Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Outside was the sound of the rain pattering on the tent, making a rustling sound.

Because the rush is too fast, it is naturally impossible to survey the city everywhere like when you came here. Even in order to take a shortcut, this resting place can't go to the village or the store for a hundred miles. Now it's raining again, and the mountains and fields are full of potholes and puddles. The water splashed by horseshoes is half a meter high.

The tent was very simple, with two brackets propped up, and the sleeping bag could barely block the cold outside.

The red-clothed young man was busy and had to travel all day and night. In order to catch up with them, he followed them all the way, and asked the ugly eagle to explore the way in the sky. It was even more exhausting and exhausting.

Zong Luo slept after all, but Yu Beizhou never closed his eyes at all, his dark red clothes were wet, and his white fur was stained with dirt and sewage.

People came from the rain and were soaked all over. The phoenix eye on the top was red with anger, and the place where the boots stepped was full of water. With such an almost embarrassed attitude, he broke into the main tent, but before kissing him, he swept away the cloak, and used his internal strength to dry it in an instant. , the place next to Zong Luo was hot and dry.

"Yesterday, I really should have called my junior brother to be the key, and put my senior brother on the lock. Lock my hands and feet, and if I can't get out of bed, my senior brother is in no mood to run away, don't you think?"

Yu Beizhou looked like a smile, but he couldn't hide the flames in his dark pupils.

The fiery fingertips pinched the chin of the white-robed prince, raising the graceful neck, making people horrified for no reason.

Zong Luo knew that he was really angry.

This is the same as Emperor Yuan, who is indeed a father and son who are truly connected by blood. The more he shows it to others, the more obvious his anger becomes. When he was really angry, he remained calm, like a turbulent undercurrent lurking beneath the surface of the sea. Only when you are really involved in it will you know how violent it is.

"Well--"

Another kiss full of savage predators. The tip of the tongue swept across the upper jaw, cruelly rubbing the soft flesh in the mouth, causing the person to collapse halfway, trembling and sour, unable to lift his strength.

Mi Li's bloodline opened in the air, and Zong Luo was almost out of breath when they parted.

Just now there was still a little residual sleepiness, and all of them were kissed away by this person mercilessly.

After a long time, Yu Beizhou said quietly.

"Do you still want the junior brother to collect the corpse for you once?"

The strong wind and the rain rustled outside the tent, and Zhang Li's face was looming in the thunder.

Zongluo wasn't sure if he saw light in Yu Beizhou's eyes, or if it was rain stains on his way. At the moment when the electric light flashed, the end of the long, narrow and red phoenix eyes seemed to gather up red marks that were anxious and afraid, with a sense of water.

The hoarse voice came close to Zongluo's ears, but he felt sad for no reason: "Senior brother...how dare you?"

How dare you be so cruel?

These words are not very pleasant, but Zong Luo's heart suddenly calmed down.

No matter how acerbic and yin-yang Yu Beizhou said at the moment, he was just like a betrayed animal, using these armed thorns to cover up the panic and fear in his heart.

This person is obviously crazy and arrogant, and he has no scruples to the extreme. As an enemy, he is always a dangerous and terrifying opponent; even if he is lucky enough to form an alliance, he has to guard against whether he is stabbed in the back, and he does whatever he wants, which is extremely ruthless.

A person who is so arrogant, arrogant and violent, so crazy that he doesn't care about his own life or death, even if his heart is crushed, he can still raise a bright smile and say with a smile, senior brother, have you forgive me, but I'm fine hate you.

Now he was holding him tightly in his arms, and with the strength that he almost shattered his bones, he chased after him overnight, so afraid that he kissed him again and again, and hugged him in his arms to confirm his existence.

Being so close, Zong Luo could even feel the trembling through this hot body.

Yu Beizhou was in fear. He was actually scared.

How can people who put life and death aside, be afraid?

Zong Luo's eyes were a little dry, and he could only hear the beating of his heart for a while.

But he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up again and see another cold body.

However, it is such a person who is afraid that he has obviously lost his identity as the son of luck, but just appearing in front of him can bring Zongluo infinite peace of mind.

It's as if the anxiety, worry, and fear these days have all been soothed. In that hot kiss, in the rude treatment to come. No matter what happens in the future, there will be more wind and rain in the imperial city. With him by his side, I will not be afraid.

Looking at it from Yu Beizhou's condescending angle, the latter's slender eyelashes trembled in the air, casting a small fan-shaped shadow, giving the illusion of love for no reason.

It makes people want to drop a kiss on these beautiful eyes, lick the ends of his eyes, press the ends of the eyelashes, and force the eyelids to redden.

If you want to get dirty and make him cry, it is best to whimper and beg him not to continue, so as to admit his mistake.

Yu Beizhou forcibly resisted this urge.

Because this movement is so gentle, it is so gentle that it can make people feel an inch.

As early as when he came, he made up his mind that this time he couldn't let Zongluo go so easily.

Because Yu Beizhou is not simply angry, he is crazy.

At the same time, he was also trembling with fear. Even the hand holding the reins seemed to be frozen and stiff. Only when he really held the person would he finally come to life.

No one knows better than Yu Beizhou. In the last life, when he saw this person's body under the imperial city, everything was overshadowed in an instant.

No exaggeration. His internal organs were aching faintly, his breathing stopped for a moment, and he could not hear any sound, only the rumbling of his eardrums.

At that time, he still didn't understand what kind of extreme sadness it was. It's just like a child who loses a fun toy, stubbornly thinking that the enemy failed to die in his own hands.

In the next nine years, I deepened it day and night, reminiscing the aftertaste and superimposing the pain. Before stepping into the time retrospective formation, I sat on all things in the world and lived as humble as mud.

Yu Beizhou didn't know what he would do if he made the same mistakes again. He couldn't even imagine it.

If you want to be crazy, you have been crazy in your last life, completely crazy. No matter how crazy, how can you go crazy?

The kiss continued, and the scattered silver-white hair was spread on the ground in a mess.

The temperature of the fingers was too hot, and the dry wound was torn open without any preparation, and was forced to undergo healing.

This is a punishment.

The prince in white frowned subconsciously, sighed in his heart, and finally relaxed himself and chose to indulge. The slightly cold hand went around the other party's shoulder, and even opened it wider, catering to this bad-tempered stinky brother for the first time.

Such silent acquiescence, like a plea.

Pleading with the ravagers for a little pity.

All of a sudden, the anger that had just been roaring to the sky suddenly became hoarse.

Yu Beizhou just wanted to sigh.

I have to say, Zong Luo really pinched him to the death. It really is one thing falling into one thing, the destined nemesis.

No matter how angry he still remains, he can't do anything to those who are on the top of his heart. The fears and fears along the way, the trials and tribulations, in the end, it was nothing but thunder and rain, so I could only express my dissatisfaction in this way.

"If you can't remember it in your heart, let your body remember it."

Yu Beizhou smiled casually, the smile never reaching the bottom of his eyes: "What do you think, brother?"

Mingming said the cruelest words in his mouth, but he calmed down with duplicity.

Those who died under the hands of King Beining in the past would never have imagined that this jade-faced Shura, who was as hard-hearted as iron, had such a side.

The noble prince just leaned in the arms of the red-clothed youth, without saying a word, silently enduring this unbearable punishment, gasping for breath, with natural tears oozing from the corners of his eyes.

Yu Beizhou did not touch him.

Their clothes were all in perfect condition and decent.

If someone opened the curtain, they would not find that the aloof prince was being bullied with a single finger.

Drops of sweat fell from his forehead and fainted on the quilt. The red-clothed youth pursed his lips tightly, his expression so gloomy that it was almost the chilling look of leading the army to fight to the most stalemate.

Even if the Tai A sword was extremely hot, the body of the sword, which was not forged and sheathed in time after quenching, was stretched to the point of exploding, and the muscles on the back of the hand burst out. To the point where even those who are unconscious and being punished can detect it.

But from beginning to end, Yu Beizhou never touched him with anything other than his hands.

Not even a kiss. Only the stamp on the neck and jaw, the bite, the pain.

Cruel and furious. Just like what he said, let Zongluo remember it thoroughly.

In these days, Yu Beizhou has completely figured out the structure of his senior brother's parts.

In all fairness, although it was uncomfortable at first, with Zong Luo's silent indulgence, even though his face was still terrifying, the tense atmosphere was like a spring breeze turning into rain.

Gradually going back, the speed of the sword slowed down, no longer beckoning blood like at the beginning, but pointed at the key point with each sword.

The torrential downpour that had just been roaring with thunderstorms was also lessened.

Patteringly, the light rain fell into the green grass in the dark of night, turned over the salty soil, and made a chirp chirp sound.

Behind the curtain, the rain also made the king of Beining's handsome, articulate hand all wet.

They trickled down the slender knuckles and landed on the trough where the palm lines intersected, soaked in wetness and glowing with a blurred light.

Still going.

When the rain was about to end, the white-clothed prince finally couldn't hold back, he stepped forward and tightened Yu Beizhou's neck, raised his head and kissed him comfortably.

The kiss is like a switch.

The man-devouring beast tore apart the silence and fear, and kissed back viciously.

After kissing until Zong Luo could no longer breathe, he twitched and trembled, curled his toes almost collapsed, and a pitiful whimper leaked from his throat, and the young man in red slowly retracted his hand.

In a silent rain curtain, Zong Luo's lost pupils slowly recovered.

After a long time, he whispered: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Never again next time."

It was indeed his fault in this matter.

Although this was not popular in ancient times, in the heart of Zongluo, a book-wearer, after the understanding, Yu Beizhou was his serious boyfriend.

When you are in a relationship in modern times, you should tell your partner when something big happens at home. This is the most basic respect and responsibility for this relationship.

Thinking that Yu Beizhou had concealed those things before, Zongluo was still furious even though he knew that he was good to him. He educated Yu Beizhou for a while, and when he came back, he did such an operation again... Zong Luo admitted that he really didn't think about it, because the secret letter was blind and reckless.

Just like Yu Beizhou can frankly admit his mistakes and try his best to win his forgiveness. There is nothing Zongluo is stubborn to admit wrong. Feelings are mutual, and there is no reason for him to hold them.

Yu Beizhou said nothing.

It was only from the moment he broke into the camp that his cold and hard face was finally removed, and he no longer had that smirk expression.

He still didn't touch him. Instead, he stretched out his hand, cleaned up the messy scene, neatly folded the clothes on the prince in white, twisted the quilt, slipped in skillfully, and hugged the person in his arms.

The familiar aroma that only Yu Beizhou can perceive surrounds his heart.

Unparalleled peace of mind, slightly heal those scars left over from past lives.

"Since you're tired, go to sleep. You'll have to go on your way when you get up tomorrow."

In the darkness, Yu Beizhou lightly clasped Zong Luo's fingers, interlocking with his ten fingers.

The latter nodded, kissed the corner of his mouth again, and fell asleep tiredly.

In the silence of all things, only one pair of eyes still traces the outline of the other person in his arms.

Until dawn broke in the east, and day came.