The enemy has a crush on me

After leaving Taihan, he deliberately took Yin Luo along the most inaccessible ancient road.

The wild smoke spreads wildly, the heavy mist spreads everywhere, and the rain soaks the wasteland one after another, and is evaporated without a trace by the scorching sun.

The faint crow landed on the dead branch and flew away, leaving two broken feathers on the muddy ground.

Even the wind stopped.

Qing Ze swung his sword to cut off the dead branches.

Thought:

Broken is a bit dilapidated, at least far away from the chaos of war.

Yin Luo didn't know the twists and turns in his heart, because he had never been to Penglai and didn't know the right way, so he followed him.

On the muddy road, there are two shallow footprints that will be covered by yellow sand in a short time.

The sun went down, and even the road itself forgot that anyone had ever been there.

Driving the enchantment all the way, stop and go, it is considered smooth.

Except for the occasional crazy monsters, they slammed into his enchantment without hesitation, bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang, blood spattered and fell to the ground.

——!

Pieces of red, flesh-colored lumps.

It bloomed arrogantly in front of my eyes, which turned out to be very tragic.

He has the aura of an ancient god on his body. In the past, these low-level monsters would not take the initiative to approach him when they saw him, but for some reason these days, everything they encountered, one by one, rushed forward one after another.

Could it be that the demon god is about to come into the world, and these beasts are getting more and more complacent and rampant?

Qing Ze frowned secretly, the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised.

Leaving aside their disputes, when he comes out of Penglai, sooner or later he will teach these bastards who are making trouble everywhere a lesson.

He traveled as usual during the day, and when the night fell and the stars were shining, he would find a place for Yin Luo to settle, fly out and look around.

When he left, Yin Luo held a sword and looked at the sky quietly.

The sword was given by Qingze, in the wilderness, the young man finally no longer has to worry about him accidentally hurting others.

Qingze floated high in the air, his blue shirt with dark patterns like thousands of trees blooming fluttered, wrapped in a majestic light, as if he had become a faintly twinkling star covered by clouds and fog, whose whereabouts were difficult to discern.

He flew so high that he clearly saw the sad situation that Yin Luo didn't fully understand.

In the huge world, as far as the eye can see, it is scorched earth.

Because of the plague of evil, but also because of cannibalism.

The dead and wounded are scattered, and the lives of the people are devastated.

The dead have already exceeded the number that the reincarnation mechanism of the human and ghost races can bear, destroyed the reincarnation, have nowhere to go, and become 'souls'.

They were homeless when they were alive, and they were also homeless when they died.

Walking through the high night sky, they attacked each other and howled terribly.

woo-

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Noisy, painful, struggling, dying.

Desire to be respected but no one cares.

Maybe before the battle of the deer chase, the world was like this purgatory.

Or worse.

Conquests are everywhere, and the flames of war.

Once life is disqualified, it becomes foul-smelling blood that has faded in the years.

All the way to Yinglong's feet.

Qingze drank a few sips of the strongest wine in the world by the pool, and gained the courage that others dare not, and hugged Ying Long, who was determined to die, and said many things that he didn't remember, because he was still ignorant, so he didn't know Why did Ying Long look so sad.

Let him feel that he must be comforted.

It was only later that he realized that Ying Long must regard the battle of the deer chase as the last mission that must be completed in this life and that will never return.

As the end of a barren and long life.

He had already assumed the posture of offering sacrifices and placed himself on the altar.

Devoutly longing for a heroic death.

or love.

Either be saved or be destroyed.

He failed to pray for love, so he could only rush to death.

He can indeed die in the battle for the deer.

Having fulfilled his mission, the world no longer needs this alien who has always been incompatible with him and who doesn't know how to deal with himself.

Except for loneliness, this life is complete.

But he was so moody and uncertain, he had clearly made a decision, and then changed his mind before he died.

This all-powerful ancient divine beast was almost completely deprived of the tyrannical magic power it relied on for survival, dragging its scarred body, and returned from the long-distance road to death.

Returning to Penglai again, as if nothing had happened, I don’t know what vague expectations I had, and I left in frustration.

He has been stupid all his life, and finally lost even the basis of survival, and forced himself to be reduced to a fish on someone else's chopping board.

Qing Ze brushed away the 'soul' that threw himself on his face, and his thoughts flew.

Sometimes he felt that many of Yinglong's thoughts were ridiculously naive, and sometimes he felt that Yinglong's thoughts were too deep for him to understand.

In just a thousand years, the demon clan has made a comeback, and the hero who sealed the demon is gone forever.

Throughout his life, he did not get love, did not get redemption, and even the dawn that had been squeezed out of the last drop of blood and tears and the dawn of the mortal world was trampled under the iron hoof again.

When he wakes up——

……

When he wakes up, I must laugh at him.

You stupid guy.

——You, you stupid bastard.

After hearing this, Ying Long will definitely hate him even more, and maybe there will be another fight.

But so what?

He sleeps with Yinglong in his fantasy world, but in reality the distance is so far away. This is almost the only way he can think of to express his love when he really faces Yinglong.

Sleeping in the open, wind and rain, wind and rain.

Qing Ze stopped.

They had already arrived at the junction of the national borders, seeing the calm surroundings, Qing Ze found an abandoned inn, and decided to rest for a while.

He put Yin Luo in the post station, held the sword and turned around, but he didn't feel the breath of the demons, so he put away the sword and turned around.

Weeds grew wildly, protruding from the crevices of the stones, surrounded by broken wooden beams.The well has dried up, and half the walls are covered with moss.

The door leaf was planted obliquely in the open space, and the middle had been broken.

babble, babble.

Yin Luo sat on a bench with long scratches, spread out the map and looked at it carefully, and drew a mark with rough charcoal.

He memorized the terrain for the formation of troops, and he also used military aircraft maps. Important checkpoints were neatly marked with red dots.

Now, besides the red dots, there are several intermittent scorched black marks on it, forming a short line.

It is the road I walked every day after coming out of Taihan.

In the corner of the map away from the mainland there is a clean, small dot without any markings.

He had never been to this place before, and he couldn't find it after searching for a long time on the map when he set out.The young man really couldn't see it, so he pointed to this small dot and said: This is Penglai.

Penglai is so far away.

Yin Luo rubbed the small dot with his fingertips, thought for a while, folded the map, and put it back in his arms.

Seeing that he had put away the map, Qingze found that his lips were a little cracked, took a bamboo tube, handed it to him, and said, "What's so interesting about this map, you can memorize it long ago, right?"

Yin Luo took the bamboo tube, lowered his eyelids, shook his head, took a few sips slowly with a smile, and handed the bamboo tube back to him.

Qingze reached out to take the bamboo tube.

Did not receive.

The bamboo tube slipped from Yin Luo's fingertips and fell onto the sandy ground with a bang, and the clear water splashed all over the ground.

Yin Luo's pupils constricted slightly, she retracted her smile, bit her lower lip, and tried her best to support her body.

"Song..."

He seemed to try his best to call Qing Ze's name.

But in the next second, he completely lost consciousness and fell down.

— bang bang.

This kind of scene seemed familiar and strange, Qingze was so horrified that he couldn't move.

Yin Luo curled up on the ground with her eyes closed.

The simple black robe sleeves are covered with desolate loess, like withered petals that have been frozen for a long time.

withered in the dust.

After a few seconds, Qingze looked at his trembling hand, and finally stretched it out slowly, helped Yin Luo up, and hugged her in his arms.

No breathing, no heartbeat, no pulse, no temperature.

Nothing at all.

Talking about the living dead, just relying on the faint breath of anger, it is obvious that he is already dead.

It's been dead since a long time ago.

What is alive is only the demonic energy in his body that is becoming more and more restless, devouring him, destroying him completely, and making him irreversible.

Without the suppression of the enchantment of the fairy clan, Yin Luo is not as weak as in Taihanli, but the speed of demonization has suddenly accelerated.

It should be that his body has long been exhausted, and finally he can no longer resist half a bit.

Qing Ze held Yin Luo in his arms and poured spiritual energy for a long time.

He also wanted to take Yin Luo to Penglai.

Yin Luo will follow him to Penglai.

He wanted Yin Luo to see what the real Xanadu was.

Whether it's a day, an hour, or a second, he wants Yin Luo to feel what it means to be alive.

They were fellow travelers, friends perhaps barely.

Except for love, except for fragments, whatever Yin Luo wants, he is trying to satisfy.

The sun scorched Qingze's clothes, and the young ancient beast held the cold body in its arms motionless.

wake up.

He prayed so devoutly that Yin Luo really woke up.

First the fingertips trembled, then a few strands of hair, and finally the eyelashes.

Qing Ze raised his head from Yin Luo's chest, facing a pair of dark eyes.

At first, it was a little misty, and after a few blinks, he looked at him motionlessly.

Yin Luo stretched out his hand to touch his face with difficulty, his voice was a little hoarse: "Song Qingze...why are you showing this expression again?"

Qingze wanted to ask him what kind of expression he was showing, but Yin Luo said again: "Song Qingze, I'm still alive, you, don't show such an expression again."

He spoke so laboriously and earnestly, it was extremely sad to look at his eyes.

It's like looking at yourself after being seriously injured by a masked man and waking up.

Qing Ze put on a smiling face.

Still hugging Yin Luo, he joked, "You fainted just now, I thought you were going to break your promise."

Yin Luo shook his head, frowned and thought for a while, hooked his neck, tried to prop up his upper body, and touched his chin with his dry lips.

Qing Ze supported Yin Luo's body, and looked at him for a while.

Yin Luo seemed a little embarrassed.

Ever since Qing Ze gave Yin Luo, who couldn't contain himself, the last time, they hardly had any intimate contact.

Yin Luo didn't know how to comfort others, and subconsciously felt that the actions just now could make Qing Ze happy, or maybe he had been in love with him for a long time, and finally found a reason, so his lips touched before he consciously.

But Qing Ze's reaction was so indifferent, which made him feel that his mind was really weird.

Qing Ze knew that he wanted to kiss him, but pretended not to know, and said with a smile: "It's good that you are fine, rest for a while, don't rush to talk."

After hearing Qingze's reply, Yin Luo felt a little lost, and didn't know what he was missing, so he nodded.

It was the first time Yin Luo fainted since leaving Taihan, but it wasn't the last time.

Yin Luo fainted more and more frequently and for longer periods of time.Gradually, more time was spent unconscious than awake.

If this continues, when will we be able to reach Penglai.

Qing Ze was in a dilemma for two days, so he simply hugged him across his arms and hurried on his way.

Although it can't fly fast, it is indeed much faster than before to fly slowly like this.

But when Yin Luo woke up, this set would not work.

Maybe Yin Luo has never been hugged so strongly in his life of more than ten years on the battlefield, and his face is very ugly after realizing what happened.

He has always been good at judging the situation and weighing the pros and cons, but he didn't want to clamor to go down. Knowing that the situation forced him, he tried to keep his expression as usual, but his body was still as stiff as a stone.

It is natural to be happy to be in close contact with the person you like, but no matter how stable Yin Luo's mentality is, now he has to admit that he is like a useless person who can only hold back.

If it's someone else, it's fine, he is often seriously injured and destitute, there is nothing to be afraid of.

But why can't he be a little more handsome in front of Qing Ze.

Maybe because he finally sensed the awakening of the person in his arms, Qing Ze, who was looking straight ahead, lowered his head.

At first glance, this man is depressed.

His face was expressionless and his eyes were dark.

A pair of beautiful little fans drooped down.

Qing Ze didn't dare to hurt his self-esteem which was so strong in certain places, seeing that he was really unable to adapt, he put him on the ground, and said with a smile: "I saw that you slept soundly, so I didn't wake you up .”

After he said that, he took two steps forward, feeling Yin Luo slowly following behind him before he felt relieved.

Just like this, rushing on the road fast and slow.

The moon falls and rises, the rain splashes and dries up, the wind rises and stops.

The scorched marks on the map that Yin Luo carried in his arms meandered and became longer and longer. Because the paper was folded too many times, the creases were worn and faded.