The enemy has a crush on me

(Shirasawa Perspective No.1 said & Shirasawa Kurosawa? Acceptable to read again~)

【Bai Ze mind】

I am the divine beast Bai Ze, born on the top of Mount Heng.

In the mid-prehistoric period, the Three Realms were chaotic and disorderly, only talking about life and death, regardless of love or hatred.I came from the prehistoric, my body was built from the prehistoric, and the blood of the prehistoric flowed in my bones. Since the beginning of my memory, I have been like this endless prehistoric, neither hate nor love.

The high Mount Heng stands among the clouds, surrounded by mountains and rivers day and night, and I stand on the sea of ​​clouds in white clothes overlooking all living beings.

Every day is the same as the day before.

Until one day, a person broke into the mountain suddenly.

He probably thought it was an unowned treasure mountain of spiritual veins, dripping blood on his body, he walked up slowly and stopped beside a field ridge.

I couldn't see his appearance clearly, but I could see long black hair hanging behind him, and the ends of the hair reached his buttocks.

He seemed to be holding something all the time, leaving a string of thin blood beads on the ground where he passed. He was silent for a while beside the field ridge, and then slowly squatted down.

I landed on the ground, on my toes, and stood behind him.

He was actually planting flowers.

A few here and there, very white.

After a while, the man stopped moving, lowered his head slightly, and slowly stretched towards the petal carefully.When he was about to touch it, he paused, then put down his hand again.

Looking at those flowers, I don't know what I was thinking, and slowly stood up.

I also glanced at the flowers and frowned.

The flower was already half-dead when he carried it all the way up the mountain. This person said it was planting flowers rather than burying them. The soil was so compacted that he probably wanted to make these flowers die faster.

This side was thinking carefully, but he turned around.

He still looks like a young man at this time, perhaps because he didn't expect a stranger to appear behind him suddenly, his eyes looking at those flowers hadn't had time to restrain himself, his pupils constricted slightly after seeing me for two seconds, and his body tensed , with black hair hanging behind her, her expression changed.

He must have wanted to intimidate me, but my whole body was numb like an electric shock.

There is no other reason, just because before he changed his face, I could clearly see his unrestrained eyes just now.

I couldn't catch the negligent thing, but changed my mind. I hid my slightly mana-gathered hands behind my back, showing a harmless appearance, and smiled at him for the first time in my life.

It's a fake smile, but it looks real.

He froze for a moment, still looking at me warily.

I smiled more warmly and walked to the little flower pit in front of him.

Later I found out that his name is Ying Long.

It has been tens of thousands of years since Yinglong climbed Mount Hengshan for the second time. I was sitting at the stone table surrounded by white flowers all over the mountain.

After thousands of years, he has faded away from his youthful appearance, his figure and outline have grown completely, his eyebrows have become more colorful and gloomy, which makes people's hearts sway when he looks at it, but the murderous aura between his brows is even heavier.

His expression was rebellious, and his gestures were awe-inspiring.

Condescending and fearful.

He is no longer like a bamboo, but like a sword, a gun, a fully grown killing god.

His description of temperament is so unrecognizable, it should make me feel disillusioned.I felt like my blood was boiling and burning.

Even more so every rumination for thousands of years.

In my rumination day and night, it became clearer and clearer, what I once saw clearly through a certain eye, what was buried in his body.

The thing that was suppressed slightly under the sharp eyebrow.

Something ridiculous and pathetic that shouldn't be buried in him.

That look fell on the tip of my heart, and even after thousands of years, it still makes my blood boil.

Beep beep beep.Blazing madness.Full of destructive desire.Sit on the sidelines.The desire to keep it for oneself.

Nothing to do with sanity.

There are many goddesses in this world who are Kunyu Qiushuang and Xiazi Yueyun. No matter how many eyes are flowing, I have experienced them, but none of them can make me feel numb at a glance like that.

There is no such eye that turns a thousand times and is worth a thousand words.

I came from the prehistoric, my body was built from the prehistoric, and the blood of the prehistoric flowed in my bones. Since the beginning of my memory, I have been like this endless prehistoric, neither hating nor loving.

Because of this glance, I still don't hate and don't understand love.

But he was provoked by a raging and strange desire.

Maybe I want to destroy him completely.Maybe I want to protect him well.Maybe both.Maybe neither, just pure curiosity.

Do you remember what you looked like before?

Do you remember what you were longing for?

It’s okay if you don’t remember, it will only make me want to bully you, destroy you, protect you, and possess you.

I would like to put on a good-natured skin and pretend to be gentle.

One day, I will conquer you completely, I will make you have nothing to hide, nothing to hide, and you will be willing to reveal what you have deliberately hidden and no one but me has discovered.

At that time, maybe you will beg me to love you well.

This is the second time we met, Ying Long opened his eyes slightly as he looked at Buran all over the mountain.

Those were the flowers he brought, and it took me a lot of time to plant them all over Mount Heng.

No one in this world must have been so kind to him, which made him almost at a loss.

More is at a loss.

I invited him to sit among the flowers and drink tea. He hesitated for a long time and sat down.

I smiled, poured a cup of tea for him leisurely, looked up at the changes in the folds of his clothes during his movements, and stared into his eyes with a smile.

He never showed his first eyes again, and never showed his first eyes since then, but I never forgot that look.

It is hidden because of taboos, and it lasts for a long time because it is hidden.

For ordinary creatures, the prehistoric and murderous prehistoric is pale and boring to me.As long as we don't take the initiative to provoke the same race, we, as ancient beasts, can almost run amok and do whatever we want.Our lifespan is so long that it is not uncommon for us to go to great lengths in search of excitement, in order to satisfy some whim.

It's for the interest itself, rather than just looking for something interesting to pass the long, boring time.

Although my interest came suddenly and the content was weird, I thought it would be no different from others.

During the tens of thousands of years, because I often helped the helpless creatures who went up the mountain to ask for help, and deliberately did some famous things when I went down the mountain, I became a well-known auspicious beast.

No one knows that before Ying Long climbed Mount Hengshan for the first time, I never had half a heart of benevolence.

After Ying Long climbed Mount Heng for the first time, I didn't develop a half-hearted heart.

I am cold-hearted, cold-hearted, cold-hearted.

But he became a modest gentleman, a dignified benevolent man.

Gentle and gentle, more decent than anyone else.

I have no choice but to drink tea instead of wine, because drinking wine makes me less respectable.

Ying Long likes wine but not tea, even drinking tea is like drinking alcohol.

I watched him stare at the teacup in a daze, and told him strange things in this world.

After talking a few times, he put down his teacup, lowered his eyelids and listened quietly, even occasionally curling the corners of his mouth slightly.

The body is only a little more relaxed than when we first met.

Really slow progress.

But from the first time I saw him, every minute and every second I watched him, my chest was burning with a greedy desire that only I knew.

I looked at the white teacup, at his sharp knuckles, at his black eyelashes, at the slightly invisible curvature of his mouth, at the slight mark between his brows, at his still extremely tight Body.

Look at his thin pinnae, look at his reddish eyelids.

Like every look I've seen him before, like every second I've seen him before.How cloudy and breezy my face is, how crazy and dirty my mind is.

I once saw clearly what was buried in his body.

I have never looked at him with normal eyes without evil thoughts for a minute or a second.

If the eyes can be turned into a solid body, I must have stripped him thousands of times.

If imagination can be turned into reality, he must be nailed to me all the time.

I just want to push him on the tea table right now and mess him up.

I just want to see his long black hair wet with sweat, and I just want to hear him call my name absentmindedly.

I want to eat his flesh and blood right now, and eat him into my belly.

I just want to peel off his incomparably hard shell right now, revealing the bloody and incomparably soft flesh and blood inside.

I just want to see him show a deliberately concealed, bewildered look right now.

I'm a lunatic with no dignity at all.

But I just refilled the tea for him, and said in a warm voice, "Let's have another cup."

I have no choice but to drink tea, not wine, but this life is long, and I must get drunk at last.

Ying Long is the pot of strong wine that I am willing to spend tens of millions of years brewing.

If there must be a time in my life when I get drunk, it must be the day when I drink this pot of wine into my belly.

For that day, I have enough patience to wait.

But before that day came, I lost my youthful appearance.

I looked at the reflection in the stream, and knew without thinking that it would definitely startle Ying Long.

He is such a clumsy and stubborn coward, I managed to pretend to be harmless to humans and animals, but I couldn't scare him away suddenly.

The next day I transformed myself back into youth.

I don't care what I was born with, as long as it satisfies my ugly desires, I don't care about anything.If my looks were something to be exploited, I could be young all my life.

After holding back for a long time, I feel a little drunk when I smell Ying Long, and when I look at him, I feel the aroma of wine and the lingering aftertaste.When I thought about him, I couldn't keep my sanity. I couldn't control my crazy and cruel thoughts anymore, but I didn't want to waste all my previous efforts.

One day, I couldn't bear it any longer, so I took off a flower that was not dyed, looked at the white flowers that covered the mountains like frost and snow, and asked him if he understood what he meant.

Ying Long said he didn't understand.

He is the one who understands best, how could he not understand.

I pretended to be so good everywhere, but why he couldn't understand.

Obviously he bewitched me, obviously he seduced me, but now he dares to say that he doesn't understand.

I look at him.

——It was obviously all his fault, but he really didn't understand.

He really didn't understand.

He didn't want to understand either.

For the first time, my enthusiasm cooled.

It was obviously a rare and exotic beast that I had planned for so long and was determined to capture, and it was as contradictory and charming as ever, but I suddenly lost interest.

Maybe this hobby of chatting to pass the time can bring me more than happiness.

I looked at the mountains and rivers impatiently, and decided to go out and travel all over the great mountains and rivers.

If I could find other, less bizarre interests to pass the time with, I'd also be able to get rid of this utterly bewitched involuntary obsession that started out of nowhere.

Sure enough, the outside of the mountain is much more interesting than the one in the mountain. I didn't intend to be flirtatious, because I've been out for too long this time, so I can't help but have a few more peach blossoms.

I really like each of them, and I even love and pity them more than facing the dragon, and I don't have the slightest desire to destroy and destroy them.

All of them are beauties, and their blossoms are lively and fragrant.Either pure and innocent, or coquettish and gorgeous, or elegant and clean, or innocent and lively, every one of them, when I hold her in my arms, I feel genuine joy in my heart.But left without stopping.

I try to find what they have in common.

Nothing was found.

I try to find the common ground between them and Ying Long.

How could there be anything in common.

Ying Long's appearance was originally an accident.

If it weren't for the slightest difference and the ghosts, how could my taste become so strange.

Saying goodbye to the peach blossoms, surrounded by the clear moon and the breeze, and endless fun, I traveled all the way, and even forgot Hengshan.

This is just an infatuation that hasn't started yet, and I can pull away at any time if I want.

But I still walked back.

Back to Hengshan, looking at the mountains without any stains, the originally joyful mood sank a little bit.

The Qingfeng of Jiyue became blurred, and several times the wind and flow became hazy, and the graceful figures could not be seen clearly.

The non-existent rich aroma of wine lingers on the tip of the nose.

As soon as I got back to this place, I realized that my crazy thoughts hadn't cooled down.

I turned out to be a lunatic.

I gave up struggling and gave him a gorgeous black flower with a vermilion core that I found outside.

He doesn't like it.

He obviously said that he didn't understand, he obviously rejected my flowers, he should have known not to come again, but somehow he was stimulated, so he took the initiative to climb Mount Heng again and again.

I said, Mr. Ying Long, you seem to be a little frequent lately.

Ying Long sat stiffly on the spot, his lips tightly pressed together.

I smiled at him and poured him the newly brewed Baihua Niang.

He likes to drink, but I have learned two tricks when I have nothing to do.

For tens of thousands of years, I have been playing the game of making friends with him in such a boring way.I poured him wine and told him the stories I had collected, but what I could think of was all the fancy ways to eat him.Making best friends is not something I'm interested in at all, and I'm used to the separation of my mouth and my brain.But from a certain period of time, the time interval between his visits became longer and longer, and finally one day, I rescued my younger brother from him, and after he noticed, I said something that shouldn't be said by a kind-hearted Ruishou if.

These words are nothing compared to what I thought in my heart, but it was the first time that I exposed my indifference and arrogance belonging to a god in front of Ying Long.

I watched him take two steps back, knowing that years of painstaking efforts were finally completely ruined.

Ying Long lost his only friend in his prehistoric life.

I've lost all pretense I've had so far.

I smashed Hengshan to pieces, looking at the messy fairy mountain, I was out of breath and had no decency.

It took thousands of years to restore Mount Heng again.

On the day Hengshan was completely restored to its original state, I walked all the way to the Jili mound holding a white fan.

This is the first time I have come to the place where Yinglong lives in seclusion.

There was a dead silence, not even a wind.

It was scorched black, with jagged rocks, desolate and empty like a name, with gravel and loose sand underfoot.

What a match for him.

The sound of my footsteps echoed in the empty mountains, which seemed particularly abrupt and strange.

I frowned slightly and walked all the way in.

The more you go inside, the more lifeless it becomes, as if even the air is frozen, the cold air rises from the feet, and even the bones are immersed in the cold.

I slowly slowed down.

Crows landed on dead branches, and black clouds pressed overhead.

He went all the way to the depths of the barren mountain, only to find him sleeping on a cold boulder surrounded by jagged mountain walls.

Eyes closed, black clothes and black hair, slightly curled up, motionless, like a flower that has withered before it blooms.

The gravel under my feet creaked under my feet.

I stood beside the stone platform and said, Ying Long.

His hair trembled slightly, and it took a few seconds before he opened his eyes.

Perhaps because he had been lying like this for a long time, his eyes were a little slack, and it took a while for him to focus. Looking at me who shouldn't be here, he didn't seem to know how to react.

My breath choked.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, my desire for him still has not subsided in the slightest.

Where did he just glance at me at the beginning, it was clearly a trick for me.

He slowly raised himself up, looked at me, and said, "...Bai Ze?"

I smiled and nodded.

He lowered his eyelids.

I was still very friendly and invited him to meet again next time.

He sat motionless on the boulder, his black hair was disheveled, and there was a wine jar under the stone bed, and he did not speak.

This is what it means to refuse.

I was suddenly very angry.

It took me thousands of years to rebuild Mount Heng, but he didn't want to go again.

Why on earth should I be willing to be bewitched by him, why on earth should I bear it until now.

Anyway, I just want to mess with him, all gentleness and decency are means.It's only because of my tricky taste that I insisted on including such a person in my pocket.I was patient enough to satisfy such inexplicable and uncontrolled interests, but he was so ignorant.

Maybe I have been thinking about it because I haven't been able to eat imports so far.That's why you got yourself so deep.

When my sudden obsession and desire are satisfied, maybe I will find that it is nothing more than that, and I will not covet him so crazily again.

I flapped my white fan, taking advantage of him being caught off guard and throwing him back on the bed.

Ying Long opened his eyes slightly and looked at me in shock.

I smiled slowly, held him down with one hand, opened the white fan, and pressed the blade against his neck.

He must not know what I'm going to do, but he will know in a moment.

I looked into his eyes and kept moving my hands.

After a while, he seemed to have finally reacted belatedly, as if he couldn't understand how such a thing could happen suddenly, he struggled recklessly, his expression was full of anger and annoyance.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he attacked me fiercely with his right hand, drawing a heavy wound on my arm.

I looked at his bleeding neck as he was struggling, and at the deep wound on his arm, retracted the folding fan, and leaned into Ying Long's ear and said softly: "Ying Long, do you want to kill me?...Do you imagine Kill me like you killed Qing Ze? Are you going to kill everyone who offends you?"

Although it was unsuccessful, I have no intention of haggling with him, but after all he has a vengeance against me for killing my brother.

After all, Qing Ze is also my younger brother, this person really doesn't care about friends at all.

No matter what he said about this matter, it was his fault.

I was trying to please him back then, but I was anxious to explain it to him, but now I'm the only one who blames him.

Of course I don't want to blame him, I just want him to stop resisting.

Let me fulfill my wish and overcome this hurdle that should have been overcome long ago.

This sentence obviously stung him.

He looked at me pale and sweaty, and stopped in place.

I glanced at his fingertips—the magic power condensed on his fingertips was also withdrawn.

I kissed his cheek and said, "Ying Long, you owe me this. After today, we will owe nothing."

Ying Long was silent and did not speak.

I pressed him on the stone platform, and unbuttoned his clothes as I had imagined in my heart for thousands of years, day and night.

Yinglong's fingers were tightly packed, as if he would swing at me in the next second, but he just put them on the spot, daring not to move, allowing me to move, his pupils were slightly dilated, and his expression was extremely painful and desperate.

He doesn't want to be a god of killing, but he knows nothing but killing.

Seeing that the skin that had been tightly wrapped was exposed little by little, my brain was congested, and I could only feel the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.

Looked up.

My movements stopped in place.

I have never seen Ying Long's expression like this.

He must have been unable to understand what happened since he killed Qing Ze, he was unable to refute my words, and was shocked by my sudden change of attitude, and finally he was about to collapse completely.

But now I am the real me.

I have never let Ying Long see me, who looks decent and elegant, but my heart is always filled with the idea of ​​tearing him apart.

My body is still about to move, but my chest is gradually cooling down.

As long as I move a little, the wish of tens of thousands of years can come true.I will be free from the shackles of so many years, and I will be free again.

After today, whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with me.

He and I have a vengeance against my brother, so paying with my body is considered even.

Ying Long's skin was covered with goosebumps in the cold wind.

I straightened up, closed his clothes, and got out of bed.

He didn't even have the courage to look back, so he ran away.

I left Mount Heng, no longer recalling the events of that day, and found a deserted island full of aura, and set up an enchantment with magic power, still being my auspicious beast.

The reality has completely fallen apart, and it is difficult to return to the past. I want to create a dream.

A dream that is separated from reality, a dream that Ying Long will definitely like.

Hundreds of years later, when I heard that he was helping the Yellow Emperor, I took the initiative to ask Ying to write a ghost picture for the Yellow Emperor.

After staying in the military tent for many days, he finally walked into the Yellow Emperor's military tent during the truce and invited him to board Penglai.

Ying Long looked at me with a stiff expression like when he first met me.

He shouldn't be able to understand why I can do such a thing and still act as if nothing happened.

Of course he couldn't understand, because I was a madman from the beginning.

He was still stiff, but I acted naturally, took him away from the battlefield, and showed him the dream I made for him.

That dream failed to keep him.

Maybe from a certain day, he has already made the decision to die.

Maybe it was before I revealed my purpose, maybe it was the moment when he stood in the field of undyed flowers and watched the young man fall.

But for some reason, he suddenly regretted it again.

He devoted himself to death, eager to sacrifice for thousands of years, but suddenly regretted it.

Not long after repenting, he died ironically.

I don't know exactly how Qingze offended him, and I don't even know why Qingze looked at me with jealousy.

But listening to Qing Ze's questioning finally burst out, I suddenly noticed something that I had never noticed before.

Qingze, Qingze, that is mine, not something you can covet.

I didn't bother to explain to him, so I just returned the memory to him.

If he recalls the secrets I told him back then, he should know how ridiculous his questioning just now was.

If he recalls the secrets I told him back then, he should know the principle of first come first come first.

Abandoning Qingze, I came to Huaishui alone, dug away Yinglong's Nilin, but left the body where it was.

I know what Yinglong will face.

But I don't care.

There is no difference between gods and demons for me.

Penglai, where Ying Long cannot be left behind, is meaningless to me, and I am too lazy to go back.

I stayed away from the world, watching Ni Lin being affected by the main body, a little bit infected with magic energy.

There is nothing wrong with being a demon, maybe the love and hatred in the past will be wiped out with Yinglong's fall, and I don't have to worry about Yinglong foolishly treating himself as a sacrifice destined to be sacrificed, or being killed by someone .

I don't have to worry about him thinking about going to death any longer.

He is an ancient divine beast with powerful mana. If he becomes a demon, he will be an invincible demon in the Three Realms.

As long as the guy who made him fall into the devil is dealt with, there will be no one in this world who can kill him.

In my hands is the only hope that can save Yinglong from the abyss, as long as I do nothing, the ancient gods of the past will completely degenerate into demons.

Maybe Ying Long would hate me if he knew that it was me who contributed to the flames.

I pretended that I didn't want to be hated by him, but I wasn't afraid that he would hate me at all.

But maybe he won't.

Maybe he'll think it's my revenge, the price he has to pay for a life of sin.

Maybe he'll feel like he deserves it.

No, not maybe, but definitely.

He must have felt that he was guilty.He must feel that he deserved what he did.

He must know that his long life has become a complete joke.

He must be completely destroyed.

I gritted my teeth, smashed the bronze mirror with a punch, walked out of the room, and put a seal on Nilin, destroyed Nilin, and scattered it all over the world.

I know that without Ni Lin, Ying Long would never survive.

But I also know that it is even more terrifying for him to die if he turns into a demon.

I am a cold-hearted, cold-hearted, and cold-breathed ancient beast.I don't hate, and I don't understand love.

Only then will he regard the frenzy that surges in his heart, wanting to devour Yinglong to death, as desire.

It took so long to understand what I really thought.

I want to mess him up.

I want to see his long black hair wet with sweat, and hear him call my name absentmindedly.

I want to eat his flesh and blood, tear him apart and eat him.

I want to peel off his incomparably hard shell, revealing the bloody and incomparably soft flesh and blood inside.

I want to see him show a deliberately concealed, bewildered look.

I think he looked at me with that first look.

I want him to look at me with begging eyes.

——and then give him what I have prepared and what he wants as he wishes.

The author has something to say: Bai Ze's heart is full of words, and Qing Ze and Long Long's extravaganza will end tomorrow...