The enemy has a crush on me

"Didn't I tell you to kill him directly?! Where did you throw him!"

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Han Ba ​​looked at the teacup that was slammed into pieces by the man in the satin shirt and babbled indistinctly, as if he didn't know what kind of temper he was throwing.

He left and came back to Xifang. He lost the Queen's support for the Goddess's belief, and he helped the tyrant, and committed many murders to heal the wounded man in the satin shirt. His mind was devastated, and he could not speak at this time.

The bright heavenly girl will eventually become an evil god.

The man in the satin shirt paced around the room a few times angrily, looking at the foolish Han Yan, he was even more angry.

Although the most important plan is being implemented smoothly, Qing Ze has been arrested, and the suffering he suffered before was not in vain.

But the fly's leg meat is also meat, Yin Luo is right in front of him, if he can get rid of it easily, there will be more rewards.

If Yin Luo had escaped, he would not be as easy to catch as a high-profile ancient divine beast. If he was caught by others to claim meritorious service, he would really die of anger.

A human race who has no backhand power, even things that are effortless, Hanba has dropped the chain for him.

He was injured at the time, lying on the ground for a while, Han Yan suddenly ran away, and when he came back, he was empty-handed and confident, as if he had forgotten the order he had given before.

The cooked duck flew off, and that's about it.

This drought god has become more and more dull recently, which really annoys him.But Hanba's combat power is so strong that if he is really provoked, he will find it difficult to deal with it.

You still have to apply both soft and hard.

Thinking of this, the anger of the man in the satin shirt subsided a little.

at this point.

The man in the satin shirt slammed his fan a few times, then closed it again, walked to the carved stone chair and sat down.

He said: "Forget it, I won't embarrass you. Just ignore that human race and let me know that self-righteous ancient beast."

Because he was beaten to the brink of death by Qing Ze's palm, he held a grudge in his heart, and vowed to make Qing Ze pay back several times.Now that Qing Ze was caught by him, if he hadn't been ordered to capture him alive, he would have tried every means to kill Qing Ze.

What they were in was a beautifully built secret room rebuilt from a grotto. The stone walls were cold, and the surroundings were inlaid with lustrous jade.

The man in the satin shirt had originally spoken viciously, but against the echo of the deep secret room, he showed a kind of furtiveness that made people's teeth chill.

He imagined the many tortures that tortured Qingze, and felt that the stuffiness in his chest was relieved a lot. He smiled sullenly for a while, picked up another teacup and took a sip, slapped it on the bench, stood up, glanced at Hanba, and said :"Walk!"

The cell where Qingze was held was deep and deep, and he had to pass through a labyrinth-like, narrow tunnel.

The jade on the walls of the tunnel is carved into the shape of flames, icy cold and burning for a long time.

From time to time, bones from different parts were scattered under the wall. They should have grown in the bodies of different creatures, and they were also cold.

The man in the satin shirt was followed by Hanba, who seemed to be completely undisturbed by the bones on both sides, and walked slowly into the depths, as if strolling in a garden.

Unexpectedly, the end of the tunnel is not underground.

The man in the satin shirt pressed the stone button, only to hear a click, and the square ground where he was standing, which was originally the same as the dark passage before, suddenly rose and went straight to the top of his head.

If you look up carefully, you will find that there is an undetectable, black hole-like secret passage at the top.

This road is winding and complicated, with many forks. It is hard to remember the truth. Even if you are lucky enough to reach here, if you don’t know this trick, you don’t know that there is another road. You still go deep, no matter where you go. One of them will trigger the mechanism and be trapped inside.

The two of them reached the upper floor and continued to walk forward. At this time, the secret passage seemed to be normal. There were no scattered bones. There were small windows carved in the high part of the wall and a few iron bars hanging on them. The window shines in, and the fine dust is faintly visible in the air.

When he reached the end of the secret passage, the man in satin shirt looked at the black iron door, shook his folding fan, and clicked twice.

"Qing Ze, Qing Ze." He said, "You fell into my hands after all."

After he finished speaking, he was very complacent for a while, then raised his folding fan, signaling Hanba to open the iron gate.

The ancient divine beast in a green shirt leaned against the corner with his eyes closed.

The man in the satin shirt walked in, looked at it for a while, and kicked down hard.

He kicked exactly where Qingze was injured, and the ancient god beast opened his eyes in Shashi.

Seeing that he woke up, the man in the satin shirt curled his lips, kicked him until Qingze covered his stomach like a shrimp, and then he felt relieved, and smiled fiercely: "Qingze! Aren't you an ancient beast? Aren’t you amazing? Aren’t you proud? Do you think you’re great? Ah?! You think you’re great?! Do you think you can always be on top?! Does your wound hurt? Is it uncomfortable? I hurt more than you Ah! I was beaten to pieces by you, and almost died in the rainstorm like a dirty insect! Qingze! You die! You go die!"

While roaring, he kicked Qing Ze's wound fiercely, and after a while, a small pool of blood gathered under his toes.

Qingze listened to him venting his emotions crazily for a while, and didn't even bother to look at him.

This little injury is nothing to hurt.

He is an ancient mythical beast who counts pennies and pennies, and when he leaves here, none of these people will feel better.

Seeing his expression, the man in satin shirt seemed to be even more furious. He squatted down, grabbed Qing Ze's hair, twisted his upper body, pressed his head and hit the wall.

Hit many times.

The wall was hit and a cracked hole was sunken, and all that spread from the gap was red.

The man in the satin shirt didn't let go until his arms felt sore. He watched the blood flow down from the broken forehead of the ancient beast, gritted his teeth and pulled out a long poisonous needle from behind.

chest.palm.And finally the abdomen.

One end was held in the hand of the man in the satin shirt, and the other end passed through Qing Ze's body.

The man in the satin shirt pulled out the long needle from where Qingze was first injured, and finally put an end to the torture.

"It's a pity that I can't kill you." He said, "When you lose your profit value, I will be the first to kill you."

The ancient divine beast was lying on the ground, its cyan clothes almost stained red with blood.

"Qing Ze, if you want to hate, you should hate the demons."

The man in the satin shirt walked out of the cell, and Han Yan closed the iron door.

The narrow cell was once again shrouded in darkness.

Qing Ze lay on the ground for a while, then turned over in the pool of blood, lay flat on the ground, and closed his eyes.

He has never seen an ancient beast that is afraid of pain.

These people think they have seen enough cruel things, but they don't know anything about Hong Huang's true appearance.

In the prehistoric law of survival, as long as it is not a life-threatening injury, it is really nothing.

Now that he was arrested, he had to suffer a lot. Qingze was very easygoing. The only thing he was angry about was that he had just closed his eyes and was woken up before he could fall asleep.

Those who disturb his sleep are all non-recyclable garbage.

Qingze thought wildly for a while, because of the pain on his body, it took him a little longer to fall asleep.

Ying Long sat by the stream and waited for him.

Qing Ze happily ran over.

He pressed Ying Long into the flower field, and he could not stop talking sweet words.Ying Long hugged him, even his fingertips turned red.

I know you have been waiting for a long time.

Ying Long is really delicious, Ying Long is getting better and better.Qing Ze exercised for a while with a sense of accomplishment, and saw that Ying Long's skin was a little red from the roots/stems of the flowers and plants beneath him, so he asked Ying Long to sit on him, propped up his upper body and gnawed on Ying Long's neck .

After nibbling for a while, I found that my shoulders were wet.

Qing Ze froze for a moment, then raised his face.

Ying Long was crying.

Ying Long is the one who doesn't like to cry the most, even if his eyes are wet and his voice is hoarse because of bullying, he still refuses to cry.

He must feel that it is shameful to cry, that's why he even did the thing of lying under others, and refused to cry for himself.

Obviously it's love/interest.

Qing Ze always wanted to make Ying Long cry, but when Ying Long really cried, he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

Ying Long looked very sad.

Hold yourself so tightly, as if you are afraid of leaving yourself.

How could he make Yinglong cry?How could he be willing to let Ying Long cry?He wished he could hold Ying Long in his heart and put it in his mouth.He wished to give him all the tenderness, love melted Yinglong.

Yinglong begged to die, and he killed him.Ying Long Xiangsheng, he rescued him.

In Ying Long's eyes, there is only the high bright moon, and only the god who is untouched by the world, so he is willing to be a mean and hateful villain in front of Ying Long.

He is a lunatic, the only thing he can praise is his humble, deformed and fragmented love that Ying Long has never noticed.

"Ying Long...don't cry...don't cry, what should I do if you cry? What should I do if you cry?"

"Ying Long, don't cry, okay?"

"Ying Long, I'll give you whatever you want, don't cry, okay?"

"I don't care how much you hate me anymore. I don't care if you're looking at me. I'm narrow-minded. I tied Bai Ze to see you. Don't cry, okay?"

"I'll give you the moon in the sky, and I'll give you the sun in the sky. I'll give you the whole sky with high clouds and wide sky. Don't cry, okay?"

"I'll give you my heart. I'll be happy when you step on the ground. Don't cry, okay?"

But Ying Long kept shaking his head, calling him: "Qingze, Qingze."

Qing Ze kissed his eyelashes one by one: "I'm here, I'm here."

Yin Luo lay facing the stone wall.

He woke up in a strange grotto, the stone walls were smooth, and the walls were embedded with jade, reflecting a cold and moist light.

The tables and chairs are all made of stone, and the bed is also made of stone.

The grit and dust all over his body were scrubbed off, and the frayed clothes were replaced, leaving a clean white shirt. The severely injured areas and the knuckles of the ten fingers were wrapped with thin bandages.

The bandages were carefully wrapped, as if a lot of thought had gone into it.

Hanba was holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, and walked to the bed with his bones clattering, sat on the head of the bed, helped him up, let him lean against him, brought the bowl to his mouth, and spooned it one spoon at a time. Feed him a drink.

Yin Luo drank very slowly, because it was difficult for him to swallow the medicine smoothly because he was pinched by Hanba and hurt his throat.

But I drank it with all my might.

You must drink the medicine well, and you can recover as soon as possible after drinking the medicine.

He has survived so many injuries because he can drink every drop of the medicine no matter how bitter it is.

Hanba hugged him every day whenever he was free, and fed him various medicines he didn't know where to find, in all colors, and he drank them all without leaving a drop.

He refused to kill him, and he refused to let him go.

He smashed the door with his hands, made noises, and was dragged back to the bed with his mouth covered.

He lay in silence for a few days with his back to Hanba, until today Hanba gave him a map.

Blue dots are grotto locations, black dots are dungeon locations.

Far apart.

He doesn't go as fast as before, but he will arrive.

Yin Luo carefully put away the map, and healed the injury for a few more days. When he was able to walk as usual, he dropped the bowl and compared the porcelain piece to his neck.

Hanba took a step closer to him, and he inserted the tile deeper.

Then he got dressed, pushed open the stone door, walked for a while, and heard Hanba roaring angrily behind him.

He is running out of time.

He hasn't had time yet.