The enemy has a crush on me

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The wind blows the fragrance of willow flowers all over the store, and Wu Ji presses the wine to invite customers to taste it.

Because it is next to the three-way intersection, there are few people on the mountain, and the restaurant business at the foot of the mountain is very good.

It is said to be a wine shop, but in fact it is just a simple shelf with long logs that is open on all sides and sheltered from wind and rain, with a few pieces of cloth and a few tables under it.

Although the sky is full of yellow sand and no willow flowers are seen, there is a beautiful woman with even more charm than Wu Ji sitting in it and drinking vigorously.

It was early in the morning, and the woman's skirt was wide open, revealing a large white and full breast.

Just because there are two meteor hammers that are bigger and rounder than her chest, heavier than a thousand gold, and exaggerated in appearance at her feet, and the chain is held in her hand holding the bowl, and there are only a few lines of sight falling on her body.

After a while, the beautiful woman had a good drink, took a lot of rewards, carried the meteor hammer, walked to the door of the restaurant, heard a frivolous whistle behind her, turned around, and slammed the meteor hammer on the table beside her. Seeing the splash of wine on the table, the faces of the travelers at the table changed drastically, and they were shaking like chaff. He picked up the man who was closest and said, "Look again, I'm going to dig out your eyeballs."

The traveler said: "I, I didn't..."

A white light flashed in the eyes of the beautiful woman, revealing two canine teeth that were too sharp for humans, and said, "Huh?"

The traveler blinked, and realized that he was overly frightened, and his vision was wrong.

The traveler said: "Don't read it! Don't dare to read it!"

He howled for a long time, and saw that the beautiful woman was still holding his collar, showing no intention of leaving. Then he came to his senses, trembling, reached into his bosom, and took out a bulging money bag.

The beautiful woman let him go, let him lose his balance and fell to the ground with a thud, snatched the purse, weighed it, and was satisfied.

It's like a bandit school.

The name of the mountain where Ah Lin buried the fragments is called Jinyan. There is not an inch of wood, and the gravel is golden.

The country was in chaos, and the people at this table agreed to flee to a sparsely populated place to live in seclusion. Passing by this mountain, they stopped at the foot of the mountain, and unfortunately met a female bandit who went down the mountain to buy wine.

Look at the shopkeeper who was still adding wine just now, like a rabbit who just heard the wind and didn't know where to nest.

Forget it, just treat it as a waste of money and disaster relief.

A group of people thought they were unlucky, scolded the cowardly restaurant, and left in despair.

Seeing them walking farther and farther away, the shopkeeper came out from behind the table, dejectedly cleaned up the mess on the table, and lamented that the days were getting harder every day.

More and more people are fleeing out of the city, and they don't know what's going on in the city.

The original traveler was also frightened by the episode just now, and hurriedly settled the bill and scattered.

Waiting for the sun to travel from east to west for half a day, Qingze and his party took the trail down the mountain.

The store owner was just randomly picking a table, resting his chin, when he heard a series of small footsteps getting closer, a Ji Ling sat up, picked up the towel on the table and shook it, put it on one shoulder, and put his hands on his waist He wiped his face, rubbed his eye sockets, put on a smiling face and bowed out of the wine shop.

"Miaojia wine—the best Miaojia wine—!"

he yelled.

Originally, I had no hope, but I didn't expect those people to be called over by me.

Ah Lin opened the way, wearing a short shirt, bouncing and walking far ahead.

Qing Ze was behind the mat, holding a long sword, and followed far behind with fluttering robes.

Ah Lin arrived at the restaurant, pointed to a table, and said to the owner: "We'll just sit here!"

He circled around, looked at the crude layout, and said, "Shopkeeper, we have come from a long way to bring you the best wine."

The shopkeeper asked, "Guest, how much wine do you want?"

Ah Lin said: "As much as you can get, I can't lose you."

This is simply the answer most businessmen in the world love to hear.

The store owner is very happy.

Seeing him turn around and go to the cellar to get wine, Ah Lin went to the table and sat down. Just in time to see Yin Luo, he lifted the curtain and walked in with the boy in his arms.

Ah Lin waved to Yin Luo: "Brother Yin Luo, here, here!"

Yin Luo froze for a moment, then nodded.

Walked to the other side of the table and sat down.

Ah Lin said: "The store is going to prepare wine, let's wait for Brother Qingze to come."

Yin Luo said: "Okay."

The boy said: "Daddy...Mother..."

Yin Luo lowered his head and saw that the boy was so tired that he fell asleep, muttering.

Ah Lin said, "What did he say?"

The answer to him was silence.

He made fun of himself, shut his mouth, and secretly complained that Yin Luo was having a hard time communicating normally, and sat on the side with his chin resting, waiting boredly for Qing Ze to come back.

There was an awkward sense of distance between the tables.

Yin Luo didn't pay attention to A Lin's question. He had few opportunities to make friends with others. He didn't know that A Lin didn't know how to continue the conversation and sat aside. Instead, he thought that this awkward silence was normal, and he didn't take the initiative to greet and break the embarrassment. Consciousness, very accustomed to silence.

After a while, the boy said again: "Wuwu... Daddy... Mother..."

Yin Luo lowered his head and stared at it for a while, seeing that the boy became more and more restless in his dream, and remembered that when the prince had nightmares when he was young, his mother would hum some songs.

He recalled it, and he still remembered those tunes very clearly.

The boy didn't know what he had dreamed of, and his short hands gripped the skirt of his clothes tightly, his body shaking harder than the fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

Da la la... la...——It seems to be humming like this.

Yin Luo hugged the boy, pursed his lips, and after a while of mental construction, opened his mouth slightly: "..."

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Forgive him.

Remembering the melody is one thing, singing it is another.

There are impossible things for everyone.

The child finally fell asleep for a while, what if he was frightened awake when he opened his mouth.

He also has pride.

The Lord Xuanyong suppressed his self-esteem, which was so weirdly present in the details, and hugged a small child like a hot potato.

The boy was still talking in his sleep intermittently, Yin Luo remembered Qing Ze's occasional humming, and sighed.

Among all the songs he has heard, Qing Ze hums the best.

There are slightly rolling waves, mountain breezes, and vast sky, which will surely make those who are in deep nightmares have a good dream with clear air and clear sky.

But Qing Ze is the most impatient person in the world, and he definitely doesn't have the leisure to coax children.

The boy was still sleeping restlessly, and the tip of his nose turned red from being suppressed in his sleep.

Yin Luo looked at the boy's hair, and then at his own hands.

——The knuckles are slender, the tiger's mouth is covered with thin calluses, and it is a hand that is used to wielding weapons.

Yin Luo stretched out his weapon-wielding hand, hesitated for a moment, put it on the boy's soft hair, and patted it.

The boy's hair trembled slightly with his movements, like vigorous buds in spring.

Yin Luo moved his hand away, tilted his head to observe—it seemed that there was nothing wrong with the shot.

Pat again.

He frowned tightly, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was on the battlefield, as if he was facing an enemy. Because he had never coaxed people before, every nerve was tense, as if a little force could shake him out. The ultimate move, the movement is as stiff as a prosthetic limb that has just been installed.

If other people saw him and saw his demeanor and actions, they would definitely think that he wanted to take the boy's life with his palm while he was asleep.

But it fell on the boy very lightly.

Yin Luo coaxed for a while with such a murderous look, and he was relieved to see that the child finally calmed down.

This scene was so weird that Ah Lin, as the only witness, felt goosebumps all over his body.

According to the legend... it turned out to be like this.

It's too ridiculous.

There was the sound of scraping cloth against the ears.

Ah Lin turned his head and saw that Qing Ze had finally stepped in.

Some dirty things followed them down the mountain, in order not to scare the restaurant, Qing Ze deliberately led them far away to deal with them.

Great.

Ah Lin stood up as relieved, and happily ran to Qingze's side: "Brother Qingze has worked hard, come sit down and rest!"

Qing Ze put the sword back into its sheath, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "It's a trivial matter."

He walked to the table and sat down, just in time to bump into the shopkeeper who was trotting over from the wine cellar carrying a few small jugs.

"This pot is white mash, this pot is Beijiu, this pot is Taibai..."

Different wines use different styles of jars, and the shopkeeper put them on the table one by one in one go, and stopped when the last jar of wine was left, and said in a loud voice: "This jug——you can only drink it here, My homemade Miaojia wine!"

His tone was very proud. When he mentioned the wine jar, he raised his head for the first time and looked around at the people at the banquet, and his smooth movements paused.Fortunately, he was experienced, so he came back to his senses in the next second, put the wine jar on the table, and said with a smile: "Everyone enjoy it."

The jug and wine glasses were neatly arranged on the table. Although it was Qing Ze's suggestion, when he really drank it, he was not very active. After trying them one by one, he curled his lips and sat down with his chin in disgust.

On the contrary, Ah Lin is a little drinker.

This is the first time Qing Ze met a flower demon who doesn't like to drink dew but loves to drink.

Although Qingze was a little surprised, after all, he has seen many mythical beasts in the world, and knows the reason why there are no wonders in the world, because he thought he knew Ah Lin's character very well during the journey, so he didn't suspect him.

After a while, the young man drank so much that the bottom of the bowl turned upside down and the wine jar tilted.

After drinking, he hiccupped a few times, pointed to the small wine jar that Qingze had been hanging on his waist, and said, "Brother Qingze, what's in it?"

Qing Ze moved the empty small wine jar aside, picked up the Miao family wine on the table, poured a full bowl for Ah Lin, gagged his mouth, and said, "Drink your bar."

I don't know how long he stayed in the wine shop, the boy who was coaxed to sleep quietly woke up slowly, rubbed his eyes with his little short hand, and looked around blankly.

Several jars of wine were drunk by Ah Lin, Qingze looked at the sky, and called the shopkeeper to settle the bill.

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands and came over, saw Qingze took out the broken silver, scratched his head, and pushed it back.

Qing Ze said: "What's wrong?"

The shopkeeper said: "Guess, alas. Otherwise, how can you say that the nobleman forgets things too much... You, you paid enough for the wine last time."

Qing Ze said: "When did I pay for the drink?"

The shopkeeper said: "It was the last time. At that time, you also rested in my wine shop. You seemed to be worried. You ordered a pot of wine and didn't drink much, but you gave me a lot of money. I want to find supplies, you No, just say that I will treat you the next time you come to drink."

Qing Ze said: "...What are you talking about?"

The shopkeeper said: "I remember it clearly, why don't you remember it?"

Qing Ze said: "I have never been here before, you have misunderstood the person."

The shopkeeper said: "I did not admit the wrong person."

Qing Ze said: "You admitted your mistake."

The shopkeeper slapped his thigh anxiously: "I didn't admit my mistake!"

Seeing that Qingze didn't believe it, he looked outside the restaurant, as if he wanted to drag Qingze out, but he didn't have the guts, so he walked to the door of the restaurant, pointed to the bright yellow sand of Jinyan Mountain, and said to Qingze: "At that time You want to go up this mountain. I said, you are a foreigner, and you don’t know our flowers here. This mountain is occupied by terrible bandits, and people who pass by will be blackmailed for a lot of money. If you want to go up the mountain , If you want to go up the mountain, you will become a short-lived ghost with one life to go and one life to return!"

Qing Ze said: "..."

Qing Ze said: "But I still went up?"

The shopkeeper said: "But you still went up."

Seeing that Qingze no longer refuted, the shopkeeper said again: "I see that you went up the mountain alone and never came down again... Now that you have returned safely, I will naturally fulfill my previous promise and use the best wine here Good hospitality."

"I came last time." The young man in green shirt had a weird expression on his face.

"—are you wearing a white dress?"

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The shopkeeper slapped his head and said, "Yes, yes, I remembered when you said that. You were wearing a white dress when you came last time."

Where did Qing Ze wear white clothes.

What the shopkeeper saw could only be Bai Ze who had disappeared since he recovered his memory.

He and Bai Ze share the same origin, but he didn't feel the slightest breath on the mountain. It can be seen that a long time has passed since Bai Ze went up the mountain.

Qing Ze said: "Do you still remember when I came here?"

The shopkeeper said, "This... I'll think about it."

He thought for a few seconds, then shook his head: "It's been too long, and I can't remember. It should be not long after I started setting up a stall."

Qing Ze said: "How long have you been setting up a stall?"

The shopkeeper said, "Two or three years?"

Qing Ze said: "Do you still remember what I said at that time?"

The store said: "You seem to keep saying 'impossible'."

Qing Ze said: "Impossible? What is impossible?"

The shopkeeper said: "It's not convenient for me to ask."

Qing Ze said: "Then did I mention why I went up the mountain?"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "The mountain is full of bandits, what else can you do if you don't want to die? But I remember that you had—"

Bang!

There was a loud noise from the side, and the shopkeeper trembled and cut off the remaining half of the sentence, looking in the direction of the sound.

A Lin was too drunk and turned over and fell to the ground, even dragging the stool over, the stool caught the table, and the table shook the jar.

All of a sudden, the tables, stools and jars fell into one piece, broken and broken.

"..." the shopkeeper said, "Oh my God."

After all, Ah Lin is not a mortal body, so he scraped the table that was pressing on his body, stood up rubbing his buttocks, and watched the mess he made, but his mind was not fully clear yet.

For suddenly causing so much trouble to the store owner, even Qing Ze, who has always been as straightforward as he is, feels a little bit wrong.

Fortunately, the questions that should be asked are almost finished, Qing Ze said: "...I'd better give you the money for the drink."

The shopkeeper took the money, pointed them to the direction of the town, and closed the stall early.

Even if the Jinyan Mountain that the wine shop is close to is already in the territory of Zilu, returning to the main city of Zhuyue by the same route is much closer than going to the capital of Zilu.

But Qingze didn't feel any fragments in Zhuyue, and it would be a waste of time to go back.

The only option left was to go to the main city of Zilu.

Zilu is surrounded by sand on all sides, and apart from a desert, there is only a small city standing alone in the country that stretches for thousands of miles, which has the meaning of a desert oasis.

The name of the city is also called Oasis.

Maybe it started out as a small oasis until day by day it became a village, a town, a city, a country.

No matter which direction the traveler comes from, it will take several days, crossing the mountains and wading through the yellow sand all over the sky, before they can walk to the gate of the city, ask for a bowl of refreshing cold spring, relax their heavy bodies, and have a good rest. Then take a break.

When the world is in harmony, it stands there alone.When the world is in conflict, it also stands there alone.

Small but complete.

Life is conceived here, clans are multiplied here, civilization is built here, and lonely individuals who have just arrived in this world learn to love here.

The world of fireworks should be like this desert oasis, bit by bit, it took a lot of time, a lot of sacrifices, a lot of love to finally move from chaos to order.

This reminded Qingze of many past events.

There are just a few pieces, which belong to a mountain demon with low mana and ignorant heights.

There are rumors in the world that there are fairy mountains overseas.The terraces and views are all gold and jade, and the animals are all pure onyx.

Its name is Penglai.

Penglai Xiandao, isolated from the world.

An inch of land is an inch of gold, lotuses bloom every step of the way, tiger-spotted Xiaqi, Lin Laiquan rhyme.

What he remembered was—

On the island, there are bragging foxes, banshees with red lips, ghost dolls with gossip, and loving mountain women.

There are disputes, troubles, unrequited love, and friendship.

There are many, many small emotions.

But what did Bai Ze see at the beginning of the island?

Is it full of gravel covered with winding and undulating mountains?

Is it a desolate tree leaning against a potholed pool?

Is there no hope, no death, no love, no hate, nothing.

Just like Hengshan.

Just like the world they saw when they were born.

Then little by little, little by little, it grew.

filled the entire island.

That is the happiness called "living", which every life should have the right to enjoy, regardless of high or low, regardless of age.

Not to survive, but to live.

To be loved and to love people.

To be missed, but also to miss people.

To be treated with tenderness is to treat others with tenderness.

Wild flowers bloom on the body, and the morning glow falls between the fingers.

Live to see the mountains and rivers that are always new year after year, live to see the unique sunrise and sunset day after day, live to feel every tiny inch of hope.

Live to eat spiritual fruits in the mountains, drink cool spring water, build a simple and clean nest, and you may have many good friends in the future.

Bai Ze would not do such thankless things, so who did he do it for?

Who does he want to "live".

He spent so much time and so much energy building a paradise that he didn't care about, was out of reality, and would break at the touch of a touch.

Who do you want to keep?

Who do you want to keep?

It was getting dark very early, Qingze thought that Yin Luo was seriously injured after all, and it was not suitable for a long trip, and he dragged a small oil bottle, so he simply settled down in the wilderness and rested overnight.

There are a few huge rocks where they picked a foothold, with jagged edges.Next to the boulder is a dead branch, one and a half people tall, with the thickness of a fist, and it grows crookedly. The branches are slightly dark brown, and the thickest branch is decorated with a leaf.

After all, Ah Lin is a little demon with negligible mana, so there shouldn't be such a thing as a space ring.He had repeatedly proposed to put things into the Zingze space ring, but was rejected cruelly again and again, so he had to honestly put things into a small luggage bag.

Ah Lin piled his luggage under the largest rock, took off the outermost blouse, patted the dust, and hung it on the rock wall. He took out a huge white cloth from nowhere, embedded it under the rock, and The stones lay flat on the ground.

The wind was strong in the desert, Ah Lin broke off a slender branch from a dead tree, cut it into four pieces, and inserted them into the sand through the four corners of the white cloth. After stepping on it, the floor mat was fixed.

Yin Luo put the boy on the cloth mat, and together with Qingze, collected a few wooden boards half buried in the sand.

Some wooden boards were half inserted in the sand, and half poked out of the ground, only to be pulled up to find that the bottom half was full of scorched marks; The hole seems to be a living log that was cut down and cut into a flat plate that originally grew here.

The food in the luggage was turned out and placed on the floor mat. The boy's stomach growled, but he sensiblely did not take it alone.

The later it gets, the colder it gets around.Fortunately, Qingze and Yin Luo had already piled up firewood next to the mat, one side was a place to sit and warm up, and the other side moved a few stones to block the wind.

When the sky was completely dark, the small flames burned faintly with light smoke.

Ah Lin took a few cups and poured water from the jug.

The cup is made of bamboo branches, and the sound of the liquid hitting the inside/wall is very pleasant.

The boy took a few pieces of pastries, a piece of fruit, and half a teacup of water, and sat on a mat, watching the adults sitting by the fire in front of him holding up sticks of sweet potatoes and slowly roasting them.

The night wind was rustling, and the firewood was beeping, beeping, beeping, and burning, casting a layer of warm light on everyone.

After a while, the sweet potatoes were baked.

Ah Lin reached in with a stick and took out a few times, and took out a potato ball.

The surface of the potato balls was scorched black, so he scooped them up with one paw, threw the potato balls with his left hand to his right, and touched his ears with his free hand in turn: "Hot, hot!"

Seeing that the other three were looking at him with inexplicable expressions, Ah Lin giggled, stopped, stuck out his tongue, and said, "I've seen others do this before."

When he was speaking, the hot potato ball that had just been taken out of the fire lay in his palm as if nothing had happened.

The remaining sweet potatoes were also taken out one by one. The boy held the sweet potatoes that were not so hot, covered his hands, and put the quilt on his cheeks, feeling warm.

Ah Lin laughed that his face was covered with charcoal, he wiped his face, and carefully tore off the potato skin.

Yellow-orange orange, golden, soft, fragrant, the white hot air swirls over the face with a strong sweet smell.

The boy took a deep breath of satisfaction.

——He seemed to be holding a scorched little sun in his hands.

After a while, the firewood gradually burned out in sevens and eights, leaving behind sporadic flames and gray ashes.When the wind blows, it floats lightly into the sky.

The night was as cold as water, Ah Lin and the boy had already fallen asleep at some point.

Qing Ze smashed the sparks out with a stick, and stood up.

Yin Luo said: "..."

Qing Ze said: "What's wrong?"

Yin Luo said, "Where are you going?"

Qing Ze said: "I can't sleep, I just wander around."

Yin Luo said: "..."

Yin Luo said, "I can't sleep either."

Qing Ze said: "Huh?"

Yin Luo stood up: "I also want to go out for a walk."

Qing Ze said: "You, you... can't do it."

Yin Luo said: "Why?"

Qing Ze said: "I just want to go around alone, what's the difference between dragging someone more and staying here?"

Seeing that Yin Luo had a bad expression, he said again: "Besides, you were only injured, and you can at least recover some vitality by resting for a while."

Yin Luo stood there silently, seemingly not knowing how to answer.

Qing Ze stood and waited for him for a while, and was about to turn around when the corner of his clothes was gently grabbed again.

Qing Ze was stunned for a moment, and heard Yin Luo repeat dryly: "...But I can't sleep."

My God, if it wasn't for Yin Luowei being too rigid, Qingze almost thought he was acting like a spoiled child to him.

It's a pity that Yin Luo shouldn't know how to show kindness to others, and his tone was so stiff that it sounded like losing his temper and giving orders.

If this is acting like a baby, it should be the most negative teaching material for failure.

But Qing Ze seems to be a pervert who likes this kind of thing.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he used his remaining rationality to force down the three words "so cute" that floated up inappropriately in his mind.

But doing this kind of action and saying this kind of thing with this face... the damage to him is too great.

If Ying Long is willing to let go of his face and "act like a baby", Qingze will definitely let go of all his grudges, and he will not be willing to refuse any request from him, and he will coax him no matter what.

Ying Long.

Thinking of this name, Qing Ze's heart ached and he woke up.

Ying Long is crazy to do this kind of thing.

Yin Luo deliberately pleases himself in such a lame way, isn't it because he knows that he can't sleep, but wants to find a place alone to put together the fragments he just got and the previous fragments, so he wants to follow him?

Maybe he wants to stop himself, maybe he wants to persuade himself, maybe he just wants to delay a little longer.

But when did Yin Luo start to have two minds?

Although it is true that Yin Luo was harmed by the evil spirit holding the shards, but he also explained the reason to him, and he was obviously very cooperative before.

He remembered.

Sure enough, it started from leaving Sheyi.

Obviously there was no problem before, but since he got the fragments of Sheyi, this person has been very subtle about collecting the fragments himself.

To be more specific—it was after I woke up in the carriage and from the illusion.

Yin Luo had never seen himself after falling into an illusion before, so he must have seen something he shouldn't have seen before changing his attitude.

But what did he see?

Is it because I said something I shouldn't have said in my dream?

Or was it that he was able to kill Ying Long in his dream, and the expression on his face was so ecstatic and joyful that it scared Yin Luo?

Qingze also thought about this problem later - a person who usually looks calm and free and easy laughs wildly while dreaming, this scene is indeed quite scary.

In short, no matter what Yin Luo saw, after that time, he could always feel faintly:

Yin Luo didn't want him to continue collecting fragments.

Qing Ze said: "If you can't fall asleep, just sit and stare for a while. I have no choice."

After saying that, he turned around, without looking back at Yin Luo's reaction, he tiptoed and flew away.

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When Qing Ze came back, the sky was just getting bright, Ah Lin hadn't woken up yet, and just as soon as he landed, he saw Yin Luo's black hair was blown flying by the strong wind, standing in front of the camp and looking at him.

I don't know if he slept last night.

Qing Ze waved as if nothing had happened, in a good mood: "Good morning."

Yin Luo glanced at him and turned around.

Perhaps because of being far away from the crowds, these few days in the sandy sea were rare for peace and tranquility. On the last day, Qingze almost deliberately slowed down the speed of his journey, feeling a little reluctant to leave.

It's a pity that no matter how reluctant you are, since you have embarked on a path, you must face the final destination.

On a cloudless noon, they finally reached this end.

Waiting for them is a small oasis and a big city gate.

And a city full of blood.

The past few days of crossing the sea of ​​sand were actually the last peace in the world.

In the out-of-reach place of Qingze, beyond the sky filled with yellow sand, ghosts and monsters pass through the territory like a gust of wind, sweeping the world.The human world is full of flames and wars.

The huge world has been reduced to hell.

The former desert oasis - the country of Zilu - was destroyed.

Zilu is isolated from the outside world, but the violence/chaos begins from within.

The gate of the imperial city was knocked against sleeplessly all night, and the crown prince had been escorted by secret officials to escape from the secret passage the day before yesterday.

They have been hiding from the world for more than a hundred years, knowing nothing about the world outside the desert, thinking that they can find a refuge outside, and they don't know how they feel when they see the tragic situation outside.

There were no soldiers guarding the gates of the city, so Qingze turned over the corpses in armor lying around, threw a sword to Yin Luo and a sword to Ah Lin, and looked at the man who was eager to try. Tong raised his eyebrows and said, "You want it too?"

The boy looked up at Yin Luo, found that he was frowning and did not dare to answer, then looked at Qing Ze, bit his lower lip and hesitated for a long time, finally nodded firmly.

Qing Ze felt something interesting.

When they arrived in the city, they needed to investigate the specific situation of Zilu, so they were not in a hurry for the time being, and the boy who had been held by Yin Luo in his arms was put down and led away by Yin Luo.

This little burden that I don't know where to throw along the way is actually very courageous.

Qingze looked around - the weapons on the ground are too big, such a small boy, not to mention using it to attack, he might not even be able to lift it - thought for a while, and said: "There is nothing here that you can use Weapon, I'll make one for you when you rest."

The boy said: "Really?"

Qingze gritted his teeth: "It can still be fake."

The boy shrank behind Yin Luo, a little embarrassed and expectant: "Thank you brother Qingze."

After saying this, the boy closed his mouth, probably because he knew that he had violated Yin Luo's meaning, and he didn't dare to look up at him since he nodded.

Qingze glanced at Yin Luo, and found that although he didn't say a word, his expression was indeed a little angry, so he squinted his eyes and smiled to the boy, "No thanks."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and heard Ah Lin say: "Woo...I don't know how to use a sword."

Ah Lin said again: "Yes, I have mana, why do I have to hold a sword?"

Qing Ze said: "I know you can't. This sword is for you to use when you are scared and forget how to use your power. It is a proof of your shame. Hold it for me."

Ah Lin's face was wrinkled into a ball, extremely wronged.

The city was full of burning fires, houses were smashed, and tables and chairs were pushed down.The leftovers were cold and sticky on the ground, and the rouge powder was torn apart.

Blood stained the oasis red.

The door of the public house was wide open, and from time to time there would be exhausted people standing by the door, and being supported by others inside to rest inside.

Even though most of the guards have fled, many are still stationed.

The two big drums in front of the door became the purpose of announcing danger. If there was any movement, two red-clothed slaves from one left and one right would beat loudly, and the original white drum surface was dyed red.

The courtyard in front of the public hall accommodated many displaced old people, women and children either sitting or leaning.

There is a huge bucket in the middle of the yard, and inside it is a clear but steaming gruel.

Everyone's face was dusty, and the women also turned their faces to the sky. Tears and dust were intertwined on their faces to form a picture of embarrassment.There are not many young and middle-aged men left, and most of them stayed here because they couldn't abandon their frail family members.

The sea of ​​sand outside is too big, and almost all the people inside are unable to cross the sea of ​​sand and can only wait to die in the city.

In the evening, there were bursts of howling in the empty streets. The left and right red-clothed soaps looked at the sky, and then at the man who was running towards the public house tens of meters away and was chased by several crazy monsters. The caller gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and signaled the people inside to close the door.

The door was gradually closed, and the two Zaoli picked up the red-headed drum hammers on the rack, held one in each hand, and knocked them down vigorously.

Boom-!

Boom-!

Boom-!

After the sound of the drum, no matter what happens outside, the gate will not be opened again until early tomorrow morning.

Zaoli put down the drum hammer, held a long-handled big knife in his hand, and slammed it on the ground with a clang, standing in front of the two big drums like a door god.

"No, no... No no no no! No! No--!!!"

The man who was still stumbling over, bleeding profusely, looked at the vermilion gate that was closing gradually, let out an angry, desperate, and dying cry, stretched out his hand in vain, stepped on a sharp stone, sprained his body, and was caught The monster behind him was dragged to the ground, and his hands drew ten long red finger marks on the sandy ground, and the screaming stopped abruptly in the next second.

The two soap slaves seemed to be deaf to the screams, and they remained motionless, but their hands holding the handles tightened a bit.

Different from the past, today's monsters seem to be extremely restless, and the monsters that were originally scattered all over the city are slowly and tacitly gathering towards Gongxi.

"Aw... Aww..."

"Ow..."

"Jie Jie Jie..."

The two soap slaves looked at the monster that was about to move and gradually gathered towards the public house. They glanced at each other and at the same time swung the long handle. The endless night.

The monsters that slowly gathered were like waves.

First, a small one jumped up, was cut off in the middle, and rolled down the stairs.

Then came the second, third...

Until it is impossible to count the number, it becomes layer by layer, endless.

It rushed down the steps like a rising tide, and if it wasn't for the two long knives flying over, it would have submerged the vermilion gate immediately.

It seems that there is something in the public house that makes them rush forward like a pilgrimage.

Looking at the endless wave of monsters, the two Zaoli realized for the first time that there were so many people in the city.

The moon hangs high, and the cool breeze blows.

They couldn't survive tonight.

ok, ok.

Thinking about this, the dying soldier felt relieved and became happy.

In the heart of the world that day, there were only a few people who were tragic.

Unprecedented strength erupted from the originally tired arm, and with a sweep, it swung away all the demons and monsters in front of it.

Come again!They can still fight again!

Come again!

Come again!

The pommel slammed on the ground, scaring the unconscious monsters to stop in their tracks.

"come!"

"You bloody monsters, come closer, let me kill Grandpa!"

"Come!!!"

"Come--!!!!!!"

The dawn was about to break, and the never-stopping sound of the sword and silk at the door finally came to a halt along with the dull sound of flesh/body hitting the door.

This dark night is so long, but they are almost going to persevere.

With the bang sound of long-handled swords falling to the ground one after another, the originally motionless