moment's sinking.

As Yu Beizhou said, the spring night is too short, who cares?