The enemy has a crush on me

When the myriad trees in Hengshan were blooming, there was such a short-sighted flower that fell on his head.

This is really a reckless act that can shock the Three Realms. If the gods and Buddhas in the sky see it, they will definitely change their faces, and they will surround this little flower that is ignorant, ignorant, and fearless, and ask involuntarily: "Have you eaten the bear's heart and leopard's guts?" Lah, how dare you provoke this killer? !

But there was no one around him, so he took the flowers and put them in his hands.

The pale petals were stained as cinnabar by the fresh blood in the palm.

There was blood on his hands, on his cheeks, on his clothes, and even the landslides that had just touched the soles of his shoes were soaked red with blood.

The strong smell of blood seemed to have penetrated his python robe, which was blacker than ink, and soaked deep into his bones, but there was not a drop of his blood.

Falling flowers match flowing water, he thought for a while, holding the flower, walked to the side of the stream.

The mountain road behind her was fainted with thin bloodstains, which meandered to the edge of the stream and broke under the hem of her clothes.

He crouched down and dipped his palms under the surface of the water.The vermilion petals swirled with the flowing water, the blood color spread into the stream, and when it floated away, only white remained.

A grain of white floats on the stream, like a touch of frost melting in spring.

There are strange flowers in the world, which do not stain an inch of light sand.The jade is made of ice, lying under the snow and Heng Mountain.

A strange flower does not stain, that is what it is talking about.

When the myriad trees bloom, it is also the one that blooms.

Hengshan is famous all over the world for not being dyed, but no one knows that they were just a few nameless flowers that were picked up on a whim by the god of death from outside the mountain.

Standing alone on a piece of scorched earth, looking at it from a distance is very eye-catching.

He didn't know where to plant it, so he picked a mountain at random, found an inconspicuous open space, inserted the flower branch into the ground, and was just about to turn around and leave when he saw the owner of the mountain standing behind him.

The name of that mountain is Mount Heng, and the name of that person is Bai Ze.

He tensed his body subconsciously, his expression should be very scary.

Bai Ze walked to the flower pit, looked at it for a while, and said, this is not a viable flower.

The roots are inserted too deep, the soil is buried too hard, the flowers are planted too densely, and the water is forgotten...

Bai Ze bent down to loosen the soil and water, while murmuring in a low voice. After planting a flower, he raised his head to look at him, handed over another flower, and said, you can try it too.

He froze for a while, squatted down, clumsily followed the gourd, and saw Bai Ze nodded and smiled.

"Isn't this a very good plant?"

This should be well planted, because he climbed Hengshan Mountain for the second time after many years, and at the end of the flower field, he saw Bai Ze, who was the same color as the flower, sitting on a stone bench and taking a nap with his eyes closed, like a painting that should not exist in troubled times. painting.

Bai Ze told him that the reason for planting so many flowers is that the flowering period is too short and the years are too long.

Even if their lives are so long that there is no end in sight, it is the time when the universe is just opening up and the chaos is prehistoric, and only Bai Ze has the leisure to spend tens of thousands of years planting flowers on a mountain.

Buran is the name Bai Ze took, and Bai Ze asked him if he understood what he meant.

He doesn't understand.

The world-renowned mythical beast Bai Ze and Manshan and the strange flowers that are incompatible with the wild and wild are enough to evolve thousands of romantic legends.But the real reason for just one person's whim and one person's passing time is already very trivial.

When sentient beings look at flowers, they no longer look at flowers.

Undyed flowers, undyed flowers, undyed flowers that are as white as snow.

Don't dye flowers, don't dye flowers, don't dye flowers that are as bright as the moon.

Don't dye flowers, don't dye flowers, don't dye flowers until death.

It is as white as unreachable clouds, and it symbolizes the purest love in the world.

Buyan is famous all over the world, but the flower growers have not always been in the mountains.Occasionally, when the war subsided somewhat, Bai Ze would start to travel around, going away with nothing to worry about, and returning empty-handed, bringing back nothing but his mind full of what he had seen and heard.

The flowers bloom beautifully year after year, and he often visits when the trees are blooming, and finds that Bai Zeruo is very depressed just after returning from the mountain.

Until one day Bai Ze was finally in a good mood, and took out from his sleeve a cluster of rich and gorgeous black with a vermilion core.

Bai Ze looked at the flower, then at him, and asked, is it pretty?

He hated red, and hated black even more, so he shook his head.

Buranhua was drifting away in the stream, he recovered from the past and saw Bai Ze sitting in the lower reaches of the stream.

Bai Ze's hair was a bit messy, and he was wearing a blue long gown that he had never worn before. He was holding a pole made of branches, and the other end was tied with a thin rope. yawning.

Coincidentally, the petals that were put into the stream just now were hanging on the fishhook.

The fishing rod was slightly pulled, and Bai Ze sat up straight and raised the fishing rod.

A small white flower hung glaringly from the hook.

Bai Ze looked at the flowers with a disgusted look on his face, and was about to throw them back into the stream, when the tip of his nose twitched slightly, stopped, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully, he probably smelled the smell of blood that hadn't been completely washed off , showing a somewhat surprised expression.

The handsome ancient divine beast held the Buran, looked around the empty surroundings, was stunned, and looked upstream along the stream.

He has already disappeared.Bai Ze looked at the empty upper reaches of the stream, smelled the petals, and realized that the smell of blood seemed to be his hallucination, so he threw the flowers back and continued to fish with his chin in the crystal clear stream.

Undyed flowers, undyed flowers, undyed flowers that are as white as snow.

Don't dye flowers, don't dye flowers, don't dye flowers that are as bright as the moon.

Don't dye flowers, don't dye flowers, don't dye flowers until death.

It is as white as unreachable clouds, and it symbolizes the purest love in the world.

This time, there shouldn't be any telltale signs, because Bai Ze never wore a blue shirt again, nor did he mention the smell of blood that he accidentally smelled on the flowers.

He tilted his head back and downed a glass of wine.

Long is good at drinking, and his alcohol capacity has always been very good.

Bai Ze knew that he was good at wine, and he learned how to make wine at some point, and every time he went up the mountain, he would take out a pot of Baixiangniang to entertain him.

It is called Baixiang, but it is actually brewed with Baihua Budao, and the wine has the sweetness of nectar.

He shouldn't have drunk much, but he saw Bai Ze in a white shirt sitting on the table, and another Bai Ze in a green shirt walked briskly in the distance.

That blue shirt looked familiar, and he subconsciously looked down at his skirt to confirm that he didn't smell bloody on his body today.

Bai Ze in white shirt saw his expression, turned his head, and naturally called Bai Ze in green shirt to come and sit down.

Bai Ze in white shirt said to Bai Ze in green shirt: He is Ying Long.

He is Ying Long.

He had heard of his own name before, and never thought that he would be on pins and needles because of Bai Ze's short words.

In this prehistoric world where the strong are respected, if there is someone, it is the last thing to provoke.

In the Three Realms where the violence is rampant, if someone is the most violent and bloodthirsty.

His name should be Ying Long.

Bai Ze in the blue shirt had a bored look on his face, but when he heard his name, he slightly opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at him.

He had never seen Bai Ze showing such a frivolous expression, so he looked away.

The blue-clothed Bai Ze followed him and shifted his gaze to the white-clothed Bai Ze's face, then slowly moved back, raised his eyebrows, and sat down.

Bai Ze in white shirt nodded, then turned his head, smiling as calmly as ever:

Ying Long, this is Qing Ze, my younger brother.He is only a few thousand years old, and he always likes to run around, so you happened to be away the last few times you came.

Having said that, Bai Ze paused for a moment, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face: he is still young and has a willful temper, if he offends you, don't argue with him too much.

Ying Long listened carefully, then turned his head and looked into Qing Ze's eyes.

The corners of Qing Ze's mouth were obviously upturned, but he wasn't smiling.

——Sharp and mean malice surged in his blue eyes.