Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

After taking a bath, Zong Luo changed his clothes and got up, put on his sleeping gown, and stepped into the bedroom.

Everything in Yuchun Palace was built according to the specifications of Prince Dayuan. It was like a miniature version of the palace, and the display inside was only one level lower than that of the emperor.

Zong Luo walked to the front of the collapse, stretched out the quilt, put his arms under his head, and lay upright.

He slept very honestly at night, almost fell asleep in what posture, and woke up in what posture.

As soon as he got up, he felt something was wrong, sat up again, and lifted the pillow.

After seeing what was pressing under the pillow, Zong Luo was stunned.

A piece of red paper was squarely wrapped under it, and it seemed that it had just been put in not long ago.

He picked it up and opened it. There were twenty-seven large-value banknotes in it, with red letters and black letters on the top, and the vigorous writing style almost penetrated the back of the paper: New Year's money.

Zong Luo naturally recognized the handwriting, which was exactly the same as the handwriting on the edict in his previous life.

After the child's time, he will be twenty-seven years old. And Yuchun Palace can't have outsiders more than enough to enter. It is self-evident who ordered the thing wrapped in red paper.

"It turns out that there is really lucky money"

Thinking of what Emperor Yuan said as a joke not long ago, Zong Luo felt heavy in his heart.

After tonight, for him, it was a year older, but for Emperor Yuan, it was one step closer to an acute illness. Because Zong Luo's death in his last life happened at the end of the year.

So this New Year, Zong Luo did not have the mood of previous years, but was rather silent.

He clutched the thick handful of New Year's money, put it back under the pillow, and simply tucked himself back into the quilt.

Leave him alone, let's go to sleep.

No matter how many things there are, wait until you wake up and think about it

What Zongluo didn't expect was that even if he fell asleep, his dreams would not be peaceful.

Cold, very cold, extremely cold.

He felt as if he had been thrown into extremely cold water, and there was only one feeling on his body.

Although it was winter now, there were several charcoal pots lit in Yuchun Palace, which made the whole bedroom so warm that it was possible to walk around in thin bedclothes, not to mention the cold that almost penetrated into the bone marrow.

I don't know how long it has been cold, and finally the sound came from the humming of the wind.

The man sneered, his tone so light that it couldn't be lighter. He was smiling, but it didn't make him feel happy.

"I can't think of it, it's me who collects your corpse in the end. Senior brother is really pitiful."

Zong Luo's brain was in chaos, and he tried his best to listen, but he couldn't really hear it.

However, this sound appeared too frequently, and it came every three or five times, like a chirping sparrow, which was very annoying.

In the beginning, it was just like: "Listen to senior brother, there are voices of mourning for you outside."

"I have prepared a gift for senior brother for so long, but senior brother left without saying a word. You can always surprise me, it's really ruthless."

"Senior brother, don't you open your eyes and take a look? It's really boring to be on the throne without you watching from the sidelines."

Later, it gradually evolved into: "Today's court, those ministers are so annoying, let's kill them all."

"I don't want to revise the memorial, these are not as fun as senior brothers."

"Look at me, look at me."

When consciousness gradually returned to the cage, Zong Luo suddenly realized.

Wait, this is Yu Beizhou's voice!

From the moment he was clear-headed, 'he' finally opened his eyes.

Into the eye is the top of a icy color.

Just when Zongluo didn't realize what this place was, there was a sudden sound of casual footsteps in the air.

Zong Luo was alert and wanted to get up from this strange rectangular box.

However, he found that he couldn't control his body at all, as if he was locked in a narrow box, he could only see with his eyes and couldn't move.

The top of the ice-colored cover was slowly pushed open, revealing a face that was all too familiar.

She was still as beautiful, her phoenix eyes were raised up, her tail was blushing slightly, and her face was deeper than when Zong Luo was most familiar.

There was only a faint sarcasm on his face, no smile at all.

For no reason, Zongluo was unfamiliar with such Yu Beizhou.

What felt unfamiliar was not only his unsmiling face, but also the long robe embroidered with dragon patterns on the edge of his red shirt, as well as his keen sense of being an old enemy.

Zong Luo subconsciously felt that such Yu Beizhou was terrifying.

In the past, at least there was still a steel wire hanging from him, and his madness was not so completely crazy. As for the one in front of him, the steel wire hanging from his body was gone, and his body exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

When a madman completely breaks free and does not care about any worldly moral values, he will become the most terrible monster in the world.

In the next second, the man in the dragon robe leaned over and brushed his fingers lightly across Zong Luo's face, as gentle as a caress.

Mingming Zongluo can't feel any touch from the outside world now, but he seems to feel the temperature from the other side's fingertips.

Hot, scorching/hot, almost burning into his soul.

"Senior brother, what year is this?" Yu Beizhou asked in a low voice, "Eight years? Nine years? I don't remember."

Zong Luo suddenly realized.

He said why he couldn't control his body, and Yu Beizhou looked like this again.

This should have happened after his death in his last life.

After his death, Yu Beizhou naturally complied with the enthronement, and it was no wonder that he would lie in this narrow box.

Zong Luo couldn't help feeling a little cold.

Unexpectedly, Yu Beizhou actually sewed his body up and put it in the ice coffin. He thought that this person deliberately said it to disgust him.

However, this thing is obviously more scary than the fake.

I don't know what Yu Beizhou found in this fantasy world. After so many years, his corpse seemed to have just died, and his face was even a little rosy, as if he was asleep.

Just when Zong Luo was in a daze, the people in front of him suddenly began to undress.

Zongluo: "?"

He watched as Yu Beizhou threw his own unique dragon robe and climbed into the ice coffin.

The ice coffin said whether it was big or small, and two people lying down could only be considered reluctance.

So Zongluo watched Yu Beizhou's long arm scoop, and naturally scooped him into his arms.

Then started to strip him.

Zongluo: "?????"

Looking at Yu Beizhou's skillful movements, his whole body's question mark was about to break through the sky.

Fortunately, this person doesn't really have any unusual hobbies for corpses. Just when Zong Luo was terrified that he would strip off his pants and then stage a restricted-level scene on the spot, Yu Beizhou stopped before he finished stripping his chest, and sighed as he stroked the crisscrossing scars.

Every time he touched it, it felt as if it had actually landed on his body, with an inexplicable trembling.

Zong Luo wanted to struggle and retreat, but his hand was as hard as a red iron arm, and was imprisoned in this suffocating embrace.

Fingertips fell on the scars that had been sewn together on the neck.

"Senior brother has so many scars all over his body, but this one is the ugliest one."

This is not a dream that he can control on his own.

As a last resort, Zong Luo could only stiffen his body and stare at the face that had never been so close to him.

Yu Beizhou really looks good.

Only now, this beautiful face is stern, with thin lips pressed tightly, with ridicule and anger, a terrifying storm vortex is formed in the center of the dark pupil, dragging the person to the bottomless Shen Yuan.

How hot is this person, so hot that it is only a dream, and it is on fire.

"Senior brother is so cold, even if he hugs you day and night, he won't be warm."

He sighed, suddenly tightened his arms, and muttered to himself.

The night sky outside was completely silent, and there was no sound. The huge palace is deserted, decorated with countless rare objects, and the elaborately built dragon bed is uninterested.

Just when Zong Luo thought that Yu Beizhou was holding him to sleep, a muttering sounded suddenly in the narrow ice coffin.

"I hate you so much."

The dream was longer than expected.

Just like Gu Ziyuan, Zong Ruichen, and Zong Yuanwu said to him, you cannot control your actions and perspective in dreams, you can only rely on your body.

Before that, Zongluo never thought that he would dream too.

Even if you dream, you must at least be a living person. What is the situation of being possessed by your own corpse? !

But since he couldn't control it and couldn't wake up, Zong Luo had to lie down.

He found that Yu Beizhou had been soaking in his dormitory almost all day, never sleeping on his own dragon bed, and insisting on squeezing into an ice coffin with him.

This person may have some strange hobbies, and he doesn't want to sleep on a bed even when he sleeps on a cold crystal board.

Compared with Emperor Yuan's diligent governance, and wishing to tie himself to the palace for 24 hours, Yu Beizhou seemed to be much more idle. Zongluo even wondered if this guy had ruined Dayuan so much that he would soon become the rhythm of the king of subjugation.

"Senior brother, soon, we can meet again soon."

One day, after watching Yu Beizhou from the first perspective, he was sick, and after watching the other party make the outside of the ice coffin covered in blood, but he didn't want to get any part of his body, he smiled, and suddenly dropped such an unknown remark. .

Thinking of the nine years Yu Beizhou said earlier, Zongluo had a hunch that he should have obtained the immortal method that went back in time in the immortal tomb.

The dream is very long, and it seems to be only a moment.

When he became conscious again, Zong Luo felt that he was being hugged.

Passing through the lonely and desolate palace, boarded the carriage in the dark night, and drove in the direction of the Great Witch Temple.

Tai Wu has been waiting in the hall for a long time.

It was ferocious and terrifying. It had just been hunted from the head of the animal, and the head of the beast that was still bleeding was located in the four corners of the great formation. The central altar is sketched with complicated and mysterious blood, and it glows with an ominous blue light at night.

Yu Beizhou hugged him, got off the carriage like a gust of wind, and climbed the dark steps step by step.

There is not a single star in the night sky, the four fields are silent and dead for a long time.

Zongluo felt that the Taiwu behind the ghost face was looking at him, looking at him without emotion.

"You are the son of destiny, a master of luck. Even if you don't do anything, you can achieve what you want. With time, it is not impossible to get the way."

Taiwu's voice was still as hoarse and unpleasant as before: "If you insist on going your own way and activate the great formation of the immortal magic, I am afraid that you will lose more than that."

Yu Beizhou put the person in his hand in the center and sneered: "You forgot what I said to you last time?"

Too witch was silent.

After a long time, he said: "But this matter is too big, you need to confirm it again."

"Mumbling chirping."

Yu Beizhou's tone was relaxed, but he didn't realize what earth-shattering words he was going to say next: "Give me the knife."

He raised his hand to take the knife thrown by the other party. From Zong Luo's point of view, he could see that the man casually opened the wrist artery.

Scarlet blood rushed out and merged into the great formation on the ground.

Tai Wu's voice gradually became obscure and sharp.

The gust of wind formed on his ground. The dark blue formation was activated. A white bond formed in the air, one end was connected to Zongluo's chest, and the other end was connected to Yu Beizhou's heart.

"Are you willing to pay your luck, as a child of destiny?"

Yu Beizhou didn't answer, and the tip of the knife became more and more submerged.

In an instant, something mysterious and mysterious was pulled out of Yu Beizhou, dyed the tie into pale gold, and put it all into Zong Luo's body.

"Are you willing to give your life?"

The speed of the gushing blood was getting faster and faster. Rao was Yu Beizhou, and his face was gradually pale, and he could only barely support himself.

"would you like"

"Stop reading, cast spells seriously!"

Yu Beizhou interrupted him impatiently: "Whatever you want, take it."

Zong Luo woke up, covered in cold sweat.

He sat on the bed in a daze, as if he had experienced a whole life.

It's no wonder that those male protagonists are no longer around Yu Beizhou in this life, it's no wonder that everything is different from the previous life, and it's no wonder that everyone's attitude towards Yu Beizhou has also changed.

Those that he ignored, doubted, and couldn't figure out were all strung together.

In order to look back on this period of time, Yu Beizhou gave everything he had.

There is no more protagonist in this book.