The enemy has a crush on me

Qing Ze raised his head.

The man looked very handsome, dressed in a foreign race, with heterochromatic eyes, small round earrings on his ears, and a few circles of fur on the neckline of his clothes.

Seeing the two people looking at him, he still smiled, made a gesture of surrender with his hands raised, and put down his hands again, showing that he had no malice towards them, then turned sideways, facing Qing Ze, without concealing himself Who is it for.

Qing Ze asked: "You are?"

The man said: "I also came here for the same purpose as you."

Qing Ze sneered: "Do you know what our purpose is?"

The man also smiled and said, "Most of the people here are here for this purpose."

Qing Ze said: "Then you go find those most people."

The man looked a little embarrassed, he was silent for two seconds, thought for a while, looked at the empty seat beside Qing Ze, pointed to the stool, and asked, "Can I sit here?"

Qing Ze stood up: "We're leaving anyway, you can sit wherever you want."

"Come on," he said.

Seeing that Qingze got up to leave, he quickly pushed him back to his seat, sat next to Qingze, looked very intimate, looked at Yin Luo, and said to Qingze: "Your companion, there seems to be something wrong."

Yin Luo looked up at him.

The person who came put his hand on Qing Ze's shoulder, pointed to his nose, and said, "Mine is very sensitive."

Qing Ze pushed his hand away, and said: "Your nose is not working, it has nothing to do with me. If you have a strange yin and yang, go find someone else."

The man put his hot face on his cold butt, and he didn't feel that he was making fun of himself. Although his hands were honest, he still said: "Don't believe me."

He leaned to Qingze's neck, smelled it, and said: "You have a very ancient and distant, faint scent of mountains and flowing water, which is very pleasant... I rarely smell such a scent."

He turned his head again, sniffed Yin Luo from a distance, and said, "As for him... I've never smelled such a strange smell.... No... I've smelled it before, in some... not very clean places. things. But I've never smelled so..."

"Enough!" Qing Ze said, "What do you want to do?"

The man didn't mind being dumped, he patted Qing Ze's back familiarly, as a comforting gesture, and smiled apologetically: "Don't get me wrong, I have no hostility."

After he finished speaking, he looked around, and took a soundproof note on the table: "I can distinguish all the smells in the world, and the smell of the face thief is no problem. I bet that there is no one in the world who can do this." No more than three."

Qing Ze said: "That's great, after you kill that face-stealer and receive the reward, I'll kill you directly, and then I can get what I want."

The man said: "Look, it's like this. There are too many people participating in the competition now, we might as well shrink the battlefield. I know that after killing the face-stealer, I can hide it from ordinary monsters, but I can't hide it from the top ones, and I can't bring them back." I got away with the booty, so I bet a few treasures."

Qing Ze said: "What does it have to do with me?"

The man said: "I left a mark on the face thief, and told me that in the past few days, I found someone with high mana in the city. However, this mark will not appear until the full moon in a few days, and only those who have been informed by me will be able to find it." .I will lure the face-stealer to a dark place that day, and only a few people with high mana and power will know about it. You must all be well-known figures, and you should have absolute confidence in your own strength. The final winner will go to secretly receive Reward. If you defeat me after receiving the reward, you can take away the reward. I defeat the winner, and no one will know that I have participated in this competition."

It is simply a blatant fight between snipe and clam, and the fisherman takes advantage. This person uses the news in his hand to trade with the other party's ego, betting that the other party believes that he is good enough to fight against other strong people, and he still has the strength to teach a not-so-powerful young man. demon.

Qing Ze finally looked at him squarely and said, "Are we also one of the people you selected?"

The man shook his head, pointed at Qing Ze, and said, "You are."

He glanced at Yin Luo, turned his head again, and said to Qing Ze: "Who the hell are you? You brought a demon by your side. Be careful not to prick your hand with a sharp weapon, and you will be blamed instead."

Qing Ze said: "He is not a demon."

The man said: "All right, all right, if you say it's not, then it's not."

He has never met Qing Ze before, but he is diligent and active.

Those with strong mana are mostly conceited, and the combination of flattery and provocation is almost invincible.He understood Qing Ze's logic of thinking, and felt that he was [-]% sure of it.

However, Qing Ze, who was still half-smiling just now, seemed to be somewhat interested in this suggestion, after hearing his two words of flattery just now, instead his face sank, he tore off the sound-proof note, stood up, and said to Yin Luo: "This guy has been Nonsense, it's annoying, let's go."

Yin Luo didn't stand up and asked, "What are the demons?"

The man looked at Yin Luo's expression and was stunned for a few seconds before confirming that he was not pretending to be stupid, and said, "You ask me? If you want me to say, the demons are the most..."

Qing Ze drew out his sword, raised his voice and said: "If you continue to fan the flames here, I will finish you here, no matter how much you bet on, it will be useless."

He got angry and didn't look at the situation at all. The tea guests sitting on the left and right were shocked when they saw this seemingly elegant and handsome young man suddenly turned his face and pulled out a long sword from nowhere.Crying and running for a while, knocking over teacups, sneaking glances.

Seeing that everyone around him was looking at him, the man knew that this topic of discussion, which was too bizarre for ordinary people, could not go on any longer. Looking at the shopkeeper who hurried out, he pointed at Qing Ze and said, "I don't know what's good!" , and left angrily.

The shopkeeper ran out from the tea room, before anyone arrived, the voice came first: "What's the matter? What's the matter!"

At this moment, the man had already left, and when the shopkeeper saw Qing Ze holding the sword, he panted and cupped his hands and said, "Guest officer, what's the matter. We are also a small business, look at you, this, this, this... who offended you?" La?"

Qing Ze was even more angry than him, and said: "Shopkeeper, this shop of yours is an elegant tea shop after all, why did you let all the low-end hooligans into it? It's just so clean."

The shopkeeper didn't know that he was being angered, he really thought that Qingze was harassed by the local ruffians, and felt that he was wronged, he couldn't blame Qingze for disturbing other tea customers, so he had to apologize repeatedly, saying that he would compensate two people for a pot of tea, hoping Calm down Qing Ze's anger.

He folded his hands and bowed his head to apologize, while calculating how much money he would lose in today's riot. After calculating, he felt a little bitter in his heart. He didn't hear the young man in green shirt continue to reply, but found a pair of slender and strong hands supporting him. To himself, a deep and pleasant baritone said: "No need."

The shopkeeper raised his head and found that the man in black who was walking with the man in green shirt who didn't know how to taste tea had reached out and removed the hairpin from his hair crown.

The hairpin is exquisite in workmanship, carved in ebony wood, with smooth lines, and a piece of yellow jadeite embedded in the end, which is very valuable.

The shopkeeper stared blankly at his movements, and after recovering, he realized that the hairpin had been put into his hand.

The man said: "Boss, just now we met an acquaintance who had a quarrel with us, and we disturbed the other tea customers in order to drive him away."

He paused and said: "The golden carvings and jade on this hairpin should be enough to cover today's revenue..."

Holding the hairpin, the shopkeeper repeatedly refused, saying, "No need...it's too expensive..."

The man in black directly put his hands together and said, "If you think it's worth more than that, answer a few questions for me."

The shopkeeper had no choice but to accept the hairpin and said, "Say it, say it."

The man asked, "How have the guests here recently changed from before?"

The shopkeeper thought for a while: "The number of customers in the past few days... There are many more strangers than regular customers. It used to be about half and half, but now strangers can account for [-] to [-]%. My family has a lot of regular customers. The increase in strangers should be due to the increase in traffic in the city. It's too fast."

He thought about it for a while, and then said: "Although most of the strangers in the past were foreigners, after all, I can guess which country they came from, but now I can't guess the strangers at all."

The man in the black shirt nodded and said, "Thank you."

The shopkeeper said: "Hey, there is no need to thank you. The guest officer's hairpin is so precious. If you ask a few more questions, I will tell you everything."

The man in black said: "Enough."

The man in the green shirt didn't seem to be so angry anymore. Seeing the messy tea table, his expression was a little subtle, but he stopped talking.

When they walked away, the shopkeeper looked at the hairpin, and remembered the back figure that he saw when he came out of the tea room in a hurry, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed familiar.

He shook his head, hey, there are so many tea customers coming and going here every day, it's normal for them to be familiar.

The two of Qingze didn't know what the shopkeeper was thinking.They came out of the tea shop and walked on the streets of the town. No one spoke again. Although they barely walked side by side, there was always a gap of one and a half people between them, and no one deliberately approached each other.

Yin Luo looked ahead and said, "Song Qingze, it was a 'monster' who came to talk to you just now, wasn't it?"

Qing Ze said: "Yes."

Yin Luo said again: "The 'foreigners from some country' in this city are also 'monsters', aren't they?"

Qing Ze said: "Yes."

Yin Luo said: "Song Qingze, you are not some powerful human warlock, are you?"

Qing Ze said, "Didn't you already know about it?"

Yin Luo said: "I already knew."

He paused, and said again: "Song Qingze, what is the 'Demon Race'?"

Qing Ze frowned, and finally got impatient: "What does the demon race have to do with you?"

Yin Luo said: "That butcher is the 'Demon Race', isn't it?"

Qing Ze said: "Yes, yes. Yes! So what?! Think about that butcher, and think about yourself, are you the same as him?!"

His words were quite loud, and the people around him couldn't help but look sideways.

Yin Luo said: "Song Qingze, don't get excited."

Qingze's nose contracted twice, he calmed down, and cursed in a low voice: "That damned monster, next time I catch him, he must cramp and skin him."

Yin Luo heard a lot of his harsh words, but instead smiled, convinced: "My father is the former Lord Xuanyong, and my mother is the first emperor's concubine. They are all dragons and phoenixes among human beings, and I am naturally also a human race. "

Seeing that Qing Ze's expression softened, Yin Luo said again: "By the way, what did you hear just now?"

Qing Ze didn't reply to him, and only talked about the face-stealer when he walked to a sparsely populated corner.

Yin Luo thought for a while, and said, "That is to say, all the good-looking people in the inner city are locked up, and most of the people on the street are people outside the target range of face-stealing thieves."

Qing Ze said: "That's right."

Yin Luo said: "Then your appearance, won't it be too conspicuous when walking in the inner city block?"

Qing Ze said: "..."

What he said seemed to be praising him for his good looks.

Qing Ze felt uncomfortable all over, and said, "You don't have to suddenly flatter me..."

Yin Luo said: "I mean, you should have been the best target for face thieves in the first place, but now you are the only target for face thieves. If he is really so obsessed with handsome looks, how could he not treat you The face is tempted?"

Qing Ze was stunned.

Yin Luo said again: "Let's go to the inner city. You've been showing your face on the streets these few days, maybe the face-stealer will come after you without waiting for the full moon."

Qing Ze said: "What kind of argument is this? You should rely on your strength to catch him. If you do it deliberately, even if you catch him, it will be too shameful."

Yin Luo said: "A head-to-head fight means getting on the table, but the art of war and tactics is not going to be on the table."

Qing Ze said: "Which art of war has such a saying? If you can tell it, I will cooperate with you once."

Yin Luo coughed, and said in a deep voice, "Beauty tricks."

This was the first time someone dared to put these three words on his head, Qing Ze choked for a moment, looked at Yin Luo, and said sarcastically, "Why don't you go."

Yin Luo's expression was extremely surprised, as if he couldn't understand why Qing Ze asked such a question, and said in a daze: "Beauty tricks are naturally effective tricks that can only be used by beauties."

He looked so serious, frowning slightly because of serious thinking, completely unaware that his words were simply teasing.

The author has something to say: there is a difference between the protoss in the text and the ancient protoss~

For example, Ba is a protoss, but he is a god of later generations.

Moreover, Qingze's mana was considered powerful among the ancient gods in the prehistoric period.

However, Qingze's spells are tyrannical in attack, and many non-offensive spells used in daily life are not so outstanding, and he also has a specialization of 8 in arithmetic.

The face thief can only smell that Qingze is a protoss, but he doesn't know that he is an ancient beast, otherwise he must be a man with his tail between his legs_(:з」∠)_

As for Yin Luo, because Yin Luo's situation is more complicated, ordinary people can't smell the devilish energy on him. It's really because the face thief has a particularly good sense of smell, and the kind that ranks among the top in the Three Realms is so good, so I think he Definitely Mozu.