The enemy has a crush on me

Months of stalemate.

The momentum of the Heavenly Soldiers was soaring, the more victories they achieved, the more courageous they became, and suddenly they became overwhelming.

Kill evil!Kill the Demon God!

kill!kill!kill!

The devil will gnash his teeth with hatred, and will always yell at the sky before the battle.

Seeing that the demon general became more and more angry and manic, and lost his initial ease, Qing Ze knew that the time was finally ripe.

After leaving Beidi, Qingjun ordered the army and the jade bone flute to raid Beidi.

It was late autumn, and the terrain of Beidi was quite high, and Manshanhongfeng was blooming fiercely amidst the flames of war.

Smokyly burning from the heart, leaving charred embers.

Qing Ze rode a majestic fairy beast and looked at the Beidi City Tower from one distant mountain top to another.

He wants to fight a battle to turn the hearts of the people, a battle to capture the thief first and capture the king first.

A battle that can only be won, not lost.

So he swung his long sword and rushed down with his strange soldiers.

"kill--!"

This fight was very heroic, but Qing Ze couldn't recall the details later.

I can only remember the red maple in autumn.A mountain full of red maples.Bright red.bloom.withered.combustion.fire.

Beacon smoke.Half the sky is scorching yellow, half the sky is red.

Get back the former bloody, fearless, and fighting spirits of heavenly soldiers and generals.

Justice is about to be served.Difficult to cool dripping blood.

Among the maple leaves, there are fang-like, thick-boned, scorched, hideous city towers.A battle flag that obscures the sky and is dark in color.

A white-haired man with a dark red cloak flying around standing alone on the tower because the demon general was separated.

As if covered in blood, he looked at him from a distance, his face flickering and dark, and was stained with intense embers.

Surrounded by demon soldiers and generals who are fighting, the Jade Bone Flute is still resolutely shuttling between the battlefields.

Qingze stopped, remembering the white hair tail he saw 500 years ago.

He pushed away the magic soldiers in front of him, gritted his teeth and walked towards the tower step by step.

Go downstairs.Flowing through the battlefield killing.Holding a sword.

After 600 years, he will stand in front of the Demon God.

Lord Qing must win, kill the Demon God!Lord Qing must win, kill the Demon God!Qing Jun will win, kill the demon god!

Roar--!Roar--!Roar--!

The cries of the Heavenly Soldiers mixed with the roars of the Demon Soldiers, making a huge booming sound, loudly drumming his eardrums.

Qing Ze jumped up and landed on the tower, only to find that the torch that was originally lit on the tower had been extinguished.

He almost thought that the man on the tower took a step back when he saw him approaching.

The demon god stretched out a hand to cover his face, and said, "Don't come over."

The voice was obstructed by the cloth, revealing an indescribable obscurity and depression.

Qing Ze looked at him expressionlessly.

This person said not to come, even his body trembled slightly, as if he was about to run away in the next second, but he still stood there.

It's like waiting for yourself.

What is he waiting for?

Waiting for myself to kill him?

Standing alone on the tower, waiting for himself to end his absurd, desolate, ugly, ridiculous, self-willed, depraved, hated, and inextricable life?

Holding the sword in his right hand, Qing Ze walked over step by step.

The night is so dark that there seems to be no end in sight.

He stood within a short distance from the demon god, smelling the strong fishy smell from the demon god's body, hair tips, and bones, and a more ambiguous and moist smell than the fishy smell.

He saw the Mili totem protruding from the cuff, clinging to his arm, with familiar patterns.

Then he grabbed his wrist and pulled it away involuntarily.

In the distance, the flames of war are raging, and the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere under the city tower.

The whole world is quiet.

In the thick night, he could clearly see the face of the Demon God.

Something fell into the muddy pool of memory, and flew up again.

near near.far away.deep deep.Shallow shallow.

It couldn't be hotter, and it couldn't be colder.

The celestial artifact on the wrist was shining brightly, and there was only a vast expanse of whiteness in front of his eyes.

Crash.

The stream flowed past his ears, and Qingze opened his eyes.

Waking up from a long dream full of depression, despair and no end in sight.

He slept really long enough this time, and when he woke up, he felt as if he had passed away.

The white golden sun hangs in the sky, the sky is high and far away, the clouds are soft and fat, and there is an empty, distant, unreal, hazy soft light rippling among the mountains.

Now it is the end of the prehistoric period, and he is taking a rest in the Hengshan Mountain, which is full of untouched mountains, as usual.

Qing Ze yawned and sat up.

With his hand propped on the ground, he suddenly felt a tingling pain. He moved his hand and looked, and found a few black, thorny vines that he had never seen before growing on the side of the stream where only fine grass had grown before. .

One of them even bloomed a rich black flower with vermilion core.

Isn't Bai Ze only planting and not dyeing, when did he plant other flowers?

He thought about it, didn't quite understand, stopped the bleeding from the wound, and sat back by the stream.

He has a lazy temperament, and he doesn't bother to take care of his naturally slightly curly hair when he wakes up. He tied a knot with a thin rope indiscriminately, and put on a blue coat casually. He squatted on a stone by the stream, quite disheveled, The meaning of fooling around.

After a while, there was the slight sound of footsteps stepping on the flower branches behind him.

A voice came from behind.

"...Are you Qing Ze?"

Qing Ze turned around.

The man standing in front of him was dressed in a floor-length black robe with dragon patterns flying on it, with a high hair crown, black hair reaching his hips, handsome eyebrows, and a tall and straight figure, so imposing.

Qing Ze's mind went blank for two seconds, and he asked, "Who are you?"

The man was silent for a while and said, "I am Ying Long."

Who is Ying Long?

Qingze rummaged in his mind, felt that he had no memory, and said, "I am Qingze."

After he answered, he waited for a while, seeing that the man was still standing there, with no intention of leaving, he thought for a while and said, "You came to look for Bai Ze? He went down the mountain, come back next time."

Ying Long shook his head.

Qing Ze was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say, so he turned his head away and continued staring at the stream in a daze.

A few white petals floated in the stream and dangled all the way away.

clap clap.

After a while, there was a sudden rustling sound of cloth rubbing against the side.

Qingze turned his head and found that Ying Long was sitting beside him.

This is his exclusive territory, even Bai Ze knows not to disturb him, why is this person so familiar.

Qing Ze said: "You..."

He only uttered one syllable, but found that although the black-haired man still had a silent expression, he was clutching his knuckles on his knees, as if he was a little nervous.

For some reason, Qing Ze couldn't say the following words.

The black-haired man waited for a while, and found that Qingze had not raised any objections, so he continued to sit motionless next to Qingze, watching the falling flowers and running water, and remained silent.

But although he sat down unreasonably, he seemed to know that he was out of place, his body was completely stiff, and the inexplicable low-pressure magnetic field almost oppressed Qing Ze, who was originally free and comfortable.

Qingze was in a good mood at first, but for some reason after the man arrived, he felt a dull and oppressive mood that was almost suffocating, which made him resist the appearance of the man.

When will this man leave?

He stared absent-mindedly for a while, until he gradually forgot the existence of the man beside him, and the negative emotions just subsided.

It was too quiet beside him, Qing Ze thought that Ying Long had already left, turned his head, and found that he was still sitting not far away, leaving himself a side face, his slightly drooping eyelashes fluttering slightly from time to time.

Maybe he noticed Qing Ze's gaze, although the man's expression didn't change, he looked at the flowing water in front of him, as if he was looking down at the mountains and rivers, but the tips of his ears, which were pressing down on his black hair, gradually turned red.

Qingze looked at it, feeling a little sore in his heart.

He didn't understand why he was in such a mood, so he turned his face away.

When it was getting dark, the dark-haired man stood up.

Qing Ze looked up at him and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Ying Long nodded.

Qing Ze smiled: "Goodbye."

Ying Long glanced at him, bit his lip, turned his head and walked away.

Qing Ze watched him walk away.

He thought that there should only be such a one-sided relationship with Yinglong.

But the next day, Ying Long came again.

The black-haired man from Qingze said, "You..."

Ying Long didn't even look at him this time. He frowned, raised his chin, and turned his face sideways. He didn't know where to look, but he just stayed there.

Obviously, he didn't intend to leave today.

Qing Ze sighed, and patted the open space next to him: "Sit here."

Ying Long sat down.

Then I didn't move for a whole day, as if I regarded myself as a silent stone.

On the third day, Qing Ze looked at Ying Long who was coming over, waved the dust-covered fishing rod made by himself with twigs and thin threads, and said, "In this way, if you must Stay here. I'll catch my fish and you find something to do yourself, don't you think?"

Ying Long didn't seem to have any objections, watching him throw the string into the stream, turned his head, and slowly sharpened a long sword.

Sure enough, with something to do, the atmosphere was finally not so embarrassing.

Qing Ze had been fishing by the stream all day without catching a single fish.

Ying Long should have known at the first sight of the fishing rod he took out that it must not be able to catch fish, but he didn't say anything.

Time passes day by day.

Qing Ze has never caught a fish, and Ying Long's sword seems to never be sharpened.

Now Qingze is used to Ying Long sitting next to him, but occasionally he wonders why Bai Ze hasn't come back after going down the mountain this time.

Another day, when Ying Long came, he brought two jars of wine, saying that it was the world-famous dragon saliva.

He took a sip and felt that it was too strong. After taking the first sip, his whole lungs were burning.

After another sip, the aftertaste is rich and mellow, with a long aftertaste.

After a few sips, I can't stop.

It's delicious.

The dragon saliva was intoxicating, and after going down the jar, Qing Ze lay on the ground, narrowing his eyes slightly, feeling that the sky was shaking.

Ying Long also drank some wine, his long sword slipped to the ground, his brows were covered with moisture, his body was too limp to straighten up, he lay in Qingze's arms, changed his sober stiffness, grabbed Qingze's lapel and pointed at him. ask for a kiss.

Kissing and kissing, Qing Ze rolled over and pressed her down, and kissed all the way down.

The wine jar was overturned in the grass, and the glistening liquid flowed out from the mouth of the jar.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the flowing water is gurgling.

When Qing Ze woke up, he found that Ying Long was still sleeping soundly. After thinking about it, he closed his eyes again.

After a while, Ying Long woke up.

Rushu put on her clothes for a while, and even fell when she left.

After he left, Qingze opened his eyes, no longer even in the mood for fishing, and sat in the flower field for a long time in a daze, feeling that this person was really strange.

It took several days for Yinglong to come this time.

Qingze was used to him sitting beside him silently, suddenly there was no one beside him for some reason, he always felt empty in his heart, and when he had nothing to do, he would just study the black vines growing more and more on the mountain.

When Yinglong came again, he was so warm and friendly to Yinglong.

Ying Long's expression was the same as usual, as if nothing had happened, he sat quietly beside him.

Occasionally, when they looked at each other, Qingze would always tremble in his heart, thinking that those dark eyes covered by long eyelashes could be called affectionate.

Ke Yinglong always seems to look away hastily.

Qing Ze lost sight of him, and subconsciously moved to other places on his body.

There were a few times when he accidentally moved to the layered and smooth folds of fabric under his waist.

He quickly moved his eyes away and coughed guiltily.

I thought to myself, this man looks really different when he's drunk and when he's not.

The first few glances were unintentional, but later became intentional.

After sneaking a few times like this, Ying Long finally couldn't pretend not to notice his gaze, and even the tips of his ears turned red.

Qing Ze simply didn't bother to cover up his natural indecency, looked at him with his chin upright, and smiled like a fox who stole a chicken.

Ying Long was sharpening his sword with blushing ears and face sinking like water, his hands with well-defined joints moved in an orderly manner, and his steps were still not chaotic when he walked, but he always felt a little panicked and fled. .

Although he is a weird guy, he is really cute.

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