The enemy has a crush on me

Memory is an amazing thing.

Qingze read that sentence, but didn't understand what it meant, and felt that it was really bad to tell others Yin Luo's secret, so he buried it in his heart.

At first I pretended I hadn't read it, but after two days, because I had too many things to worry about, I really forgot about it.

A group of people are ready to go, burn incense and pray for blessings, and finally bid farewell to Zilu.

a few days later.

Qing Ze pulled out the long sword from the body of a salivating demon, feeling a little bad.

When they came to Zilu, they hadn't seen any traces of the demons in the desert. Although there are not many of them now, occasionally a man with a crazy expression and a magic pattern would rush out of the yellow sand.

These lone demons in twos and threes are really hard to pose a threat to Qingze, but they just intuitively prove what the world outside the desert has become.

Many handicapped people in the team and the elderly who were supported by their children walked out of the city gate, and before seeing the demons, they were frightened by the long yellow sand and were about to go back tremblingly. The other companions grabbed him by force.

After putting on the arm crossbow, the boy was very proud. He became the boss among the children and vowed to protect them in case of danger.

When setting up camp, the boy ran up to Yin Luo, waved his sweaty arm, held up a small blood-stained arrow, and tugged at Yin Luo's sleeve, as if begging for encouragement: "Yin Luo Brother Luo! Look! I killed a demon!"

Behind him was a group of children, big and small, chattering around the corpse of the dead Demon Race.

They were still too young and didn't know much about fear. Seeing that the monster remained motionless, they burst into cheers that justice would eventually triumph over evil.

Some little boys even took off their pants to urinate.

"oops!"

The little girl blushed and covered her eyes.

"Why are you like this!"

The boy shook his hands, put on his pants, and said, "It's not for you to see! These disgusting monsters killed my father. I don't feel relieved by urinating, but I still want to poop! "

The girl stopped talking.

Most of the reason why these little children were left in the city was because the people who had the ability to take them out of the city were killed by the demons before taking them out.

The boy spoke vulgar words, but what he said was the psychological words of everyone present.

She moved her hand away, looked at the corpse with urine stains on her face, took two steps forward, and kicked her hard twice.

The boy laughed: "Good kick! Good kick!"

A group of children gathered around and said, "Well played! Well played!"

Yin Luo put down the kettle, took the little arrow, looked at it, but didn't speak.

Seeing his expression, the boy was very disturbed: "Brother Yin Luo, I can use the arm crossbow now, and I can protect myself now. It's not wrong for Brother Qingze to give me a weapon. Why are you so unhappy?"

Yin Luo said: "Why am I unhappy?"

If it was normal, the boy must have run away tactfully, but he knew that Yin Luo didn't want him to learn how to use weapons, and he always wanted to prove himself to Yin Luo. He finally killed a demon clan today. Luo explained everything, but seeing Yin Luo's reaction, he was a little bit reluctant.

He held his breath and stood aside, neither speaking nor leaving.After standing for a while, feeling a little wronged, he wiped away his tears with his sleeve, unwilling to cry in front of Yin Luo.

Yin Luo found out that the boy was actually made to cry, and was also startled. He stretched out his hand stiffly to touch his head, and said, "I just... didn't expect you to learn so quickly."

The boy asked, "Really?"

Yin Luo nodded.

The boy burst into laughter immediately: "I have spent a lot of time practicing! When I grow up, I can protect you! At that time, those demons, if you come, I will kill one, and if you come two, I will kill a pair!"

Seeing that Yin Luo was silent, he said, "Brother Yin Luo, don't you believe me?"

Yin Luo said: "I believe it."

Boys are happy.

Yin Luo believed it, but he was not happy with it.

Not long ago, the boy was an innocent and ignorant child under the protection of his parents, but now he can say the word "kill" without changing his face.

How far is it from killing the real people he hates without changing his face?

Perhaps the most terrifying thing about the proliferation of demons is not that it brings death, but that the living get used to death and gradually forget the preciousness of life.

Once the sweetness of possessing power is tasted, it is difficult to restrain the greed to abuse it.

Only the strong can survive.

Once you accept such a rule, once you succumb to this rule, once you take advantage of this rule.

If you give up what you firmly believe in, one day, you will become a more insensitive existence than the demons.

It will become an existence that even itself hates.

Therefore, no matter how painful it is to persist, it cannot be shaken.

With a single thought, defenders can become perpetrators.

The more powerful a person is, the easier it is to forget the preciousness of life.

If all powerful people firmly believe in the logic that the winner is king, such a world is no different from hell.

He obviously has never personally experienced such a terrifying world, but he feels as if he is already familiar with it, and he has endured it for too long, so that once he imagines that scene happening again, he feels almost overwhelmed by despair and struggle.

And what did he experience?

He grew up in a mountain of corpses and rotting water since he was a child, and finally became a monster who is best at killing and bears a notorious reputation. How could he bear to watch a child step into his footsteps.

But even if he thinks this way, he has no right to prevent others from actively seeking a stronger ability to protect themselves.

As long as the demons are not eradicated, life cannot be treated as life.

Yin Luo was shoveling charcoal fire outside the tent.

Because they had been out for several days, the journey was safe and sound, seeing the hope of reaching Taihan safely, the tense nerves of the group gradually relaxed, and they discussed making some grilled food at night.The woman who is good at cooking said that the taste of roasting with open fire is not right, so charcoal fire must be used.

—Where did the charcoal fire come from here?

——Pick up some firewood and burn it now.

That's it.

The wind in the desert is strong, and the charcoal fire is not easy to burn, so they picked a corner of the tent near the stone wall to burn.

Most of the firewood is half-buried in the yellow sand, and the size is also very different. Collecting it requires a lot of physical strength, and it is the work of young and middle-aged people, but there are really only a few able-bodied men in this group.Yin Luo was born in the royal family. Although he had never done this kind of thing before, he had some experience on the way here, so he reluctantly picked a young man to go with him.

There was not enough firewood, so the young man went to pick it up again.

Yin Luo turned over with a shovel to let the buried firewood come into contact with more air. Because of his inexperience, he was blinded by the smoke after turning over. Holding the shovel, he thought: Why hasn't that young man come back yet?

After a while, the thick smoke cleared away, Yin Luo waved away the smoke in front of him, and opened his eyes.

The ground is red.

Red is dense on the sand, outlining curly totems.

Yin Luo shifted his gaze to the direction where the blood was flowing.

Tick, tick.

The young man who was supposed to go out to collect firewood had his eyes wide open, his feet were two centimeters above the ground, and he was hung on a pair of hands with yellowed nails.

——I will die with my eyes closed.

The hand holding the corpse slowly moved away, revealing a ferocious and proud face.

He may have been human once, but it's less visible now.

Ugly, depraved and insane.

Along the way, Qingze's mouth was mean, and his actions were always protective of Yin Luo. The demons he encountered were almost eliminated by Qingze before he could get close. For the first time, Luo faced this monster that destroyed the entire world alone.

Seeing Yin Luo looking at him, the monster was very happy, and happily handed the tattered corpse to Yin Luo, as if thinking that this would please Yin Luo.

After a long time, when it found that Yin Luo had no intention of picking it up, it froze for a moment, looked at the corpse, and felt that the corpse must be too difficult to handle, so it threw the corpse on the ground and stomped on it several times angrily. I was relieved.

Yin Luo glanced at the corpse thrown on the ground, and remembered that he was holding a shovel in his hand.

It is a good tool for busy farming and a good tool for shoveling charcoal balls.

- A good weapon for murder.

The monster is still venting its anger with the corpse, and has no intention of leaving.

How could the world be like this again.

It's all your fault.

You should have died long ago.

Yin Luo gritted his teeth, held the shovel, and walked towards the monster step by step.

Since Yin Luo took the first step, the monster kept making whining and whimpering noises. When Yin Luo walked a step away from it, his knees softened and he knelt down.

Its eyes are madness, desire, greed, killing, obsession, fanaticism, rage, numbness, and cruelty.

and pious.

Yin Luo's feet stopped in front of the monster.

They were so close that Yin Luo could clearly see the monster's gray pupils and lines on its body.

Although it is not completely consistent, it is hard to say that it is not familiar.

Maybe it's not long before the transformation, the limbs of the monster are still a little stiff when doing actions other than attacking.

It lowered its head, almost prostrate on the ground, carefully supported Yin Luo's feet with its terrifyingly deformed hands, and kissed the tip of Yin Luo's black dragon shoe with its slobbery and dirty mouth.

It's like going on a pilgrimage.

Or they are enshrining the only king.

It's a pity he couldn't complete his action.

His hand was trampled on by Yin Luo.

The monster looked at the dragon pattern flying on the shoe following Yin Luo's movements, babbled inarticulately, and raised its head in a daze.

Yin Luo looked at it, almost trembling with disgust.

It's like looking at a pile of filthy, disgusting garbage that shouldn't exist in the world.

In the sun, the shovel reflected sharp light.

The body of the stick is smooth and the blade is thick.

It was raised high and smashed hard on the monster.

The tip of the shovel pierced into the shoulder of the monster, making a sound like tearing silk.

The monster was drooling, and the pious joy on his face hadn't faded yet.

Yin Luo wanted to pull out the shovel, but he didn't know whether it was because his martial arts were too damaged or the tip of the shovel was buried too deep, so he couldn't pull it out. He gritted his teeth, stepped on the monster's shoulder with his other foot, and pulled it out with both hands and feet. come out.

He smashed it down again.

Bloody.

a bit.

again.

a bit.

again.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

The monster's eyes lost their luster, and half of its body was completely collapsed.

At first it was to kill it.

But it was obvious that the monster had already died without any struggle as if it had received a gift, but it couldn't stop its movements.

—You've killed it, stop it.

What are you doing, stop now.

stop now.

Yin Luo was short of breath and smashed the monster with a shovel until it was incomplete and shapeless, and his heart fell into a fear that he had never felt before because of his actions.

He's doing something he's hated for so many years.

What he's doing is something he's been tired of for so many years.

What he's doing is something he's struggled with for so many years.

But pleasure is boiling at the fingertips.

Why no more pain, no more struggle, no more sorrow?

What the hell is wrong with him?

In the end, he really had no strength, and stopped his movements with trembling hands.

In front of him was a puddle of mud.

There was only one hand intact in the mud, and I stepped on it, no matter how hard it was just now, I didn't dare to hurt my foot.

The shovel was already dyed red, Yin Luo squatted down, aligned the position, and shoveled down, cutting off the hand that was holding his foot devoutly after killing the young man brutally.

Blood spurted out and splashed on his face, making his bloodthirsty expression look like the most violent monarch.

Yin Luo stood up, threw the shovel aside, with wet temple hair sticking to his cheek, looking at the scene in front of him with an indistinguishable expression.

The death of the monster was far more miserable than that of the young man, and he did not know what kind of inhuman torture he had experienced just a moment ago.

Yin Luo lowered his eyelids and pondered for a long time, his body was so hot that he couldn't calm down for a long time, he stretched out his red/yan/yan tip of his tongue to lick the blood splashed on the corner of his lips.

clam down.

Someone was killed by the demons, he wanted to go back and tell Qing Ze the news.

Yes, he wants to go back and let others be wary of these monsters.

Yin Luo thought so, leaving a mess on the ground, pacing restlessly in the same place, walked two steps and stopped.

By the way, why did he forget, he still has to shovel back the raw charcoal.

Everyone has to bake things at night, and it is not delicious to bake them with an open fire.

After burning for so long, all the firewood should have been burned to charcoal.

What about the young man who went to collect firewood, why hasn't he come back? These shouldn't be enough.

Forget it, take these back first, everyone is waiting, it can't be too late to go back.

Yin Luo knelt down and wanted to pick up the shovel, but because his hands were shaking so much, several times before he could hold it up and stand up, he fell to the ground again, splashing a cloud of dust.

He has held a heavy spear/spear, and used a dagger that cuts iron like mud, and it is impossible not to hold a mediocre shovel.

Yin Luo pinched the palm of his hand, collected himself, poked the tip of the shovel into the ground, stood up with the body of the stick, slowed down for a while, and finally bent down and retched.

He forgot that there were corpses beside the charcoal fire, and remembered his work today, took a dustpan, picked out the blood-stained ones, and shoveled in the remaining charcoal balls with a shovel.

The place where the charcoal fire was made was just behind the camp, and it wasn't too far to go back.

When Yin Luo poured the charcoal balls into the barbecue platform they had just built, they were still very hot, and even a little flicking could barely ignite a small flame.

After a while, there was light smoke on the charcoal fire, and next to it was a group of people who had been terrified in the public house for several days, laughing and laughing rarely.

Yin Luo put the dustpan aside, nodded to the person who greeted him, took a handkerchief, sat in the corner, and wiped his clothes.

He is used to wearing black clothes, and the blood stains on it are very inconspicuous.

nothing.

nothing.

Just wipe it off.

He has been stained with a lot of blood, not bad.

He has never been clean, and he is not afraid to get dirty again.

Before Yin Luo entered the tent, Qing Ze smelled a smell of alcohol.

He was chatting with an unknown old lady with his chin propped up, or he was passing the time listening to the old lady talk about various folk customs and traditions. Laugh casually.

When he saw Yin Luo's expression clearly, although he was still smiling, his brows were slightly frowned: "Are you drunk?"

Yin Luo looked at him without saying a word, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Qing Ze withdrew his smiling face.

He remembered that Yin Luo couldn't drink.

He and Yin Luo looked at each other for a few seconds, his face became more and more ugly, he turned his head, and said to Ah Lin in the usual tone: "Take care of the child."

Then he said to the old woman: "Grandma, I will come back later to listen to your storytelling."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, pulled Yin Luo roughly with rare movements, and pulled him out of the tent without any explanation.

Yin Luo was dragged away by Qing Ze almost without any struggle.

Qing Ze walked too fast, his mind was dazed, he couldn't see the way clearly, he was dragged and stumbled, almost fell to the ground several times, and his wrist was pulled so painfully during the movements.

Qingze should have sensed that the people behind him were struggling to follow, but he seemed furious and didn't stop to wait for him.

As the sky gradually darkened, Qing Ze dragged Yin Luo hurriedly through the crowd walking around the camp, leaving behind the people who greeted him but were completely ignored.

This young man who always had a wicked smile seemed to be in a bad mood.

When he reached a completely deserted place, Qingze slowed down, looked around, found a broken wall, stopped, threw Yin Luo directly onto the stone wall, pressed his shoulder, and asked: "What did you do?"

Yin Luo's body temperature has always been much lower than that of ordinary people, but the wrist he had been holding just now was so hot that it seemed to be burning.

It seemed that Yin Luo was being burned to death.

It was so hot that Qing Ze's heart ached.

Yin Luo didn't seem to understand what Qing Ze was saying.

The eyes that were still pitch-black in the camp just now were already scarlet, and the magic pattern showed a more complicated and gorgeous posture than before Qing Ze suppressed it.

Corroding his flesh and blood, corroding his will, blooming beautifully.

Qingze hadn't seen his magic patterns appear for a long time, and was shocked by the extent of Yin Luo's deterioration for a moment.

How does he usually control himself?

Yin Luo didn't know what kind of anger Qingze was getting, he just looked at Qingze blankly after being pressed against the stone wall.

The ancient mythical beast in a blue shirt looked lively and handsome when he was angry, and his blue eyes were shining brightly, like the bright stars in the sky.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to pluck the stars.

Qing Ze clasped his hand, almost gnashing his teeth: "What did you do to yourself!"

Yin Luo's wrist was already pulled all the way, but he really felt that it hurt too much, so he said, "...Woo."

Qing Ze froze for a moment, then let go of his hand.

After all, Yin Luo was born as Prince Wu, and he was extremely sensitive to the enemy's flaws. Seeing that Qing Ze was lax in suppressing him, he broke free from Qing Ze's shackles.

Qing Ze secretly thought that it was not good, and was about to reach out to block, but was rushed into his arms recklessly and clumsily.

...?

Qing Ze froze in place.

Something that shouldn't be against me is against me.

Qing Ze felt it, Yin Luo had been strangely excited since just now.

Also being a man, Qingze naturally knew what Yin Luo was about to do.

Yin Luo is like an aggressive and restless beast, if his body is not so crippled, Qing Ze has no doubt that he will ruthlessly throw himself to the ground and eat himself up.

Qingze wanted to control his movements, so he pressed his hand with more strength.

But Yin Luo doesn't know the pain now, it seems extremely sad to be held down by Qing Ze, but when he struggles, blood oozes from old and new wounds on his body.

Seeing his pale face from the pain, Qingze could only move lightly.

He knew that Yin Luo would not be able to listen to what he was saying now, but he organized his words: "..."

Before he could make a sound in a hurry, he was bitten viciously.

Domineering and arrogant.

Wronged and impulsive.

I don't know if I'm asking for help or begging for joy.

When this person wakes up, he will probably hang himself in regret.

Qingze doesn't know who Yin Luo thinks of himself, so that he can show such a look that he likes it so much, doesn't know what to do, and must declare his sovereignty.

Could it be a concubine that Yin Luo once loved?

Qing Ze thought.

It turned out that Yin Luo also had someone he liked so much.

It turns out that Yin Luo also likes people.

He felt a little uncomfortable, and felt that it was ridiculous for him to empathize to this extent.

But Yin Luo is too seldom to get close to others, and it is rare to take the initiative and self-defeating, making a gesture that should be intimate.

Qingze endured it for a while, seeing that Yin Luo was really out of control, he finally squeezed Yin Luo's chin unbearably, and moved his face away.