The enemy has a crush on me

Qingze blew out the candle lamp, and lay down on the half empty bed that Yin Luo had left for himself.

This person doesn't even take off his clothes when he sleeps now. He made sure that every layer is neatly arranged and tightly packed before lying on the bed with his back turned to himself and his side facing the stone wall. After a while, he shivered slightly and curled up get up.

Qing Ze lay flat for a while and closed his eyes.

Perhaps it was because he finally returned to Penglai, and the place in the dream finally changed from the side of the stream to the outside of this small cave.

In the ear, I could hear the sound of little demons chatting and frolicking in the distance.

Red, white, green, yellow, blue, small color blocks are spinning around the top of the mountain.

In the mountains and forests, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the peach blossoms flow in the water.

The spring water is ding dong ding dong, splashing.

Gentle wind flutters and shakes out one after another soft and thin green buds from the ground.

Qingze used his feet to push the scattered gravel on the ground a few times, and found that he was actually hiding behind a dry stone wall.

The cave where he lived had a small corner, and he could see the entrance of the cave when he walked out from behind the stone wall.

Qing Ze gently poked his probe out, his movements were careful as if he was afraid of disturbing an overly timid rabbit.

Ying Long was standing at the door of his cave.

In the tile-blue sky, there was a white golden sun shining brightly in memory, Yinglong stood silently at the entrance of the cave for a long time, motionless, as if he had been used to waiting for thousands of years.

Qingze felt uneasy, his feet were a little unsteady, he stepped on a loose stone and made some noises.

Ying Long looked this way for a while, then walked over slowly, the long hem of his clothes brushed against the ground, making a slight rustling sound of eardrums bulging.

Then standing on the other side of the stone wall, he saw something and stopped.

Qing Ze lowered his head, stunned for a moment.

He didn't understand what Ying Long was looking at then, but now he does.

——Ying Long saw his shadow.

From a long time ago, that shadow grew up with teeth and claws.

Ying Long saw the black shadow with fangs and claws splashed on the uneven ground, and knew that he could not wait until he appeared.

He fell from the platinum sun, he fell from the tile-blue sky, he fell from the mountains full of birdsong and flowers, and broke into pieces of burning yellow, burning red, and burning black.

Shattered into a thousand-year-old nightmare swallowed by darkness.

It was a day when he was still very young, and time was still very cheap.He always thought that there were still many opportunities, always thought that there would be a next meeting, how could he know that once Ying Long left, he would never come back again.

How on earth did Ying Long find his cave?In what mood did you leave?

Ying Long stood at the entrance of the cave and waited for so long... What did he want to tell him?

He wanted to change this ending, but his body was imprisoned by memories, unable to move.

Ying Long stood on the other side of the stone wall a short distance away from him, looked at the shadow for a while, lowered his eyelids, and turned around silently.

This person is so far away from everyone, when he is silent, it is impossible to know his thoughts.

He will let him speak out.

He can't let him go.

The body was finally under his control again, Qingze looked at the figure that was fading away, and ran out from behind the grotto without hesitation: "Ying Long!"

Ying Long stopped.

But did not turn around.

Qing Ze said again: "Ying Long!"

His voice was so loud, and his tone was so domineering, that the little monsters kneeling on the ground were scared that he would lose their lives just like that.

This little Qingze is good everywhere, but he is a little reckless.

How could that ancient god of murder who was famous for being vicious be called by your name like this?

Although he was staring at everyone, he resolutely walked forward, grabbed Ying Long's wrist suddenly, turned Ying Long around, and hugged him.

He hugged so tightly, as if he was going to crush him in his arms.

There was a series of sounds of jaws dropping to the ground in shock.

——Why did Xiaoxiaoxiaoqingze suddenly go crazy? !

The more timid ghosts have already closed their eyes, not daring to watch the blood moon scene that will appear in a while.

Ying Long's body also became stiff all of a sudden.

He said: "You..."

Qing Ze said: "Ying Long, don't go, I won't let you go."

Ying Long opened his eyes wide, as if extremely surprised.

Qing Ze said: "You have fulfilled your mission, you have longed for the light you have longed for all your life, Ying Long. I won't let you go, if you dare to go... If you dare to go, I will break your legs .”

He hadn't recovered to his original body at this time, he was still the mountain demon with low mana, and he was particularly lacklustre when speaking.

Ying Long moved his body away, and looked at Qing Ze seriously with his dark eyes.

Qing Ze looked at him without blinking.

Ying Long looked at him for a while, as if he couldn't believe it, and confirmed it again, and finally said happily, with a low and soft voice: "Qingze, Qingze, I'm not going anywhere."

Ying Long said, "I—"

Ying Long said, "I...?"

When he said this, he frowned, showing a somewhat bewildered expression, as if he had forgotten what he wanted to tell Qing Ze.

They have long been separated by life and death.

He didn't want to forget so much, but he still forgot.

Where did Qingze see his expression, he immediately hugged him horizontally, disregarding the frightened expression of this ancient beast famous in the Three Realms, he turned his head and shouted at the ghosts watching from a distance: "What are you looking at, you are not afraid of the eye of a needle! "

Seeing that the group of boring guys who were not much more courageous than himself after amnesia all looked away one after another, Qing Ze snorted arrogantly.

He carried him directly back to the cave, looked at the red ear tips of the man, and threw him onto the stone bed.

Then start making.

Enchanting vines are climbing on the rock wall, spreading their flower branches and blooming all the way up.

After waking up, I found that I didn't know when Yin Luo was hugged in my arms again.

Yin Luo was still curled up slightly, with his head buried in Qing Ze's chest, his body was icy cold.

Qing Ze opened the distance, moved his arm, and sat up.

There is no door in the cave, and the bright sunlight splashed on the stone platform, like sparkling water patterns.

Qingze walked out of the grotto, took a dustpan and a shovel.

When Yin Luo woke up, he saw him digging the soil.

In front of him is a neat row of small brownish-yellow earth pits, and in each pit are buried small green shoots.

Yin Luo tilted his head and looked at it for a while, then left.

Qing Ze still rolled up his sleeves and paved the hole patiently.

—He is sowing.

He brought back many wildflower seeds from the mortal world that Penglai did not have. Yin Luo watched these seeds germinate and grow slowly every day, and he always had a little more hope of living.

After a while, Yin Luo came back with a bucket.

Qingze had almost finished sowing the seeds, and when he saw the clear water in the bucket, he and Yin Luo took a spoon to water the buried seedlings.

Yin Luo was struggling to carry a bucket of water, and when he straightened up, he almost fell to the ground, but Qing Ze immediately stood up and supported him steadily.

After holding on for a while, seeing that Yin Luo was standing still, he let go of his hand as if nothing had happened, and continued to do his own thing.

Yin Luo has a stubborn personality, and even though he is so down and down, he doesn't want to show weakness in front of him. He only hopes that he knows that he has no choice but to carry him on his way, and it's not intentional to save his face.

Now that he has arrived in Penglai, as long as Yin Luo is willing to do something, it is better to let him do it himself.

Even if you just do a very small thing well, the confidence you can gain from it is something that no one else can give you with all the good words.

After the seeds were sown, he washed his hands with water and took Yin Luo up the back mountain.

The mountain flowers are romantic, they lie among the flowers, Qingze stretches out his hand, watching the sun pass through his fingers.

Talking to Yin Luo like whispers.

While talking, Yin Luo completely fell silent.

Qing Ze turned his head and found that he had quietly closed his eyes.

He carried Yin Luo back to the foot of the mountain, walked around the island, found a corner with an excellent view, laid Yin Luo on a bench, looked at it for a while, took two glasses and chilled it with his magic power The spring water returns.

Such a day, but also happy.

But from time to time, when Yin Luo was in a bad mood, he would lose his temper dully by himself, cut the wrinkled fabric into strips with his sword, throw them on the ground, and sat with his knees facing the wall, watching The flickering, candle-flame shadows on the stone wall.

If Qing Ze saw that he was in a bad mood, he would stand outside the cave and pretend he hadn't come back.

Fortunately, Yin Luo loses his temper for a short time, and after a while, he will slowly pick up the rags thrown on the ground and throw them away, walk to the bronze mirror to have a look, and then return to sit on the stone bench and wait for Qing Ze.

Sometimes Yin Luo looked really uncomfortable, and Qingze could only help him again.

Afterwards, Qing Ze changed to sleeping on a mat on the floor, and Yin Luo propped himself up on the bed to watch him.

He extinguished the candle lamp with a wave of his hand, and said good night to Yin Luo with a smile.

There was a faint sound of cicadas singing outside the cave, Qingze hummed a nursery rhyme for a while, and gradually fell asleep.

Day by day, after Yin Luo smashed the bookshelves that the two of them worked so hard to build, Qing Ze sighed and finally climbed into bed again.

When touched, the two poor little spots were as hard as stones.

The red candle is burned out, and the mandarin duck is wrapped.