The enemy has a crush on me

Qingze reached out and probed under the bed: the beam of the wooden bed frame was not complete, it was sunken in, as if it had been eaten away, leaving only a seemingly complete shell.The small and soft bodies of insects and ants crowded each other, wriggling where the fingertips touched.

He withdrew his hand in some disgust, wanted to turn the wooden bed over for a closer look, and thought of Yin Luo who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed.

When he raised his eyes, he met Yin Luo's eyes.

It turned out that the man hadn't fallen asleep just now.

Yin Luo saw that Qingze's movements stopped because he realized that he was awake, he sat up in one go, squatted beside Qingze, stretched out one hand to rest on the edge of the bed, and shook it hard.Although he didn't say anything, he clearly understood Qing Ze's intention just now in his expression and movements.

Qingze looked at Yin Luo, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

This person is very different from his own three views of personality, but if he puts aside his ideological level, he always has a natural tacit understanding with himself without words when dealing with the minutiae of affairs.

In fact, let alone a young boy, even the entire Longxia Village is not a threat to him, but he can feel that the two of them are working together to do a trivial thing at this time, Qingze also feels that Things are not so boring in themselves.

He also put on a hand, and the two of them turned the wooden bed over.

As if unwilling to break the dead silence of the night, or wake up the prying eyes who shouldn't be woken up, Yin Luo even breathed lightly.

Qingze had ten thousand ways of beating gongs and drums in the room while keeping the outside world ignorant, but he didn't know what was on his mind, so he also held his breath.

The wooden bed, which was supposed to be creaking, was deliberately supported by two people, quietly exposing the crude floor.

Surprisingly, the beam was not eaten away by insects and ants, but a dark box was artificially chiseled out.Fat insects crowded the beams, wriggling tirelessly, but none of them crawled out of the bed.Occasionally, bugs that were not grasped firmly fell to the ground due to the flipping action, trying to crawl back to the beam.

Qingze gathered a wisp of green fire at his fingertips, burned the insects clean, brushed away the corpse, and saw a corner of a small oiled paper bag exposed in the shadow box.

This dark box was supposed to be used to store the contents of the oiled paper bag, but I don't know what was in it, so there were so many insects and ants.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to take out the oil-paper bag, but was held down by Yin Luo. He turned his head to look at Yin Luo, and found that the man shook his head silently at him.

The man's expression is serious, and the touch of pressing his fingers is more real and delicate than any dream.

Qingze Yigao was bold and confident, but when he saw Yin Luo's eyes, he thought for a while and then stopped.

Yin Luo glanced at Qingze's hand that was being held down by him, feeling a little embarrassed, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Qingze held it back, spread his palm, pointed with the other hand, and melted into an identical oiled paper bag on top.

Yin Luo was startled.

Qingze felt that Yin Luo's expression was very funny, so he showed off with ease, pointed to the oil-paper bag in Yin Luo's hand, and then pointed to the oil-paper bag in the shadow box, tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders, as if Silently said with movements, "This is the head office."

Yin Luo withdrew his hand, lowered his eyelids, and nodded.

Qingze smiled, put away his expression, turned his head, took out the oil paper bag from the cassette, put the oil paper packet that Yin Luo handed over to him into the cassette, turned around, and studied the paper bag he had just taken out. Oil paper bag.First, I looked at the packaging outside, and smelled it through the oiled paper, but I didn't feel anything unusual, so I tore open the packaging.

Inside lay several unremarkable, black pills.

The pill should also be made of herbal medicine, there is nothing strange about it, the smell seems to have been smelled somewhere, but after careful reflection, there is no impression.

Qingze thought for a while, folded the oiled paper again, put it in his arms, and studied the bottom of the bed, and found nothing else, so he made a lip gesture to Yin Luo, "Go to sleep".

They put the bed back in place, covering the charred corpses of insects all over the place, as if nothing had happened.

Because Qingze was in a good mood, he did not continue the insomnia in the first half of the night, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Yin Luo still kept his eyes closed, and when he heard that Qing Ze's breathing became heavier, he opened his eyes again and turned his head to look in Qing Ze's direction.

He knew that this young man named Song Qingze was wearing a ring all the time, and he put many strange things that were invisible in the world into this ring, which should be the treasures of these monks and monsters.

But since the strange scale fragments were obtained in Sheyi a few days ago, whenever the young man fell asleep, thick black air would always rise from the ring.

The black air is the same as that on the scale fragments, and it is the same as the one on the Yaoxie who assassinated him two years ago.

It is also the same as his own body.

The black air gradually enveloped the young man, and after a while, the half-smile expression on his face gradually disappeared, his brows gradually wrinkled, fine beads of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, and his Adam's apple slid up and down quickly.

Yin Luo had never seen Qing Ze with such an expression when he was sober.

He was a willful and escaping person, how could he fall into such an inescapable nightmare time and time again.

He should be a willful and escaping person, and shouldn't fall into such a difficult nightmare time and time again.

Yin Luo stretched out his hand, trying to smooth his frowning brows, but when he was about to touch it, he lifted it up again, staring blankly at his fingertips hanging in the air for a while, and suddenly pulled out the ring on his hand.

That fragment is not a good thing.

The ring was cold and hard, glowing with the light of jade.Seeing that the handsome young man still showed no sign of waking up, Yin Luo let out a breath, and moved his finger while pinching the ring.

——The next second, he let go of his hand in pain.

Yin Luo huddled together, his fingers clinging to the rough sheet, biting his lower lip until blood came out, and he suppressed the screams back into his body.

It wasn't the pain of the flesh, but the pain of the soul being torn apart.

Or he was stimulated by the echoing things in the ring and faced the pain that his soul had been suffering for the first time.

Obviously it was due to an accident two years ago that he turned into this inhuman appearance, but at that moment just now, he felt that he had died a long time ago.

Perhaps his life has long since come to an end, not only his breasts, but even his soul has rotted away, and now it is just a consciousness that has been replaced by magic energy to continue life, and is unwilling to dissipate due to obsession.

The spider weaves its web silently in the corner, and when it sees a flying mosquito, it hangs down with a thread, like a hanged ghost.

Swish, swish, swish.

The sound of air was amplified several times in the eardrum, narrowly wrapped the whole room and twisted into an endless vortex around him, as if it wanted to pierce the eardrum and squeeze into his brain.

The whole world has become distorted.

All the sounds that shouldn't be made are made, and all the eyes that shouldn't be opened are opened.

The wind is watching him, the rain is watching him, the house is watching him, insects and ants are watching him, spiders are watching him, and dying mosquitoes are watching him.

Corrupted, ominous, mad, corrupted, legendary races crawling out of the dark depths are watching him.

They watched him through the windows, through the cracks in the door, from under the bed, from every undetectable gap.

The sky and the earth seemed to turn into a huge invisible eye, also looking at him.

stop looking.

Yin Luo struggled to look at Qing Ze lying beside him.

At some point, the sleeping young man also opened his green, inorganic, glass bead-like eyes.To see him.

The black devilish energy in the room was almost boiling, screaming fiercely and silently, turbulent in the blood vessels, and boiling with the body.

Yin Luo covered his eyes.

He seemed to be summoned from somewhere, and he should have thought about many things, or maybe he hadn't thought about anything.

After a long while, she finally regained her senses. The feeling just now faded away like a tide. Yin Luo moved the hand that was blocking her eyes, and found that the room had returned to normal, and the young man was still asleep.

The spider in the corner is still trying to move, and the spider web is much denser than a moment ago.

Yin Luo was startled, trying to recall the strange feeling just now, but found that his mind was blank.Those crazy and restless thoughts were buried deep in the soul along with the terrible pain.

He loosened the tightly packed sheets, looked up at the wooden roof, was in a daze for a while, then turned around, turned his back to Qing Ze and fell asleep.

Yin Luo rarely overslept.

He never needed sleep very much, but he was woken up by the boy's knock on the door in the morning.The boy still looked timid, he didn't even dare to lift his head, holding a wooden plate with two bowls of thick rice porridge in his hands, shaking to the point of falling apart.

Qingze had already woken up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his usual untidy expression, lazily listening to the crisp birdsong outside the window, saw the young man coming in, knocked on the small tea table in the room, and signaled the young man to put the wooden plate put it on top.

The boy put down the wooden plate, and when the bottom of the plate came into contact with the table, it made the same crisp clicking sound.

Qingze took out the bowl, took out a small silver ingot from his pocket, and put it into the wooden tray.

Seeing Yin Ding's pupils constricted, the young man smiled, carefully put it away, and left the room with the empty wooden tray.

Longxia Village in the daytime is completely different from the nighttime. Qingze opened the door and saw the sky high and cloudy, and the sun rising. The villagers started their busy day step by step.

Human voices, cock crows, cow moos...these sounds are much louder than whispers at night, and the range of decibel fluctuations is small. The sound can be amplified countless times, and the sound much more than at night is still very light for other human villages, but it shows that the village is quiet and peaceful.Those black holes that look like pairs of prying eyes at night have also become ordinary windows, and there is a burst of smell of firewood, rice, oil and salt.The words "Longxia Village" engraved at the entrance of the village are not as red as blood, but the color of ordinary cinnabar, because it has been a few years old, and it looks a little mottled.

The only difference from other villages is that there are drug stalls everywhere in this village.