The enemy has a crush on me

Qing Ze has recently become obsessed with planting flowers.

With the assistance of the Jade Bone Flute, the burden of defending the immortal clan is much less.

Jade Bone Flute doesn't seem to be arrogant because he is an ancient god. He points and hits, and he doesn't talk too much. A flute makes him superb, and his work attitude seems to be very correct. As a lieutenant general, he can't find any faults.

He wasn't like this when he was a kid.

Qing Ze held his chin and thought for a while.

Maybe this little god learned the lesson of being too arrogant before he had fully developed his arrogant temper, and almost took his life, and learned the truth of being a low-key person.

Shooting the first bird, knowing how to hide your strength and bide your time, can be regarded as a lesson for young children.

The demon god stays in hiding, and the jade bone flute, a scattered demon soldier patrolling the border of the heaven occasionally, can be dealt with by himself, which makes him suddenly idle.

When I have nothing to do, I start to organize my space ring.

There are many daily necessities that I bought in Taihan but couldn't take out because there were too many surpluses.

This can also be bought, and that can also be used.

Yin Luo needs it, Yin Luo will like it.

He wanted to buy Yin Luo more of everything, and he didn't think carefully about whether his small cave could hold it.

Look at this cabinet, it's so big, it can fit ten people in it.

Looking at this sewing machine, I really think he can really make clothes by himself.

Look at this table, is he going to sleep on it?

Look at this birdcage, Penglai doesn't even have a bird's egg, it's too ugly to buy it as a decoration.

Look at this, this, this.

They were all rubbish stuff, and I had to have a lot of blood rushing to my head and my brain crashing at the time to feel that I could use these things unreasonably.

Since it wasn't even used then, it's even more useless now, it's like scrap metal to him.

This kind of rubbish should have been cleared out of his space ring long ago, so as not to take up more space.

Qing Ze looked at the messy pile of things and didn't move.

The small square box given by King Sheyi was also thrown into the broken copper and iron.

The Sheyi Horse Farm is famous all over the world, and it is worthy of being a tribute to the royal family of Sheyi. There is even a national emblem of a horse head bow painted on it.

He was so bad, he still looked at it with a candle after wiping it off, with the flickering light and shadow, he looked pitiful.

After licking it, it seemed even more pitiful.

He kissed Yin Luo tenderly, looking at his slightly frowning brows, trembling eyelashes and red corners of his eyes.

Be good, be good, my poor little one.

The light of the sky spreads from the gap in the darkness, and the white needles of dandelions are wrapped in the spring scenery and sprinkled in Penglai.

When a bucket of water was poured down, everything shone brightly under the platinum sunlight.Moss is spreading on the smooth stone surface, and small puddles will rise on the sunken ground.The sky is high, the tiles are blue, the clouds are white, and the plucked spiritual fruit is so big that it is full of juice after one bite.

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.

The wind is also very gentle.

He and Yin Luo planted flowers together, built platforms together, built bookshelves together, watched the moon together, cooked together, and walked through every corner together.

Then hug Yin Luo and say softly, I like you.

He knew that Yin Luo was an idiot who didn't know what to do if he was treated with a little tenderness.

But he couldn't bear to see him really lose the strength to pretend, showing his clumsy side at a loss.

Knowing that what he said was a lie, he acted willingly, thinking that he would not find out.

After waiting for more than [-] years, looking forward to the few months of brief encounter, what is there to be willing to do.

More than 600 years have passed now.

Just like he knew from the beginning.

Time to him is like water flowing eastward, galloping by without leaving a trace.

The vicissitudes of the world are changing.

Song Qingze existed briefly in a person's heart, and then disappeared forever because of this person's death.

The ancient mythical beast lived high in the heavens and became the number one god of war in the heavens. It has not returned to the human world for hundreds of years.

One day in 600 years, when he was obsessed with killing demons, he learned that Xuan Yong no longer existed.

When he heard these two words, he felt strange and far away, and it took him a long time to remember them.

What happened in the past was covered with a thin mist in his long memory, making it difficult to see clearly.

How long has Yin Luo been dead?

What was the last time Yin Luo and himself looked like?

What was the last sentence he said to Yin Luo?

I don't remember many things about Yin Luo so clearly.

Sure enough, as he imagined, as long as the time is long enough, he will no longer remember.

Forgetting the few months of walking with Yin Luo, the time spent was even shorter than I thought.

After another victory, watching the demon general gnashing his teeth and retreating, he suddenly asked the heavenly official to buy him two history books recording Xuanyong on a whim.

After flipping and flipping, I found that Yin Luozhan's chapter is quite long.

The book says: Emperor Renlie, an iron-blooded lord, murdered his father and seized power, and restored Xuanyong.

Qing Ze said: Hahaha.

The book says: The subjects are afraid, the brothers fight against the wall, the imperial concubine is dead, and all the children are dead.

Qing Ze said: Bah, bah, bah.

Finally, the book says:

Died at the age of 28.

This life is over, no wife, no son, no father.

Great military exploits, alone.

Qing Ze stopped talking, and stroked those typefaces, as if he had stroked Yin Luo's cold skin.

The stars twinkle and the crescent crescent bends.

Occasionally, he would listen to the chirping of cicadas outside the cave, hugging Yin Luo, whose back was facing him, and his bodies were pressed together, like the dry sea and rocks would never be separated for generations.Yin Luo would be silent for a long time, and when he thought he had fallen asleep, he put his hand on the arm that was wrapped around his waist in front of him.

In the early morning, the sun was shining in the cave, and when he opened his eyes, the hand must have been removed.

He thought he must have forgotten long ago.

It is true that I have forgotten it for so many years, and I have never remembered it for a moment.

But suddenly remembered again.

Even from the first time I recalled it, every picture became clearer day by day.

Even the details that were not discovered at the time were remembered.

The wind blowing gently at night, the extinguishing fireflies, the winding folds of the white clothes, the strands of long black hair that fell from Yin Luo's shoulders, the faintly green blood vessels behind the ears, the shallow lines between the neck and the neck. Shallow tooth marks, trembling fingertips resting on his arm.

He even remembered those affectionate eyes that stared at him silently.

And the despair in the eyes deepens day by day.

He thought that he had never really noticed it, but he was not willing to forget even a little bit of it.

why?

As if it was something important and important to me.

What was it that he hadn't discovered?

What exactly is he missing?

What is it that cannot go back?

What is it that weighs on his heart and makes him gasp heavily?

The mandarin ducks cross their necks, and the red candles shed tears.

In the dark and rich memories, Yin Luo's voice occasionally had some uncontrollable trills.

——Song...Qingze...slow, slow down...I can't do it...

—— Good Yin Luo, you obviously want me to hurry up.

He must have a talent for manipulating people's hearts, so he can hear it so clearly, but pretends not to understand.

Without a teacher, I learned to use ambiguous whispers to perfuse my sincerity.

It made the man really cry.

It seems helpless.

Song Qingze.

Slow down.stop.look at me.

I like you, do you like me?

I……

I like you.

Yin Luo, I like you.

My favorite is you.

I only like you in the whole world.

The sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and the sea is changing. This feeling will not change, and this heart will not change.

He doesn't want to destroy Yin Luo's dream, but he has to keep going, he can only look into the distance forever, and no one can stop him.

He couldn't stop, he forgot how to stop.

Until I hit the cold south wall, until I finally reached the end of despair, until I fell to the point where my head was bleeding.

Until he suddenly woke up from the nightmare of reincarnation.

He finally woke up from the nightmare.

Ding clang clang clang.

Bang bang bang bang.

Qing Ze arranged the pile of broken copper and iron and found a bag of small seeds.

The seeds of mortal, little wildflowers.

The space ring is full of spiritual power, and those seeds are still alive.

He carried the bag of seeds out of the interspatial ring, stared blankly at the pond full of whitish lotus flowers with powder, walked back to the house along the long bridge, and with the shovel turned over the fields full of spiritual grass.

When Xiao Hong came, her face turned pale with fright, and she pointed to the pile of uprooted spirit herbs with amazing medicinal effects, and after a while, she was so angry that she passed out.

When he woke up, Qing Ze was slowly watering.

I don't know what was planted.

The fairy servants couldn't figure out the suddenly bald flowerbed, but Qing Jun didn't seem to think there was any problem, so they didn't dare to raise any objections.

After a year, several wild flowers came out thinly.

Thin petals, innocent and helpless, close timidly when touched by hands.

Small, white, and very inconspicuous.

It is completely out of place with the entire Immortal Mansion carved with jade, and no one knows why it grows here.

Qingze looked at it, and suddenly felt his heart melt.

He didn't understand why Bai Ze liked to grow flowers before, but now he thinks it's quite interesting to do it.

Baby, you grow up well.

I water you, I fertilize you, I give you a lot of love.

I will give you whatever you want.

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