The enemy has a crush on me

The next morning, when Yin Luo woke up, Qing Ze had already returned to the room.

Qingze no longer mentioned what happened last night, he bought some food and put it on the table, slowly put it into a bag, and with a wave of his hand, the bag disappeared without a trace.Yin Luo glanced at this weird scene, but said nothing.

They went downstairs and saw a storyteller sitting on one side of the first floor of the inn.

He is a bit old, and he probably stayed here when the inn's business was good. Even if only children have the time to listen to his storytelling, they still don't change their leisurely attitude.

He told a story of a man first, and then a story of a woman.

The man in the story is a handsome gentleman with a jade face, and the woman in the story is an ugly bride with a ghost face.

He first said that the jade-faced handsome gentleman committed suicide by taking poison, and died in love with the Xinyi woman.

Two more flowers bloomed, one for each branch, and it was said that the son of a member of the West Village provoked a ghost bride, was drained of his yang energy, strangled his soul, and died on the street.

The children were taken aback in fright, and after he finished telling the story, he said that this is actually a story about one person.

Yumian Qiaolangjun was originally a scholar, and he had a private life-long woman.The woman was raped by Yuanwai's son, and she committed suicide by throwing herself into the river the night before entering Yuanwai's house.

Fearing that he would be infected by evil spirits, the son of the member outsider paid a lot of money to hire a lot of Taoist priests to lock the girl's soul at the bottom of the river, so that she would not be reborn forever, nor would she be able to turn into a ghost to seek revenge on him.And blocked the news of the girl throwing herself into the river.

Because he had already entered into a concubine marriage contract with that girl, Yuan Wai was worried that the happy event would be ruined and lose face, so he found a beautiful girl in Ling Village and married her as a woman who threw herself into the river.

On the wedding night, the member's son lifted the red hijab, only to find that under the hijab was a grimace with rotting flesh and sunken eyes.

The ghost bride seemed to have a deep hatred for him, she showed her sharp teeth, and bit off his artery with two blows.

It turns out that this ghost-faced bride is the ghost that Yumian Qiaolang turned into after learning that his lover died in love with poison.Yuanwai's son brought a lot of jade stones to exorcise evil spirits, making it difficult for ordinary ghosts to get close.Yumian Langjun wore a wedding dress and red makeup at the time of the yin, and was poisoned with a spell. He played tricks to confuse ghosts and reverse yin and yang, and turned into a female ghost.Later, he used the help of ghosts to get married and disobeyed the way of heaven. When the evil energy was strong, he killed the member's son to his heart's content.But because of this, he committed a felony and was thrown into the realm of ghosts.

Qing Ze settled the rent, and after walking out of the inn, he muttered in a low voice: "That storyteller is really sensational, talking nonsense."

Yin Luo glanced at him.

Qing Ze said again: "Don't you believe it? I am tens of thousands... At least I am a warlock who has practiced for hundreds of years, but I have never heard of an example of reversed yin and yang."

Yin Luo said: "When I was marching and fighting, I heard many legends about reincarnation and reverse Yin and Yang."

Qing Ze shook his head, and said: "The reincarnation mechanism of the human and ghost races is still very rough. According to the fragility of human souls, each reincarnation will cause a lot of wear and tear to them. At most, they will be reincarnated three times, and there will be only one person left. The missing remnant soul can only be a lonely ghost without shelter. As for the change of reversing the yin and yang, which breaks and reorganizes the soul, if the jade-faced gentleman really plays such a trick, he can only end up as a ghost before he can change into a ghost. The ending of the soul flying away. After all, it is all a story made up by the people."

Yin Luo heard what he said, and said, "You are really well-informed."

Qing Ze sneered disdainfully, raised his chin slightly, and said in a complacent tone, "That's natural."

His expression at this time does not match his experience, like a willful child who pretends to be calm most of the time, the fusion of evil and innocence is seamless.He seemed to be about to say some more common sense that ordinary people don't know, but unexpectedly, his eyes met Yin Luo's. Somehow he thought of something, his expression retracted, and he put on a mean smile that was half a smile.

He shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll tell you what to do."

He looked at Yin Luo's face, guessed that Yin Luo's physical strength had recovered, so he went to the shopkeeper's counter to pay the bill, and walked out the door without looking back.

The air outside was still dry and scorching hot. Qingze thought about what the vendor said the night before, and realized that the drought was really abnormal, which gave him a vague guess.

He originally planned to go directly to Sheyi Kingdom, but at this time he changed his mind and planned to go to Luwei Village, the center of the drought, to find out.If he's right, he's got a bunch of questions to ask.

He took out a steamed bun, handed it to Yin Luo, and said, "Eat something, let's go on the road after eating."

Yin Luo took the steamed bun, pursed her lips, and said thank you.

His voice of thanks was low and light, and it drifted away with the wind if he didn't pay attention.

Qing Ze had already turned around, but he really didn't catch the overly restrained and weak gratitude.

He looked around a few times, walked a few steps, and stopped a passerby to ask the direction of Luwei Village.

The man looked at Qing Ze in surprise, and pointed him the way.

Qing Ze asked the direction, walked back, saw that Yin Luo had finished eating the steamed buns, and nodded to him.

Although the small town is not far from Luwei Village, it takes half a day's walk.The closer the two were to the village, the more they felt the heat wave, the air was so dry that it seemed to be on fire, and the skin on their faces ached from the friction.

At the beginning, I could still see farmers digging wild grass roots in twos and twos, and seeing the direction they were going all the way, they all looked at them like madmen.Then there was no trace of anyone in sight.

The faintly visible chirping of insects and birds quieted down, and the whole world seemed to be drying up in dead silence.The loess under his feet has cracked, more like hard rocks than dirt.The crunching sound of feet on the ground was particularly harsh in the silence.

When we got to the entrance of Luwei Village, the sun had already started to set, leaving most of the halo of yellow slanting in the sky, looking very stubborn.

A dilapidated small temple stands at the entrance of the same desolate village.

Qingze thought about it, he might see many rotting corpses when he entered the village, so he decided to rest here tonight.

The very stubborn sun still smashed into the night, the air finally calmed down the heat and restlessness of the day, Qingze lit a sparkling will-o'-the-wisp as lighting.

The cold light of the fire illuminates the whole temple little by little. This is actually a temple for praying for the rain dragon.

The temple was already quite dilapidated, the moonlight sneaked in from the roof that lacked many tiles, but was blocked by thick dust and unknown curtains hanging from the beams, leaving scattered and mottled shadows like starlight.

The dragon god enshrined in the middle has already formed a spider web. Looking closely, even the cracks caused by the disrepair are covered with dust.The outline of the statue has been blurred and cannot be seen clearly.

In such a dilapidated temple, only the offerings on the table are still fresh.The pretty and round ones are placed on the plate one by one, each one is plump and juicy, as if it was hanging on the branch of a juicy fruit tree not long ago, and there are bright, chubby drops of water on the peel.

Weird and weird.

Qingze walked over, picked up a tribute peach, weighed it casually in his hand, thought it was rather weird, so he just took a bite.

After biting, he turned around and said to Yin Luo with a strange tone: "Where do you think this peach is from?"

Yin Luo disagreed with Qing Ze's behavior, and just shook his head when he heard his question.

Qingze didn't care whether Yin Luo replied to him, and then gave the answer in his own words: "This is a peach that can only grow in the south."

Yin Luo frowned when he heard this, and thoughtfully said: "It took us a lot of time to travel from the south."

Qing Ze nodded.

Their footsteps are already extremely fast, but it is impossible to bring the peaches that grow in the south to the north, and they are still full of juice.

——Unless the one who put the sacrifice here is not a human being.

Seeing that Yin Luo also thought of this, Qingze stopped discussing, but changed the topic and said, "You can't eat such juicy peaches on the northern border. Here, come and taste it, to quench your thirst?"

The long eyes of the god statue are wide open, as if angrily glaring at Qing Ze, who sees him as nothing, enters the house, turns against the guests, and takes the tribute as his own.

The emperor is known as the son of heaven, and the emperors of all dynasties claim to be descendants of real dragons, and they especially respect the dragon gods, and they often worship in temples of dragon gods, big and small.As the master of Xuanyong, Yin Luo could only watch as Qingze abused Gongguo there, so much so that he looked at Qingze's coquettish operations, and then at the eyes made of plaster. I feel that I am quite a bit of a minion.

Facing the unbelievably righteous Qing Ze, he frowned and said: "..."

The general on this side opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, Qing Ze stretched out his hand and bit off a piece of flesh from Tao Zi and stuffed it into his mouth.

Before he could react, a piece of peach flesh was bitten off due to the inertia of his lips and teeth. He couldn't swallow or spit it out for a while, so he had to swallow it with a stiff face. The clear juice flows down the throat and into the body.

He didn't know why Qingze suddenly became interested, but seeing Qingze looking at him with a smile, but his eyes didn't seem to be on him, he whispered softly: "Now you are also an accomplice."

When he laughed, the upturned eye corners seemed to be flying, and there was a bit of undisguised, narrow-minded malice in his joy.

At this time, this person is obviously doing something that seems friendly and shared, but it is only to make others commit the same crime as himself.

Qing Ze just smiled, and handed over the plump and juicy peach: "Try one more bite."

Yin Luo glanced at him and shook his head.

Qing Ze still raised his hand.

Yin Luo looked at the peach that was supposed to be a tribute fruit, pushed away the flesh that was close to his lips, first frowned coldly, and found that he couldn't intimidate Qing Ze at all, not to mention his expression, even his movements were uncomfortable When he got up, he said in a rather stiff voice, "Song Qingze,... I'm not hungry."

Since he was a child, all he heard was the attitude and tone of the emperor to his courtiers, and the general to his soldiers. He almost never communicated with people on an equal footing, and when he expressed his opposition, he seemed extremely unkind.

Although according to Warlock's uncertain personality, such a resolute refusal would definitely bring no benefit, but he still couldn't control his tone.

Qing Ze looked at him for a long while, then withdrew his hand in interest.

He sighed exaggeratedly, pointed at Yin Luo with one finger, covered his face with the other hand and pretended to cry, and sang in his originally clear and melodious voice with a melodious accent: "You really don't know good from bad. "

After singing, he kept laughing alone, looking very happy, and then threw the peach aside, he didn't mean to talk to Yin Luo again, and he didn't even stay on Yin Luo for a moment, as if he was alive just now The words and expressions are all short-lived.

Yin Luo was not good at dealing with people with his personality, so he sat in a corner and closed his eyes for a while, thinking for a while, and then opened his eyes to find that only a bunch of blue flames ignited by the Warlock flickered in the darkness.

The warlock with a weird temper seemed to have pulled a string and fell asleep like this.

Yin Luo looked at it from a distance, and after a while, he rummaged through the temple quietly for a while, found something, and walked out the door.