The enemy has a crush on me

Ying Long is not a person who is good at hiding, or he thinks he has hidden it well, but I still gradually become aware of his subtle negative emotions towards me.

I couldn't figure out why, so I could only guess that he had heard my name outside the mountain.Although it is my honor that Ying Long, who is firmly in the top spot of the prehistoric beasts, has heard of me, but his reaction really puzzles me.

After all, I thought he would have something in common with me when he heard my "deeds".

Once, he stopped me by the stream, thought for a long time before saying: "...Are you Qingze?"

I said, "Exactly."

He said: "You..."

I said, "It's all true."

He froze for a moment, as if he didn't understand what I meant.

I sent the Buddha to the west, and said with a smile: "There are still some things that the outside world doesn't know, and they are true."

He is a villain, and so am I.He killed the Protoss, and I provoked the slaughter of all races other than the Protoss.We have a clear division of labor, each has its own strengths, and we should be friends most of all.

Ying Long didn't want to be friends with me.

After hearing my words and seeing my expression, he finally realized what I meant, and said with a frown, "How could Bai Ze have a younger brother like you?"

This person really has two faces towards me and Bai Ze.

To be honest, I was hurt by his words.I'm sad not because he says I'm bad, but because he thinks Bai Ze is as good as those ordinary people.

I, Qing Ze, have always been very penny-pinching, he made me unhappy, and I couldn't let him please him.

I sneered: "I am afraid that my lord has forgotten what I have done. If there is anyone in the world who has a worse reputation than me, it is only you, my lord. I do evil things, but I will not kill each other, but you, my lord Nothing about kinship. Don't you think you're innocent?"

Ying Long said: "What is the difference between the God Clan and other races? It's nothing more than relying on your own cultivation and self-esteem. Apart from taking the life of the God Clan, whose life will you take as your life?"

Still the same sentence, he is really two faces to Bai Ze and to me.

I said, "What is the difference between your lord and other protoss? It's nothing more than relying on your own self-cultivation and self-esteem. Besides your own life, whose life will you take as your life?"

I just changed the subject of his words and threw them back to him intact, but he was stunned.

After a while, he said, "There is no difference."

In fact, the two are very different, but when he said this, he looked a little lonely, as if he had realized early that he would not end well.

Only then did I realize that he and I were not fellow travelers.

I was really happy when I killed, because I saw lust, greed, hatred, fear in killing, until I was numb to it too.

And he was in pain like a sacrifice, every time he went up the mountain to look for Bai Ze, it was like asking for help.

But Bai Ze could neither hear his voice nor the person he imagined.

I can't hear it either, but I can smell it.

I can smell the faint smell of blood on his body when he occasionally goes up the mountain, it must be left by a protoss I have never seen before.

Later, I was more inclined to regard what he did as a performance art.What he is best at is what he hates the most, but what he hates is the iron logic of this world.

Just as I don't know how long Yinglong has survived, I also don't know when this flood started and when it will end.As far as I know, this long flood has been at least billions of years so far.For billions of years, the world has been chaotic and ignorant, muddy and chaotic.There is no order, no light, no future.There is only turmoil, only all the malice that grows in the darkness and the corpses that are too late to hide.

Just as powerful monks can kill weak monks, powerful spirits can kill weak spirits, and powerful gods can kill weak gods.

I don't know why he killed the other protoss, powerful people always have some eccentricities.

Once when Yinglong was going down the mountain, he was attacked by a thief who sneaked into the mountain.I was still talking some unkind sarcastic remarks, but Ying Long, who had been ignoring me all this time, suddenly reached out and stopped him. He gave me a look of "this has nothing to do with you" in a very imposing manner, and motioned me to hide behind. war.

That's what's wrong with him.

When the little thief came out from the woods, he turned out to be a handsome young man.He holds a bone-shaped jade musical instrument in his hand, and he plays it like a devil may cry.The sound wave attacked us like a blade, but was scattered by Ying Long's long sleeve.

For someone like me who likes to fan the flames, I also feel that the difference between the two sides is too great, there is no room for adding fuel to the flames, so I can only wait for Ying Long to deal with that ignorant guy.

Ying Long was stunned when he saw his age clearly. Before he could react, he saw that the other party was attacking like a sharp sword with several layers of sound waves. The range of sound waves was very wide. A long gash was drawn on Ying Long's face.

——This is actually a little god.

The little god was seized by Ying Long within three to five rounds, and was sealed on the ground with a magic seal.He looked at Ying Long with hateful eyes, scolded very badly, closed his eyes and raised his head in death pose after scolding enough, with a disdainful smile on his face.

Ying Long looked at him expressionlessly, threw the weapon on the ground beside him, and left just like that.

To be honest, this young man's weapon is so recognizable. When I saw it clearly at first sight, I knew his identity.

His name is Jade Bone Flute, and it is said that his father forcibly pulled out a shin bone from his body since he was a child to make the weapon he uses now—a musical instrument that looks like a bone but not a bone, and looks like a flute but not a flute.Nine hundred and ninety-nine formations are engraved on this weapon, making it look like gold and jade, and it is very powerful.

His father was a moody ancient god, sometimes romantic and sentimental, sometimes suspicious and bloodthirsty, from what he said just now, it seemed that he died at the hands of Ying Long.It is said that the relationship between the two father and son has been severed for a long time, but it never occurred to Yugudi to be a filial son who avenged his father and did not care about his life.

The additional attributes of each formation on his weapon are different, except for himself, no one knows what effect is attached to which attack.But even though the jade bone flute was mysterious, it couldn't match the natural moat-like strength gap between the two sides. This attack should have been too close to Ying Long's body.

It's just because he was younger that Ying Long showed such a big flaw.

The scratch on Yinglong's face has not recovered after several years. The wound stretching from the left cheek to the bridge of the nose will rot every time new flesh grows. Every time it repeats, the scar The degree of ulceration was even more serious, until most of the left face under the eyelids was festered.When the new flesh grows, it feels numb and itchy like claws scratching the heart. When the old flesh rots, it feels swollen and painful.

Ying Long originally possessed the unforgettable handsomeness that I couldn't forget when I first saw him, so gorgeous that he felt full of distance, as if the brightest edge in the world was condensed between his brows and eyes. Kind of weird and scary too.He didn't care much about his appearance, and he never showed any discomfort with the wound, and walked through the market with it.Bai Ze looked at it, and felt that this dignified appearance really hurt his eyes, so he tried many ways to heal it.

Looking at it in detail, this is the end of the prehistoric period, and the world has not yet been opened. It is the last darkness before dawn in the eyes of future generations, but we did not know it at that time.I was born in the end of the prehistoric period, and before I had time to fully grow up, I had already seen through the principle of the jungle.Ying Long's life for hundreds of millions of years has been in chaos and chaos. He should have been used to the darkness, but he still doesn't understand it.

His self-proving and self-salvation can only lead him to self-destruction step by step.

I started to occasionally kill some little monsters to relieve boredom.

The protoss is powerful, and they are the kings of the world. If they are defeated by other races one day, they will be slaughtered by them.Winners and losers, that's all.

Death doesn't scare me, Yinglong scares me.He was like a boulder pressing on my heart, making me breathless.

I was skinning a six-color elk when he went up the mountain again.

To put it bluntly, the feeling should be no different from skinning a wild deer obtained by the human race in later generations.

That deer spirit didn't offend me, it's just because I took a fancy to his skin.

I heard Ying Long's footsteps, raised my head, there was still some blood on my face: "Bai Ze is not here, your trip was in vain."

But when I heard a sound of "Qiang--", Yinglong slashed at me with a sword.I dodged barely, and a long wound was drawn on my hand.

Pain.

Ying Long made another sword strike, but it was not aimed at me, but cut the rope that was holding the deer spirit.The deer spirit fell to the ground, motionless.

I smiled and said: "My lord, you are late, he is already dead."

Ying Long looked at me extremely angry, but also a little inexplicably dazed and puzzled, as if he didn't understand why I treated him like this.

It's not that I'm boasting, although I'm younger than Bai Ze, my cultivation level is not lower than Bai Ze's, even if it's Ying Long, it's hard to tell the winner with me in hundreds of rounds.

The car on our side was firing, but Bai Ze came back from the other side.He stopped Yinglong, said some nasty words, and scolded me again, telling Yinglong that I would definitely not do this again next time.

Ying Long never doubted Bai Ze.No one in the world is as clean and holy as Bai Ze.He pinned all the good expectations he wanted to achieve but failed to achieve on Bai Ze, and the Bai Ze he saw in his eyes must be like the snow lotus on the mountain that day.

I despise him.

Although in this world, it is appalling to look down on a person whose cultivation level is much higher than his own, but he is really a ridiculous and sad person.

Before I saw him, I thought he was still alive after killing so many gods that no one dared to mess with, because of his powerful mana.

After all, the strong are respected in this world. Apart from showing that he is a weirdo, his actions have no serious consequences.

Now I know that it is not his powerful mana that has protected him from being intact until now, but his notoriety in the Three Realms.

If no one knows his thoughts, they will definitely regard him as a cruel and cruel tyrant, a powerful weirdo.Fear him, scold him, flatter him.

If anyone knew what was going on in his mind, they would only treat him as a childish, ridiculous, and outright lunatic.

In short, the result of this incident was that I was unscathed, and the things I did intensified until I was seen by Ying Long for the second time.

That time I was putting those little demons who had just died into the moves I liked.

This time the scene was far from the blood moon star that it was when the deer spirit was killed, and it could even be called peaceful and peaceful.He beat me hard.I feel sorry for him, no matter what the reason is, after all, he repeats the things of using violence to control violence, and killing to stop killing.

It is really scary for Ying Long to lose his temper, so much anger is condensed in his sword.

I deliberately picked a lush field of unstained flowers. Although his moves were ruthless at first, there was still room for half a point, but I, Qingze, always counted pennies and pennies.His moves are fierce, I am ten times stronger than him, and my moves are aimed at killing him.

I cut down the Buran flowers all over the ground, stepped on the flower corpses, and found that his eyes were very red.

I just hate it.

I just hate that my practice time is too short, so I can't just kill him here.

If I can kill him, I will not harm his body at all, and I will never let others touch this body.

I'll hide him somewhere only I know, and let him have a dream that never wakes up.

We have gone through hundreds of moves, and hundreds of moves, and we have the momentum of collapsing mountains.At first I had the strength to say things that irritated him, but then I was so wounded that I couldn't utter a word.

My body seemed to be no longer my body, and my eyes were scarlet, probably because the blood from my forehead covered my eyes.Seeing him approaching step by step, with only the last bit of strength left, silently chanting the spell of self-destruction in his heart, ready to die with him, he felt relieved and regretful.

It's a pity I couldn't die with him.

Bai Ze came late, and secretly used a trick to switch positions when I had only my last breath left, and sealed my self-destruct spell in my throat.

Yinglong consumed a lot of mana and suffered a lot of injuries.He no longer had the energy to see through Bai Ze's spell. Looking at the phantom, the long sword fell to the ground with a clang. His back, which was originally as straight as a sharp sword out of its sheath, trembled slightly. He lowered his head and covered it with his blood-stained hands. Face.

The blood dyed the flowers in one place more colorful than the flowers on the other side.

Ying Long stood upright on the blood-colored flower field, and with his proud head covered by his hands, it seemed that the flower branch that had grown out of death alone and withered before it opened was squeezed out of the last drop of water from his body.

Pale petals split by the sword edge flew like catkins, and were blown into the sky by the cold wind.

I have never seen Yinglong cry before, but he must think he killed me with his own hands.

If I were older, if my mana was stronger, if I hadn't been stopped just now.

If only I could kill him.

I don't have to see him so embarrassed and embarrassing.

Unprecedented despair and anger surged in my chest, and I felt my consciousness disappearing into the darkness little by little.