Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Unlike the wind and rain outside, the ghost valley ice cellar is quiet.

The huge night pearl is inlaid on the overhead lighting, and the candle is not ignited here. Although the jade bed is cold, it is extremely cold, and the cold jade will feed back the wounded.

Although he was forcibly pulled over, no matter what Yu Beizhou said, Zongluo couldn't let go: "Either you just take it like this, or you can give me the medicine and I will do it myself."

Even in the Ghost Valley, if the bottom line is temporarily lowered, it does not mean that Zong Luo is the same as Yu Beizhou, and he doesn't want to face.

When he thought that reluctantly agreeing to help with the medicine was not enough, this stinky younger brother still had to watch the wound come on.

Who did he think did these injuries?

This intense joy. Hao Zongluo was not unforeseen.

Even now, when he was half hugged and half hugged by Yu Beizhou, through the thin layers of dark red clothes, when he came into contact with the scalding temperature of the other party, Zong Luo was still in a trance, with an unreal feeling like falling into a dream.

Not long ago, this body was still limply lying in his arms, eyes closed forever, lifeless, lips glowing blue and black on the verge of death.

But now, the young man in red is sitting here in a good manner, with loose black hair, red lips and white teeth, a lazy smile on Zhang Li's face, and his eyes are full of playful light. No matter how you look at it, he is full of vitality, and the chrome hurts him.

Zong Luo believed that not only him, but Yu Beizhou should feel the same way.

This kind of world is so close, it seems that the difference between the world and the world is the sky and the ground, like two cold substances, after being roasted by a flame, they cool down, and then they collide with each other. A chemical reaction occurs suddenly.

Only when the pain has penetrated into the bone marrow can they be sure that they are still alive in the world and still embrace each other. Only then did it determine that it was not a corpse, but a living human being crying and panting.

How could a tender and sweet partnership appear to them, only bite marks and bruises could remain evidence of the enemy's embrace.

Yu Beizhou's technology is really bad, it's bad enough.

It was obvious that this person "knocked my senior brother to death on the bed", "I really want to stuff it all in" and other snarky remarks came all the way with his mouth open, but as soon as the actual operation came, he saw the real chapter. It really should be said that it sounds better than it sings.

On the one hand, the pain is really painful, and I am drenched in cold sweat. But on second thought, having this kind of technology just proves that Yu Beizhou is just as inexperienced as he is, and his mood calms down strangely after thinking about it.

Of course, having said that, it doesn't mean that Zongluo can give Yu Beizhou a good look.

After all, this person's hardware conditions are really good. It doesn't matter if the technology is close, but if you take a step back, at least make some preparations! ! !

If I knew earlier that I had no preparation at all, it would be impossible to kill Zong Luo in the hall.

Seeing that Zongluo's face was not good, Yu Beizhou raised his hands and compromised at the right time: "Okay, what brother says is what he says."

Since it can take advantage of it, it is natural to take it as soon as it is good.

He raised the jade bottle in his hand for healing, and the corners of his lips curled up: "In this case, Senior Brother should change his head and sit on top of me, face to face with me."

Zong Luo was so tired, his eyelids were fighting, and he just wanted to sleep. Being so coaxed and deceived by Yu Beizhou seemed to give in, he hesitated for a while, then bent his legs and followed the coaxing force of the other party.

In this way, Zongluo was much higher than Yu Beizhou out of thin air.

Looking down from his angle, the slender eyelashes of the young man in red fluttered, casting an eerie fan-shaped shadow on his pale face.

In an hour, even after careful cleaning, those messy traces could not be covered up.

Just a section of the neck can see the fierceness.

Taking advantage of the white-clothed prince's distraction, his abnormally hot fingers probed with a piece of melted medicine, lifted the long hair, and disappeared in the layers of leaking strands of hair.

As soon as he touched the wound, Zong Luo shrank back in pain, and subconsciously raised it to hide.

"Brother, don't move."

The arms around his body are as firm and firm as a green mountain, fixing his whole body here, not giving the prey any chance to escape.

I couldn't see it from the outside, I didn't expect it to be so badly injured.

The culprit is still trying out little by little, and with the tactile evaluation, there is no guilt in my heart, and I even want to go too far.

How proud of the self-control that met this man and died. What's more, Yu Beizhou has never been the kind of character who is willing to wrong himself.

After roughly exploring, Yu Beizhou knew the general situation.

Feeling the extremely tense muscles under his arms, Yu Beizhou put away his stomach full of bad thoughts for the first time, and the action of applying medicine was unexpectedly gentle.

He is not a beast who can't distinguish priorities and only knows how to send / estrus. It is related to his happy life in the next few days, so he naturally treats it with caution.

The sound of rain outside the ice cellar blew across the eaves little by little.

The dry, cracked earth seeps into the rain, smoothing out every crease that has been cracked by scars.

After the cruelty and ferocity have faded away, the temperature has even become unbearable.

Zong Luo's slightly closed eyes trembled slightly, biting his lower lip, reluctant to make any sound.

Sweaty white hair hangs down, slightly cold fingers rest on his shoulders, and the fingertips exert force unconsciously. When he smelled the smell of rust in the air, and noticed that the uneven marks under the red clothes were rolling out warm blood, Zong Luo remembered that this man's shoulders were full of tooth marks left by him.

Now that he was pressed hard, the wound was injured twice, and it naturally bleeds again.

Yu Beizhou seems to have never heard of it.

After putting away the plan to make a mess, the smile on the lips of the young man in red also faded a bit. He poured the medicine in a regular manner, and immediately filled it into the wound, with a careful attitude like a different person.

When he got serious, he was always charming.

Zongluo remembered many years ago when they were still in Ghost Valley. This man obviously couldn't beat him, but he always leaned forward like a slut, from time to time making trouble behind his back.

For example, once Zongluo was out of the valley for training, he was chased by a tiger in the forest for no reason, and almost died. It was only after he came back that he found out that Yu Beizhou had done something on him, so after returning to the valley, he immediately grabbed his sword angrily to find someone.

In the end, Yu Beizhou was found in the half-carved library of Ghost Valley.

I don't know if it was due to the halo of the protagonist who had not disappeared in his previous life, or whether Yu Beizhou's appearance was very different from the hypocrisy he showed in the past, this scene has always been remembered in Zong Luo's mind.

The young Yu Beizhou was still dressed in red, sitting in the depths of the library. It was obviously daytime, but he turned to a corner, with a dying candle at his feet, holding a bamboo slip in one hand and propping his head in the other, watching with a blank expression.

Sunlight had drawn two distinct boundaries on the floor of the library, but he chose the darkest and darkest side. When the back is facing the light, the small back looks extraordinarily lonely.

Does the protagonist of a book, surrounded by thousands of people, also feel lonely?

"—"

At a certain moment, Zong Luo's breathing was suddenly disrupted, and an unfamiliar inductance that he had never experienced during the long hour of pain and torture rushed out from his limbs and rushed directly to the Tianling Gai, making people tremble all over. .

In order to cover up this sudden embarrassment, he asked in a low voice, "Okay?"

"It's coming soon," Yu Beizhou replied casually.

He tried several times inadvertently, and after each time he could feel the sudden heavy breathing, he wrote down the approximate length of his knuckles, and regrettably ended the long drug application.

The fingertips were re-exposed to the icy air.

The red-clothed young man licked his wet fingers, and laughed so hard that it was hard to understand: "Senior brother's taste... so sweet."

Zong Luo's face was on fire, but he just pretended not to hear, he let out a long breath, pulled his clothes, and wanted to kick people away with one foot. He lay down on the Hanyu bed, closed his eyes, and pretended to be dead.

But it wasn't until the furry head rested in his shoulder pockets that he was held back.

The scabbard was well kept warm, and the edges and corners were smeared with oil.

For a swordsman, the sword is in the person, and the sword is dead and the person is dead.

Without warning, it was replaced by a red-branded sword.

The scabbard has been polished and washed with warm water. When the sword was put into the scabbard, it was not hindered in the slightest. It was easily filled and put aside.

This is naturally a learning for every swordsman. When they were studying in Guigu, they even learned how to maintain their own swords.

"Ugh...what are you doing?!"

Zong Luo had just left two steps and was about to lie down, but the hand he was about to leave was pulled back abruptly.

The young man in red hugged him from behind, sighed a few times for the feeling of comfort, and followed him onto the Hanyu bed very naturally, and even put an arm over him, not to mention how conscious he was.

"Healing."

Yu Beizhou said innocently: "Senior brother can't help junior brother with medicine, poor junior brother can only be self-reliant."

indeed. If not prepared, in fact, both of them should have been injured. Zong Luo was injured like this, how could Yu Beizhou get better? Thinking of this, there is even a bit of schadenfreude.

It's just that Yu Beizhou was right. If Zong Luo was killed, he would not be able to give him medicine. It hurts him.

However, I never imagined that this person's self-reliance turned out to be this self-reliance.

Zong Luo was so angry that he struggled frantically, but was easily suppressed by Yu Beizhou, whose mental vitality was better than his.

"Senior brother, it's best not to move."

The hoarse voice chuckled in his ear: "Otherwise, Junior Brother may not be able to control it."

Sure enough, after hearing this sentence, Zong Luo suddenly froze.

The sharp, ready-to-move sword edge fell on his lifeline, making this sentence extraordinarily convincing.

Yu Beizhou sneered a few times, and sighed regretfully: "If there was only one bottle of medicine, Junior Brother would not have resorted to this."

Zongluo: "..." I really believed your nonsense.

Sure enough, it is better to pray that the sun will rise in the west tomorrow if you pray that Yu Beizhou can always be serious.

In this silent moment, the young man in red pulled a piece of ice silkworm quilt, wrapped the whole group of the prince in white inside, and put it into his arms contentedly. Like a child encircling his treasure, he swears his own possessiveness triumphantly.

After doing all this, Yu Beizhou shoved the warm people into his arms with satisfaction: "Okay, senior brother can sleep."