The enemy has a crush on me

I am the ancient mythical beast Qing Ze, born on the top of Mount Heng.

When I was born, it was the end of the prehistoric period, most of the gods who created the world were exhausted and perished, the Three Realms were just formed, and all races were in chaos, ruled by the few remaining ancient gods.

Suddenly one day, a girl from the monster race entered Mount Heng, as if she was fleeing from disaster.She was exhausted, but was trapped by the Hengshan Entrance Formation, unable to get out.I saw that she fit my eyes and was too boring, so I kindly helped her.

The banshee smiled when she saw me and thanked me repeatedly.I seldom help others. This is the first time I know that it feels so good to be grateful.

Mo Xie, Mo Xie, if you encounter me in a bad mood, it is common for you to refuse to save me.

The banshee walked out of the formation with me, and I pointed to the flowers and trees all over the mountains and plains in front of me, and said to her: "Go out from here, and you will reach the other side of the mountain. I have heard enough thanks for this journey, let's go. "

The banshee still wanted to thank her, so I got tired of hearing it, so I turned around and left.

Before I took two steps, a thin and long hand stabbed me straight through my abdomen.The fingernails were extremely long and were as red as Koudan.

Seeing me fall down, the banshee said: "I thought I was going to die. I didn't expect that God helped me. Brother, I think you are handsome and a good person. You must think that I am very bad, but you got down Hell, if you report my name, you will know that it is not a grievance to die under my hands."

I asked, "What's your name?"

She was quite proud, she seemed sure that she would startle me if she said it, and said: "I am Kochia."

never heard of that.

I lay on the ground and looked at her with sincere eyes, hoping that she could read my blankness from my eyes.The banshee couldn't help but her complexion changed slightly, seeing the gurgling blood flowing from the wound on my abdomen, she took a breath, and said again: "Hmph! What are you looking at! Wait until I take your inner alchemy and see if you still survive! "

I humbly asked her for advice: "You killed me because of my inner alchemy?"

She smiled and said, "That's right, I killed you precisely for your inner alchemy."

I still couldn't figure it out, so I asked again: "I saved you, but you want to take my inner alchemy?"

While stretching out her hand to pull me up, she reached into my pierced stomach with the other hand and groped it, sticking it to my ear, her tone of voice was like a love story: "If people do not do it for themselves, heaven and earth will destroy it. The inner alchemy is a great tonic. Just treat it as if you are saving people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west."

I have never heard such logic before, and I thought it was very novel for a while, but I also felt that it made some sense.

The banshee groped for a while, but her expression gradually changed.She looked horrified, as if she couldn't believe it: "You, you...!"

I said, "What's wrong with me?"

Her pupils shrunk into small gold grains, and her voice almost broke when she spoke: "Why don't you have an inner alchemy?!"

Although her reaction was really interesting, I was also tired from playing, and I slapped her flying with my palm. Seeing her bleeding from all orifices, I didn't seem to realize what happened.

Just a joke, where did the ancient mythical beast come from?

The wound she pierced healed in a few seconds. I regretted that I broke a piece of clothing. I imitated her movement and inserted my hand into her abdominal cavity. I didn't have sharp and long nails like hers, so I had to use more strength.She couldn't move and watched me take out her inner alchemy.

I put the bead in my hand and played with it for a while, and after a little effort, I saw that it was covered with fine and dense cracks.The stronger the strength in my hands, the more painful Kochia's expression became. She lay on the ground moaning/groaning in pain, as if she was suffering from torture that would make life worse, which made me so impatient.

After I completely smashed the inner alchemy that was originally surging with spiritual power into powder in front of her, and let it scatter in the wind with a wave of my hand, I calmly said: "I am the divine beast Qing Ze, if you If you go to hell and report my name, you will know that it is not a grievance to die under my hands."

She looked at it without blinking, her eyes were scarlet, and she was crying blood.

As I approached step by step, she suddenly uttered a sharp scream like a dying beast, and charged back at me like a thunderbolt.That was probably the last strength she had in her life, and there was a whirring sound as she moved.In my opinion, the fluttering red water sleeves are like butterfly wings, which will fall apart when folded.

I was born in Qingze, and all things are like ants to me.

I grabbed her wrist and forcefully poured some magic power, the tendons on her body were broken, and the delicate pores began to ooze blood.She opened her mouth to speak, but the flames in her eyes went out. It turned out that she had finally run out of fuel and died completely.

I lowered her wrist, fascinated by the blood oozing from her body.The blood that flows is fresh and vivid.She was barely noticeable when she was alive, but she was so charming when she was dead.

My hand was also dripping the blood on her body, and I licked it, which was both fishy and sweet.

It turns out that this is the smell of killing - both fishy and sweet.

Later, I often said that this was the opportunity for me to lure all races in the Three Realms to slaughter each other, and they all thought I was talking nonsense.

Among the various races, I am the only one who has no intention of provoking the Protoss.It's not that I have deep kinship, but that I know not to gnaw hard bones.The rest of the tribes said that I was worse than the rumored demons, that I was scheming, and that I was a war criminal and a beast without conscience, but I just wanted to do something interesting enough, and I never forced anyone Raise the butcher knife.They refused to admit the greed and violence rooted in their blood, so they blamed everything on me.

After making waves like this, seeing all kinds of things in the world, the originally interesting things began to become boring again.I am most afraid of being bored, so I lost my initial enthusiasm.

Later I went back to the top of Mount Heng and saw a man drinking tea.

This person is dressed in a white costume, with white cloud-climbing shoes on his feet, and a white fan with silver silk in his hand. He is full of immortality without words.The most important thing is - he and I are born nine points alike.

He said his name was Bai Ze and he was my brother.

I am a born brother who has no father or mother. Where did I come from?

He tapped the ground with his toes, and pointed to the sky with his fingers, saying that he was born on the same mountain rock, and had the same origin as me, but there was a difference in age.

He also said that he was tired of seeing the mountains without stains, and decided to travel all over the three realms and know the appearance of all things.Once I went this time, I went there for a long time, and only after I came back did I realize that I had a younger brother.

The uninvited cheap brother took out a tea set out of nowhere and greeted me to drink tea with a smile.

I said, since you know you have a younger brother after you come back, do you know what this younger brother has done?

Bai Ze was still sipping his tea, and said, "The life and death of other tribes have nothing to do with me."

I looked at him, wondering.This man seemed elegant, decent, gentle and polite. I thought he was a compassionate and kind saint, but I didn't know that this man was more cold and ruthless than me.

Maybe it's because he really thinks of himself as my brother. He treated me very well and told me many things that I had never heard of.He often talks about etiquette. If I speak vulgarly, he will call me "disrespectful"; if I am disheveled, he will also call me "disrespectful"; Brother, he looked at the mess and called me "disrespectful".

When I learned to kill with dignity, he stopped calling me "disrespectful."

The three monks sat around a stone platform, looking at the chessboard on the stone platform intently, with quiet and lifelike expressions.Now I like to put the killed people in a clean appearance, as if they are not in a chaotic world, but in a quiet and peaceful afternoon.Bai Ze turned a blind eye to this, and still drank tea, kept his seeds clean, and recorded what he saw and heard during his previous travels.

He never took the initiative to kill.On the contrary, if someone sincerely asks him for help, he will help him and listen to the other party's gratitude.Bai Ze helps people regardless of whether the other party is a demon, a monk, a ghost, or a god. If he has done a lot of good deeds, all the tribes will respect him as Lord Bai Ze, saying that he is a man of good luck and auspiciousness. A sage and gentleman who is not stained.

But I know that Bai Ze acts like this only because it is "in line with etiquette".He has absolutely no compassion or care for sentient beings, even if he sees innocent people being massacred wantonly, even if there is a cruel devil standing in front of him, he will not even blink his eyes.

His kindness to people who have nothing to do with him is like treating a chicken, a rabbit, or a grass. Although he does small kindness, he turns a blind eye to the current situation of intrigue, evil, and goodwill.What's more, rather than turning a blind eye, it's better to say that he didn't think there was anything wrong.The more unfair the world is, the more he shows his nobility.

I am the strong who bullies the weak, the powerful who bullies others, and the vested interest in the rules of the game in this world.But no one realizes that Bai Ze is also a vested interest.Just because he looks much better than mine, he will never lose his dignity.

I should be happy, because Bai Ze is indeed a rare, contradictory and interesting god.But sitting on the top of the mountain, I just feel chilled.

Another day, a man in a black python robe came to Mount Heng to visit Bai Ze.

Bai Ze mentioned him, he is Ying Long.

Yinglong is an existence that is incompatible with other gods. He was born in the early prehistoric period and has strong mana. No matter how surly he is, it is not surprising.But he doesn't seem to disdain to fight against other races, and he often fights with the gods.

At this time, most of the ancient protoss are extinct, and the number of protoss is not much.They are both gods, no matter what conflicts they have, they will always give each other a little bit of sympathy, give each other a step and go down, euphemistically called "for the stability of the clan", only Ying Long, although he seldom makes a move, but once he makes a move, Those protoss were either dead or injured.

So all the gods said he was rebellious.

But Ying Long, who is notorious among the Protoss, has a close personal relationship with Bai Ze, who is well-known all over the world.Don't say that the protoss next to you can't figure it out, even I am a little curious.

When Bai Ze heard that Ying Long was visiting, he was in a good mood and had a mincemeal feast.It was rare for him not to prepare tea this time, so he brought a jade pot.Ying Long is addicted to alcohol, this is a pot of Passion Wine specially prepared for him.

I also took a few sips from Dongfeng, and it tasted very good, but it was too sweet.

Ying Long is a much more boring person than I imagined, his personality is not as dazzling as his appearance, most of the time he is silent, and whenever Bai Ze talks about interesting things, he will soften his expression.He had drank some wine before, and when he lowered his eyelids, a faint blush could be seen at the end of his eyes.

This man bears such a famous name for no reason, but when he first met him, he was so harmless to humans and animals.

He may not have heard my name before, but Bai Ze introduced it to him, and he didn't react too much. He just nodded at me, as if even pulling the corners of his mouth was a rather cramped exercise due to lack of practice. matter.

Ying Long was always in a hurry and never stayed on the mountain for a long time, but every time he came, he would definitely bring two jars of wine and present them to Bai Ze.

If he goes down the mountain, he will leave for a long, long time, so long that I am sure he will never come again.

But he will definitely appear again when the flowers of Hengshan Mountain are blooming, holding two jugs of wine in his hand.

Once I carefully discerned the slightly raised lines on the bottom of the altar and recognized the word "Dragon Saliva", only then did I realize that this is the world-famous Ambergris wine.

I shook my head, such a good wine, what a pity.Bai Ze didn't like wine, so he had no choice but to drink tea. Every time he put away the ambergris with a smile, he never opened a pot, and never drank a sip.Except for the ones that I begged for and got into my stomach, the rest were piled up in his storage ring and moldy.

I asked Bai Ze why he didn't drink.

Bai Ze said that he was afraid of getting drunk.

Ambergris is much stronger than Passion Brew, and I didn't understand what Bai Ze meant until I got drunk alone.

Bai Ze was afraid of getting drunk, it would be disrespectful to be drunk.

Hengshan is huge, but smaller than the Three Realms.In the past few years, I loved to make trouble outside, but then I lost interest, and I didn't even bother with this mountain, which I don't know whether it is big or small.