The enemy has a crush on me

Qing Ze opened his eyes, knowing that he was already in a dream.

As the number of pieces put together increases, the content of the dream becomes more and more divorced from reality.

He looked around and found himself sitting by the stream, holding a pole made of a branch, with a thin rope tied at the other end, the end of which was submerged in the stream.

The water is murmuring and the air is sweet.

He yawned, and as he felt a slight tug, he picked up the rod and saw a small white flower hanging from it.

It should be very gentle when it blooms on the flower branch, but at this time, because it appeared in a place where it should not appear, it showed an innocent and helpless meaning.

Too fragile.

Rao Qingze really didn't bother to pay attention, and knew that this was Bai Ze's favorite.

That guy Bai Ze, as an ancient beast, knows how to plant flowers and grass every day without doing his job.But Bai Ze has been to so many places, and there are always only a few small ones that are not stained with Hengshan.

It is said that Lian Hua's name was given by the ancient mythical beast dressed in white himself.

There are so many exotic flowers and plants in the world, it is hard to imagine why this flower is so favored by Bai Ze.

Qingze guessed that Bai Ze must be too narcissistic, seeing that the flowers were the same color as his clothes, so he gave them extraordinary love.

Qingze didn't like Buran's fragile gesture of yearning for love and affection, and also hated white, so he stretched out his hand, wanting to throw the petals back into the stream with some disgust.

The next second, the tip of his nose twitched slightly.

The almost fading scent of the small, white petals wafted into his nostrils.

Qingze stopped, put the flower under his nose, smelled it, and froze in place.

It was Ying Long's smell.

It was pure and unblemished, and had the unwashed stream, wrapped in the smell of blood, and faintly smelled like Yinglong's body.

Qing Ze put the flowers in his arms and looked up at the upper reaches of the stream.

Ying Long had been standing there for some time, watching him from a distance, and subconsciously took a step back when he noticed his gaze.

Qing Ze said: "Stop!"

Ying Long just stood there.

Maybe it was hypnotized by the illusion, Qingze almost forgot that he possessed supernatural powers, and ran all the way towards Yinglong.

run, run.If you don't run faster, this person will go down the mountain again.

If you don't run faster, this person will leave.

Panting, he ran to Ying Long and held Ying Long's hand.

Ying Long looked at him without blinking, his lips were drawn into a straight line.

The grass and trees are fragrant, the breeze is blowing, and the mottled tree shadows sway on Yinglong's cheeks.

Qingze's heart beat like a thunderous drum.

He let Ying Long instinctively push Ying Long to the ground, and saw the long clothes like a huge tail spread out in a mess on the ground, and the dragon pattern on the front of the clothes rose and fell with Ying Long's breathing.

Qingze's breath stagnated, and he bent down.

He was a scholar who was bewitched by ghosts, a believer who broke the precepts once, and a hungry ghost who was greedy and devoured.

Ying Long was extremely disturbed, but for some reason he allowed Qing Ze to move, and only called him when he was flustered and helpless: "Qing Ze, Qing Ze."

Qing Ze said: "I am here, I am here."

The corners of Ying Long's eyes turned red along with the roots of his ears, he bit his lower lip tightly, and swallowed the extra voice.

……

After a long time, Qing Ze stopped his movements, propped up his body, looked into Ying Long's still damp, black eyes, and said, "Ying Long, are you looking at me?"

This question is really inaccurate, Qingze thought about it, and changed the question: "Ying Long, is it me you are looking at?"

His voice trembled slightly, with some fear that he didn't even realize.

A few strands of long black hair were winding, and sweat was dripping on Ying Long's cheeks. Ying Long's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, he propped up his upper body, and looked at him silently.

Qingze waited for a long time, but before he got an answer, his mood that was floating in the air sank down.

Even in such an absurd and unrealistic fantasy, he still couldn't get a positive answer from Ying Long.

He said, "I see."

As he spoke, he shed tears and transformed into a long sword with azure light.

And said: "So it is."

This dream seemed fake everywhere, and it finally became real when he was about to wake up.

Qing Ze exhaled turbid air, rubbed the center of his brows, and broke free from the dream.

Ah Lin looked at him anxiously: "Brother Qingze...Brother Yin Luo has a fever!"

Qing Ze sat up straight and asked, "What?"

The boy was also sitting on the side, tugging at his sleeve, and pointing his other hand in the direction of Yin Luo, sweating profusely, too anxious to speak.

Yin Luo's forehead was very hot, his eyelids were abnormally red, he bit his lower lip tightly, beads of sweat rolled from his forehead, and his brows were wrinkled, as if in pain.

Qing Ze poked his forehead, then turned to Ah Lin and said, "Is it time to make breakfast porridge outside? The kid can't help being hungry, so take him out to get breakfast porridge."

In order to find more clues, they also hid in Zilu's largest public house yesterday.I remember that the guard here said yesterday that it was time to distribute the morning porridge.

A Lin said: "Last night, the demons killed two Zaolis at the door. This morning, everyone is dealing with the corpses at the door, and the breakfast porridge hasn't started yet."

Qingze was stunned for a moment: "Why don't I know?"

Ah Lin timidly said: "Brother Qingze slept too hard, Ah Lin didn't dare to call you."

Qing Ze said again: "When did Yin Luo have a fever?"

Ah Lin said: "I, I don't know... I thought Brother Yin Luo was still awake, but it was my younger brother who pulled me and said that Brother Yin Luo seemed to be very uncomfortable, so I found out."

Qing Ze said: "..."

Qing Ze said: "Since there is no porridge yet, then you can take the children to the courtyard, I see that there are some children of his age in the courtyard, he always looks like a young man, I am afraid that he has almost forgotten how to be with his peers. People communicated."

Allen hesitated.

The boy said, "Brother Qingze, I want to wait here until Brother Yin Luo wakes up."

Qing Ze looked a little impatient.

Ah Lin seemed to understand that there was no room for maneuver, so he pulled the boy and said, "Little brother, Brother Qingze is going to help Brother Yin Luo with his illness, so let's not disturb him here."

The boy said: "Really?"

Ah Lin said: "Really."

Seeing Ah Lin leading the boy out the door, Qing Ze turned his head.

Ah Lin is just an ordinary little demon, so naturally he doesn't know: Yin Luo's condition is not a fever, but the ancient divine power he exerted on Yin Luo's body is fiercely contending with the demonic energy.Obviously, it was Qing Ze who delayed for so many days, and with the loosening of the seal, the devilish energy on Yin Luo became more and more intense after all.

Will he also become like those monsters?

Although Qingze has known this fact for a long time, he has never really thought about such a scene before, and now that such a picture suddenly appears in his mind, he actually finds it very unacceptable.

He lied to Yin Luo all the way, so that Yin Luo still doesn't know that his body has become like this not because he has become a living dead, but because he has already been possessed by a demon.

But on the day when Yin Luo is completely enchanted, can he kill Yin Luo who has completely turned into a demon?

Yin Luo, who has lost his mind and only wears his original skin, is he still Yin Luo?

On the day when Yin Luo really fell into a demon, he would let Yin Luo go.

He killed so many demons for Yinglong, at least this one, let him go.

Maybe Yin Luo will completely lose his human appearance, maybe he will become ugly and hideous, maybe he will be greedy and bloodthirsty, and his humanity will be annihilated, maybe he will be debauched and depraved.

Maybe be slain by the sword of the righteous exorcist.

He didn't know what Yin Luo would look like in the end, but as long as he was not in front of him, Qingze could continue to believe that in this fallen world, Yin Luo could still hold on to the persistence that Qingze still couldn't understand. Nian, live harder than anyone else.

Yin Luo is very good at dragging such a body until now.

While thinking this way, Qingze continued pouring spiritual power into Yin Luo's body without feeling sorry for him.

It would be nice to have an extra day.

Can delay an hour, a minute, a second.

Also good.

Yin Luo whimpered and slowly opened his eyes.

Qingze's upper body moved closer, still holding Yin Luo's hand, without stopping to continue pouring spiritual energy.

Yin Luo frowned and panted for a while, looking at Qing Ze with foggy eyes, and it took several seconds to refocus.

Qing Ze asked: "Are you feeling better?"

Yin Luo shook his head: "Song Qingze, I feel so uncomfortable."

Qing Ze said: "You are sick."

"..." Yin Luo coughed out a mouthful of blood, "Am I dying?"

Qing Ze said: "You will get better."

Yin Luo fell silent.

Qing Ze also silently continued pouring spiritual power into his scattered tendons.

He almost thought that he would keep quiet like this, but he heard Yin Luo say: "Song Qingze, I dreamed of you."

His voice was hoarse from overuse, perhaps because of the fever.

Qing Ze smiled absently, and said, "What did you dream about me?"

Yin Luo thought for a while, and was a little dazed: "I don't remember."

Qing Ze said: "Thinking about it, it won't be a dream worth remembering,... Are you feeling better?"

Yin Luo's lips were pale, coughed twice, and nodded.

Qing Ze put down his hand, looked at him for a while, stood up, and said, "I'll go out and bring you a bowl of porridge."

Qingze sat cross-legged beside the vermilion lacquered wooden pillar, leisurely fiddling with the dark iron sheet in his hand.It is said to be an iron sheet, but the material is not like ordinary iron.

He is holding such a piece of iron that is not like ordinary iron, like playing with a lump of black, soft mud.

Holding it here, thinking about it there, after a while, the iron sheet was divided into several pieces and made into different shapes.

When the different parts were assembled together, Qingze was very proud, beckoning to the boy: "Come and try."

In his hand is an arm crossbow.

Small and exquisite, the body is hard and thin like a cicada's wing, not as bulky as a common crossbow, and it hardly feels too heavy in the hand.

The boy looked in Yin Luo's direction timidly, and found that Yin Luo didn't respond when he heard Qing Ze calling him over, so he boldly ran to Qing Ze's side, looking at the crossbow with his eyes, extremely curious.

Qingze gestured for size, and put the arm crossbow on the boy's arm.

"Let me know if it's heavy or tight."

The boy looked at the arm crossbow from top to bottom, waved his hand, and said, "It's not heavy at all, and the size is just right!"

After hearing this, Qingze became even more proud, his chin raised high: "I don't even want to see who did it."

He was praised for being beautiful for a while, then remembered that he hadn't finished speaking, and said again: "The mechanism in the middle can be opened with a backhand buckle with your fingers, and the bow body stored in the arm clip will pop out left and right. The little arrows locked inside snap into the ballistics. You just raise your right arm, aim, shoot—simple, right?"

The boy nodded.

Qing Ze patted the boy on the shoulder: "Okay, go and practice hard."

The boy ran away.

Qing Ze let out a long breath, leaned against the red lacquered wooden pillar, and turned to look at Yin Luo who was silent.

The wooden pillar he was leaning on was the cornermost one among the eighteen wooden pillars in the mansion. Yin Luo sat facing the wall, with his long black hair hanging heavily behind him, leaving only his back.

When Yin Luo was at a loss, he often looked like he lost his temper, but when he really lost his temper, he refused to even show his face.

Maybe it was influenced by the dream, Qingze looked at the back, patted the iron filings on his hands, leaned his upper body over, and sprayed light and shallow breaths on Yin Luo's neck.

Yin Luo's waistline suddenly tightened.

Qing Ze smiled mischievously, opened the distance, looked at the man who finally turned his head to look at him, and said: "I just kindly cured you in the morning, why are you angry instead?"

Yin Luo said: "A Zaoli with high martial arts skills can't survive. Giving a child a weapon, apart from making him infected with killing early, can it make him survive?"

Qing Ze said: "I just gave him weapons, whether he survives or not is his own business."

Seeing that Yin Luo was still frowning, he seemed very incomprehensible, sighed, and sat beside Yin Luo, rarely becoming serious.

"Yin Luo, look at me."

Yin Luo didn't speak.

"I gave him a crossbow, not to teach him to kill, but to give him the ability to protect himself. In this way, when he grows up, he may have the ability to protect the people he wants to protect. People must first learn to protect themselves before they can save others. I am here, so that he can be safe and sound. If I am not here, and Ah Lin is not here, can he just wait to die?"

"What's more... those two saponins, death didn't choose them, they chose death."

"They could have left a few days ago, and they also know what the only ending for them to stay here is. They can't let go of the people who can't escape in this city, and want to die like a hero. Even if they survive last night, sooner or later I'm going to die. It's lucky to live a few more days. It's what I deserve if I die early."

"The seal has been loosened, the demon god is about to come into the world, and the demon race cannot be killed. As long as there are people who want to protect, they will not survive."

"They didn't die from the strength of the demons, but from their own stupidity. No one can always shelter others from the wind and rain. The most indestructible barriers will collapse sometimes."

"even……"

Qing Ze paused at this point.

"I will never be so conceited that I think I have the ability to change the rules of the whole world, and I only hope that the people I care about will know how to protect themselves."

Yin Luo said: "But...we are just human beings. Our lives are short, and we don't have supernatural powers. If no one is willing to protect us, just give us weapons and teach us to kill, what awaits us is killing each other."

Yin Luo's expression was dazed and confused, and he looked at Qing Ze almost dying, as if grasping at the last straw: "Should we die just because we are born weak?"

But you have clearly been hated by the world all your life, and you are no longer a human being.

What is there in this world that is worthy of your nostalgia that makes you prefer to be reduced to such a state of being neither human nor ghost, but also unwilling to swallow this last breath?

You seem to be out of tune with everything in this world, you have never even really touched this world, you just watched it from a distance, so what is there to be reluctant to part with?

What exactly are you longing for?What are you waiting for?

Qing Ze gritted his teeth.

He stood up, turned his back to Yin Luo, and looked at the old, young, women and children in the yard outside the door.

There are young people who have just grown up crying in front of the graves that have just been piled up, there are mothers who have to take off half of their clothes to breastfeed their children in the public, and there are people who are refusing to leave to appease the emotions of others who are collapsing day by day the servants.

They looked embarrassed, and their straight waists were bowed because their hopes were gradually fading.

They came to this world with hope, why can't this world let them live.

Qing Ze said: "That's why I decided to take the people here away."

Yin Luo froze for a moment: "Where are you going?"

Qing Ze said: "Taihan."

"I heard what they said yesterday that those who escaped from Zilu all went to Taihan. Taihan has been worshiping the immortals for hundreds of years, and the enchantment was built by the immortals from all over the world. It is the only neighboring country that has not fallen. The last few days to open the city gate and accept the refugees. After a few days, the enchantment will be completely sealed and no one can enter. Although I don't know how reliable the enchantment is, it is better than nothing after all. I have my own things to do , it is impossible to stay here for a long time. When the servants here are dead, none of these people will survive. The fairy clan accepts the offerings of the human race anyway, so they should do something. Escort them to Taihan, protected by the enchantment of the fairy clan, can How long they live depends on their own luck."