Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The rain was pattering outside.

The rain was fast and urgent, coupled with lightning and thunder. There was no one in Guigu, and there was no lampshade on the candlestick in the hall, which caused the entire hall to be shaky and pitch black after the candle was extinguished. The drapery hanging on both sides was rustled by the wind.

The torrential rain washed over the sapphire tiles, making a roar of pearls splashing around.

At the end of the eaves, the rain curtains are connected into pieces, blurring all the colors in the world.

There is a unique cave in the hall, and there are knocked down decorations and broken fabrics everywhere.

The rain that blew in rolled from the first step to the last, meandering and converging into a pool.

The piece of futon that was left by the so-called Feisheng Patriarch has long since been kicked, and anyone who saw it would have to scold it.

Zong Luo scolded coldly: "Go away."

Although Yu Beizhou looked like he did it on the surface, he actually knew with the tip of his head that it was absolutely impossible for this person to be obedient so simply.

Sure enough, when he took out the Tai A sword, he wickedly turned the place where he wanted to leave, and felt the involuntary tremor at the end of the gap, and then he was satisfied with the sword.

Yu Beizhou's shoulders trembled, looking like he really wanted to turn his head and punch him again.

However, Zong Luo was really sore and tired that he didn't even want to lift his eyelids.

After more than an hour of joy. Well, the prince in white has been completely dragged by Yu Beizhou into a cauldron and stewed. In the past, Qing Jun's dusty face was full of unnatural redness. Like a peach that has been properly and carefully peeled off, it smells delicious and overripe.

After doing all this, the young man in red was still laughing to himself.

His laughter was pleasant and joyful, like a whisk plucking from jade and porcelain, hoarse and hoarse.

At the end, he pretended to be surprised, as if he had discovered it just now, and when he heard it, he was extremely hypocritical: "Ah, why can't you keep your senior brother in... It's too ruthless all of a sudden, it's not the junior brother."

Zong Luo was too lazy to answer him, so he closed his eyes and regained his strength.

This man still doesn't speak, he's cute when he's dumb.

As soon as he speaks, others want to kill him.

Zongluo has not been so tired for a long time.

From the body to the heart, behind the hearty vent is the ultimate vent. After that, drowsiness and pain came together, extremely sticky, and it was especially uncomfortable to sit on.

It wasn't the first time he came across this stuff.

Last time it was all over the dark room, and when it was dawn, Zongluo had to go back to Yuchung Palace to clean it up by himself. But in the end, there is a big difference between the two times. The last time it was just outside, and it could make people feel hot and hot through the clothes; this time it was simply an immersive experience.

Although it ended with separation, the enthusiasm for rising and fermenting has not yet subsided.

The sweating did not decrease, but because of Yu Beizhou's deliberate approach, more dark colors smeared on the thick white fur. The spread of white hair meanders and stacks together like a mural on display.

Bored, the latter began to play with the white hair.

He leaned in and sniffed, burying it in his shoulder again, clasping it tighter as if he had sworn sovereignty, and whispering teasingly in his ear: "Senior brother is so fragrant."

Zong Luo never felt that there was any fragrance on his body. The spices were all dyed for him by servants in the palace or the Prince's Mansion. But Yu Beizhou is the one who can accurately identify the one belonging to him from thousands of scents.

The rain was still falling, beating against the eaves. It finally got smaller.

When he finally regained some strength, Zong Luo stumbled to his feet.

Following his memory, he stepped on the cold ground with bare feet, endured the pain of being split open, and reluctantly walked to the place where the candlesticks were in the hall of Ghost Valley, groped for the velvet, and relit a candle.

After leaving the Ghost Valley for so long, Zong Luo almost forgot.

The ghost valley is located in the maze, and the orientation of the surrounding gossip and five elements has been changed abruptly, resulting in extremely strange weather. When it is good, the sun is shining brightly, and when it is bad, it is lightning and thunder, and there is no warning.

The rising flames dispelled the darkness, and the projection of light and shadow was on and off.

The tall man stood in front of this cluster of flames, and by the light of the candle, he lowered his head to find the still intact clothes on the blue-gold floor.

The golden-red fire covered his body with a hazy warm light.

Even with his back facing Yu Beizhou, Zongluo could still feel the sticky sight that fell on his back, drawing down every inch, as if a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

It is a taboo for people who practice martial arts to expose empty doors, let alone when they are full of flaws.

The blood mixed with the wet mess swam down the sword and gathered at the feet.

The involuntary convulsions continued, accompanied by the sound of rain outside, which was extremely pitiful.

This extremely beautiful scene fell in the eyes of the other person, and the dark ink color quickly gathered, and a terrifying storm was vaguely brewing.

Because the battle was so intense, there was really no good clothes to be found on the ground.

Either smashed into powder, or torn in pieces, and the largest piece was crumpled like a rag.

Even if there are only two of them alive in Guigu now, Zongluo has absolutely no hobby of running naked in front of heaven and earth. He looked around, and after finding nothing, he had to turn around and walk back, picking up the thick white fur cloak on the ground, grabbed it in disgust and shook it in his hand.

"Senior brother looks like this, really makes little junior brother unable to control it."

Yu Beizhou raised his head with a smile, without shyness.

Zong Luoxun gave him a slanted glance, and after realizing that the man was indeed refreshed again, he sneered twice and stepped on it.

If this is to be implemented, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Yu Beizhou's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he fell to the ground.

He clenched his hot palms, grinding his fingertips, leaving a kiss between his feet.

The scenery is close at hand.

Full of desire. Nian's phoenix eyes stared at the gorgeous blood color, and his voice was deliberately soaked in sticky bewitching: "Do it again, senior brother."

Again?

Zong Luo was about to be laughed at by this person.

He simply put on this messy and fishy white fur cloak, and sarcastically said, "Just you lousy job, live with your fingers for the rest of your life."

"Brother what did you say?"

Yu Beizhou was unmoved, full of smiles: "I just bit my junior brother and gasped the loudest, isn't it senior?"

It was obviously painful! Zong Luo was so angry that he could not breathe well.

Seeing that the prince in white was speechless, the perverse young man licked his lips: "Let's talk about it...I'm hurting my senior brother, isn't my senior brother upset?"

Having said that, Yu Beizhou regained his confidence, even a little more complacent.

How could a man shy away from such a principled issue, let alone a proud son of heaven.

Zongluo: "..."

He forgot that this person always regarded pain as pleasure.

Dare to say it, just now he kept saying "hateful entanglement", but he was the only one who was scratched, grabbed, gnawed and bitten. The pain was like being run over.

Thinking of this, Zong Luo only sneered: "It's cool, it's so cool that it's impossible to have a next time with you."

After speaking, he turned and left, the cloak drawing a sharp arc in the air.

Looking at Zong Luo's retreating back, Yu Beizhou's slender eyelashes slowly blinked twice, revealing undisguised confusion on his beautiful face.

No matter how smart he was, he couldn't figure out why the senior brother who was willing to say a few words to him suddenly turned his face faster than a book.

After thinking for a while, Yu Beizhou finally came up with some ideas.

He made a palm with one hand, clenched a fist with the other, slammed into each other, and said to himself, "Well... there can't be a next time. Senior brother means that there can be many times?"

Thinking of this, all doubts were dispelled.

The young man in red suddenly realized, and the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper.

He happily carried his hands on his back, humming a song that was out of tune, and chased after his back.

......

For the next half-day, Zongluo locked himself in the place where Guigu healed his wounds.

The location of the ice cellar hidden on the mountain wall is extremely ingenious. There are not only bottles and jars, holy medicines left by various generations of ghost valleys, but also the cold jade bed, which is a universal treasure for healing.

Strictly speaking, Zong Luo's injury is not an actual injury.

On the Hanyu bed, internal force is used to heal wounds and dredge the meridians, which is more effective.

Of course, before that, you have to give yourself a medicine.

With a cold face, he went to the hot spring in the back mountain of Ghost Valley, endured the dull pain of boiling hot water over the wound, cleaned himself up, and then dragged his tired body back to the ice cellar.

Unexpectedly, someone was waiting on the Hanyu bed early.

Seeing him coming, Yu Beizhou rolled over lazily with a sweet smile: "Senior brother."

Zong Luo didn't even look at him, and went straight to find what he wanted on the shelf made of ice.

"Is Senior Brother looking for this?"

The hot arm was spared from behind, and a fine white jade porcelain vase was clutched on the knuckles with distinct joints, and there was a scarlet label on the top.

This is what Zong Luo was looking for.

Guigu disciples' magic medicine for wound healing is divided into an internal version for treating trauma and an external version.

Injuries from bruises in martial arts practice are the most basic, so this one has gone through hundreds of years of research. .

"Bring it."

Seeing the prince in white spread his palm towards him, Yu Beizhou smiled especially maliciously.

He held the white jade porcelain bottle, and the moment his fingertips touched the latter's slightly cold palm, his fist suddenly turned into a palm. Pull it in front of yourself.

Zong Luo never expected that this stinky brother would regain his inner strength so quickly.

He didn't notice for a while, staggered and was pulled forward two steps, plunged into the embrace that was definitely not gentle, and his knees hit the bone-chilling cold jade bed, and the bones were hurt by the chrome.

"I'll help senior brother get medicine."

The young man in red weighed the slightly thin weight on his body with dissatisfaction. One hand firmly fixed the person, and the other hand slid in front of him along the scar on the other's shoulder, and unscrewed the jade stopper of the medicine bottle.

Zong Luo struggled for a while, but to no avail, he acquiesced.

More intimate things have been done, and it's just the last medicine, and it can't be considered out of bounds.

He thought to himself that there was more than this absurd thing done in the ghost valley.

It also definitely won't be the outrageous last piece.

Yu Beizhou mobilized his inner strength and warmed a ball of medicine with his fingertips. After the solidified paste was completely melted, he smiled and said, "Senior brother should change positions with me, at least let him see that the wound is not right, otherwise how can I apply the medicine? "

Zongluo: "..."

Zongluo: "Give me the bottle and I'll bring it myself."