The enemy has a crush on me

Qing Ze woke up from the dream, dripping with cold sweat and panting.He subconsciously stretched into his bosom to dig out the wine jar, found that it was empty, then touched his waist again, still found nothing, and finally touched the space ring on his finger, only then did he wake up completely, and put his hand back in place.

In fact, he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

But he didn't need sleep in the first place, and he closed his eyes just to have one more chance to repeat those similar nightmares every night.

It was late at night, he exhaled the turbid air in his chest, turned over to continue sleeping, but Yin Luo, who was supposed to be sleeping, was not in the temple.

Qing Ze turned over and sat up.

He thought, Yin Luo had escaped after all.

Yin Luo didn't know how insignificant the power of human beings was, that's why he was so overwhelmed.

Thinking about it, Qingze became a little annoyed, and he simply took out a sword and held it in his hand, thinking that if he caught Yin Luo, he would directly kill him with the sword.

Although there was one less ready-made bait with a suspicious identity, he had enough time to wait for the next one.To avoid getting Yin Luo back and confronting him every day, it would be annoying.

In the past two days, he gave Yin Luo a patience that he had never had before in his life. If Yin Luo didn't know what was good and what was bad, he wouldn't be able to let him leave alive just by pouring water into his head and shaking out his Secondary School history.

With a sullen face, Qing Ze walked out of the door step by step, the soles of his feet fell on the ground, without making a sound, like a grieving ghost in a blue shirt in the night.

The temple door was wide open, and half of the not-so-complete door covered about one-third of the width.

He walked out the door under the moonlight, but saw Yin Luo sitting at the door looking up at him.

Qing Ze: "..."

Yin Luo: "..."

Qing Ze asked: "What are you doing?"

After he finished asking, he took a closer look at Yin Luo's movements, and found that he was sitting upright by the threshold, and he should have maintained this posture for a long time.It can be seen from the faintly exposed shape at the hem of the skirt that a dagger is still tied to his leg, and another short knife is held in his hand.When he turned to look at Qing Ze, the guarded look that he had just looked into the distance hadn't had time to fade from his face.

There is a piece of brick next to it, which should have been dug up from a temple. There are some brand new flat scratches on it, and there are a few crumbs on it, as if it was used to sharpen a knife just now.

Yin Luo stood up and said: "This place is located in the wilderness, so it's hard to say if there are any monsters.... How did you wake up?"

He turned out to be on vigil.

Perhaps it was a habit developed during the march and battle. Sneak attacks at night are commonplace for military strategists, and someone must be awake. As a general, maintaining sufficient vigilance at night is also the most basic quality.

Seeing that he was doing something unknown again, Qing Ze said, "If you take off this wig and fake eyes, even monsters will walk around you."

Although it is a joke, this statement is not false.Any living beings who are possessed by demons will greatly increase their cultivation base and lose all consciousness. Ordinary evil spirits are not enough for him to stick between his teeth.Especially Chi You back then, who somehow turned into the body of a demon god, giving the Three Realms a good look.

Yin Luoruo took off the disguise, and the ordinary little demon saw that appearance of being demonized, who wouldn't worry about him suddenly losing his mind and tearing himself to pieces.

That is to say, everyone in Qingze Yigao is bold enough to dare to know Yin Luo's condition and bring him by his side.

Yin Luo was dumbfounded.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qing Ze said in a somewhat impatient tone, "If you don't sleep now, I'm afraid you will delay your schedule again during the day."

Yin Luo shook his head: "No."

He paused, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak again after all.

Seeing that Yin Luo was still holding the dagger tightly, Qing Ze was really angry.

"It's up to you." After he said that, he turned and walked back to the temple, slamming the remaining half of the door.

The night is long and the stars are shining.

When Qingze fell asleep again, he didn't have any more nightmares. When he opened his eyes, he found that Yin Luo had already entered the temple, and the sunlight poured in from outside the door.

Yin Luo told him that it rained in the middle of the night last night.

Qingze was stunned for a moment, looked at the ground, and found several small water stains that were drying up.

He walked out of the temple and sensed the faint moisture in the air.

——It really rained in Luwei Village, which has suffered a three-year drought.

At this time, at about Momao time, when the sky should have just dawned, the sun was already scorching above the head, which seemed a bit like a tiger showing its might.Not long after, the remaining water vapor was also evaporated away.

Yin Luo's eyes were bloodshot, but he was in good spirits, wiping his dagger earnestly.

Qing Ze leaned against the door frame, folded his hands on his chest, and asked curiously: "You have been fighting enemies for many years, I thought you would use larger weapons, why do you like this kind of short knife?"

Yin Luo paused for a moment, his eyelashes trembled, and continued wiping the dagger, and replied: "It's convenient to use."

Qing Ze snorted, shrugged, and said, okay.

He walked up to Yin Luo, melted out a steamed bun that he didn't know where he had hidden before, and handed it to Yin Luo, then looked at the statue, thought for a moment, then turned his head and said, "I think maybe we don't need to go to the village gone."

They stayed in the dilapidated Dragon Temple for another day, and saw that the sacrifices on the table were shriveled and shriveled, not as fresh and full as they were a day ago.

Qingze looked at the fruit, but he didn't know what he was thinking, so he told Yin Luo that he had something to go out for a while, and asked Yin Luo to wait for him in the temple.

Before he left, he said: "If you are bored, you can try to see what will happen if you run away secretly."

Yin Luo said: "Your puppet is still in the palace, so what's the use of me running away."

Qing Ze narrowed his eyes, too lazy to be serious with him.

Ordinary people may not be able to see those faint footprints that were deliberately covered with loess and were not there yesterday, but they couldn't hide them from him.

Presumably Yin Luo did more than just keep watch at night.

The left and right are nothing more than a few hidden guards, and it is not uncommon for the majestic lord of a country to bring a few by his side.

According to Yin Luo's temperament, if no one is always reporting what's going on in the palace, he probably won't be able to let go of leaving the imperial city.

It took half a day for Qingze to go out.Yin Luo sat alone in the temple, pulled out the hairpin on top of his head, and pulled out a very thin carbon core and a small piece of paper from it.He bowed his head and wrote something, folded it into a small roll, stuffed it in the gap behind the statue, and put a small mark on the statue beside him with a red ointment that looked like spices and smelled tasteless , before re-inserting the hairpin back in place.

After a while, a light knocking sound could be faintly heard outside the door, from far to near.

At first Yin Luo thought it was Qing Ze who had returned, but after a second the sound became a little louder, only to realize that it was more like the sound of something rubbing against a hard object than the sound of footsteps.

He was facing the statue with his back to the gate, but he heard the voice more and more clearly, and without looking back, he turned sideways and rolled towards the thick cloth pile next to him, and pulled the wooden board next to the rag pile to block the front, forming a blind spot behind him. Another piece of rag was lifted up to cover the plank with people, only a few small holes in the plank that were eaten by insects and ants were exposed.

He didn't have a heartbeat or breath, and he was dressed in black and had black hair, as if he had become one with the gap.

The friction and knocking sound became louder and louder.

Click, click, click...

The only half of the dilapidated wooden door made a "squeak -" sound.

It must have been pushed away by someone.

This "push" is not a sudden push, but a gradual push, as if what the other party is pushing is not a broken door of an abandoned temple in the wilderness, but a refined scholar gently pushing the door of an ordinary family.

The sunlight projected into the temple is partially blocked, and the shadow on the ground outlines the outline of a person whose proportions are exaggerated.

Yin Luo silently took out the dagger and held it in his hand.

The man entered the temple but did not go forward. Instead, he turned around and closed the door gently.The temple door is only half open, and the door frame cannot be fastened tightly. Even if it is pushed back to the original angle, it will still be blown by the hot wind from time to time, almost losing the dignity of being a door.

After a while, the shadow dragged a person in.

Click, click, click.

babble, babble, babble.

Crack, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Yin Luo silently looked in the direction of the person coming through the tiny holes in the wooden board.

——He had never seen such a strange "person".

This person is more than two meters long, with a broad frame, but an extremely thin body, like a tall, walking bamboo pole.The protrusions of his joints are extremely obvious, and it seems that they will be wrapped by a thin layer of skin, which is quite craggy. The sound of rubbing against hard objects is the sound of bones rubbing and colliding during this person's actions, making him look obvious. There is a sense of contradiction between extreme horror and extreme pitifulness.

As he walked into the temple step by step, the air in the temple became hotter and hotter.

Going two steps further in, you can clearly see that his upper body is naked/naked, and his lower body is wrapped in a piece of fabric that is so old that the color cannot be seen. His skin is between blue and red, and there are hazy veins underneath. It was glowing red, as if something was burning from the inside out.

The strangest thing was the thing in his hand.

In his slender hands like dead branches, he carried a clean, even girly, hand-woven bamboo basket with exquisite patterns, in which were the dewy fruits that Qingze Yinluo saw when he first came to this temple.

This strange monster walked briskly, but the posture of carrying the fruit basket could be called cautious, without any bumps.

He finally came to the statue, looked at it sincerely, lowered his head, slowed down his movements, cleared the rotten melons and fruits aside, wiped the dishes carefully with a handkerchief, and put the melons and fruits he brought just now one by one In the go in.

Then he put the rotten melons into the empty fruit basket.

Put it down and count it.

One, two, three, four, five.

He froze for a moment, and counted again.

One, two, three, four, five.

Only five of the rotting fruit remained.

Yin Luo secretly thought that it was not good, and saw that the originally not strong heat on the man exploded.The other party raised his head angrily, looked around for a few times, found some clues, and finally settled on the corner where Yin Luo was hiding.

Yin Luo didn't blink, counting his steps, and when he walked in front of him and lifted the thick cloth covering his head, he stabbed him with his backhand.

He estimated the opponent's height, and the knife was aimed straight at the eyes.As soon as the monster lifted the thick cloth, it saw a silver light flashing from the tip of the sharp knife, subconsciously closed its eyes, and turned sideways to avoid Yin Luo's attack.Yin Luo couldn't take a single blow, and didn't like to fight, so he rolled over, kicked the ground with his toes, and jumped backwards.Another piece of long cloth was torn off from this side, and with a throw of the arm, the cloth was shaken away, and thrown over to block the figure.As soon as the cloth opened and threw it over, it was grabbed and opened five long holes in the middle.

Yin Luo was used to using heavy weapons before, and his martial arts were not agile and elegant. The monster's strength was not outrageous, but his speed was so fast that it was completely inconsistent with his body shape. It could be called as lightning-like.He flung the rag behind him with one claw, and turned over. Even though he was blocked from his sight just now, he instinctively kicked Yin Luo in the chest, causing him to fly a few meters, and smashed it with a bang. In the corner.

Yin Luo lay on the ground, lowered his head and vomited a mouthful of blood. He tried his best and grabbed a wooden stick scattered on the ground. Monster pace rhythm.

Whether it's martial arts or spells, the moment of attack is always the moment with the greatest vulnerability. Warriors should avoid impatience when fighting. He has to be patient and wait for the moment when the monster attacks.

The monster walked towards Yin Luo cautiously, with his right hand slightly raised by his side, a bright yellow flame burst out from his palm, and gradually burned into a round fireball swaying in the breeze.

Yin Luo lowered his head, feeling that his hair was getting hot from the approaching monster, counting silently in his heart.

Three steps, two steps, one...

With a sound of "Clang--", a green long sword flew obliquely in, and it would be inserted into the brick a few centimeters away from the monster's right foot.

It turned out that Qing Ze hadn't gone far at all.When he found out that what was enshrined in this temple was Hefang Dragon God and the tribute fruit that should not exist here, he had the heart to catch the other party in his urn.

But he originally thought that what he was waiting for would be a green-clothed goddess with long eyebrows, thin eyes and a clean face, but unexpectedly, there was something strange and strange that he had never seen before.

If I hadn't eaten that peach at that time, I might have been able to observe for a while longer, but now that my whereabouts are exposed, I can only take action.

He flew in with fluttering clothes, and fought with the monster with a few swords and flowers, and the flames splattered for a while.That monster was originally walking in a light and agile way. In a head-on confrontation, he could only parry and had no room to fight back.However, he saw several sword blades slashing towards the god statue, so he turned over and stood in front of the god statue's altar, holding the fire and slashing the sword blades away one by one.

Qing Ze originally planned to capture him alive, but he was forced by his almost self-defeating fighting style to restrict his attacks everywhere, for fear that any sword would stab hard, and the clue would be cut off here.

Without the cover of the gust of wind and bursts of brilliant swords, the monster could see his face clearly after a few moves.

The monster's eyes were full of anger just now, but after seeing Qing Ze's appearance, his eyes widened. There was only horror in his pupils. Even his defensive movements slowed down, and his aggressiveness suddenly weakened a lot.

It seems that he not only knows Qing Ze, but also has no hostility.

Seeing that the opponent's momentum had weakened, Qing Ze also stopped attacking, holding the sword behind him with one hand, and stood three meters away from the monster.

The monster's movements also stopped, clearly revealing its extremely strange face.

His cheekbones are high and protruding, his bones are still thick and abrupt, his face is extremely long, and his skin is also a strange color like the skin on his body, and there are even lumpy black marks that seem to be burnt.But if you don't look at the bones, but only look at the facial features, it can be called beautiful.

He looked at his ancient beast with a cold expression, and seemed a little uncertain when he spoke: "...Bai Ze?"