Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Broken walls and ruins, beacon fires and smoke, a mess.

On the battlefield where blood and fire were intertwined, the young man stood on the mountain of corpses.

His red clothes were full of gaps, revealing the pale skin and mottled bloodstains behind him, and he said, "Can you forgive me, brother?" The smile was as bright as usual.

It was like showing Zongluo his dying self just for an unintentional remark.

"...You clearly know that Zong Ruichen kept you here on purpose."

Seeing him like this, Zongluo couldn't hold back his anger any longer: "He keeps saying he hates me, but he runs to his own death without saying a word, Yu Beizhou, do you think you are noble?"

Yu Beizhou sighed and cut off the long arrow in his heart, frowning at the blood on his hand: "But only in this way, senior brother will forgive me."

Zong Ruichen is his senior brother's good brother.

His senior brother attaches great importance to family affection, and it is clear at a glance which is more important than sibling affection and an outsider.

Yu Beizhou said so, what else did Zongluo not understand?

He was so proud, even apologizing, in this way.

Perhaps only when I have a high fever, weakness, confusion, and no strength at hand, will I just confide in a sorry sentence.

Totally crazy. madman.

"Go...you give me go!"

Zong Luo was trembling all over. He flew off the horse, grabbed the man's arm, stepped into the air, and landed on the back of Zhao Yebai's horse.

Yu Beizhou's original hot arm was now incredibly cold, even colder than his hand, making one's fingertips cringe.

"Kill!"

Farther away, the horns of the army company battalion were deafeningly shouting.

The entire army of the right battalion was wiped out, which did not mean that Zongluo did not attract the line of fire when he passed through the middle battalion.

His helmet had long since fallen there, and his white hair was exposed.

Not to mention him, even Zhao Yebai had a lot of blood on his body.

Not far away, Wu Ya Ya's army gathered on the border between the sky and the dimly lit land.

The greedy and bloodthirsty eyes flickered under the iron armor, and the thirsty and bloodthirsty humming of swords and guns could be heard from a distance.

Wei Guo has already issued a wanted order. The head of the Dayuan Prince is worth ten thousand gold, and he has been named a marquis and a noble, and has everything.

And what they have to do now is to break out of this army.

If Yu Beizhou still retains combat power, he may be able to fight. However, the former is now on the verge of death, and Zongluo has to protect him.

Every time the army took a step toward this direction, death was a step closer.

Even though he knew that his death was imminent and his life was not long, Yu Beizhou was still stubborn: "Brother just wants to show his heroic spirit and bring an oil bottle to death? Why don't you put your brother on the ground and delay for a while? Time, it's all about dying anyway..."

"Shut up." Zong Luo said coldly.

His eyes were red, and he took out the bottle of wound medicine from Zhanlu Jian Qiankun from the front of his shirt, twisted the bottle three times tremblingly, and then poured the pale yellow powder into the huge blood hole in Yu Beizhou's heart. .

This person can live to this day, but it is supported by a deep inner strength.

The heart is so broken that it can no longer be seen, what is the use of protecting the heart?

Yu Beizhou froze.

It's not that this bottle of medicine is trying to bind flesh and blood but it doesn't help because the wound is too large, but because of the tears rolling down the eyes of the white-robed prince.

Crystal clear, hot, hung on the eyelashes, and fell to Yu Beizhou's fingertips.

It was like the most ferocious poison in the world, and one drop was enough to kill someone.

"...if you die, I will never forgive you in my life."

The white-clothed prince wiped away his tears. He took a deep look at Yu Beizhou and pulled the reins.

Zhan Lu slammed out of the scabbard, the body of the sword reflected like snow-white light, and with the killing intent of Sen Han, he rushed towards the front of the overwhelming enemy formation.

"Kill it!" "Kill it!" The shouts soared into the sky.

The two, one horse and one sword, rushed towards the army without showing any signs of cowardice.

"Cough cough cough..."

Perhaps because the horse's back was too bumpy, the young man in red kept coughing behind him.

Every time he coughed, shards of viscera and blood were spit out from his mouth, splashing down on Zong Luo's back, dyeing his good white clothes bloody.

However, Yu Beizhou was still smiling.

Not only was he laughing, his chest was shaking, but he also stretched out his arms, hugged the waist of the person in front of him tightly, and buried his hairy head covered with gunpowder and dust in Zong Luo's shoulder.

He leaned into the ear of the prince in white: "Senior brother, are you afraid, afraid that I will die?"

In the past, Zong Luo's annoying words were annoying, but at this moment, they were unbelievable. He even hoped that Yu Beizhou would say more and never close this annoying mouth.

Yu Beizhou's voice was morbid and content: "I'm happy, really happy."

He had never seen Zong Luo cry.

Whether it is Zong Luo who committed suicide in his previous life, or Zong Luo who has been tortured and miserable in this life.

He worked hard to stay, the immortals who are high above, have always been strong.

In the last life, Zong Luo quietly killed himself in a place where Yu Beizhou could not intervene. Life and death had nothing to do with him from beginning to end, let alone joys and sorrows.

However, in this life, this tear was shed for him.

Even though he knew that his life was going to die soon, Yu Beizhou was still rejoicing at this realization.

"Those things... Throne, identity, I didn't give you alms, Senior Brother."

Zong Luo had just chopped down a charge cavalry when he heard the man wrap his arms around his waist, whispering in his ear the words obscured by the wind: "I am willing to give it to you."

Yu Beizhou is not a good person, he is so wise and close to a demon, he is so blatantly bad that he can take advantage of everything.

He said that if Zong Luo owes him, the more guilty he feels, the more he can't leave him.

But for the first time, he finally let go of this stubbornness in a sober state and told the truth.

Zongluo didn't think he was aloof, this reckless son who was so arrogant that he ignored the heavens, the earth, the ghosts, and the gods, was actually extremely humble at this moment.

"Senior brother has always been very good and deserves the best of everything."

"...I only have these, I can only give this to my brother."

Yu Beizhou didn't know what kind of emotion this was, so people just wanted to give him everything they had.

Maybe it was love, maybe it was dedication. Just like the shackles that Zongluo understands, they are indeed shackled, as if they are deeply in love but do not know it.

"Senior brother is right, I don't understand love."

Yu Beizhou hopes to put the most intense emotions he has tasted on this splendid and unsullied immortal.

As for what this emotion was, he didn't know.

Yu Beizhou in the dark room didn't know it, Yu Beizhou, who had infinite scenery in the imperial city, didn't know it, and Yu Beizhou, who was on the throne, didn't know. Yu Beizhou, who went back in time, didn't know, and Yu Beizhou, who told the truth impulsively, didn't know, until now, he still doesn't know.

No one had ever told him what was more torment than hatred for wanting to be nice to someone for no reason. So he felt anxious about it, fighting like a trapped beast, still not knowing why.

Hate is the strongest emotion that Yu Beizhou possesses.

He's used to turning pain into pleasure, so he's used to turning all emotions into hate.

No one taught him why his heart beats because of another person, no one taught Yu Beizhou what love is, not even Zong Luo who woke him up.

Zongluo only said Yu Beizhou, you fell in love with me.

But what is love?

From childhood to adulthood, no one has given Yu Beizhou this thing. .

So he is stubborn, just as he understands pain as pleasure, and stubbornly understands hate as love.

"I didn't run away, I didn't understand, and I'll never learn."

Yu Beizhou said: "So...I still hate you."

In fact, he couldn't hear too many voices, the sounds of hunting wind, shouting and killing, and the voices that were about to stab at him in the next second but were blocked by Zhan Lu, all of them went away from him.

However, the young man in red was still struggling to hold his eyelids, his dark pupils showed a dying look of laxity, and he wanted to take a closer look at the person in front of him.

The profile of the prince in white is as cold and hard as a silent iceberg, like a silent statue.

If his hot tears hadn't continued to fall on Yu Beizhou's palm.

Some people have a very sweet mouth, say sweet words, and do all things that hurt you.

Some people say unpleasant words, are stubborn and proud, and have a hard mouth for a lifetime, but they give everything for you and do things that love you.

"Thorn-"

Zhan Lu waved and fell again and again.

Zong Luo's hands were already numb.

His entire hand, from forearm to forearm, was unconscious from swinging the sword too many times. There were also numerous, countless wounds on his body.

Countless soldiers and cavalry were passing through the border like locusts, and they came up continuously. The Dayuan army who came to rescue him also arrived immediately and joined the battle.

There are too many people on the battlefield.

Occasionally, cold arrows will be shot from unforeseen places, and there will always be times when they cannot be taken care of.

Seeing that an arrow was about to hit the back of Yu Beizhou, at the critical moment, a dark mass swooped down from the sky, and its wide wings swept the arrow away and let out a whimper.

In the bloody field of vision, Zong Luo barely reached out his hand to catch the ugly eagle.

Zhao Yebai seemed to be able to sense it too, let out an angry roar, and rushed forward like a madman.

I don't know how long it took, and finally successfully broke through the densest blockade.

They ran wildly in the wilderness, and in this vast world, with blood all over their bodies, they left all the fighting behind.

Yu Beizhou, who had been babbling all the time, lost his voice.

Zong Luo's heart tightened, and he hurriedly stopped Zhao Yebai in front of a puddle, struggling to get the man off the horse.

The bottle of magic medicine is very useful, the blood hole on the outside has been adhered, but the heart that has been penetrated inside still maintains the appearance of damage.

"Don't bother."

Yu Beizhou pulled away a tired smile: "It's useless..."

Zong Luo did not speak. The solitary brocade box was thrown to the ground by him, and the contents of the box were fiercely stuffed into the blood-filled mouth of the red-clothed youth.

Yu Beizhou opened his eyes wide and looked stunned.

No one knows the meaning of this elixir better than each other.

But what's the use? Zong Luo fell to his knees on the ground.

Cultivating vitality is solid, clearing the heart and improving eyesight, who knows if it has the effect of life-saving and healing.

No more pride.

Two people who are equally proud and unwilling to bow their heads, in this vast wilderness, with scars all over the place, kneeling down and admitting defeat, like two embarrassed lost dogs.

"tell me."

The white hair flowed out and scattered on the chest of the young man in red: "Which immortal tomb in the Great Wilderness did you find the immortal method of going back in time?"

Ah, this is incredible. Yu Beizhou thought casually.

"Senior brother... come closer and I'll tell you."

He touched the white hair and waved weakly, but when the latter approached, he suddenly pulled him off and kissed the pale, trembling thin lips fiercely.

It was a short and feeble kiss.

After doing all this, as if the prank had succeeded, Yu Beizhou laughed uncontrollably. Every time he laughed, the color of the blood on his chest became a little darker, and he couldn't stop.

He leaned on Zong Luo's shoulder and dyed the last piece of cloth that was not stained with blood on the white-robed prince's body red.

"I lied to you. Senior brother... You are still so easy to lie."

In the previous life, Yu Beizhou entered the immortal tomb alone, relying on the good fortune of heaven, he was able to survive nine deaths, and then he obtained the legendary immortal method.

He finally changed this person from the cold appearance in the ice coffin, back to the appearance in front of him, who could jump, jump, be angry with him and even cry... Now he is going to die, if this person is in front of him People go to the immortal tomb to toss without knowing their lives, but who can save the person in front of them?

With such vague thoughts, blood-stained fingertips ran across Zong Luo's trembling lips.

Yu Beizhou's gradually blurred vision tightly locked the figure of the person in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance in his mind, imprint it to the deepest part of his soul, and bring it to the endless darkness after death.

It was not until the hand fell to the ground and the pupils were completely distracted that Zong Luo woke up like a log.

The leaden sky pressed down.

Yu Beizhou died. Died in Zong Luo's arms.

The last sentence he left to Zong Luo was: "Senior brother, I hate you so much."

At this moment, as if time had frozen forever, Zong Luo could finally understand the emotions that were enough to cause people to collapse. Understand that this madman is different from a normal person, and he has no words to say until his death.

Yu Beizhou's hatred is love.

For him who doesn't know love, hate is love of course.

His hatred was not only the most intense hate in the world, but also the most intense love.

Hate is the strongest kind of love.