The enemy has a crush on me

Even though the night before was a tough one, he lost his temper the next day.

Yin Luo has always been afraid of people, but Qingze has seen him lose his temper a few times, and he knows that if this person gets angry, he will show a grievance without any momentum, and it is possible to cry directly because of anger. It should be because there are too few times when I really lose my temper, and I haven't learned what expression to show.

So he didn't get angry when he saw Yin Luo who was buried in the quilt, he patted the quilt, and said, "I'll go out and pick some fruit for you, please be good, don't play your temper, okay?"

He also didn't expect that his mouth would use such a nasty and disgusting tone without authorization before his brain, and he was startled after saying a word.

Something fleeting and fleeting flashed through his mind, and Qing Ze subconsciously wanted to capture it, but it disappeared.

……what?

He stood up, dazed for a moment.

Yin Luo didn't answer.

Qing Ze came back to his senses, shook the strange feeling to the back of his head, thought for a while, and walked out of the cave.

He clearly felt that Yin Luo was getting depressed more and more—for example, last night—and he also knew that this was a symbol of being more and more seriously affected by the demonic energy. He guessed that it would take a while for Yin Luo to calm down. Daze by the water.

Or Yin Luo's mood has been depressed for a long time, but he gradually lost the power to cover up under the interference of the demonic energy.

All the things he didn't dare to expose/exposed to others were bloody turned over, helplessly exposed to the air, and lost the strength to struggle a little bit.

Guessing that the time was almost up, Qing Ze stood up and walked back slowly.

The setting sun falls behind.

When he returned to the cave, Yin Luo had passed out on the stone bed, holding the dagger in his left hand that had accompanied him through life and death, and the blood that flowed out stained a small piece of the quilt.

Qing Ze stood at the entrance of the cave, the fruit basket fell to the ground, and the spiritual fruits were scattered everywhere.

Yin Luo cut his wrist.

He cut the wrist of his own right hand with the dagger that he knew so well, was returned to him not long ago by Qingze, and saved his life many times.

Here no one hurts him anymore, no one fears him anymore, no killing, no sorrow, no death.

Yin Luo got along very well with this place, and he also tried his best to be nice to Yin Luo.

Yin Luo is the person who cherishes his life the most, and Yin Luo is the person who wants to live the most. How could he cut his wrists and seek death after his dream came true?

Qing Ze walked quickly into the cave, crushed a spiritual fruit with his foot, helped Yin Luo up, stopped his bleeding, wrapped it up with a bandage, pinched his chin, and poured spiritual power into his body.

Except for being entangled by Yin Luo and accidentally messing around all night, yesterday was no different from the past.

Yin Luo couldn't have become angry after being coaxed and teased with a lot of nasty words after waking up.

Let's just say it's different from usual...

——That damned general!

He tapped Yin Luo's acupuncture point once before, which may have made Yin Luo wary, and before being tapped, he pretended to faint and heard the nonsense of the general.

One bite at a time that day, Yin Luo finally let Yin Luo know the fact that he had been hiding it all the way.

——He knew that he was the same monster as those ugly monsters that were haunting all the way.

Yin Luo hated demons deeply, which can be seen from the things he did to those monsters when he lost control of his emotions several times in the Zilu Desert.

Now that I know that I have become the thing I hate the most, I should feel really desperate.

While thinking wildly, Qingze forced Yin Luo to renew his life. After a long time, he put Yin Luoping back on the bed and changed the quilt.

The dagger that was returned to Yin Luo was taken away, the saber hanging on the wall was also put away, the sharp objects around the stone bed, porcelain cups, and dishes were all thrown away, and the inner stone wall was also ground smooth and smooth, with no sharp edges and corners. The edge of the clear stone bed was cut into a circular arc.

He paced around the cave a few times restlessly, and tied thin golden chains on Yin Luo's limbs.

The chain was neither short nor long, allowing Yin Luo to move around a little, but unable to touch the things under the bed.

An enchantment is placed at the entrance of the cave, and those with low mana can neither enter nor exit.

Yin Luo opened his eyes, looking a little dazed, turned his head with difficulty, and saw Qing Ze lying beside the bed.

The young man is resting, his slightly curled hair is shaking slightly with his breathing.

Yin Luo subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to touch his fingertips under his face, but a series of slight tinkles sounded in her ears following the movement.

He lowered his head—he wore a ring on each hand, and the other end was hung on the wall by a thin chain, preventing him from moving.

Lifting the quilt, both feet are covered with the same ring.

He is locked up.

He was disturbed by the demon energy, and sooner or later his mind would be depressed, so he should have been locked up.

Perhaps hearing the slight shaking of the chain, the young man lying on the side blinked and woke up.

He looked at Yin Luo who had woken up, pointed to the chains, and said with a bit of embarrassment, "I'm afraid you'll commit suicide again..."

He stopped here. —— Yin Luo lowered his eyelids, as if he was about to speak.

Qing Ze said: "What's wrong?"

Yin Luo said: "..."

Qing Ze said: "Yin Luo, you have been preoccupied since last night, what happened?"

Yin Luo said: "..."

Qing Ze sat beside the bed, hugged him, and said: "Good Yin Luo, tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Yin Luo said: "Song Qingze, I didn't become like this because I was a living dead, but because I was infected with the devil's energy...I've gone mad, haven't I?"

Now that the matter has come to this point, it is impossible to keep it hidden, so Qing Ze nodded.

Yin Luo said, "I'm... hopeless?"

Qing Ze hesitated for a moment, then nodded again.

The answer is obviously not surprising.

Yin Luo, however, seemed to suddenly not know where to place his eyes, and instead of looking at Qing Ze, he stared at the newly changed and clean quilt, and said with great effort and intermittently: "You knew it from the beginning, that's why... I ...I thought...I thought...I actually...I, I must look ridiculous, right?"

His fingertips trembled slightly, not knowing how much courage it took to say this sentence.

Qing Ze didn't answer his question, but asked him instead: "Why do you think so?"

Yin Luo froze for a moment, pursed his lips tightly, and refused to answer.

Qingze asked again: "Why do you still think?"

Yin Luo was as silent as a corpse.

Qing Ze moved his body away.

"I know even if you don't tell me." Qing Ze snorted, "Yin Luo, do you like me?"

Yin Luo said: "..."

Yin Luo said: "What?"

Qing Ze pulled his body over, poked his forehead, and sang in a substandard operatic tone: "Brother Liang, you don't want to think about your future——"

Yin Luo's face turned green and red again, very lively.

"Brother Liang, I've already noticed that you like me." Qing Ze put his arm back on Yin Luo's shoulder and sighed, "The guys from the Immortal Clan said you would be possessed...but they I don't know you at all. I believe you won't. You won't, right? I'll be here with you. As long as you don't become a demon, I will always protect you on the island. None of them can hurt you. Wait until you die Now, I will continue to collect fragments. You see... an impatient person like me is willing to stay, but you must live for decades."

Yin Luo said: "But, if I become possessed—"

Qing Ze said: "If you are possessed, I will not let you go out to hurt others, I will kill you first, so don't pretend to be smart and do unnecessary things like suicide."

Seeing that Yin Luo was silent again, Qing Ze smiled and turned over.On the bed, he hugged Yin Luo on his lap, and said with a frivolous smile: "Come on, let me vent your anger for you, I guarantee that you will have no messy thoughts in a while."

Yin Luo was in embarrassment, thinking of all kinds of behaviors when he couldn't help himself, he was so anxious that he immediately stretched out his hand to block it.

Where can I stop it.

What this person said was venting fire, but what he did was all bad things like setting fires everywhere.

Maybe it was bewitched by the demon energy, maybe it was finally punctured, no matter how tightly Yin Luo gritted his teeth, he finally couldn't help but hold Qing Ze's face in his hands when he was in a daze, and sobbed in a low voice Fragmentedly asked: "Song Qingze... um, um... I like you... Do you like me?"

A few thin chains were pulled and jingled, and the white bandage on his right wrist was particularly eye-catching.

Qing Ze kissed him tenderly.

He is such a seemingly mean but soft-hearted person, so he knows better than anyone else:

How cruel it would be to tell Yin Luo now that 'there has never been such a person as Song Qingze in the world'.

But this is the truth.

Yin Luo never really knew anything about him.

Yin Luo only knew one name.

Or, Yin Luo thought that he at least knew his name.

Song Qingze, Song Qingze.

Every day, Song Qingze, Song Qingze's.

Names and surnames, all beards and tails, seriousness to alienation, I don’t know when, it seems to have become Yin Luo’s highest frequency mantra, so that I am so familiar with it that I can barely hear it through others Yin Luo's different emotions were detected by the subtle changes in the tone of the three words.

And this name is fake.

There has never been Song Qingze in this world.

Song Qingze was just an existence fabricated on a whim by an out-of-character ancient divine beast who casually picked up the surname of a wandering warlock.

Because the time is too short, it is even difficult to impress the mythical beast he fabricated.

The person Yin Luo fell in love with wishful thinking and thought would save him never existed.

Qingze wanted to say: "Song Qingze is not worthy of your liking, he has many shortcomings, he is self-righteous, he can't ride a horse, he can't cook, he laughs like a fool, he likes to make fun of others, he speaks harshly, acts recklessly, thinks out It's outrageous, unreasonable, paranoid."

Qing Ze wanted to say: "He is very ruthless, he has seen all kinds of cruel and indifferent things, he is not the kind of person you think."

Qing Ze wanted to say: "He...he already has someone he likes. He likes him very much, likes him so much that he doesn't know what to do, and likes him so much that his heart aches when he thinks about it."

Qing Ze wanted to say: "He can give you everything, except love."

But he can't say.

These words will kill Yin Luo.

Although I don't know why, since seeing Yin Luo cut his wrist, it seems that there is a part of his body that is superior to reason and emotion, and belongs to intuition. It was the first time to catch something that he hadn't caught, and then he was almost frightened. up.

He was extremely sympathetic to Yin Luo, but they had known each other for such a short time, why was Yin Luo finally losing the desire to survive, and he was so frightened?

——Why is he so frightened?

Why is it that the closer Yin Luo gets to death, the more he resists Yin Luo's death instead of accepting the reality?

As if it was something terribly terrible.

He didn't understand.

But he knows:

He didn't want Yin Luo to give up.

No guilt about bullshit either.

So he said, "I like you."

The author has something to say: think of a song:

"Every day when I go home, I see my wife pretending to be dead"