Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Originally, Zongluo planned to stay in the Ghost Valley for about half a month.

Originally, the time of the Great Patriotic War was short, and he had to set aside enough time for a month to deal with the possible sudden illness of Emperor Yuan at the end of the year. Regardless of whether Yu Beizhou can survive or not, Zongluo has already suffered serious injuries when he activates the formation, and it will take some time for him to see people.

Half a month is obviously not enough for such a serious disease that hurts the heart. What's more, Zong Luo is directly connected to the battlefield after recovering from the injury, and if he accidentally breaks the wound, he will end up in a coma before the battle.

As for the battlefield, Zhao Yebai went back, and in the end he still reassured the Da Yuan army.

Wei Guo has already sacrificed the divine machine crossbow, and then it has shown a downward trend and is losing ground. Half a month is just a gap on the battlefield. After both sides are cautious and have achieved a decisive high ground, this time cannot control the situation of the battle.

So after receiving the letter, Zong Luo planned to recuperate in this isolated valley with peace of mind.

The facilities in Ghost Valley are very complete. The pharmacy is built deep in the valley, connected to the snow on the mountain, forming a natural ice cellar. Medicines from many years ago can be stored here for a long time. Even the healing medicine has a special healing medicine and a cold jade bed. Zong Luo was often thrown on it to sleep after being injured when he was a child.

When Zongluo was sitting on the futon, Guiguzi had passed away.

The ghost valleys of all dynasties will pass away under the stele on the top of the snow mountain at the top of the hall. The winding stone steps can only go halfway, and the rest of the way has to use the ghost valley's unique light work ladder to go up.

In the past, this was used to train the disciples' Qinggong.

All Guigu direct disciples have to walk on the snowy mountains.

Although inheriting the name of Guiguzi, there are many people who give up their own names. Their master is also a unique eccentric among Guiguzi. Even if he wants to pass away, he doesn't want his disciple to accompany him through the final journey.

Guiguzi went up with only a lotus lantern.

On the second day, the lotus lantern drifted down from the mountain stream and fell into the deep blue ice pool below. Zong Luo got up, closed his eyes, and rang the big bell in the center of the main hall.

The twelfth generation of Guiguzi, died.

"Clang-clang-clang-"

The quaint bells echoed in the deserted valley for a long time.

Mountain birds chirping sparrows, wild beasts and young rabbits, and butterflies and small fish all scattered.

Zongluo had a good idea.

If Yu Beizhou died, he would go to the White Bone Monument on the top of the Snow Mountain to kowtow to confess his guilt after his injuries were healed, and take away the relics and inheritance of Guiguzi and hand them over to the next person to inherit.

If Yu Beizhou hadn't died, he would have sorted out the grievances and grievances with him over the years, thoroughly calculated the general account, saved his life and returned his life, and no one owes anyone anything.

However, everything is unexpected.

The indulgence in the main hall is an incredible start.

Zongluo doesn't remember how it ended in the end.

He only remembered that he was pressed into the cold furry white fur cloak, the world was spinning, the ends of his eyes were ground to become red and soft, and every inch of his fingertips felt like being run over, like being nailed in chains in the depths of a water prison. prisoners awaiting execution.

Any corner that he tried so hard to cover or conceal, even his master never touched, was marked with wet bite marks.

Pain, pain, pain.

Every advance is torture because of the lack of the necessary prerequisite steps. This long and extreme torture is not just for one person, but for both.

Yu Beizhou is also not much better.

The bloodstains left by the nails on his back are all the great achievements left by Zongluo, the place where the teeth marks are blue and purple, and there are terrifying bloodshots, and the black hair sticks to the side of his face. I am afraid it is the most injured time in these years except for the God Machine Crossbow.

The cramped chill in the hall was abruptly stirred by the body temperature, and it was unbearably hot.

The red-hot epee Tai A turned into the most cruel torture tool in the world, almost driving people to madness.

Qixing Longyuan's scabbard was straight and tight. Tai A is an epee, and Qixing Longyuan is a standard light sword. But now, facing this sword, this beautiful and graceful gentleman's sword is an inch wide, and the evil sword Tai Ah, who is famous and fierce in the great wilderness, has been forcefully expanded to fit the proportions, bloody, stable Steadily put the sword into the sheath.

No one spoke from the beginning to the end, and the repressed breath covered up the rivalry.

They started from the wooden stairs at the top of the hall and rolled down one section at a time.

Where the cliffs outside the main hall were split, the waterfall was wrapped in snow and cold, and it came into contact with the atmosphere in the hall, which turned into diffuse fog, obscuring people's vision.

At the bottom of the valley, the deep pool where the snow and water gather is unfathomable. Every time the spray falling from the top of the waterfall can smash the water in front to the bottom of the deeper pool, splashing pearl and jade ripples, causing the sound of water, echoing in the empty ghost valley. all around.

(Here has been marked with yellow on the previous reviewer, and the records can be checked. The places marked by each review are different. It is a serious description of the scene. There is absolutely nothing below the neck. It is all about creating a sense of atmosphere. Reviewing the Great Mingjian, I wish you New Year's greetings, good people have a safe life)

Cruel eaters can't be slow when it comes to tasting delicious food, they'll just bite, devour, and eat whole.

The saw wire is pulled too long. The parts that should have been urgent have become turbulent waves.

The prince in white was forced to raise his head, his throat rolled up and down, accepting one after another fierce and savage deep kisses. In contrast, the first furious kiss after the reunion can even be called gentle.

At the last moment, Zong Luo struggled to stand up and bite Yu Beizhou's shoulder. The pale lips were full of blood, and the smell of rust diffused in the mouth, as if to tear a piece of flesh from the person in front of him.

The young man in red remained still, his long, narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and his slender fingers slipped through the moonlight-like white hair, letting them fall between his fingers, covering up the sudden shock on his arm. Bruising veins.

In a trance, it seems that it is not in the empty ghost valley hall, but in the battlefield where the golden horses and the guns are drumming. The two generals were sitting on high-headed horses, and behind them were the soldiers of Wu Ya Ya. With an order, the horn sounded, and the whole army attacked.

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous.

There are no greetings and intimacy, but more revenge.

The battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke and flames, soldiers fell one by one, horses were shot down by meteor arrows, rusted swords, swords, swords and halberds lay across the black soil full of dirty puddles. Fluttering hem.

In the end, only the two of them were left in the world where the corpses were everywhere.

Throwing away the armor and armor, the weapon is broken, and they can only fight fiercely with bare hands.

Kill until the end of reincarnation, kill until you can't sleep at night, kill until your clothes fade, kill until you die.

Yu Beizhou likes blood, likes pain, likes to plunder life on the battlefield, and is cruel and ruthless.

Facts have proved that if he becomes a monarch, the whole world will know that the word tyrant is far more appropriate for him than Emperor Yuan or Jie Zhou.

Inflicting pain is always more unforgettable than tenderness. more memorable.

When he was about to arrive, he put his hands on the face of the white-clothed prince, his brows, which seemed to be beautiful in the distance, wrinkled unconsciously, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and the whole person showed a rare sense of coldness.

The weather, which was still sunny just now, was suddenly covered with dark clouds and thunderstorms roared.

The rainy mountains were cleared like a mountain, and the world seemed to darken in an instant.

The huge candle burning in the corner of the main hall was swayed a few times by the strong wind and suddenly extinguished. On the expensive candlestick, a wisp of white smoke swayed and dispersed.

The torrential rain fell suddenly, connected into a line from a height of ten thousand feet, and squeezed hard into the gap of the sapphire tile on the top of the wooden structure. In the end, the excessive rain could not hold it, and could only follow the vermilion gully in vain. Tick ​​tock dripping down.

It's okay not to see. The things in this ghost valley hall, not to mention the futon, even the expensive agarwood was smashed by them several times. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has encountered mountain bandits.

Breathing is clearly audible in the dark.

Zong Luo melted into this blood and pain of revenge.

His breathing quickly fluctuated a few times, his fingers drooped weakly, and landed on the cold, blue-gold floor of the main hall, drawing warm water marks one after another.

After the carnival, it was a mess, only the involuntary spasms of the lips remained.

For a time, it was extremely quiet, and no one spoke.

The wide white fur cloak was padded on the ground, and the fluffy down was soaked with water and became heavy.

The person lying on it was covered in sweat, and his fingertips could not even hold his grip, trembling in vain.

Thunder fell, a moment of daylight.

Yu Beizhou's beautiful, almost ghostly face, flashed on and off under the electric light, wrapped in a layer of sweat, shiny and beautiful.

"Senior brother..." His voice sighed contentedly.

When he lowered his head, the strands of black hair wet with sweat hung down on the side of his face, very obedient, as if to interpret the joy and comfort of their owners.

This was the first sentence between them in about an hour or so after the man finished saying "Who cares?"

The white-clothed prince ignored him at all.

He closed his eyes lazily, exhausted by the pain, and didn't even want to lift his fingers.

Zong Luo felt that this was simply more tiring than fighting.

Not only did he inflict another injury on himself, the wound that had shown signs of healing cracked again, and he was so embarrassed that he lost the strength to do it.

I don't know, looking at their stance of thunder and fire just now, they thought the world would end tomorrow.

Although this stinky brother was badly injured, Zong Luo was no better than the perverted healing ability that this person had trained every three days since he was a child.

His heart was broken, and he could still be alive after lying down for seven days.

On the other hand, he was like a dead fish lying on a chopping board. That pill was really wasted for Yu Beizhou to eat.

However, this thought just flashed in my mind and was deliberately swept away.

Whether it is medicine pill or death calamity, or even other things that should be considered, should not appear here.

People are always like this, only when they are not bound can they sink, and they can kiss before dying.

Here, he just wants to indulge in escape and taste the joys of the world.

"Get out."

After resting for a stick of incense, Zong Luo kicked over.

This man has been holding him lazily from behind, kissing the prince's noble earlobe intimately, grinding it with his own sharp tiger teeth.

Fading away the cruelty that he couldn't even kick just now, Yu Beizhou put on his seemingly warm skin again.

Hearing this, after laughing sullenly, he said in a low voice that the minister obeyed, and then he did it slowly.

Undoubtedly another torture.

Yu Beizhou was accustomed to pain, and he would only feel good about this kind of person who treats pain as pleasure.

For Zongluo, cutting the meat with a sharp knife, in addition to satisfying the spiritual thirst and attraction, is not good for the slightest.

Honestly, it wasn't such a wonderful experience.

No, it should be said that it is not beautiful at all.

There is no next time, Zong Luo has a cold face.

Don't say whether the technology is good or not, this person has no technology at all. Not worthy to do 1, really should go back to the mother's womb and recreate it.