The enemy has a crush on me

Yin Luo got into the bad habit of torturing/killing demons.

He stayed in the camp all the time, and he didn't know where he found so many demons to kill.

Qing Ze took a look at the third demon corpse found in the past few days, even though he was well-informed, he couldn't say a word: Miserable, it is really too tragic.

Qing Ze waved his hand and asked someone to drag the corpse down.

Since the young man was accidentally killed a few days ago, Qingze strictly forbade the people in the office to act alone again. Although Yin Luo didn't know where Yin Luo picked out these low-level monsters, there were no more casualties.

After the crowd watching the demon corpse dispersed, Qing Ze turned around, looked at Yin Luo, and said, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Yin Luo said: "..."

Qing Ze pushed him against the wall.

Up and down, left, right, right, after searching the front, turn the person over and search the back.

The search made Yin Luo's waist weak. If he hadn't leaned against the wall and almost slipped to the ground in shame, only the two daggers he used to were found.

Qing Ze pulled out the dagger——the blade was sharp and radiant, without any smell of blood or traces of recent use.

Yin Luo didn't have any other weapons on him.

If it was him in the past, or even him who just came out of the imperial city, it would be easy to kill a few demons with bare hands.But now, how did he kill these monsters?

Qingze turned Yin Luo back again, tried hard to control his tone, and said, "What did you use to kill it?"

Yin Luo was silent for a while, then pointed to a place not far away.

The place he pointed to was a piece of yellow sand.

Qingze walked to the side of the yellow sand, stepped on it, and felt that the touch under it was a bit strange.

He pushed aside the soil and picked up the murder weapon that Yin Luo had buried underneath.

It's a big iron pot,

— Spoon.

Spoon?

Qing Ze stretched out his hand and weighed it.The spoon is not heavy, and the edge is blunt and smooth. To prevent injury to the cook, there is no sharpening edge.

The handle of the spoon is made of softer metal and is now slightly deformed.

The bottom of the spoon is a lump of sand with dried/dried blood on it.

Yin Luo actually knocked a demon to death with a spoon.

If it was the murder weapon, that's what the body ended up looking like.Then this is no longer technical work, but physical work.

Apart from the fact that the demon's brain was flooded and he was too stupid to let Yin Luoling/torture him, Qingze really couldn't think of a reason why Yin Luo was unharmed and the monster was paralyzed there.

But is this possible?

If you happen to meet someone whose brain is flooded, it is also possible.But there is more than one Demon Race whose brains are flooded like this, there are three... plus the one a few days ago, there are four.

Qingze really thought that the demons were idiots, but he never thought that they could be so idiots.

In fact, since that night, Yin Luo's state has been a little strange.

Yin Luo was too drunk that night, and he was comforted for a long time before he calmed down. Because he was exhausted, he fell asleep after a while.

It was late at night when Qing Ze brought him back to the camp, and everyone had already rested.He was worried that something would happen to Yin Luo again at night, so he simply let him sleep in his tent.

Put it on your side and lie down, and wrap it in a small quilt.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, it's time to rest.

Qing Ze took off his outer shirt and lay down too.

I hope Ying Long won't blame him for coming too late tonight.

I don't want to mention the dream after that.

Although he knew that he loves and hates Yinglong, has complicated feelings, and knows that he is a pervert, but he never thought that he could slander Yinglong like that by relying on his dreams.

After accumulating countless illusions in the past, he already knows that Ying Long is a fool who looks tough but is at a loss when he is treated with tenderness.

But today Ying Long seemed to be very excited, he would tremble uncontrollably at the slightest touch, panting to the point of plucking the strings, pestering him and refusing to let it go, his reaction was unusual to save face.

Qing Ze was driven a little crazy, forcing him to say a lot of things that he couldn't bear to listen to.

Although it was built by himself night after night, he never thought that one day he would be able to use yd to describe Ying Long.

Are his skills that good?

After eating, he felt endless aftertaste, and felt a little guilty after the aftertaste.

If Yinglong saw his dream one day, he might be so angry that he would tear himself to pieces.

The sun rises in the east, and the long dream will wake up.

When Yin Luo opened his eyes the next day, his expression could be described as ashen.

He was surrounded by an unknown low air pressure, lay flat for a while, turned over to face the tent, and turned his back to the tent door, as if he loathed himself so much that he was so shameless.

After a while, Qingze came in with a bowl of porridge.

Yin Luo heard Qingze's footsteps, and felt that it would be even more embarrassing when Qingze called him up, so he put away his self-pity, turned around before Qingze could speak, and sat up.

He thought that he was ready to face Qing Ze, but the fact was not the case at all.

Seeing Yin Luo woke up, Qing Ze raised his eyebrows.

It should be his own face that reminded Yin Luo more clearly of what he had drunk last night. Even though Yin Luo was pretending to be calm, looking at his expression could be described as blue and white, ever-changing, ever-changing, Wonderful.

I don't know if it was Qing Ze's illusion, but after seeing him, Yin Luo seemed to be less stressed and frustrated than when he first entered the door.

It was the first time for Qingze to discover that Yin Luo could have so many expressions.

He didn't intend to show Yin Luo the fact that he was possessed, so he sat down beside the bed with a porcelain bowl of porridge in his face, and joked, "Are you awake?"

Yin Luo nodded stiffly.

Sure enough, this person always couldn't afford to lose in such a weird place.

Qing Ze handed him the porridge bowl.

Seeing Qingze's movements, Yin Luo subconsciously backed away, as if wanting to avoid physical contact with Qingze, saw that Qingze just handed the porridge bowl in front of him, took the bowl lamely, and held it to the lips.

Qing Ze said: "When men have jing/worms on their brains, I understand."

Yin Luo spat out the porridge he just drank.

The choke was so severe that he coughed for a long time but couldn't speak.

Qing Ze was stunned for a moment, looked at the porridge on the quilt, and said, "They only left me a quilt..."

Seeing Yin Luo's appearance was really a bit embarrassed, Qing Ze stopped talking and sighed.

Forget it, this person just woke up from a hangover after all, so don't bother with him.

He stroked Yin Luo's back for a while, and seeing him gradually calm down, he said, "I know I'm good-looking, but I don't look like a woman either. You are so passionate, could it be that you drink too much and see me as a which beauty?"

You know shit.

Yin Luo was almost furious.

He put down the bowl, his lips trembled with anger, and felt that he could only be blamed for his lack of confidence, so he choked out a sentence for a long time: "Nonsense!"

Yin Luo didn't know what was wrong with him. He had always had excellent self-control, but he lost control so much that he couldn't even control his emotions and body.

Although he vaguely realized that he fell in love with Qing Ze as a man before, he never thought that he would fall in love to such a "specific" level.

If Suo/Kiss to Qing Ze can be used to excuse the accident of drinking, then what reason can be found for the strange and terrifying feeling that is more vivid in the dream even though I can't remember it clearly?

He's dead.

Thinking of this, Yin Luo didn't even have the strength to lose his temper. He looked at the culprit who had caused himself to be such a culprit, and felt that it was too unreasonable to lose his temper with Qing Ze because of his own wishful thinking, so he put the bowl on the bedside, nothing to do He lay back in a lively manner, covering himself in the quilt and refusing to speak.

How could he become like this.

Qing Ze said: "..."

It turns out that hangover people are so emotional.

Among the people Qingze knew before, Ying Long was the best drinker, but Ying Long was too good at drinking, so Qingze had no chance to see him hangover.

Seeing that Yin Luo didn't seem to be angry, he was really depressed, thinking that this person didn't even know what a joke was before, and he should give him some time to slow down when he saw such a gaffe, so he said, "I'll just say it casually." Just talking. Remember to drink the porridge later, I'll go out first."

There are too many things to worry about outside, this group of people has never been out of Zilu, the closer they are to Taihan, the more questions they ask, Qingze is not very patient, after dealing with it for a long time, when he returned to the tent, his head was dilated .

It wasn't until he returned to the tent that he realized why Yin Luo said he couldn't drink.

The bowl of porridge is still in its original place.

Yin Luo obviously had an empty stomach, yet he vomited all day holding the wooden bucket.

At first it was alcohol, but then he started vomiting blood.

Qingze helped Yin Luo up, poured his spiritual energy for a while, and felt that it was not an option to go on like this.

Probably because the wine in his stomach was finally emptied, Yin Luo's mood was much more normal than in the morning.

He leaned against the head of the bed, watched Qing Ze withdraw his hand, pursed his lips, and said, "Thank you."

Qing Ze said, "Small things."

Yin Luo sat in a daze for a while, and finally remembered what he wanted to tell Qingze: "Song Qingze, a man was killed by the demons. His body is—"

Qing Ze said: "I know."

Qing Ze said: "I saw blood stains on your clothes, so I went out for a walk."

The young man was alone, with no relatives or reason, and had no intention of going out at first, because he saw a group of people, old and young, who really lacked young manpower, so he decided to follow him out of the city.

That's how he died.

Qing Ze paused, and said again: "I have already told everyone the news. They erected a grave for that person, and there are still people praying for him."

Yin Luo said: "Beside him there is..."

Qing Ze said: "I've already dealt with it."

The treatment Qing Ze mentioned was naturally carried out before being seen by others.

Yin Luo fell silent.

Knowing that he still had something to say, Qing Ze sat and waited.

Yin Luo said, "Song Qingze...what's wrong with me?"

Qing Ze said: "I don't know much about the living dead. Maybe too much death will affect the temperament. You should pay more attention at ordinary times. Although it was a bit ruthless to that demon, it's not a big deal."

He said it so calmly, as if it was really not worth mentioning.

Yin Luo said: "Song Qingze, I'm so hot, do I have a fever?"

Qing Ze touched his forehead.

It's cold and unpopular.

Qing Ze said: "There is one thing, you should rest early, and you should be fine tomorrow."

Yin Luo thought for a while and nodded.

Qing Ze said to let Yin Luo rest early, originally he wanted him to continue resting in his tent.Yin Luo didn't know what he was thinking about, because of Qing Zexu's spiritual power, his stomach was not so nauseous, and he finished the bowl of cold porridge one bite at a time, feeling that he had some strength, and insisted on going back to his tent .

Qingze knew that Yin Luo didn't like to be close to people, and felt that he was not some nephrite and warm fragrance worth lingering on. Yin Luo's appearance last night was not for himself to show. There is no longer force to stay.

The clothes were cleaned by Qing Ze's magic power, and they were hung neatly by the side. Yin Luo stood up and put on the clothes one by one. .

After getting dressed, he said goodbye to Qing Ze, and walked out with the lamp.

Seeing him walking away, Qing Ze sat on the bed and touched the place where Yin Luo lay - there was no residual warmth.

Qingze blew out the candle lamp, turned on the bed.

A dream of spring/night.

In the illusion, he was almost seduced by the increasingly aggressive Yinglong, and tried to get up several times but couldn't walk. When he woke up the next day, it was already high in the sun.

Yin Luo also woke up very late.

It stands to reason that the effects of the hangover should only last for one day, but Yin Luo's complexion was even more gloomy than the day before.

His eyes were bloodshot, which frightened the boy who had always been close to him and eagerly wanted to report today's practice results to him.

Seems like it's about to collapse.

It was also in the evening of this day that Qing Ze discovered the second horrible demon corpse.

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