The enemy has a crush on me

The place he pointed to was a small house in the distance, with red blessings pasted on the windows, and the door closed tightly, silently.

Yin Luo put down the boy, let him stand where he was, approached the house slowly, stood at the door, turned slightly sideways, and stretched out another shovel

Boom, boom.

No one responded.

Yin Luo increased his strength and knocked twice again.

Boom!Boom!

The wooden door was firmly locked, and there was no sound of footsteps in the house.

Yin Luo didn't know well, so he took half a step back, kicked the door open, and rushed into the room with a wooden stick.

There is a huge painting hanging on the wall facing the door. In the painting is a Fushou Gong sitting under a flat peach tree, with a big bald head and a kind smile on his face.Under the picture is a small horizontal coffee table with two empty teacups on it.There are two wooden chairs on each side of the coffee table, covered with a thin layer of ash, neatly arranged.

The faint plant fragrance is mixed with the pungent rancid smell.

"Gu..."

Yin Luo turned his head and saw blood splashed all over the wall and a pair of faint green eyes.

The owner of the eyes curled up his skinny body by the wall, holding the warm viscera just dug out from the chest of the person in front of him with both hands.

Yin Luo remembered her.

A young mother who loves her husband very much.

Her husband was lying on his back in front of her, obviously being disemboweled, but before he came, he died in a hurry.

She tilted her head and stared blankly at Yin Luo who broke in through the door, as if she didn't understand what happened, but the next second her eyes widened, her expression was crazy and she refused.

"Ah...ah..."

Seeing that her expression was different, Yin Luo also turned his head away, and saw that the little boy did not listen to his advice and followed him without authorization.

The little child stood alone at the door, and then collapsed to the ground.

People who are dominated by the effects of medicine do not recognize their relatives, and a weak child who faints is like a big meal delivered to the door.

Yin Luo was startled, and immediately turned around, shook the long stick, and pointed the end of the stick at the woman.

The woman who had already changed beyond recognition did not move, and she was lying in a hiding place. She had lost consciousness, but she saw tears falling from her lifeless eyes.

The tears were also red, soaking from the eye sockets, dripping all over her face like blood, and dripping down the man's body along her chin.

tick.

She lowered her head to look at the man who was dying slowly before her. She inserted her sharp fingertips into her hair, her expression was painful and ferocious, and a hoarse wailing like a beast came out from the depths of her throat.

"Ah... woo... woo..."

Yin Luo was worried about the little boy at the door, so while she was absent-minded, he hurried to the door, carried the boy across the house, and put him in a room on the other side of the house.

When he was holding the boy, the woman kept stretching out her hands in front of her, thinking that she could hide her appearance by doing so.When Yin Luo put down the boy, she also put down her hands. First she shrank back, and when she saw her husband lying in front of her, she dragged her in a panic. After breaking two or three nails, she finally hugged the upper body of the man in her arms.

The man was taller than her, and it was very difficult for her to hug him.

She was terrified of Yin Luo, and every time Yin Luo took a step forward, she dragged her husband a little farther away, uttering non-human ravings, as if begging for mercy.

As Yin Luo approached step by step, she went down and rubbed against the corner of the wall.

A long bloodstain was drawn on the wall by her clothes.

She held the man's skirt so tightly, as if she was holding an unbearable weight in her life, forgetting that she was the one who tortured/killed the man before.

But now, she has no way to retreat, no way to hide.

The woman curled up in the corner, sobbing and stroking her husband's face. If it wasn't for the ferocious expression, her actions could be called affectionate.

In the next second, she lowered her head and bit the man's Adam's apple with one bite. The blood spurted from the artery sprayed all over her face, and she used up her last bit of reason to bite off her own tongue.

The blood pooled into a trickle and trickled down to Yin Luo's clothes.

Yin Luo lowered his head, his pupils constricted slightly.

He had seen a lot of bloody scenes, but few were as divorced from reality as before.

From leaving the Xuanyong Imperial City, it was like opening some magic box that shouldn't be opened. The whole world is irretrievably deviating from the original track and heading towards an ambiguous direction.As far as the eye can see, everything is exaggerated and grotesque.The woman remembered to hug her husband's corpse before she died. Such a strong obsession could not stop her madness when she tortured and killed her husband.

It never occurred to him that there was anything in the world that could turn two people who were deeply in love a moment ago into enemies who could kill each other.

……

Yin Luo clutched her empty chest.

If this is a death that should be taken for granted, then what is it that is churning in his empty chest.

What is he feeling.

Is it depression?

Is it despair?

Is it numb?

Is it anger?

Is it compassion?

Is it tired?

is depressed,

despair,

numbness,

anger,

compassion,

exhausted.

It was a pain he couldn't bear.

as well as,

excited.

An unprecedented, indescribable excitement that almost burned him out.

kill.kill.kill.

kill.kill.kill.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

How to repay grievances with virtue.

The heavens betrayed him, and he deserved to be killed.

All living beings are ignorant, willing to be lowly, and deserve to be killed.

He wants ten thousand Buddhas to cry together, and he wants the Three Realms to surrender.

He wants the whole world to become Avici Hell, and he wants the universe and the sky to suffer boundless suffering.

Blood dripped from the two gradually freezing corpses, dyeing the ground bright red, as if crushing bloody petals all over the ground.

As he watched, his stagnant breathing gradually became short, his body became slightly hot, and abnormal redness appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"what……"

Who will save him.

Yin Luo squatted down helplessly, curled up together, trembling nervously uncontrollably.

A little bit of evil spirit breaks through layers of shackles and gathers at the fingertips.

It is obviously an ancient divine power similar to Qingze, but it has been polluted by black air and is in disarray.

In the next second, it dissipated immediately because it was too thin.

If he could see his appearance, he would definitely see his pupils gradually shrinking into off-white vertical pupils, and the whites of his eyes turned yellowish red.

The magic lines on the temples emerged and spread to the corners of the eyes.

Like a wound that never heals.

like flowing blood.

"when!"

Hearing the sound, Qingze raised his head, and found that Ah Lin who was serving the soup accidentally dropped the spoon into the pot.

The soup splashed out, and Qing Ze swiftly waved it away.

He looked at Ah Lin and felt a little strange: "What's the matter, suddenly you're messing around?"

Ah Lin was stunned for a moment, then realized what he had done, stuck out his tongue, obediently said a few times Brother Song is sorry, wiped off the soup in a short while, and quickly refilled Qingze's soup, He poured another bowl for himself, sat down, took two sips, endured and endured, still looking at the door uneasy, feeling something, even though he tried his best to hide it, he still unconsciously revealed a bit of irritability disturbed.

Qingze finished his soup slowly, saw Ah Lin who was absent-mindedly sitting on the seat, then looked at Ah Lin who was in front of him and said, "It's really strange."

"Brother Qingze...I feel a little sick to my stomach." Ah Lin sneered and covered his stomach, "I'll clean up the dishes if you finish eating."

Qingze looked at him suspiciously for a while, and saw nothing unusual except that he looked really uncomfortable, so he put down his chopsticks politely, pushed the bowl to clear the table in front of him, stretched his body and leaned on the wooden table table, resting one elbow on the edge of the table, resting his chin and tilting his head to look at the door facing the dining table.

Ah Lin folded the bowls and chopsticks together and carried them to the kitchen, procrastinating for a while before washing them, and when he returned to the living room, the full moon was hanging high outside the house.

When Qing Ze heard his footsteps, he didn't look back, his gaze fell into the distance, and he asked lightly, "Tell me, why hasn't he come back yet?"

There was silence behind him.

Qingze waited for a while, and found that the room was suddenly silent because of the question he asked casually. He was a little surprised, sat up straight, and turned around.

The boy stood behind him with a serious and embarrassed expression.

"Brother Qingze..."

He closed his mouth after saying these four words, lowered his head, and seemed to be still hesitating.

Qingze couldn't bear this kind of mysterious and stormy atmosphere, and jokingly said, "Seeing that you have been restless all night, why? Seeing that your brother Yin Luo hasn't come back yet, he is worried? His life is so tough." , I am not worried, what are you worried about."

Seeing that the boy was still hesitant to speak, he yawned: "Why are you so hesitant? If you haven't decided whether to say it or not... then don't say it."

Qing Ze is a person who has nothing to do with himself, if he loses patience and is too lazy to understand, he will not even give himself the chance to speak up.

"Brother Yin Luo." The young man raised his head abruptly, and said firmly, "...Brother Yin Luo is a person who cannot be trusted. If Brother Qingze wants to collect all the fragments smoothly, he should—"

It's the topic we talked about last time.

Qing Ze put away his smile and said, "Enough."

Allen shut his mouth.

Qing Ze seldom speaks in such a tone, and it is rare for people to notice his aura as a god when he becomes serious.

Ah Lin looked at the expressionless young man whose smile had disappeared without a trace, and said unrelentingly, "Brother Qingze..."

Qing Ze said: "I said 'enough'."

It was so decisive that there was no room for it.

The young man knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and tried his best to pull out a natural and cute smile to end the argument, but because he had accepted Qing Ze's bad attitude with good intentions, he showed a somewhat embarrassing expression.

Although Qing Ze doesn't consider himself sympathetic, after all, he is not so boring as to bully harmless people and animals. The boy is pitiful and cute, and his brows are slightly frowned with tears in his eyes, which is always soft to the heart.

He consoled himself because the young man honestly washed the dishes and chopsticks for himself despite the stomachache just now. He let out a sigh of relief, looked up at the dark night sky, and recalled that he had been in contact with Yin Luo along the way but never The hidden guards who were informed by Yin Luo said, "What exactly is he thinking, what is his position..."

"Cheng, he didn't break his face, even if he said something wrong and hated me to the bone, what does it have to do with me?"

"He is a partner who is very knowledgeable about current affairs, and has enough judgment to weigh the pros and cons. He will not do things that lead to his own death."

After that, he showed his usual teasing expression again, turned his eyes to look directly at Ah Lin, but said in a serious tone: "So, don't discuss this issue again in the future."

For Qingze, spending too much time explaining is already a rare way to save face.

Only then did Ah Lin feel relieved of his grievances, and smiled consciously ashamed. After Qing Ze changed the subject, he intentionally exchanged a few irrelevant words, then went down the steps, said goodnight to Qing Ze, and returned to the room early. .

Qingze watched as Ah Lin closed the door, carrying a jug of wine, moved a bench in front of the door, sat on the bench, put his feet on the other side of the bench, crossed his legs, and leaned against the door frame with his upper body. Moon drank alone for a while.

After drinking the wine, Qingze still carried the empty pot in his bosom.

He hummed a nursery rhyme again, his hands and feet were cold by the cold night wind, so he gathered up his clothes, thinking: Why hasn't Yin Luo come back yet.

The thatched hut behind him was empty. I don't know if it was because there were too many empty rooms or because there was one person missing.

Qing Ze looked up and saw the round moon.

In the big sky, there will be a moon.

The stars all over the sky are dim, like sharp needles, covered by black clouds, unable to shine.

Qing Ze stretched out his hand to block the moon, looked at the faint starlight that was still difficult to detect, and laughed at his self-deception.

Weigh Xie Ha Peng Song Barium a certain barley prying something that really has.

He couldn't have love, so he set off against Ji Chuangzhen.

Qing Ze closed his eyes and meditated for a while, when he heard the sound of footsteps gradually approaching from far to near, he cupped his hands on his eyebrows to block the light above his head, and opened his eyes to look forward.

Yin Luo walked slowly from a distance with an indistinguishable expression, her black eyeballs were pressed down by her black eyelashes, and the night's heavy moisture fell from the tips of her black hair.

The black robe was also wet, clinging to his body, and the hem was dripping with water.

He hugged the child he saw during the day, looked at Qing Ze who was sitting on the bench leaning against the door frame, and stopped in his tracks, as if he had lost his way.

Qingze looked at it for a while, then picked up the candle lamp placed at the foot of the stool, and stood up.

The flickering warm-colored candle in the candle lamp was extinguished, and in the next second, an unseen blue flame burned on the wick, shining like a small star, blown by the night wind, emitting a light that seemed to be jumping. To escape the reality is to reject the cold light thousands of miles away.

But it also illuminates the way home.