The enemy has a crush on me

When the ointment sent by King Sheyi was about to run out, finally a short-sighted general came into Penglai.

Yin Luo seldom went outside the cave these two days, sitting on the bed wearing a white single shirt, with black hair loose behind him, a quilt under his waist, and a pile of soft pillows bought by Qingze behind him.Most of his clothes are in dark colors, but it is rare that he only wears a white shirt, which makes his eyes darker and brighter, and his smile looks like two deep pools of water.

Qing Ze was sitting by the bed when Tian Jiang came in with his sword, his hands hadn't had time to touch the quilt.

Yin Luo held down his hand, and looked at the entrance of the cave with a somewhat changed expression.

Qing Ze was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, and saw a sword point stabbing towards him violently.

He turned his body sideways, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the arm of the comer, turned it back, and lifted it violently, throwing the man to the foot of the bed against the wall.

First, with a clang, the long sword fell to the ground.

Then there was a bang, and the sky would fall to the ground.

Yin Luo also immediately turned to take off the sword hanging on the stone wall inside the bed, and frowned at the person coming.

Tian Jiang supported the edge of the bed and spat out blood.

Qingze still adhered to the principle of putting Yin Luo down immediately, and immediately poked Yin Luo's acupuncture points as soon as his hands were free.

Yin Luo stiffened as soon as he touched the clothes, the long sword slipped from his hand, closed his eyes and fell back into the pile of pillows.

Although I feel that I have not used my strength yet, the situation is urgent after all, and it is possible to make a mistake in judgment for a while.

Qingze glanced at Yin Luo, who had fallen asleep, pushed aside the long sword that fell to the ground with his feet, took two steps, squatted in front of the general, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Why are you Tianzun still evil-hearted? Immortal, sent another little shrimp here? If he continues to act like this, the things I agreed to before will be invalidated.”

The Heavenly General said: "Our Heavenly Venerable? Wuliang Taihua? That guy with low qualifications is also worthy of the title of Tianzun? No one will buy his account after leaving the East Heavenly Court."

Qing Ze said: "Then where did you get such a short-sighted thing?"

The Heavenly General said: "This god will belong to the West Heavenly Court. I heard that the demon god has come to the world. Wuliang Taihua sent Zhiming to arrest him, but he was stopped by the powerful ancient gods and came back with a feather. "

Qing Ze didn't expect the rumors to spread so exaggeratedly in just a few days, he couldn't help sighing that people's words are terrible.

Look at this person shouting slogans loudly, it is a pity that he really lacks self-knowledge.

Qing Ze was delighted: "Just relying on your three-legged cat kung fu?"

The Heavenly General said: "Just now, this God General didn't notice for a moment. If you are really a hero, let this God General fight you to the death!"

This little piece of rubbish, if he can survive ten moves under his hands, it is his fate.

Qing Ze looked at the entrance of the cave, and laughed out loud: "You came alone?"

Tian Jiang's face turned blue and red, and he said: "Those grandsons are all cowardly and carefree people! This God General can do it for me alone!"

How unpopular this person is, he couldn't even call a helper.

Qing Ze said: "..."

Qing Ze said: "I originally wanted to take your life, but killing you is no different from bullying the mentally retarded. In this way, let's discuss it. If I spare your life, you can go as far as you can."

The god general seemed to be extremely annoyed by the humiliation, clenched his right fist as if he wanted to fight Qingze with bare hands, looked at his own hand, then at Qingze, finally let go of his fist, and said bitterly: "Okay .”

Qing Ze kicked his sword out of the cave, turned his back to him and said, "Get it yourself."

Tianjiang slowly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, walked out of the cave with a bow, and picked up the sword.

As soon as the sword was back in his hand, he changed from the sluggishness just now, as if he was very proud, pointed the tip of the sword at the cave and said: "Damn evil, I will come again!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

But he saw that Qing Ze, who had turned around just now, was standing in front of him with a dark face at some point, grabbing his collar with one hand and lifting himself up.

The general said: "You, what are you doing?"

Qing Ze said: "Throw out the trash."

After throwing away the trash, Qingze clapped his hands, hummed a song and walked back to the cave, looked at Yin Luo in the pile of pillows, the smile on his lips disappeared, and he sat on the bedside and sighed.

worry.

When Yin Luo woke up, the night was getting dark, and Qing Ze was sitting at the entrance of the cave putting together pieces.

He propped up his body and watched for a while, then he saw that Qingze turned his head as if he had noticed something.

Qing Ze said: "You suddenly fainted again just now, I made some soup for you, here, it is placed by the bed, you can drink some."

Yin Luo said, "Thank you."

Qing Ze said: "Which one of us is with whom."

Yin Luo picked up the soup bowl and drank slowly, and saw that Qing Ze had turned his head away, looking at those pieces of black air entwined with a complicated and obsessed expression that he had never shown to himself before.

Yin Luo fainted more than when he woke up, and often when he woke up, he would see Qing Ze staring at the dark pieces in a daze.

Or looking into the distance, leaving him with a cold back, and turning around with a smile after realizing that he was awake.

After hearing what the visitor said today, he finally understood why the young man's attitude towards him had suddenly changed dramatically.

Yin Luo put down the empty bowl, eyes darkened, and a revolving lantern scene flashed in his mind.

He told the young man that his biological father was the former Lord Xuanyong, and his mother was the first emperor's concubine, and that he became so inhuman and ghostly because he was harmed by evil spirits.

He had guessed countless identities of young people, but he never imagined that this young man who was laughing and cursing, with a vicious mouth and a soft heart was actually a legendary ancient god.

The young man is a god from ancient times, so he does not pay attention to the transformation of mundane affairs, and regards the hardships he has suffered to protect Xuanyong as the cannibalism of the human race, which is extremely ridiculous.

It's just that he has already discovered that he was disturbed by the devil's energy, and felt that it was because of this fragment that he fell into the tragic state of the emperor's fall into the devil, so he kept hiding it from him.

Treat him as the future emperor who atones for the sins of the previous emperor, and as a poor person who is innocently implicated by fragments of resentment.

The young man must be a good god to take pity on a notorious tyrant who was tied up for use.

—but he lied.

He had no intention of begging for mercy from the young man, and he knew nothing about the demon race, but he accidentally told a lie to win the love of the young man.

It is true that he was seriously injured by the evil spirit holding the shards, and his martial arts were gradually abolished, but he was already a monster before that.

To end up like this is not worthy of pity at all.

From the first day he knew his life experience, he knew better than anyone else that he was a monster.

He must be burdened with deep guilt, so he has to make atonement non-stop, longing for the arrival of the only redemption.

He has no past life, nor will he have a future life. This is the twenty-odd years he stole. When he dies, there will be nothing left.

28 years ago.

The world is divided, and swords and swords continue.

Xuanyong's land collapsed, and he secretly recharged his energy and stored up his energy. His vitality has not yet recovered, and he is doing small things everywhere, and the phoenix is ​​coming fiercely.The first emperor personally marched to the border, and the First World War lasted for four months.

The emperor and concubine prayed at the Dragon Temple day and night, hoping that the war god Huanglong would protect the emperor and help Xuanyong save himself from danger.

Four months later, the first emperor returned in triumph.

I learned the news that the imperial concubine was pregnant.

The third month of pregnancy was after the first emperor left.

The imperial concubine had never betrayed the late emperor, so she fainted with a pale face from fright, and when she woke up, she knelt down and begged the late emperor to grant her death.

Later, the eldest prince Yin Luo was born.

The imperial concubine fainted from exhaustion, the wind and rain did not stop, and it was difficult to see a ray of sunlight in the sky.

The first emperor hugged him and said that he was the child bestowed by the Dragon God to Xuanyong.

It is a god-given weapon bestowed by the dragon god on Xuanyong to regain his homeland.

But he knew what the others said.

They said that the eldest prince is a monster.

He was a monster that came from nowhere, and the late emperor was willing to believe that he would not die, and he put him in the trial with great expectations and worries, watching him crawl back time after time, with clean The white towel wiped the blood off his body.

But he knew he was mortal.

He is dying day by day.

Every day is as painful as dying.

Every time I open my eyes, it takes all my strength.

He is too weak.

In a certain tragic battle, the old general who mistakenly peeped at the way of heaven knew that he was the last of the human race's three generations of reincarnation, and that he had no chance to re-enter the reincarnation after death, so when he closed his eyes, he patted the remnant soul on the shoulder of the dying prince, and dragged him to death. Looking at the empty shell, he swallowed.

He fell into a coma for dozens of days, and when he woke up, he found that the soul fire of the human race was ignited on his shoulder for the first time.

The soul fire that does not belong to him and will be completely extinguished when he dies.

He crawled back from the depths of hell and finally became a human being.

He has cultivated into a human being, but he hasn't learned how to be a human being. Although he is carrying the soul fire of the human race, he finally has flesh and blood, and he still hasn't learned how to express emotions normally.

He was used to watching everything around him from a distance, and this was the only way he learned to protect himself from harm by relying on the instinct of survival similar to that of a beast.

It hurts when you touch it.

He is afraid of pain.

Only then was the concubine bestowed by the late emperor pointing at the tip of her nose and cursing with fear.

"Yin Luo, you monster! You monster! You're going to drive me crazy! You're going to drive me crazy! You're going to drive me to death! Let me go! I want to get out of here! You monster!"

When we first met, she was Shangshu's prostitute, and she would look at him blushing.

Afterwards he was very nice to her.

On the wedding night, looking at her blushing cheeks, she silently hoped that she would not be frightened by herself.

When she woke up the next day, the prince's concubine's complexion was not very good.

It was the same in the next few nights, but the expression on her pretty face unconsciously became more and more angry.

Knowing that he had a terrible reputation and a frightening look, he asked Neishi to take extra quilts, turned around and went to sleep.

He was not good at words, so he could only satisfy her wishes as much as possible, transporting her favorite northern fruits in a rare luxury, rewarding gorgeous jade and beads, calling her maid in old clothes to accompany her in the house, and then stood aside and watched from afar.

Or sit, drink slowly, and play with the empty glass.

She should like it, thinking so.

However, the princess's face never cleared up, and finally one day she got involved with the servants in the backyard and became pregnant.

He put down the spear/spear that had been cleaned for a long time, and turned to look at her kneeling in the hall.

She giggled, and tore off her gorgeous clothes, revealing her body.

Like revenge.

He said: "In broad daylight, what is the dignity of the imperial concubine doing this?"

The princess looked at him bitterly, pulled up her clothes, stopped laughing, and spat bloody saliva on the ground.

She said, "Bah."

The imperial concubine gave birth to a pair of twins. He walked into her delivery room, held the little baby in his arms, and watched their round eyes open and their chubby hands waving.

It's normal, warm, little life.

Now that they came into this world, he will take good care of them.

"Congratulations Your Highness, Congratulations Your Highness, mother and child are safe!"

He looked at the two midwives who were dripping with cold sweat, and said, "Thank you."

After the two midwives kowtowed for their gratitude, he awkwardly kissed the sweaty forehead of the prince and concubine, imitating the action he had seen his father kiss his mother's forehead, then stood up and put the children into the bed one by one. In the cradle, wipe the drool stains on the skirt.

She looks so bad, she needs to rest.

A howl of near collapse sounded behind him.

"Yin Luo! You monster! You monster! Go to hell! Go to death! Go to death! You monster! You disgusting monster! You disgusting monster! I'm going crazy! I'm going crazy! Crazy! What do you know besides killing! What do you know?! You are a monster! You are a monster! Monster! Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting!"

Her voice was sharp and crazy, and it struck into the ears of the servants who were busy shuttling inside and outside the delivery room like thunder.

He stopped and didn't speak.

The servants looked at him walking out, trembling to the point of falling apart, looking at him with more fear than respect.

He knows better than anyone else that he is a monster, he has lived in human skin for 20 years, and he is not human at all.

On the day when the prince and princess were one year old, the concubine handed over the two children to the servant who was always by her side, who was the biological father, and asked him to take them away, before committing suicide in the bedroom.

Yin Luo sat beside the bed, looking at the luxurious palace, the empty cradle, the blood dripping from the bed, and the dead young woman.

There are bells and snare drums hanging on the cradle. The workmanship is a bit rough, but the patterns on it are all drawn by him according to the book.

The woman's dress was as beautiful as ever, with bright makeup on her face and a smile on her lips.

He understood that she didn't fall in love with the servant, but she wanted to irritate herself.

She wants to die.

She had never seen such a strange and terrible person, so she thought of death.

Why on earth did he come to this world?

Why on earth is he alive?

He can't even communicate with others normally, and even with all his strength, he can't do things that are extremely simple for ordinary people.

Later, people said that the sudden and tragic death of his next son and daughter was finally retribution.

This statement was once very popular in the public, until it was covered up by the scandal that he forced the palace to kill his father.

He rebelled against the first emperor's order to kill him, and remembered that there are still people in this world crying for him to live, no matter how hard he is, he wants to live.

The first emperor looked at the hidden guards scattered on the ground and him who was kneeling on the ground covered with scars, and smashed the jade seal from the dragon chair to the bottom of the steps, breaking a corner.

"Nizi...Nizi..."

He lowered his head and remained silent.

"I think you can be the emperor! Don't Xuanyong's millions of soldiers obey your orders? I can't control you anymore!"

He suddenly raised his head, his pupils constricted: "Why did the father say that? The son just wants to solve the father's worries and problems. The father can cut the son's military power, and the father can send the son to the frontier..."

When he said this, he gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and his voice gradually lowered: "It's just that the emperor please save my life. I don't want to die, I want to live."

"My son promised a person to live on."

The first emperor was still angry: "Live?! How can you live like this?!"

This scheming emperor, who had spent his whole life worrying about Xuan Yong, was finally completely enraged by the rebellious son Ni Zi, and let go of him.

If you say you don't care, you really don't care, you move from the main hall to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, get angry behind closed doors, play chess, drink medicine, and you don't want to see anyone.

Every time I went to pay my respects, I could only see a closed door.

Until one night when it was pouring rain, Neishi hurried over and told him, Your Majesty, the Emperor is too late.

He rode his horse galloping all the way in the rain, took off his cloak, pushed in the door, shivering from the cold, and the water dripping from his body meandered into thin streams in the hall.

The first emperor was lying on the big bright yellow bed, his eyes were a little distracted.

Wrapped in the moisture of the rainy night, he knelt on the head of the bed.

The first emperor was not over half a hundred years old, and he should have been in the prime of life, but half of his hair was already gray.Rao is so, and the heroic appearance in the early years can be vaguely seen.But it is such a man of majesty, for the sake of the declining national power, in order to paralyze the countries and recharge their energy, he bears the title of a cowardly and ineffective king all his life.

Emperor Gaozong was lazy. He used to be the largest country in the world. Today he cut five cities and tomorrow he cut ten cities.Drunk and lying on soft knees, sensual and sensual, just want a moment to sleep.

The first emperor was still a young man when he came to the throne, standing on the city wall and staring at the territory, he could only see devastation everywhere.

The world is divided for a long time, and it should be returned to its place.After several years of dormancy, he finally sharpened his sword.

Want that situation to change, want that glory to return.

Later, Emperor Xian always hugged him and said, "This child is like me."

But he is not like that.

The first emperor was the one who killed his father and seized power, the first emperor was the one who was ambitious, the first emperor was the one who stood ready, and the first emperor was the one who killed and made decisions.

The first emperor was the one who looked at the princes and daughters under his knees, weeping blood every night and failing heart every day.

The first emperor had a house of peerless magic soldiers, a sturdy body of martial arts, and a lifetime of great talents.

He used to be a bright young man who was as bright as the sun, with the arrogance of the world/crown prince in his heart.

He should have become a Emperor Wu with outstanding military exploits, and he should have become a benevolent emperor who will last forever.

But he watched his family and country decline, but he could only leave the pen and ink of his failure, cowardice and humiliation in history.

He fought fiercely with Chaofeng for several months, and finally won. He never went to the battlefield in person, and still lived in seclusion to gain momentum. In the following year, he married the princess of the empire to Chaofeng.

It is said that it was the eldest princess who knelt in front of the palace and volunteered.

After Xuanyong won the throne, the new emperor came to visit Chaofeng, and all the officials knelt down to pay their respects.

The eldest princess was still so beautiful, she shed tears while touching his face.

No one has any way of knowing how the princess of the enemy country was treated at the hands of the neglected crown prince who was doomed to fail to ascend the throne.

During the year when the first emperor abdicated, he never spoke a single word to him, and he thought that what he would face would be scolding like a storm.

But the first emperor didn't seem to notice his coming, but his eyes were loose, and he said hoarsely to the air: "Luoer..."

He froze in place.

The first emperor never called him that.

He said, "Father."

The first emperor did not reply him.

The late emperor looked at the bright yellow dragon tent and murmured to himself: "Luoer, Luoer, Luoer, my Luoer..."

He held the old and thick hand of the late emperor with bulging veins, and frowned: "Father, who is Luoer?"

Only then did the late emperor shift his gaze to him, smiled lowly for a while, and said, "Luoer? Luoer is the child I raised in my arms, the proudest child I have...he was born in this royal family...he Living in this world...it's too hard. He...I can't stand it anymore...He doesn't say anything...I don't know what he wants...I can't do anything else for him...I just want to give His relief..."

"But, he, he actually made a request to me for the first time..."

"The child I love the most, made a request to his father for the first time... How can a father not be satisfied...?"

"He said he couldn't die, he had to wait for someone..."

"He has to wait for someone..."

"It turns out, it turns out that he appeared here to wait for someone..."

"He actually forgot such an important thing. He stumbled and stumbled for so long before he remembered it..."

"But he finally remembered..."

"I am happy."

He bit his lower lip tightly and remained silent.

After the first emperor finished speaking, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and Yin Luo was anxious to catch it with his rain-stained sleeve.

A few small blood flowers bloomed on the black dragon robe.

He saw a neatly stacked and clean white handkerchief beside him, and reached out to grab it.

The late emperor pressed his hand, stopped his movements, shook his head, and struggled to pick up the white handkerchief, but it was not for wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Instead, slowly, slowly wiped off the rain on his face and the tears mixed in the rain, and touched his cheek.

After a while, the first emperor spoke, but his tone was not talking to himself.

"Yin Luo."

"I can't accompany you anymore as a father."

"you--"

The late emperor closed his eyes.

"You are fine."

The handkerchief fell from in front of her face, and her veiny hand fell onto the bed.

He touched the late emperor's chest first, and then probed his breath.

He said:"……"

He said again, "...Father..."

Finally, he said: "... Father Emperor?"

It rained heavily that day, and the Supreme Emperor died suddenly.

It is said that he died at the hands of a disobedient and unfilial son.

That rebellious son stayed in the Taishanghuang's bedroom all night, not knowing what cruel things he did to the Taishanghuang's body.

"Father...Father..."

"Father, don't leave me...don't leave me...please...don't leave me..."

"Don't leave me..."

"Don't leave me..."

He was left alone in the world.

Finally, he cheated the youth's sympathy.

He doesn't want the pity of youth.

If what he got in the end was pity, it would prove his patheticness the most.

Yin Luo propped up his body, got out of the bed barefoot, stood in front of Qingze, moved the young man's hand holding the fragments, sat on the young man under the moonlight, put his arms around the young man's neck, kissed him, and said:

"Song Qingze, I've been waiting for you, and I finally got you. Take a look at me."

"Song Qingze, don't look anywhere else, I've already... at least the last, take a look at me."

Qing Ze put away the fragments, looked away, raised the corners of his mouth, and joked: "If you don't see it, you don't see it."

Yin Luo turned his face and looked at him for a while.

Qing Ze was still smiling, with a gentle and cold expression.

For the first time, he saw clearly what was in the depths of the young man's eyes, and he was so embarrassed that he was about to die.

Seeing him stop his movements and freeze in place, Qingze closed his smile, sighed, hugged his back, and comforted him one by one.

"Why are you losing your temper again?"

"I'm just kidding. I'm not refusing to look at you. During this time, where else have you not seen, touched, or kissed?"

The young man said with a vague tone of voice, carried him back to the bed, sprayed his breath on his cheeks, and lowered his voice: "Where do you want me to see you? Do you want me to touch you?" where?"

He couldn't answer, covering his face with his hands.

The young man chuckled triumphantly in his ear.

The moon is white and round for nine days, people are lingering and do not envy immortals.

It's too good to be true.

It is indeed false.

It's hard to find the true heart in the mirror.

He lost a big gamble on the rest of his life.

Mess up everything and make a mess of yourself.

He tried his best to learn to be a human being, but finally turned into a complete monster.

If the evil is not eliminated, the Three Realms will not be safe.

It's hard to fulfill your wish in this life, at least you can't do harm to the world.

The author has something to say: good times are always short, Yin Luo will be offline tomorrow, thank you everyone (????).