The enemy has a crush on me

According to Hu Yanhong's personality, he shouldn't be very convinced, and he has to fight again.

But he just looked at Yin Luo's right hand holding the spear/spear, rolled the painting sword in half a circle, stood it upright by his side, and slammed it heavily on the ground, making a "boom".

This is a very Huyan-style closing movement with awe-inspiring momentum.

The place where they competed was at the entrance of the promenade, which was spacious and flat, like the pavilions and promenades behind it, it was paved with white marble, and every corner reflected the light, looking from a distance, it seemed to be completely covered. melting snow.

At this time, the sky is high and bright, the sun is reflected in the lake water, and the dazzling light that pierces through the gaps of lotus leaves and pierces into the lake water one by one like broken stars, turns into a full moon and hides like a disk between the blue sky and a leaf. In the dark in the pool.

The long sword was stuck on the white marble bricks, and it completely smashed the daytime moon hidden in the pool water.

Hu Yanhong put Chang Jian aside, grabbed a handful of slightly wet and somewhat disheveled hair, reached out to dust off the dust on the left and right fronts, and then reached out to the shoulder blades to unbutton the armor.

The general disarmed, intending to return to the field.

Lord Sheyi watched his movements and said, "Hu Yanhong! Have you had enough trouble!"

Hu Yanhong said: "The young general told His Majesty Yin before the fight. Regardless of whether he wins or loses, he will resign and plead guilty."

King Sheyi was too angry to speak.

Yin Luo also handed the spear/spear to the attendant who came forward, and felt that his right hand was numb from the shock of Hu Yanhong's attack, and even slightly cracked. The monarch of the Kingdom of Sheyi said: "It is really a blessing for Sheyi to have such a strong general."

Lord Sheyi waved his hands and shook his head again. Although he seemed to disagree, he did not refute. After two seconds, the expression on his face became less angry: "If you only talk about marching and fighting..."

He started talking, seeing that Hu Yanhong had already unbuttoned one side of the buckle, swallowed back the praise that was about to slip out, and stamped his feet angrily: "Did you hear that? His Majesty Yin saved you face. Discord You care about it. Hurry up and put on your armor, what should you do? Otherwise, tomorrow I will go to the general's mansion and tell your old lady word by word what good things you have done."

Hu Yanhong's movements stopped.

Lord Sheyi poked his head and said, "Your old lady should have been moved out just now."

Huyan Hongtian is not afraid of the earth, but the old matriarch at home, who is so embarrassed at this moment that he can no longer make a distinction.

Seeing that the competition here has finally come to an end, Qing Ze, who was sitting in the Lotus Appreciation Pavilion with his feet up, pouted, walked forward, stretched his waist, poked his head, and said to Yin Luo: "Did you win? ?”

Yin Luo remained silent.

Originally, Qing Ze just asked casually, but did not see the expected affirmative reply, so he showed a somewhat surprised expression to Yin Luo, who was pursing his lips.

The monarch of Sheyi Kingdom said: "Your Majesty Yin's miraculous skills are unrivaled in the world, so naturally he won."

Qing Ze looked at Yin Luo upon hearing the words.

Fortunately, walking with Yin Luo along the way, he gradually became able to distinguish the subtle emotions revealed by his many micro-expressions that seemed indistinguishable from others. ——If he felt embarrassed, he would often show such a look.

Qing Ze coughed lightly, changed the subject and said, "I didn't know you could use a gun."

This is true, Yin Luo used to be a warrior, and since he first met him, he has used a short blade with ease. Obviously, he has put in a lot of hard work and hard work, but this short blade is mostly used by assassins, although it is more sensitive Swiftness, after all, seemed a bit stingy.

Yin Luo froze for a moment, then subconsciously shook his right hand, involving the tiger's mouth that was shattered during the martial arts competition just now. ——He hasn't held a gun for two years, and the habit of holding the handle of the gun after hearing this word is still the same, but there is nothing to hold.

Reality and memories can be described as vastly different, Yin Luo regained his composure and said, "It's nothing more than knowing some tricks. If you haven't practiced for a few years, you're already familiar with it."

The tone of this reply was calm, as if the person who spoke could not hear the slightest regret at the loss of his skills, nor even the slightest regret or nostalgia for reminiscing about his heroism back then.

That's right, the Lord Xuanyong has long been in power, so it is normal to waste martial arts.

Hu Yanhong was originally standing aside in rare silence, when he heard the conversation between the two, his back teeth clenched.

But he still didn't say anything after all.

The palace sent slaves to secretly send the rewards into the palace the next day. King Sheyi originally planned to entertain them for a few more days, but seeing that the two had decided to go, he had to give them a carriage and let them out of the palace.

After all, Yin Luo also visited secretly, and kept a low profile when he left.At the end of the day, the King of Sheyi was still active, and came to see him off, and gave a loud order to the coachman. His words were detailed and longer than the foot wrap. It can be roughly summed up as if you dare to let the new emperor make any mistakes. I will definitely ask you when I come back—although there is a suspicion that Yin Luo deliberately let Yin Luo hear it, the content can be called sincere.

Qingze got into the carriage after Yin Luo, but before he got into the carriage, he was mysteriously held back by the monarch of Sheyi Kingdom.

The majestic king of a country stuffed a small box of ointment into Qingze's arms with a wretched face, and said a lot of nonsense that the little brothers are all the old brother's wishful thinking.Qing Ze didn't understand what he was saying at all, he poked out his divine sense to confirm that there was no strange aura in it, and accepted what was given to him very politely based on the principle of throwing it away if he didn't take it.

Just turning around to get into the car, he was grabbed again.

Is there anything that can't be said all at once?Qing Ze frowned and turned around, surprised that King Sheyi looked like this when he didn't deliberately make a smirk or an exaggerated expression.

There were fine wrinkles at the end of his eyes, seeing Qingze turned around, he stuffed another small box of Go for Qingze, patted Qingze on the shoulder, and said: Play again if you are destined.

Qingze accepted the go and finally got into the carriage.

Hu Yanhong didn't show up again after the competition, Ren Sheyi was soft-spoken, even coaxed, coaxed, and forcefully dragged without giving any face, as if he didn't even bother to do superficial work.However, he has never been friendly to Yin Luo, and his coming may not necessarily be a good thing.

The wooden wheels creaked and creaked and turned slowly, and they left the palace in a short while, and the side windows could hear the noise in the street.Yin Luo opened a corner of the curtain on the side window, looked outside for a while, then heard Qing Ze whispering to him to close the curtain.

When Qing Ze first got into the car, his expression was still relaxed, but after looking at each other with the packed luggage for a while, his expression changed a bit.

It would take some time for the carriage to drive to the next resting place. He seemed to be a little anxious, and he tapped the beam of the carriage with his slender fingers restlessly, and finally made a decision.

Seeing Yin Luo close the curtain, Qing Ze stopped tapping his fingers, rummaged through the rewards for a while, and opened the box in the carriage where the scale fragments were stored.

The black fragments were wrapped in a piece of ruby-like amber, not a trace of breath leaked out.There are numerous scratches on the amber, which must have been tried several times.

Qing Ze let out a long breath when he saw the unattractive fragment.He looked at the amber wrapped in fragments, sneered, and easily refined the amber body, completely exposing the scales inside.It was wrapped in misty black air, but it took only a few seconds to take it out, and even the young man's hands were wrapped in vine-like black mist, and his teeth and claws were so ugly.

Qing Ze rolled his eyes, took out the fragment that Yin Luo had given him from his bosom, and placed it together with this fragment.Two fragments of different shapes lay quietly in the slender and white hands. Qingze tried to put them together, but found that the gaps could not fit together, so he took out a few fragments of the same material from his bosom. After comparing them, I finally found a piece and put it in the middle. Seeing that it fit perfectly, I smiled smugly.

After laughing, he pursed his lips again, as if bewildered, but unfortunately, the outline he spelled out was strange, and it was really incomplete.

Yin Luo looked at it, and felt a deep sense of uneasiness from nowhere.

The young man handed the three fragments put together in front of him, and said in a muttering tone, "Here, open your eyes, these are dragon scales."

His fingers rubbed the scales obsessively, with an expression of resentment and joy, as if he couldn't see the thicker and spreading black mist.

"The black energy on the scales is the 'resentment' embodied by the demonic energy. The owner of the scales was beheaded and killed in the Huai River by the Human Emperor on the grounds of protecting the human race. The emperor had a 'resentment'. Even if the emperor who killed him had already died, the 'resentment' was still inherited by successive emperors."

"Now that the scales are born, the creatures who hold the scale fragments will be affected by it, and will avenge him for being beheaded by the former emperor. You are the emperor of this world, and you are the master of the scales—the ancient beast Yinglong—now The target of revenge, if you don't cooperate with me, you won't be able to avoid the next catastrophe even if you escaped the previous catastrophe. There is only one word 'death' anyway. It just so happens that I need to collect all these fragments, at least I won't let you die on the road, you should live well Thank me."

Yin Luo said: "Such an ominous thing should be destroyed."

Qing Ze originally had his usual teasing tone, but when he heard Yin Luo's words, his face darkened.

He said: "In the final analysis, it is your own fault. Now killing people pays for their lives, and karma is nothing more. If you really break these pieces, I will definitely make your life worse than death."

After scolding Yin Luo, Qingze still felt a little irritable, wrapped the scales well, and put them in his arms, only then noticed that blood was oozing from Yin Luo's right hand.

It should be the injury he suffered during the martial arts contest with Hu Yanhong.

He continued: "The two short blades of yours are indeed of extraordinary quality, and they are indeed not considered as dignified weapons. In order to practice this kind of unorthodox skill, but become unfamiliar with the spear you are good at, it is too uneconomical."

Yin Luo was silent for a long time, and said, "Just enough."

Qing Ze felt that this rhetoric was unreasonable. After thinking about it, he felt that it had nothing to do with him, so he stopped talking.

The carriage was very spacious, Qing Ze lay down on the side, after a while, he saw Yin Luo was still sitting against the wall of the carriage, looking a little tired.

Yin Luo didn't seem to intend to deal with the wound on his hand, instead he stared blankly at his right hand in a daze while the carriage was shaking, thinking of some past events.

Qing Ze turned his eyes away and looked to the top of his head.

——Mom, this king of Sheyi really enjoys it.

The outside of the carriage looks plain and unpretentious, but there is some ingenuity installed inside. The circular frame in the center has been rotating at a constant speed with the carriage.In the painting, there are clouds and mist, and groups of beauties, in various poses and with different poses, are extremely beautiful, all of them are flying in gauze clothes, spinning like being in a fairyland in the clouds.

Qing Ze narrowed his eyes after watching.

He still has 99 unfinished dreams.

The dream came as promised, but it was not at the end of the darkness, but in the same weather as in memory.

After that day, he fell into a deep sleep for thousands of years, and woke up as a mountain demon like a white paper.

The wind brushed against his cheeks, making a rustling sound.Qing Ze opened his eyes slightly, and found that his eyes were blocked by a bright red.The body seemed to be falling apart, as if it had just been run over by Wan Cheng chariots and horses, unable to move.

"……hiss……"

He wanted to see the picture in front of him more clearly, opened his eyes forcefully, and felt a pain of the blood scab on the eyelids being broken and pulling the skin.There should have been an untainted scent of flowers in the air, but his brain was almost paralyzed by the bloody smell that rushed into his nose, poured down from his head, and spread all over his body.

Under his body are the hairy, first-stage flower stalks, which make his whole body itch when he breathes.He reached out a hand to wipe the blood from his face, and saw a long shadow appear in his vision.

Qing Ze turned his head.

Ying Long looked at him not far away, surrounded by domineering mana. ——Yes, every time this man becomes serious, his expression can almost be called terrifying.

Qing Ze propped his hand with the long sword, staggered and stood up straight, tilting his head to look at the man in black clothes and black hair.

It's really a contradictory and charming, born god of killing.

He thought that after a few tricks, he should "die", and felt that he must have been bewitched.

The last move in his memory was a stab at Long Mingmen, Ying Long stepped back half a step, barely dodged it, suffered some injuries, lost the severity of the shot, and when he withdrew his hand, his expression was even a bit of a panic that had never appeared before.

Qingze picked up the sword, gathered mana, like a blood-soaked kite, bullied himself up, and forced himself in front of Yinglong. When he made the last move, he saw Yinglong's raised fingertips that condensed a strong evil spirit , suddenly grabbed Ying Long's hand.

He had never held Ying Long's hand, so how could he imagine what kind of tactile sensation it was, it was like leaving behind a cloud that couldn't be grasped and never existed before, and fine and dense numbness emerged from the tip of his heart the pain.

In the next second, he suddenly realized: this did not come from the apex of his heart, it was clearly that his hands were numb and painful from the evil spirit that Ying Long had no time to withdraw.

Ying Long's eyes widened, as if he didn't understand what he was doing.

If it wasn't for the fact that he still had half of his senses left, he would almost think this expression could be called cute.

- snap.

Qing Ze turned his head and saw Bai Ze who was about to appear and the broken teapot at his feet.

At this time, Bai Ze should have come to "collect the corpse" for him, but the poor teapot turned into a corpse.The pure white tiles fell out of the scattered stars all over the ground because its owner was frightened and dropped it.

Qingze and Yinglong have always hated each other, it was only because of Bai Ze's relationship that they had acquaintances on several occasions, although it can't be called a deep hatred, but it also means that some words are not speculative, such a scene is better than Bai Ze's. It's just grotesque.

Qing Ze turned his head and saw that Ying Long stiffened when he found Bai Ze coming, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

How can you take it back so easily.

He clamped Ying Long's hand, and he didn't know what kind of expression he showed to Ying Long, so that the decisive beast watched him stabbing through his body with a long sword in the other hand. There was no rush to react.

Qing Ze slowly pulled half of the long sword out of Ying Long's body, looked at him almost lovingly, and stabbed it back heavily.

Qing Ze's sword was extremely sharp, and his movements were steady and fast, not a single drop of blood flowed from the part injured by the sword.But what this sword hurts is not the sword edge, but the magic power of Qing Ze's whole body contained in the sword edge.

In the blink of an eye, a stream of blood slipped from the corner of Ying Long's lips.

Ying Long looked at Qing Ze, opened his mouth, but spit out blood from his mouth without saying a word.

Qingze gently supported Ying Long's slowly falling body, watching the ancient fierce beast's brows furrowed and eyelashes trembling non-stop, with a hint of desperation in its dying struggle, and finally closed its eyes exhausted after a few seconds.

This deathmatch had a very different outcome than remembered.

It was because he had already prepared for this scene thousands of years ago, and every time he imagined such a scene, his blood boiled with excitement. Now that the matter has come to this point, he feels relieved that his dream has come true.

This was supposed to be a nightmarish illusion brought about by the demonic energy on the scales, but by accident, it fulfilled his humble and paranoid wish thousands of years ago.

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