The enemy has a crush on me

He inserted the long sword into Yinglong's chest, and watched Yinglong slip and fall to the ground while the sky was falling apart.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes.

It returned to a dirty, dry, dull black and red.

The smell of burnt flesh wafted in the air.

He wanted to indulge in the illusion that suddenly appeared, but he still had to return to the desperate reality.

He is Lord Qing, and he is killing demons.

He is on the battlefield, he is on the wall.

He is at the end of the flames, in front of the extinguished torch.

So much time has passed in the illusion, but in reality it is just a flash.

The neighing of war horses and the howling of soldiers echoed in my ears.

Kill evil!It's still blue!Kill evil!It's still blue!

Lord Qing must win, kill the Demon God!Lord Qing must win, kill the Demon God!Lord Qing must win, kill the Demon God!

The golden light on Bodhiduer's bracelet dimmed.

The demon god's wrist fell from his hand, and he slid to the ground, his pupils were dilated, and he seemed to have not recovered, and he clutched his chest and spat out big mouthfuls of blood.

Bright vermilion splashes on the charred bricks and stones.

The red maple in the distance is very eye-catching.

Burning eyes were ruthless.

Qing Ze bent down, pinched the white-haired man's chin, and lifted his face.

Because he has seen it several times during the months in the human world, he can still remember the totem of the demon god's eyes with his eyes closed.

He once thought he had forgotten, but later found out that he still remembered.

Even at this moment, with hindsight, I suddenly realized:

——From the very beginning, the magic pattern on this person's face was different from other monsters.

The man's pupils gradually focused, and after looking at him, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked away, not daring to look at him.

The outrageous and absurd rumors turned into nightmare facts.

Fire arrows streaked across the sky, bright yellow, red, and fierce, as if even the black clouds in the sky were about to be scorched.

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

The beacon fire was lit under the city tower, and the jade bone flute fluttered, and one after another, the monsters fell down.

There are knives, guns and gravel lying everywhere under the rough and ostentatious city gate.

All warriors are waiting for Qingze's next move.

Their time is limited, and they have to fight the devil to the death before the devil returns.

They looked up, anxious and passionate, because the night was completely shrouded, and the beacon fire on the tower was extinguished, so they could only see darkness.

Maybe Qingjun is fighting with the demon god.

The Qingjun who drove back the Demon God 500 years ago is fighting to the death with the Demon God.

If Qingjun wins, the three realms will return to the bright and clean universe.

If Qingjun is defeated, none of them can go back alive.

With the determination to die, they entrusted their lives to Qing Jun, and came to this battle.

Qingjun!Qingjun!Qingjun!Qingjun!

Kill evil!Kill evil!Kill evil!Kill evil!Kill evil!Kill evil!

Beep beep beep.

Qingze's headache was splitting from the shock of the shouts from the tower.

It was only when he climbed the tower that he realized that the voices below could be heard so clearly.

The demon god had stood alone on the tower for so long, so he could hear it clearly.

Qing Ze held the sword, and in the dark night, he heard himself say: "...Yin Luo."

The white-haired man trembled violently when he heard this.

Qing Ze's heart sank.

When in heaven, Qingze would occasionally think:

Yin Luo must never have imagined until his death that Song Qingze would tie up his hair properly one day, put on a strong outfit one day, stop jumping freely one day, stop walking one day, and grow up completely one day.

In the last and desolate memory of Yin Luo's short life, Song Qingze should always be willful, paranoid, frivolous and frivolous, and even if he lived a long life, he should always look like a young man in his infancy.

If Yin Luo was still alive, seeing his current appearance, he would be so surprised that he could not speak.

Thinking about it, he would laugh unconsciously, laughing and falling into silence because the past was gone forever.

But it turned out that he wasn't the only one who had changed.

he's changed.

Yin Luo has also changed.

Not seen in 600 years, both he and Yin Luo have changed beyond recognition.

Yin Luo's clothes are not as restrained and rigorous as before. The knot that is usually tied high under the Adam's apple is unbuttoned, and the neckline is wide open. You can see the flirtatious vines flying up along the chest line.

If you open it further, you will definitely see two standing crimson dots.

Now Yin Luo is finally no longer a living dead, breathing gently like a normal, living person, and the skirt of his clothes is also slightly rising and falling with the breathing.

Qingze's breath was stagnant, and he slid the tip of his sword along his slightly undulating neckline, picking up his belt.

Rip off the clothes.

The magic pattern on the body is also very familiar.

He used to be on Penglai Xiandao, in a small cave, in the flickering candlelight, kissed every depraved and beautiful pattern on it with pity, and treated Yin Luo as a lost and doomed trapped Beast, lingering and gentle.

He can't give Yin Luo love, but he can take care of Yin Luo and give Yin Luo a peaceful ending.

He wept for Yin Luo's death, he destroyed Penglai for Yin Luo, and he stabbed the lair of the demon clan with his sword for Yin Luo.

But why didn't Yin Luo die?

If Yin Luo hadn't died, everything in the past would have become a joke.

If Yin Luo didn't die, it meant that he foolishly awakened his greatest enemy.

All the demons should die, and all the demons should be buried with Yinglong.

They destroyed Yinglong, they destroyed the Three Realms.

Sooner or later they will pay for their sins with blood.

Yin Luo's existence was a deception from the beginning.

Yes, how could it be such a coincidence?

A living dead man who doesn't have any aura of Yinglong and is entangled in demonic aura is born exactly like Yinglong.

It was obvious that something was wrong from the very beginning.

Obviously, there should be no hesitation in the first place.

She had thought of killing him from the very beginning.

What do you say you like yourself?What are you waiting for yourself?

So stubborn and pitiful, so pitiful.

all fake.

He must have missed Ying Long for so long that he was deluded and didn't know it.

Let the demon god who has not yet awakened act as a victim to deceive himself for mercy, use himself, break the seal, and bring about hundreds of years of evil.

Still make myself feel guilty so far.

The tip of his sword touched Yin Luo's ice-cold skin as always, and he wavered in the air, as if hesitating where to cut it.

Yin Luo turned his face sideways, his lowered eyelashes trembling more and more, and his knuckles turned white.

Qing Ze was very familiar with every subtle change in his expression and movements. After seeing his reaction, he was stunned for a moment, stopped his movements, and moved down.

Then he laughed maliciously.

She leaned close to his body, leaned into his ear, and said, "Yin Luo, you're fucked."

He spoke flirtatious words, but his tone was full of contempt and contempt.

When I retracted my hand, I looked at it, and my expression seemed to be a little disgusted.

Yin Luo finally couldn't bear it anymore, and whispered, "Song Qingze..."

Where did Qing Ze hear him call himself by this name, he was furious, and slapped him hard.

Being called this name again, Qing Ze felt dirty.

Yin Luo fell sideways on the ground, his hands resting on the rough black bricks, his long white hair blocked his expression.

Hot pain in the face.

Qing Ze has been harsh, provocative, indifferent, gentle, fierce, vicious, sweet-talked, and cautious towards him.

But never before have the eyes hated like this.

Never looked at him like he was looking at some ugly piece of trash.

He couldn't take it.

He is a clam whose hard shell has been pried open unreasonably by young people, and a single indifferent look can make his life worse than death.

Let alone hate.

Qing Ze, Qing Ze, don't look at me like this.

I can't stand it.

Please, don't look at me like that.

He woke up from a beautiful and gentle dream, and was completely slapped back to the dark reality.

The reality is, they never got the chance to actually start.

The reality is that he is finally being seen by his loved ones, how he has completely transformed into a monster.

The monster that he once desperately wanted to kill, the monster that he could not tolerate, and that he deeply hated.

He is in the abyss of eternal doom.

No more redemption.

But at least, Qingze thought that the real him had already died.

Then let him pray that Qing Ze will never know the truth.

After spending so much time, at the end, he actually heard Qing Ze tell him that he also likes himself.

It's just those words that Qing Ze said at the end... He didn't have the chance to explain to Qing Ze.

Only one person knows the true version of the story.

Exists only in one's heart.

It is only hidden in the body of an eternally silent, long-dead ancient mythical beast when it was still alive.

During the tens of thousands of years, occasionally rippling from the sight that hastily moved away, flowing from the tight lips, swaying from the waves gently teased by the tail, leaking from the excessively tense body come out.

Then it floated into the air and disappeared without a trace.

Only the barren mountains that are more silent than him buried his secrets.

In the end, I couldn't say it.

Everything came to an abrupt end.

Such a fool died before he could speak.

With the death of this ancient mythical beast, this unique version will be sealed forever.

As if it never existed.

Nobody knew how hard the normally silent guy was trying to get the man to hear that.

He is about to die in the hands of Qingjun Qing as a human emperor who has fallen into the devil's way. He will never be able to tell Qingze the true story of this story.

He must have been eaten to pieces by the demon energy, so he thought uncontrollably:

If Qing Ze could remember him and miss him because of such misunderstanding and regret, and remember him for a while longer before falling in love with others, it would also be a very happy thing for him.

Don't see his stupidity, don't see his clumsiness.

He is working very hard to look handsome in front of Qing Ze.

But now, he no longer has the strength to maintain his former appearance.

Corrupted by desire, he led the demon generals to attack the heavens, and his memory was restored because he saw the ancient beast called Qingjun.

Thinking of how unrecognizable, greedy and ugly I have become in just 100 years.

He even dragged the child who was finally rescued by himself and Qingze into the abyss when he was unconscious, turning a living person into a demon.

He has committed a heinous crime, and he is unforgivable.

Every day is painful, I feel sick when I look at myself more than once, and I feel hard if I persist for another day.

He is an ancient divine beast born in heaven and earth. He was supposed to be incompatible with demonic energy by nature, so it is impossible for him to be affected by demonic energy.

But he spent hundreds of years, but he still couldn't figure out why, as an ancient beast, he became possessed.

He didn't understand why he became like this, but he knew that he would never go back.

He went so far and so far that he finally forgot the way back.

If it wasn't for waiting for Qing Ze, he would have committed suicide in the imperial city long ago.

Qing Ze is now the Qing Lord of the Heaven Realm. Although he will miss him, he has accepted that he can live well without him in the world.

The world doesn't need him anymore.

The world no longer welcomes him.

Yin Luo propped up his body and said, "Song Qingze...you said that when I am completely enchanted, you will kill me with your own hands."

"I killed myself, you will be sad."

"I died at the hands of others, you will be sad."

"I have been waiting for you……"

"I finally waited for you..."

With blood on the ground on his hands, he took out the dagger he had prepared from behind his waist, and handed it to Qing Ze.

Under the city tower, the voice of the generals shook the sky, and every sentence was the words of killing demons.

It rang clearly in their ears.

It seems to be besieged on all sides.

Yin Luo raised her neck, revealing half of her face that was slapped red.

"Song Qingze, kill me."

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