The enemy has a crush on me

Since getting the new fragments, Qingze's work and rest schedule has transitioned from going to bed early and getting up early, to going to bed early and getting up early, and finally changed to going to bed early and getting up late one day.

Perhaps it was because it was his own dream, Ying Long simply let him make it up, and only hummed twice when he really couldn't bear it.

As an ancient beast, Qingze was still very young. After hearing this, he immediately looked for Xiabei, but he couldn't find it.

Anyone who has been craving the same piece of meat from the prehistoric era to the present world will inevitably get carried away when he eats it.

In the beginning, Qingze still took the path of affection, tenderness like water, gentleness and patience with a little recklessness, fearing that Yinglong would not adapt, he would almost soak him in a honey pot and turn him into a puddle of water.

But Qingze is born with a playful nature, after being aroused by Ying Long's muffled snort with a hook at the end, he finally released the little devil in his heart, and the road to perversion is gone forever, almost turning the young When he was frivolous, he used all the tricks he could think of on the imaginary object whose face was not clear, and he had to force Yinglong to retreat steadily and make more noises.

……

After doing some bad things, he finally said softly, "I'll come see you tomorrow."

If he hadn't transformed that cold and radiant long sword in the next second, he would have been an unswerving lover until death.

He was used to watching Ying Long slowly die in his arms, but he became more and more cautious about killing him.

It was like this, that's all.

But ever since he made Ying Long hoarse one night, when he fell asleep the next day, Ying Long's attitude suddenly changed to a livid face and wanted to leave when he saw him from afar.

Qingze said all the good things, teased and coaxed him, saw that the man's ears were red and refused to look at him, so he understood and pulled him away and refused to let him go.

Eyes, bridge of nose, tips of ears.

Finally it lands on the lips.

Gently and slowly.

In order to appease Ying Long's emotions, Qing Ze's actions this time were frighteningly patient.

Ying Long's eyelashes trembled more violently than when he was killed by Zi Qingze every time, looking at the only person who could ask for help and the only giver, he was frightened by his own body reaction several times, and stumbled to Qingze's body. The name called the flower.

Hearing that Qing Ze wished to die on him.

Turning the nightmare into a spring dream, Qing Ze silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Great, really great.

Going back to the first day when he just woke up from the dream, many people in the courtyard were in a mess when they saw the monster corpses at the door and the corpses of Zaoli.

"A lot of corpses..."

"They look terrible..."

"Wuuuu...how can I do this..."

they said.

Even though the guards have been loudly appeasing people's restless emotions, doubts are still floating in whispers.

They didn't know where to go, and what kind of ending they would usher in, only panic spread in the air.

—My lord, can we really survive?

——You let us hide in this gong, but can this gong really protect us?

——Or are you just sacrificing the lives of a few adults?

—Are we abandoned by the world long ago, waiting for a hope that does not exist?

Everyone knows the answer, just waiting for the guards to tell them.

Everyone needs answers, and the guards won't tell them.

Qing Ze looked at it for a while, then walked out the door.

Qing Ze gave the people in the office three days to pack their luggage and notify their families.

Just cast some spells, and blocked the questioning words of the people present.

"If you want to come with me," Qing Ze said, "I will only wait in this office for three days. Within three days, finish all the things you have to do, and there will be no delay."

"To cross the sea of ​​sand, you need a lot of food and water. There is still plenty of time to prepare. Take as much as you can. Don't starve to death on the road without being killed by the demons."

"Don't think about bringing too many valuables. If you don't have the strength to keep your money, it will not only not make you live better in this situation, but will bring you danger."

"Take all the weapons you have at hand, and those who don't have weapons, bring farming tools. Poles, rakes, shovels, sickles... whatever you need, take whatever you have."

"The monsters surrounding you are not human beings, but a race called 'demons'. Fortunately, many demons have just completed their transformation, and the demons that have just transformed from humans are not as powerful as you imagined. Although their strength will gradually increase, you have wisdom."

"As for the demons transformed from monsters, ghosts, and monks... don't run out of my sight, I will solve it for you."

"Do you understand?"

There was no sound in the courtyard.

Qing Ze's face darkened.

"Do you understand me!"

Zilu is isolated from the world, and many people here have never seen the world beyond the yellow sand in their entire lives.

They wanted to leave, but when the right to choose was handed over to them, they dared not leave.

Whether to stay here, be blessed by others, and linger on, or take up arms and go to a distant place full of unknowns in order to survive.

To live without knowing why, or to fight outright.

One after another, someone made their own voices.

Although it was submerged under the silent heads, it spread into Qing Ze's ears from the quiet courtyard.

Once, twice... many times.

The quiet compound gradually boiled up.

"Get out! We're going out!"

"Even if you can't live to Taihan, it's better than waiting here to die!"

"Don't let the guards sacrifice for us again!"

"In another place, we can start from scratch and live well!"

"Yes! Did you see the corpse at the door? Those demons are not so scary! They will die too! Kill as many as you can! Kill one if you can! Kill one if you can't kill one! Kill half of it! If you can’t kill half of it, cut off one of its legs and smash one of its hands! Make it unable to walk or hurt anyone!”

"Fight them!"

"I, I am a carpenter. When I get to Taihan, I can build a shelter with everyone!"

"...Xiaoshengxu has been studying for more than [-] years, and he has nothing to gain. But when he comes to Taihan, if the children can't go to school, they can be taught to read and write."

"...I have learned some medical skills. If anyone is sick or injured, I can use the herbs I can find to heal everyone...!"

"I can mend and wash clothes for everyone!" "I can be on duty at night!" "I...!"

Looking at the picture in front of him, Qingze felt that he was slightly moved again after many years in the place where he was completely frozen by the rare kind-hearted Ji Fuen who had vengeance.

Kochia's mana is low, and he found his own death, but he didn't hurt him at all, and only hurt his compassionate heart.

He was chilled first, and only when he saw Ying Long did he find it ridiculous.

Forget it, so what if I try to do something boring again?

He will take them through the sea of ​​sand and live.

He looked at the revived courtyard in front of him, and moved his eyes to the inside of the public house.

Yin Luo stood by the door frame, holding the door bier with his hands, and looked at him from afar, his expression unclear.

Qing Ze raised the corners of his mouth in a half-smile.

--when.

Under the bright sunlight, it seemed that a musical note sounded out of nowhere and jumped out of nowhere.

Yin Luo looked away and covered his chest.

Come back, come back, come back.

This will not return, this will not return.

Half of the people chose to stay, and half of the people chose to leave.They knew each other well, and cried before parting came.

Most of the people with children chose to follow Qingze.

Most of the lonely old people, homeless beggars, and widowers chose to stay.

The servants also stayed.

Those left behind still need protection, and they cannot leave as long as there is one last person left.

Ah Lin squeezed through the noisy crowd in the courtyard, ran to Qingze's side, and said, "Brother Qingze, they said they want to go to the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings before departure, do you want them to go?"

Qing Ze said: "What is there to pray for? I won't let them die on the road, praying for blessings is better than praying for me."

Yin Luodao: "When relatives travel far away, soldiers go to war, and scholars go for exams... It is a tradition in our world to go to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings when we part. Pray for blessings, and the dying soul can have a good place to go."

Qing Ze didn't quite understand Yin Luo's words, after thinking about it, he felt that it wouldn't take much time, so he said, "Are they all going?"

Ah Lin nodded: "Those who leave, those who don't, want to go."

Qing Ze said: "Okay, let's go with them, so as not to make mistakes."

The temple they are talking about is a Guanyin temple.

There should have been many boys and monks, and the incense was flourishing, but after the troubles of the demons, the place seems to be very empty.

The ground was covered with dead leaves and pine cones because it had not been cleaned for several days.

The temple is built very high, at the end of the long stone steps.All the way up the stairs, you can see the yellow sand, boulders on both sides, and the stone tripod with the incense candles that are only half burned.

The people who were rarely excited because they hadn't been out of the office for several days, and the noisy people gradually quieted down after climbing the stone steps.

There are blood spots on the steps, wooden brooms that have been dismantled, and dead rabbits with their belly turned out.

They spontaneously avoided bloodstains, brooms, and rabbits, stepped on the few clean stone surfaces left, and walked forward step by step devoutly and silently with prayers that only they knew.

The cold wind blew past, blowing away the whispers in twos and threes.

Seeing that everyone came up one after another, Qing Ze took a picture of a talisman in the open space in front of the temple and said, "Gather here in two hours."

There was a huge stone tablet in front of the open space, and a long plaque engraved with big red gold characters was hung on the temple gate. The crowd scattered in all directions, and it was rare to have the opportunity to go about their own activities.

Someone rummaged around and found a lot of red incense paper that the vendors hadn't had time to take away, and excitedly called everyone over to distribute some.

There were not many people left in the public house, and after the paper candles were distributed, there was still a surplus, so someone brought a long wooden table and put it on the open space, and piled up the remaining paper candles on it.

With paper candles, pen and ink are also needed.

Someone followed their memory to the hut behind the temple, which used to be the living place of the monks, but now there is no one there, and the vegetarian food in the steamer is rotten and smelly.

The scriptures are densely and neatly engraved on the wall, which the young monk must firmly remember since he was a child.

The study room is very small, and it is dedicated to the magicians who do divination in the temple.There were several scorched holes on the table, and there were ink cartridges and brushes in the drawer.

They took out the ink cartridges and brushes, put them on the table in the open space, looked at the paper candles full of paper, looked at the immovable temples, looked at the familiar people around, and felt that they had everything.

Qingze walked into the temple and saw a solemn treasure-faced Guanyin standing on lotus in the temple, he smiled compassionately.

There are several tribute dishes and a merit box on the tribute table under the Guanyin statue.

The strange thing is that there are two small, very simple, paper-stacked figurines on the merit box.

Speaking of people, it seems that they are not completely human, but more like two butterflies.

He picked up the paper figurine curiously, and turned around to find Yin Luo standing beside him at some point.

Qing Ze said: "What is this?"

Yin Luo tilted his head slightly to look at the two paper figurines, and smiled slightly.

He seldom smiled, and Qingze would lose his mind for a moment when he saw it.

Yin Luo smiled, pursed her lips, and said in a low voice, "This is a paper man made by a young lover to protect marriage."

Qing Ze said: "How do you know that it is a paper figurine to protect marriage and not a paper figurine for other purposes?"

Yin Luodao: "Our human race is a short-lived and romantic race. There are love stories where good couples are hard to come by, and butterflies fly together. If you haven't met a good match, you can use the red rope to seek marriage in Yuelao Temple. If you have met a good couple but are forced by external forces Those who resist, you can use the butterfly paper man in the Guanyin Temple to pray that the mind will be connected and never separated."

One after another, people from the public house came in to burn incense and pray for blessings. Yin Luo took a look, stopped talking, and stood aside with Qing Ze.

There is only one table outside the temple. Some people are holding pens, and more people simply use their fingers, or stand, squat, or sit, and write something seriously on the red paper in various postures.

Many people are illiterate, abandoned in this city, and write very seriously—write something only they understand.

They burned incense, put the few remaining copper plates into the merit box, put their hands together and prayed for blessings, and went outside the temple to get red paper, wrote down the secrets that they would never tell others, folded the paper and tied it on the On a wooden frame covered with red paper.

No one knows who the owner of each piece of red paper is, and no one knows where the people who wrote them have gone now. Only this wooden frame has left their secrets forever in a corner that no one knows.

It was also the first time for Qingze to feel this kind of atmosphere. He was forcefully dragged away from Yin Luo by A Lin, and then turned around. When he came back, he found that Yin Luo stood silently for a while, and also took a piece of red paper. Write something seriously.

Qing Ze originally wanted to walk towards Yin Luo, but after seeing his movements, he stood there by accident and did not interrupt Yin Luo's movements.

After finishing writing, Yin Luo looked at it, hesitated for a moment, and slowly folded it. He didn't find Qing Ze who was watching him from a distance, followed the crowd to the wooden frame, and carefully tied it to the wooden frame.

The little red paper is mixed with other red papers, making it hard to distinguish.

After he was tied up, he turned and left, found a corner and sat down, silently watching the vermilion temple and the crowds, not knowing what he was thinking.

Not knowing what kind of psychology he was holding, Qingze saw him look away, and walked uncontrollably to the wooden frame.

Which one is Yin Luo tied to?

It should be this one.

If you open it by mistake, the owner of the red paper should not blame him.

It was rare for Qing Ze to feel a little guilty, holding the folded red paper.

He has never liked to pry into other people's privacy, but he is really curious about what secrets Yin Luo should take into the grave.

Yin Luo's life is so boring, his secrets should be boring too.

He slowly opened the red paper.

It's Yin Luo's paper.

It is Yin Luo's character.

The strokes are centered, and the ink soaks into the back of the paper.

——"I dare not look at Guanyin from now on."

The author has something to say: "Yingtai is not a daughter, why is there a ring mark on her ear?"

"There is a reason for the scars on the earrings. Brother Liang, why should you be suspicious? There are many temple fairs in the village, and I play the role of Guanyin every year. Brother Liang, you must concentrate on making a fuss. You don't want to think about your future."

"I dare not look at Guanyin ever since."