The enemy has a crush on me

The past is still vivid in my mind, but I didn't expect it to be hundreds of years later.

The valley where the Demon Emperor lives is not far from Beidi, but he needs to pass through the garrison area of ​​the immortal clan. In order to prevent the fairy clan and ghost clan from knowing the news of the demon god Qingjun leaving the city and taking the opportunity to surprise Beidi, the trip was low-key, and the three of them hid their breath , Pulled a carriage and pretended to be an ordinary traveler.

Anping sat in front of Yu and steered the horse, while Demon God and Qingjun sat in the carriage.

The withered and thick trees on both sides of the road flew past the curtain.

Qing Ze held the grass stalk in his mouth, and looked at Yin Luo who was sitting on the other side of the carriage with his chin resting - this man was really annoying, and he was only given one ear.

He thinks that he has done everything to please Yin Luo during this period of time, and he has done everything he should to be handsome. One is to apologize, and the other is to surrender. It can clear up the suspicion.

But Yin Luo's attitude towards him became more and more strange, except for discussing business affairs, when he was in the same room with him, he just sat on the sidelines.

Are they already in such a business-like relationship?

Rationally, he felt that it was a miraculous good thing for Yin Luo to cheer up every day, but emotionally, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment being kicked away by a heartless man who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

Walking to the middle of the road, the carriage stopped, with a click, and the front of the carriage lightened.

It must have arrived at a post station, and Anping jumped off the carriage to feed the horses with water.

Outside the curtain, you can hear the sound of galloping horseshoes coming and going, voices with a southern accent, crunching footsteps, and iron hammering, all of which are not too loud and sparse.

There was still a dead silence in the carriage.

Qingze sat bored for a while, vomited the sputum, bowed and lifted the curtain, and was about to take a step when Chen heard behind him: "...Are you going down?"

Qing Ze froze for a moment, then turned his head.

Yin Luo was sitting by the window, all the way looking out of the window, the eyes moved back, looking at him, seemed a little uneasy.

It's really strange, I didn't say a word along the way, I thought I was going to have a cold war with myself, and when I was about to get out of the car, I looked like I didn't want to leave by myself.

Qing Ze said: "Yeah, I'm bored after sitting in the car for a long time, go down and take a walk."

Yin Luo said: "..."

Qing Ze fell to the ground, took two steps, turned his head, and glanced at Yin Luo, who got out of the carriage after him and was standing beside the carriage. He really didn't understand what he was thinking.

Forget it, no matter what he was thinking, he had been sitting for a long time, and he happened to walk around to exercise his muscles and bones.

Turning around, he held a grasshopper in his hand. As he walked, he saw Anping holding a sickle and a basket in his hand.

Speaking of which, ever since he saw this little devil again in the Devil's Palace, he has been secretly gritting his teeth and looking very uncomfortable with him, not at all like he was holding his leg and begging him to take it with him back then.

Look, it's the expression now.

It's hard to tell whether it's an expression of disgust, disgust, sadness, unwillingness, or nostalgia.

Didn't he just break his weapon when he was leaving? To have held grudges for such a long time is really a small belly.

Qing Ze walked over leisurely, looked at the sickle in his hand, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Anping walked forward with the sickle in hand, and asked, "What does it have to do with you?"

Qing Ze was angry: "I am now a united front with you, why do you still treat me like an enemy?"

Anping said: "I don't regard you as an enemy, I just hate you."

Qing Ze said: "Little devil, I know who hit you back then..."

Anping seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Qing Ze almost bumped into him, stopped in his tracks, frowned and said, "What are you doing—"

But Anping suddenly turned around and interrupted him: "Qingjun, why are you wandering around? Where is your father?"

Qing Ze said: "He should be in the carriage...he has legs, how would I know?"

Anping cursed secretly, stuffed the sickle into Qingze's arms, dropped the bamboo basket and ran back.

Sure enough, I saw Yin Luo in the restaurant next to the station.

An Ping ran over with his face changed drastically, slapped the cup held up by Yin Luo flying away, and looked at him panting.

The small porcelain cup fell to the ground and shattered.

Yin Luo looked at the porcelain cup broken on the ground and frowned, as if quite displeased.

Raising his head, he found that it was the demon general who was traveling with him, suppressed his anger, and asked doubtfully, "An'er?"

An Ping said: "Father, this trip is to discuss with the Demon Emperor about the death of the Ghost King. This is a big matter, so it is not appropriate to overthink it."

Yin Luo said: "..."

Anping stood where he was, clenched his fists tightly.

Yin Luo was stunned for a moment, then opened the lid of the jug on the table, and said, "An'er, what I drink is water."

Anping paused for a moment, took it up and smelled it, and smelled it again, and opened his eyes slightly.

Seeing that Yin Luo was still looking up at him, Anping put down the jug, took two steps back, and knelt down on one knee: "My son is getting closer."

Yin Luo shook his head, slightly raised his hand to signal Anping to stand up, looked in the direction of the devil, and said, "An'er, have you seen Qing Jun?"

Anping said: "I didn't see it."

Yin Luo nodded, looking a little disappointed.

Anping stood next to Yin Luo for a while, and when he calmed down, he remembered that he had left the basket and sickle for picking grass on Qingze's place.

This post station does not sell fodder for retail investors, it only supplies officials, and they have to find places to dig by themselves.

He was hesitating whether he should put Yin Luo here or go back to cut hay for the horse, but he saw that Qing Ze had already walked back with a basket of grass.

As expected of the Qingjun of the Celestial Realm, even if he didn't understand the situation at the beginning, his hands and feet were surprisingly fast.

Anping put away his expression, walked towards Qingze, and prepared to take the bamboo basket without saying a word.

Couldn't catch it.

Turning his gaze up from the bamboo basket, he realized that Qing Ze was looking at him with a half-smile.

"...Thank you Qingjun." Anping said.

Only then did Qingze let go of his hand, and Ruzi gave him a teachable look.

After feeding the horse grass, it was discovered that the horse's horseshoe had been nailed through a piece, and it was stunned from the gap.

To continue on the road, you have to change horses.

Anping went to return the sickle and bamboo basket, and Qingze was bargaining with the owner of the inn—maybe because he was really bored.

Yin Luo took a look, and walked to the more lively place inside alone.

After taking two steps, I saw a small bookstall.The man who guards the bookstall is a little dumb boy, and when others ask the price, they can only use gestures.A young girl was squatting in front of the stall talking to him, as if they were very familiar.

Most of the books in places like this are not academic classics but legend interpretations and folk picture albums. You can tell whose story is being told just by looking at the cover.

Yin Luo stopped and looked around.

When the little dumb boy saw a guest coming, he danced and gestured.The young girl also turned her face away and said, "Guest! Do you want to buy a book?"

She was born with almond eyes, red cheeks, and puff-like face, which is very delicate and cute.

Yin Luo originally wanted to shake his head, but his gaze suddenly fell on a picture book with a blue cover.

The title of the book is very tacky, and the picture on the cover is also very tacky, but the shape of the person in the picture looks familiar no matter how you look at it.

Yin Luo squatted down, picked up the book, before opening it, the young girl got excited first.

"Guest! Have discernment!" she said, "This is my favorite book!"

"Look at the cover, isn't he handsome! He is the legendary Nine Heavens Qingjun, the one who defeated the Demon God in the battle of Tianzhu!"

Yin Luo nodded, pointed to another person on the cover and said, "This is?"

The young girl said: "This is Fairy Feather Butterfly."

Yin Luo frowned: "What Fairy Feather Butterfly?"

The young girl held her chin dreamily, and said angrily: "Oh, it's that fairy Feather Butterfly who was stunned to see her dancing at the Yaochi birthday banquet where Lord Tianzun turned [-] years old."

"..." Yin Luo said, "Are you dumbfounded?"

The little boy said: "That's right, you can open it up and have a look, if you like it, you can buy it again."

Yin Luo hesitated, and opened the pages one by one.

On the first page, there is a beautiful female fairy with wide sleeves and fluttering fireflies dancing gracefully, like a colorful butterfly in her movements.

The second page is a fairy feast in the lotus pond, where the golden sun is shining brightly, and the white mist is floating among the jade railings.

On the third page, a young man in a well-dressed suit is sitting at a banquet beside the pool embankment, looking at the dancing fairy in the center of the pool.

The fourth page is the booing fairy officials and generals, transformed into the sound waves on the paper.

On the fifth page, one person dances a sword and the other raises his sleeves in the lotus pond.

Yin Luo turned it very slowly, and after she finished, the girl said: "It is said that after this dance of swords and butterflies, Qing Jun and Fairy Yu Die made a private decision for life. Fairy Yudie also rejected all the suitors' confession, and waited for Qingjun with deep affection. Some people say that the reason why Qingjun is so devoted to killing demons is because he promised Fairy Yudie in private that on the day when the evil is eradicated, It's time to marry her."

"Oh——" the girl covered her face while talking, "It's so romantic!"

She was clearly not at the scene, and she spoke so vividly and vividly, as if she had witnessed it with her own eyes.

Yin Luo imagined that scene for a while, and his eyelashes trembled in anger.

After a while, the girl came back to her senses and said, "Customer, do you want to buy it?"

Yin Luo shook his head.

What book to buy.He wished he hadn't read the book or heard the story.

The girl's expression froze for a moment, and she said, "If you want to buy it, can, I can give you a cheaper one."

Yin Luo still shook his head.

The girl hurriedly said again: "This set of books is very popular, people who bought it before can queue up, but this is the last one here. Customers, buy it back!"

Yin Luo was even more unhappy when he heard it, and he refused to shake his head, holding the book and going to play it back.

The girl tried to persuade her several times, but found that Yin Luo's attitude was very decisive, and finally slumped down in frustration, and said softly, "I knew it..."

Yin Luo was slightly taken aback: "What do you know?"

The girl said: "I knew that no one would buy this book again... This is my favorite book, you don't know what it is..."

Yin Luo said: "Isn't this set of books very popular?"

The girl said: "...So, I've said it all, it used to be...the last one left, no one has been interested in it for a while."

Yin Luo was about to ask why, but he reacted a second before he could speak.

It was a scandal that shocked the Three Realms that Qingjun, the former number one god of war in the heavens, defected to the demons. How could anyone be willing to buy a love album featuring him.

He knew that Qingze's public support to him would ruin his reputation for many years, but he didn't expect that he would still feel sad for Qingze when faced with such a shock.

Yin Luo thought for a while, changed his mind, and picked up the book.

Qing Ze had just finished practicing his bargaining skills when Yin Luo came back.

Anping said that he needed to go through formalities to change horses, and he had to wait for an hour, so it was better to go around the border town next to the post station.

It was dusk at this time, and the book stalls, wine shops, and tea shops that had been set up were gradually closed down, and it was really deserted to wait here.

After a little total, we entered the town.

Yin Luo didn't know what he saw when he was alone just now, since he came back, he looked preoccupied, and suddenly stopped while walking in the border town, refusing to leave.

Qing Ze turned around and looked away.

——It’s a small noodle stall.

Qing Ze walked with him all the way in the world, so he naturally knew what Yin Luo meant by standing still, stroked his forehead in his heart, and prepared to say clearly and pretending to be on a whim: "Wow, look at this Small noodle stall, for some reason, I suddenly want to go in."

But Yin Luo held back and held back, worked hard for a long time, looked at him in an extremely jerky and unnatural tone, and said, "Song Qingze... let's go in and eat noodles."

Qing Ze was taken aback.

Could it be that Taiyang was able to express his desire accurately by poking Yin Luo with the quilt on the west side.

After Yin Luo said that, he stood there a little discouraged, as if he meant to obey the fate of heaven.

It was rare for him to open his mouth, Qingze would have no reason to disagree, he dragged someone into the noodle stall, and said to the bustling waiter, "Three bowls of small noodles!"

The guy said: "Okay!"

Then I found a table, sat down and waited slowly.

After all, a border town is no better than a city. There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons in the noodle restaurant, and there are people in brocade shirts and blue hair.

Because the table they were sitting at was close to the street, and there was a beggar lying beside them.

After listening unfocused, I could vaguely hear voices from a table in the distance who seemed to be discussing them.

Following the sound, it turned out to be the young girl at the bookstall.

"Don't say that Lord Qing is bad in front of me! Lord Qing went undercover to the Demon Race, and Fairy Yudie is still waiting for him to go back—when he kills the Demon God, he will be able to marry Fairy Yudie! At that time, You guys who misunderstood him should apologize to him!"

"You really treat Qingjun as a lover? Does he know who you are?" a man in a yellow shirt said, "If he hadn't really fallen into the devil's way, why would Tianzun kneel in Chaoyang for three days, just because he mistrusted him? Atonement?"

A young man with a wretched appearance said: "Is he willing to kill the demon god? I heard that Qingjun suddenly joined the demon clan because he and the demon god fell in love."

The man in the yellow shirt asked, "Really?"

The wretched youth said: "That's what they all say."

The girl said: "...you, what are you talking about? He is a man, and the demon god is also a man. How could he be good?"

The lame man said: "Men and men can also have sex, you don't understand."

"I know!" A boy who was about the same age as the woman raised his hand, "It is said in the book that some men in the world naturally like men and dislike women, they are called Duanxiu!"

The man in the yellow shirt was skeptical, and looked left and right: "Impossible? I know about the broken sleeve. But if that Qingjun is really broken, how come there are so many beautiful gods in the heavens, how come there is no rumor about it? The stories of fairies were once popular in the world, right? It didn’t stop in the morning and in the evening, so why would it stop after a few compliments when you’re crusading against demon gods?”

The wretched young man smiled, waved his hands, motioned everyone to get closer, stroked his chin, and said in a low voice: "It is said that the demon god has practiced some kind of sorcery, and he looks full of vigor and majesty. He is actually a man without his clothes. A monster without a girl, with a deformed body. Qingjun led the army to attack Beidi. He was really going to kill the demon god, but he was deliberately seduced by the demon god. He lives in the heavens. Where has he seen such a grotesque appearance? trick."

The girl screamed, moved her head away, and covered her ears: "Hey——that's disgusting!"

The wretched young man pressed his hands down again and again, signaling her to whisper, and said mysteriously: "Where is this? There are even more disgusting ones. None of us knows that the demons have occupied Beidi City for hundreds of years, and the city has long been deserted." , Desolate and uninhabited, how can it compare to the heaven where spirit beasts and immortal officials gather together? Why do you think Qing Jun is so happy to stay in the deep palace guarded by demons without returning to the heaven?"

The lame man asked, "Why?"

The wretched young man said: "That's because, ever since Qingjun surrendered to the demon clan, the demon god took his own body as a reward to Qingjun. I want to have a good time again. I just sing songs every day and sleepless nights, coaxing Qingjun to support him, and he is invincible in battles. Not to mention forgetting that I am the God of War in the past, and I don’t even know where the heavens are. gone."

The girl said angrily: "Nonsense, nonsense... The demon god is born with three heads and six arms, and his appearance is terrifying. Qing Jun is the number one God of War in Jiuchongtian, surrounded by beauties, even if he is not with Fairy Yudie, he must be with someone The handsome and handsome gentleman, you won't be so ruthless!"

"So what if he was born scary? That's a demon god. If one day he wags his tail and begs for mercy at you with that haughty look of looking down on all beings, even a man can't stand it, let alone Qingjun."

The man in the yellow shirt said: "No, it's impossible. The demon god has such a violent temperament, how could he be willing to be subordinated to others?"

The wretched young man said: "Some people are born to like being fucked by men, not to mention being willing to be fucked by others, if they are lustful, they are willing to do whatever they want. So what about the enemies in the past? Didn't they make Qingjun feel pity everywhere? .”

The man in the yellow shirt said: "Stop talking...it makes my heart itch."

The young girl screamed again, stomped her feet, turned and ran away.

The young man said: "The elder sister of the Lin family worships Qingjun very much. You speak so badly of Qingjun, and you don't care about her..."

The man in the yellow shirt said: "Don't worry, she will be fine after going home and crying for two days, children are like this."

The lame man said: "Second brother, where did you get all these weird gossip?"

The wretched man said: "This is not gossip. As far as I know, it is spread among the beggars. This is not the most exaggerated version. You don't know, it is really lifelike among the old whores who play with men. , It sounds like I’ve already played with a Demon God before.”

An Ping opened his arm crossbow with a click, and was about to stand up with red eyes.

He was grabbed by Yin Luo.

"..."

Anping gritted his teeth and looked back at him.

Yin Luo's expression was unclear.

"An'er," Yin Luo said, "Go and find out the source of the rumor and the channel through which it spread."

After a few seconds of stalemate, Anping stomped hard on the ground and sat back down.

Although the voices of this group of people were low, all three of them heard what they said.

Even a sparsely populated border town has so many people discussing it, which shows how these completely absurd and malicious rumors have spread throughout the world.

Even if you kill the people at this table, you can't stop the chatter.

Qingze looked at Yin Luo, sitting there with chills all over his body.

channel?There is no need to investigate at all, he is the person in the world who knows the channels through which these news are disseminated.

There is no other reason, this channel is paved and built by him.

He offered his heartfelt advice to Wuliang Taihua with hatred, and gradually built a large-scale circulation channel that spreads all over the world and interweaves with each other, forming a terrifying public opinion field. .

Today, it has become a hotbed of disgusting, crazy, and wanton humiliating rumors spread maliciously by Wuliang Taihua.

He personally forged a murderous knife made of gossip, and put the handle of the knife in Wuliang Taihua's hand.