The enemy has a crush on me

And then the third one.

fourth tool.

Qing Ze propped himself up and said, "Didn't I feed you every night...why are you so thirsty?"

Ying Long didn't seem to be able to control his own reaction. He shuddered when he heard this sentence, biting his lips until blood flowed.

Seeing that Yin Luo's demonization became more and more serious, Qingze finally decided to find a time to have a good talk with him.

When he lifted the curtain and entered, Yin Luo was drawing drawings very seriously.

On one side of the tent are the original farm tools, and on the table are disassembled parts.

Because he was worried that Yin Luo would sooner or later expose his violent behavior of torturing/killing demons in front of other people when he was wandering outside, and he was also afraid that Yin Luo would encounter ghosts and be injured by monsters when he walked at night, so Qing Ze simply refused to let him in the past two days. Go out alone, let him do some things in the tent when he is not on the road.

Yin Luo is familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of all kinds of weapons, and it is also considered to make the best use of them by transforming less convenient farm tools into weapons that are more usable by ordinary people.

With limited materials in hand, drawings must be drawn first.

Seeing that he was painting seriously, Qingze thought for a while, walked to his side, and sat down.

Yin Luo took a wooden ruler and measured the data.

Qing Ze pointed to the red dot on the picture and said, "What is this?"

Yin Luo said: "This is where the orifice needs to be inserted."

Qing Ze said: "So that's the case."

Yin Luo turned his head and continued to study.

Qing Ze said: "Yin Luo, listen to me."

Yin Luo still marked on the map seriously, wondering if he heard what he said.

Qing Ze held Yin Luo's shoulder and turned him over.

"Yin Luo," Qing Ze said, "You are in a very bad situation now."

"Yesterday, I didn't find the corpse of the demon clan in time, and I frightened the passing children into unconsciousness. You...how did you make him look like this?"

Yin Luo froze for a moment and lowered his eyelids.

Qing Ze said: "What did you use this time?"

"..." Yin Luo said, "Dagger."

Qing Ze's breath stagnates: "Dagger?"

If the shovel and spoon can be said to be self-protection, what does the dagger represent.

The monster's body was densely covered with sharp knives, blood and flesh were mixed together, so sticky that it couldn't flow down.

Qing Ze said again: "Did you not drink?"

Yin Luo shook his head.

Qing Ze took a deep breath: "Yin Luo, maybe you feel that everything is as usual, but your emotions are a little... out of control. We have seen many terrible scenes along the way, which may have affected you, but if you continue like this no."

Yin Luo seemed to be trying very hard to listen to him, but after listening, he said something wrong: "Song Qingze, I feel so bad."

He was very uncomfortable as he said it, and his expression was indeed uncomfortable, but there was a small hook at the end of his voice that he didn't even realize.

Thanks to the dream, Qingze has a good understanding of this kind of little hook.

Thinking of Yin Luo's appearance after being drunk, Qing Ze knew that he was very demonic and unable to restrain himself, but said: "You are a big man with a strong blood, and there is no chance to solve it along the way. It is normal to feel uncomfortable. But abuse/kill Demons are not the answer... If you are really uncomfortable, I think there is a girl outside who seems to be interested in you..."

After hearing Qing Ze's words, Yin Luo seemed to realize what he just said, and his face turned pale.

He was so terrified by his unconscious reaction that he was almost speechless in embarrassment.

How could he find a girl?

Yin Luo said, "I'll just die."

It was the first time Qingze heard him say such depressing words.

Qing Ze said: "Xuan Yong is still waiting for you to go back... Since you entered the desert, you have no way to contact the hidden guard again, right?"

Qing Ze said: "Yes, I know that you have been in contact with the dark guard, and I also know that you have been investigating the debris behind my back."

Qing Ze said: "It's okay, those are not important."

Qingze said: "You must be very worried about Xuanyong's current situation. The puppet I put in Xuanyong didn't have any problems, so it should be fine in the imperial city. You still have a prince who wants to rebel. If you continue like this , but there is no way to return to Xuanyong properly."

Qing Ze said: "..."

Qing Ze said a lot in one breath.

But in my heart I spurned my lies.

He is talking nonsense.

How could Yin Luo go back alive?

No one can save him.

But he couldn't tell Yin Luo the truth. If Yin Luo gave up by himself, what should he do with that monster in Yin Luo's skin?

He didn't know what was the obsession that made Yin Luo persist until now, but since that obsession allowed him to persist until now, it must also make him persist longer.

But what does Yin Luo care about?

The only thing Qingze can guess, and what he cares most about, should be his own country - after all, he is a lord who does his best and even does not hesitate to bear a lifetime of infamy for it.

He said so much, but Yin Luo shook his head.

"Xuan Yong doesn't need me."

"I am a prince who shouldn't have been born. It was the late emperor who gave me the mission to recover my homeland and let me live for twenty years. But my homeland has already been recovered, and I am already redundant to Xuanyong. The one who should succeed me is me." His younger brother. He is the most benevolent and most popular prince, rather than letting him bear the responsibility of rebellion, it is better for me to be exiled for the rest of my life."

"Song Qingze... If you didn't need this worldly emperor, it would be fine for me to decree to abdicate to the emperor now."

Qing Ze almost gritted his teeth: "Then what exactly do you want!"

Qing Ze said: "If you didn't live until now because of Xuan Yong! Then what are you doing for it?!"

"You've been working so hard to live, don't you have any reason?!"

Yin Luo froze for a moment.

He didn't know why Qingze was so angry, he could only truthfully say: "I have to wait for someone."

Qing Ze said: "Who?"

Yin Luo was even more at a loss than him: "...I don't know."

After Yin Luo finished speaking, she seemed to be in extreme pain: "Song Qingze, don't ask, I don't know."

He has already fulfilled his mission, the world no longer needs him.

But even if he becomes ugly, even if he is hated, he still wants to linger on for a while longer.

He promised the man to go back.

No matter how far the distance is, no matter how much time it takes, I have to go back.

He didn't have time to tell the man in the end that he—

he……?

What did he want to tell the man.

He doesn't remember.

Qing Ze said: "Okay... those are not important."

Qing Ze said: "If you want to wait for someone, I will accompany you. If you want to live for this person, I will accompany you. But you have persisted until now, are you going to give up like this?"

Yin Luo said, "I haven't."

"The demons wanted to get close to me. I told him to leave, but he didn't listen."

"I just want him to stay away from me, but he keeps getting closer."

Yin Luo frowned tightly, seeming very angry: "Song Qingze, why did he approach me?"

——Because you are the same kind.

Qing Ze thought.

Qing Ze said: "I won't let the demons approach you in the future, so don't do it yourself."

Yin Luo's situation was so bad, even though Qing Ze said so, he hardly had any hope in his heart.

But seeing Yin Luo hesitated for a long time, he finally nodded.

He said, "Okay."

The Lord of Xuanyong kept his promises, and if he said yes, then it was good.

Qing Ze let out a long breath: "Alright, now give me your dagger. I will keep it for you."

Yin Luo didn't move.

Qing Ze simply reached out to Yin Luo's waist to grab it himself, Yin Luo dodged backwards, blocking the place where the dagger was placed, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Ever since he cut off his heart vein, he thought that he would never leave these two daggers for the rest of his life.

Qing Ze said: "Yin Luo, you are with me now, I won't let the demons approach you within ten meters. As long as you don't leave me alone, no one can hurt you."

"If you continue to hold the dagger... your mood is very unstable now, and now you can control yourself to vent on the torture/killing of demons. If one day, you use this to kill an ordinary person who has no power to fight back... There is no turning back."

"You can't turn back. Yin Luo, do you understand?"

Yin Luo's eyelashes trembled.

Qingze could easily take the dagger from Yin Luo directly, but he subconsciously relaxed his movements.

Can't scare him.

Qingze held his breath, and tentatively touched Yin Luo's waist again.

Yin Luo's hand was still in front of his waist, but he didn't exert any force, and was easily removed by Qingze. Ren Qingze reached into his middle shirt and touched for a while, and took out a small dagger.

When he reached in, Yin Luo's body tensed up to an abnormal level.

Qing Ze shook the dagger he took out before Yin Luo's eyes, slowly put it into his arms, and said: "Very well, look, I just put it away for you, and I will return it to you when you are better. It’s no different, right, it’s just that the weight of the dagger is missing..."

"—and now I'm going to take the one you keep in your trouser leg."

Seeing that Yin Luo didn't respond, he paused and said, "Yin Luo, can I take that dagger you put in your trouser leg?"

Yin Luo nodded.

Qing Ze leaned close to his body, with one hand blocking his back, not giving him room to repent, the other hand touched all the way down from the edge of the table, and pulled out the dagger.

Yin Luo helplessly grabbed Qing Ze's sleeve, allowing him to take away the dagger that had never left him for more than two years.

He was taught to be the only sure talisman of life.

Qingze comforted Yin Luo for a while before leaving, but fortunately, Yin Luo gave him the dagger and it didn't make much difference.

It wasn't until two days later that Qing Ze suddenly discovered that there was a teacup missing in the tent.

He dragged Yin Luo over and pointed to the place where the teacups were originally placed. Seeing that Yin Luo didn't say a word, he stood up, threw him to the table, let Yin Luo support the table, and searched behind him. Feeling in front of him, he took out a few pieces of broken porcelain from his belt.

Qing Ze asked: "What is this?"

Yin Luo said, "Porcelain pieces."

He asked again: "Is there anything else?"

Yin Luo turned his back to him and didn't speak.

Qing Ze searched again.

Sewing boxes, broken porcelain, iron pieces, and even small arrows in the arm crossbow used by boys.

They are all places where hidden weapons are usually hidden, and they are stored in an orderly manner amidst the chaos.

Qing Ze threw all the things he found on the ground with clangs, tried hard to restrain his anger, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Yin Luo said, "Not anymore."

His tone didn't sound right, Qing Ze froze for a moment, and turned Yin Luo over.

Yin Luo had nervous anxiety on his face.

He looked at the "hidden weapons" on the ground, and the knuckles touching Qing Ze's chest twitched slightly, as if subconsciously wanting to pick it up again.

As long as he could remember, he had never been without a weapon on his body for a day. He thought that it would be nothing if Qing Ze took the dagger away. After all, Qing Ze had high mana, and the two daggers had not been used for a long time.

But he can't.

After losing his weapon, he felt as if there was a guillotine hanging above his head that would fall at any time, as if everything he could rely on had disappeared.

He has no army, no martial arts, no weapons, he has nothing.

Only the desire to swallow him up.

He needs something to lean on.

No matter how small it is.

Qingze held Yin Luo down, feeling his body struggling more and more, worrying about hurting him, and worrying that he would break free from the restraints.

"Yin Luo, with me by your side, you are safe." Qing Ze said, "No one will hurt you, and they can't touch you. Whether it's a day, ten years, or a lifetime, you will wait for you in peace People who want to wait. You don't need to hide so many weapons."

Yin Luo was still nervously trying to break free from his oppression.

Qing Ze said again: "Yin Luo...do you trust me?"

Yin Luo didn't answer.

Seeing his appearance, Qing Ze felt suddenly softened for some reason, hugged him, and said in a sigh-like tone: "Yin Luo, trust me."

——Trust me.

Qing Ze never thought that he was good at persuading others, most of the time he was too lazy to talk to most people, this skill was very neglected to practice, and he did not have much hope for the effect of persuading Yin Luo.

That's a demon, if you can control it with just a few words, how could the Three Realms be messed up by the demons in the first place?

But I don't know which words convinced Yin Luo. In short, when he found out, Yin Luo's condition seemed to have returned to normal.

Or maybe Yin Luo didn't return to normal, but restrained enough to not be discovered by anyone other than himself.

There were no more corpses of monsters who were tortured to death around the camp, and Yin Luo didn't even hide weapons on his body anymore.

Qing Ze is naturally happy to see the result - originally Yin Luo had already stayed away from the battlefield, so he should no longer regard himself as a sharp sword that can be unsheathed at any time.

When there were only four of them, it only took them two or three days to cross the yellow sand to reach Zilu. This time they rushed to Taihan, because there were too many old, weak, sick and disabled people, so they stopped and stopped all the way, resting more than rushing. But it's finally here.

There is one gate in Taihan, one in the southeast, one in the northwest, and the other three gates have been blocked one after another.

The door facing the yellow sand is the last one allowed to pass through.

The whole country of Taihan worships the immortal clan, and there are also many magicians who practice immortality.The Lord has heard many allusions about immortals saving the world since he was a child, so he can be called a benevolent emperor.He opened an altar at the beginning of the Demon Rebellion, kowtowed to the national teacher for seven days and seven nights, opened layer by layer the barriers set up by the Sifang Immortals after the first pacification of the Demon Rebellion, and intentionally accommodated refugees from other countries .

The ten-layer fairy barrier has already opened the ninth layer, and the demons can only linger outside it.

After opening the last layer, the inside and outside are completely isolated, even a fly cannot fly through it, and even natural disasters are hard to come by.

Dozens of generals are waiting in formation on tall horses, and a hundred soldiers stand in front of the formation.

Four people in official uniforms looked sternly and checked the name tags of the insiders.

Standing on the city wall was a general with a huge axe, and his voice was rough and loud: "Once you enter this gate, you can't come out again until the demon is wiped out."

The magic power of the immortal clan is far inferior to the gods, but there are many ancient formation books, most of which borrow the aura of heaven and earth, and they are still amazingly powerful after being preserved for many years.

For example at this time.

Yin Luo, a living dead man with more devilish energy than popularity, broke out in cold sweat as soon as he stood under the city gate and couldn't move an inch.

Qing Ze bit his fingertips, wiped a lot of blood on Yin Luo's forehead, saw the blood seeping into Yin Luo's skin little by little, and said, "Is it better?"

Yin Luo nodded.

Qing Ze said: "I'll go and explain the situation to the guards at the gate of the city, and you collect all the other people's name tags."

He paused, and then said, "Where is Ah Lin?"

Yin Luo thought for a while, then frowned: "A Lin went out by himself earlier, and he hasn't come back yet."

Qing Ze said: "We will be entering the city in a while, we can't wait for him if he doesn't come back."

He said that he couldn't wait for Ah Lin, but after negotiating with the guards at the gate of the city, Yin Luo also called everyone together, and did not enter the city immediately after collecting all the name tags, but still waited at the gate.

A group of people finally arrived at Taihan after trekking through mountains and ridges, and saw that the gate of the city was in front of them but they couldn't get in. Their emotions gradually became agitated and they clamored to go in.

Qing Ze has always hated this kind of talk the most, turned around and said: "What are you doing in such a hurry?! There are still people who haven't come here! As many of you alive come here, as many of you alive will go in for me! No one is missing! Otherwise, don't go in! Did you hear me!"

When he was angry, most of the smiles were fake, but at this moment, his angry face suddenly appeared, which turned out to be very scary.

Not knowing whether they were frightened by his majestic power, or because they thought of the young man who died on the road, the crowd gradually quieted down after whispering for a while.

After a while, Ah Lin arrived late.

The breath on his body was different from usual, as if he was wrapped in a different smell.

But his aura was originally chaotic, and it only became more chaotic after being covered with a layer of smell.

Panting, he ran to the gathering place and said, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Qing Ze said: "Where did you go?"

Ah Lin said: "There was an old grandma who recognized me as her son and pulled me and refused to let me go! I was afraid that she would be sad, so I came here only after coaxing her."

It's really the reason why sesame mung beans are big.

Qing Ze didn't bother to argue with him, turned his head and looked at the crowd behind him, there should be two people in 110, but there was only one in 110.

One person died.

He nodded: "Go into the city—!"

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