The enemy has a crush on me

Qing Ze shook his head: "You are mistaken, I am not Bai Ze."

The monster turned a deaf ear to his denial, stretched out his fingers, gestured at him from top to bottom, and said in a hoarse and strange voice, "You changed your clothes....Your temperament is also different."

Qing Ze said: "I am Qing Ze."

Considering that Yin Luo was in the temple, he added: "Song Qingze."

The monster's expression was extremely suspicious, as if he was sure that Qingze was lying to him, and he muttered, "Who is Qingze? I've never heard of it."

Nowadays, there are many monsters who have never seen Bai Ze, but few have never heard of Qing Ze.

Unless he met Bai Ze before Qing Ze recovered his memory, after Qing Ze recovered his memory, he would hide from the world and live in seclusion.

Qing Ze looked at the statue behind the monster, and asked, "What's the relationship between you and the goddess Ba?"

Hearing this question, the monster took half a step back and touched the tribute table with its back.The tribute table was originally not very stable, and it shook slightly after being touched.

The monster reacted and stopped moving.

He turned around and rearranged the Gongguo that was messed up just now, with his back to Qingze, and said: "...they call me Hanba now."

The monster put all the tributes back, seemed to think of something, turned around, and his eyes lit up.

The monster suddenly jumped in front of Qingze, his speed was so fast, Qingze only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and found that his dead branch-like hands were firmly clamping his wrist.

His expression suddenly became agitated, and his hands trembled so hard.If it wasn't Qing Ze, but a mortal next to him, it would be able to crush the opponent's wrist directly.

He said, "Bai Ze...do you know where Ying Long went?"

He added: "Bai Ze... Is Ying Long still alive?"

Qing Ze pulled his hand away, and repeated again: "I am not Bai Ze."

The monster said: "How can you not be Bai Ze? You are obviously Bai Ze. You are an auspicious beast born in the prehistoric, and you are Ying Long's friend. Hundreds of years ago, you disappeared with Ying Long... Now you are back, Where is Ying Long?"

He looked behind Qingze, and saw the loess that was empty.

He asked again: "Where is Yinglong?"

Qing Ze didn't want to entangle this issue with him any more, and said, "How did you become like this?"

The monster smiled, showing crooked yellow teeth: "You asked me how I became what I am now, but I don't remember what it was like before, and how can I answer you."

His speech was confused, although it was mostly fluent, but he was a little weirdly crazy, as if his brain had been broken.

Because he believed that Qing Ze was Bai Ze, he was not wary of Qing Ze, and asked about the ins and outs of the future without asking a few words.

Listening to his description, Qingze remembered the storyteller he met two days ago.

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.

After speaking, he said, this is actually a story of one person.

Qing Ze originally regarded the inversion of yin and yang as heresy, but ignored the later gods who were born from chaos because of belief.

The gender, good and evil, divinity, mana, and disposition of the gods of later generations are all born with the birth of belief, and can also be changed with the change of belief.

Hanba also told a story.

The woman in the story is a beautiful goddess, and the man in the story is an ugly monster.

After the lecture, Han Yan said that this is actually a story of one person.

Yinglong went to the Huaishui River to help Dayu, and he never returned.The female demon was discovered by the human race not long after.Those people read the records of their ancestors hundreds of years ago, discovered the method of sending gods, and immediately used it.

At that time, hundreds of years had passed since the battle against Chiyou, and the human race’s contribution to Nuba was no longer as profound as that of the ancestors who had experienced the war. Their fear of her far exceeded their respect, and later they died because of the hunger caused by the drought. Added a point of hatred.

The ceremony of sending off the gods gradually changed, from singing and dancing with sacrifices to a ritual of exorcising the gods by selecting sacrifices and killing them.

Probably because she felt that it was unreasonable to treat a celestial girl who came down to earth to help her in this way, and her image in the mouth of the human race was also consciously tampered with into a horrible man in the shape of a zombie.

Her good, evil and divine power all come from the belief and cognition of the human race. When the human race completely denied her status as a goddess, they regarded her as a demon.

——He really became a demon.

Countless young boys and girls who were sacrificed as his substitutes were full of resentment when they died. Because they died tragically in his name, all those resentments were concentrated on him, making him look even more terrifying and shriveled, as if he had been killed. After draining all the essence/blood from his body, only a huge, hard and hollow skeleton was left burning angrily under the skin.

With a swipe of his brush, the literati who wrote Zhiyi crossed out the word "Tiannv" and changed its name to "Hanba".

He has fled for hundreds of years, only to feel that his mind has become more and more confused with the change of human beliefs. He can't remember many things clearly. His own strong hatred and desire to destroy the human race came.

That hatred did not come from him, it was the human race who imposed their own destructive desire on him.

They were so convinced that they really turned him into the monster they described.

Gradually, he stopped running away and stayed wherever he wanted.

Instead, those cruel and evil rituals decreased.

The extreme fear of him left the human beings wherever he went with the only choice to leave their homes and migrate elsewhere.

Most of those left behind are ignorant and harmless ordinary people. Three generations of grandparents have worked hard all their lives, and the only thing they have is the not-so-fertile land in front of their homes.Now that the Seven Kingdoms are in conflict, it is death to go out, and it is death to stay.

He has also seen young couples leaving with their children.They parted and died, and the young man cried all the time.The old man said hurry up, the child is still too young to let her starve to death in the village.

Young couple shaking their heads.

The old man leaned on the bed, picked up the walking stick with the slumped edge, and hit the young man with a vicious and domineering look:

go or not? !go or not? !

The two young men did not speak, the husband supported his wife, the wife held the child, and walked away step by step.

Seeing that they had disappeared without a trace, the old man began to cry, and his hoarse and ugly voice seemed to have a deep lifelessness.

She was so irritable just now, but now she is full of sadness and fear.

She didn't want to die.

She also wants to live.

But a simple man is worth living more than her.

A good woman is worth living more than she is.

The little baby was worth living more than she was.

Their remaining lives are longer than hers, and their survival is a new home.

Her existence is to let them watch the hope of life in front of them but they can't fight for it.How could she have the heart to let them stay here.

The old man stretched out his hand into the air, knowing that it was impossible for the young couple to hear her voice.

She opened her mouth and made a hoarse voice: "Back..."

The room echoed: Back to...

Listening to the echo, she said, "Come back..."

The room echoed: Come back...

The old man's cane fell to the ground.

She couldn't bend down, looked at the crutches that were close at hand, and realized that she was still alive, but in this world, she was already a dead person.

Finally, the old man screamed hoarsely at the empty and dilapidated room, "Come back! Come back! Come back! Come back!"

The room said: come back.return.Come back.

Come back.Come back.Come back.

Don't let me die here.

I don't want to die here.

The old man died in bed two days later.Her wrinkled, withered, emaciated hands remained extended toward the empty doorway.

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Where the drought was caused, there was mourning everywhere.

People have fabricated a demon out of thin air, and they cannot defeat this demon.

Han Yan felt happy when he saw the miserable appearance of those people.

He shouldn't feel happy, but the human race thinks he should feel happy, so he can only feel happy.

How could he be blamed?

"I only came here three years ago. At that time, there were many people here. There were people here, there were people there. There were people everywhere. They were not afraid of me showing my true face. Some children gave me candied haws to eat. Yes, not only the villagers, but also many people who came from other places to offer incense. They all said that the Dragon Temple here is very spiritual."

"I have seen many dragon temples, and this is the first time I have seen a temple dedicated to Yinglong. His mana did not come from human worship, and he has disappeared for many years. I don't want to understand it now. Tell me, How come there is a Yinglong Temple with a lot of incense in this little-known village?"

At that time, people in Luwei Village came and went, and the Dragon Temple was very lively.Both sides of the temple entrance are filled with melons and fruits, joss sticks, paper money, vegetarian wine, wish posts, firecrackers, and fireworks.The air is humid, with a faint smell of fireworks.

Vendors count their money softly, and visitors spend happily.

Come with joy, go with joy.

Hanba looked at the statue: Unlike the dragon god next to him, this dragon had a pair of gorgeous wings.

He looked at the endless stream of pilgrims, and he also wanted to imitate them in placing sacrifices and lighting incense to make wishes every day.

He wanted to buy some tribute fruits at first, but adults were not as friendly to him as children. The quantity of fruits in the north was limited, and many street vendors felt that he was dressed weirdly and disgustingly, so they were unwilling to sell tribute fruits to him, and wanted to sell them to Miao Ling. A woman, a wealthy businessman.

There are as many incense candles as you want, so Han Yan decided to buy a few incense sticks.

Fortunately, the tribute fruits kept in Yinglong Temple have never been broken, so much that there is almost no room for them on the tribute table, and there is no shortage of him.

When it was his turn, Hanba held up the incense and thought about something, thinking that if the temple is really effective, then Yinglong should be able to hear his voice.

He carefully inserted the three sticks of incense into the cauldron and watched them ignite little by little, leaving a long piece of incense ash on the stick, which was broken by the wind and turned into countless small, white dots. It fell down and disappeared into countless incense ash.