stonecrandall Chapter 123 Count How Many People Have Touched You
Chapter 123 Count How Many People Have Touched You
"It's you?" The Seventeenth Dark Guard looked slightly cold.
"You still remember me."
The voice seemed a little surprised, and then, a thin black figure slowly appeared in the dark cell, covered in a cloud of black smoke, and his face was blurred.
"I remember that after we met last time, I should have cast an obsession spell on you to make you forget about it. I didn't expect you to remember it. Are you worthy of being the soul of the young lord?"
Soi Ying laughed, his tone was unclear.
The Seventeenth Dark Guard remained silent.
Before he left for Tianqi, he had already met this person, and he was the one who told him Ning Zhe's identity in Tianqi, so he could follow Ning Zhe to find this place.
"You remember it, and I don't have to bother to introduce it to you again."
Heiying walked up to him, looked down at him condescendingly, and said indifferently: "Have you considered what I told you last time? As long as you agree, our clan promises to kill you immediately."
Dark Guard Seventeen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a cold voice, "If you're talking about returning to the soul, then it's fine."
"No? Do you know how many people in the world dream of taking this opportunity? You are lucky, the opportunity to soar to the sky is right in front of you, but you don't want it?"
The Seventeenth Dark Guard stared at him blankly, "I won't be anyone's accessory, I'm just myself."
Hei Ying snorted lightly, "Your self? You are nothing more than a nameless secret guard, a dirty and smelly rat in the gutter! It's your honor that the young lord has taken a fancy to you, you don't know him Anyway!"
As soon as Heiying finished speaking, he noticed that the Seventeenth Dark Guard stared at him with a cold murderous intent, so piercing that it almost killed him.
Heiying paused for a moment, no matter how you say this person is a soul of the young lord, although his power has been weakened by half, his aura cannot be faked.
He just came to take souls for the young lord, and he had no intention of becoming an enemy of this person. When the young lord returned to his throne, he would have to continue to deal with him. It would be bad to be in a stalemate now.
Heiying thought about it, softened his tone, and persuaded him: "Even if you return to your soul, your consciousness will not be erased, but your strength will be improved a lot. At that time, no matter whether it is Huo Chen or Ning Yan, it will be very important to you." They're nothing but ants.
I remember that you human beings all like to do business. This business is not bad for you now. Why don’t you agree? "
Dark Guard Seventeen lowered his eyelashes, his expression unchanged.
Seeing this, Hei Ying continued to say: "Even if you don't care about strength, what about your little emperor? Do you want to watch him being killed by Ning Zhi, or embraced by Huo Chen?
Very unhappy, right?Obviously you are the first person to contact Ning Zhe, and you should be the one closest to him!Why, why let that group of people take your place! ? "
"Shut up!" The Seventeenth Dark Guard panted heavily, with blood-red waves in his eyes.
"You are the young lord, and the young lord is you. You are all alone. What are you resisting? As long as you accept the power of the young lord, Huo Chenningyan will only be trampled under your feet. Even today The Qi Dynasty is also at your fingertips! Aren't you afraid that you won't get a little Ning Zhe?!
You can see clearly, with your current strength, you will never be able to catch up with his footsteps!
What's more, you have received a poisonous palm from Wang Bubei before, the poison penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and you will die soon!Now you are already at the end of your strength, and you can't even get close to him, so why should you snatch him from Huo Chen?
Do you want to watch yourself die in obscurity, and watch your little emperor being held in someone else's arms forever? ! "
"I tell you to shut up!"
Dark Guard Seventeen stood up abruptly, put his elbows on Soi Ying's throat, and pressed him firmly against the wall, gasping for breath, his pupils were as red as blood.
Hei Ying looked down at his severed phalanx, and said lightly: "Look, your hand to hold a weapon has been crippled. What's the difference between a dark guard without a hand and a waste? You don't want to get back your power , revenge on Huo Chen?"
"Go away, I don't need it!"
The dark guard Seventeen's eyes were covered with frost, and he exerted his strength suddenly, hitting the black shadow's throat hard with his elbow.
The speed was unbelievably fast, smashing the black shadow's throat bone in an instant.
Before the black shadow could scream, it immediately turned into smoke and dissipated in the air.
Dark Guard Seventeen gasped violently, his body lost strength, his feet wobbled, and he fell headfirst into the corner of the wall.
Blood slowly flowed out from the incision of his severed finger, and the bright red blood was shocking.
He doesn't hate Ning Zhe.
He doesn't like him either.
He didn't want anything to do with him.
He is a secret guard, he doesn't need affection, and he doesn't need alms, he just needs to carry out his master's orders.
Dark Guard Seventeen closed his eyes tightly, telling himself over and over again in his heart.
"You're just deceiving yourself. Otherwise, why would you choose to assassinate Huo Chen instead of Ning Zhe? The order Ning Zhi gave you is clearly to put the assassination of Ning Zhe first!"
Wisps of black smoke began to gather in mid-air again, forming a figure exactly like the man just now.
"You are jealous, you are hesitating, you are avoiding, so you choose the second task."
Heiying laughed word by word, opened the hidden secret in the heart of the dark guard Seventeen, and put it to burn in the scorching sun.
The dark guard Seventeen let out a rough gasp from his throat, his pupils were tightly closed, and there was an ominous gleam of blood.
More and more like the young master.
He has been searching for so many years in the human world, this person is really the most suitable container for the Young Master.
Heiying smiled slightly, and said in a gentle tone, "You don't have to worry, I'll give you a few days to think about it. The day when the door to seal the demons is opened is your deadline. Dark Guard Seventeen, this is the only thing you can get Ning Zhe Opportunity."
Soi Ying chuckled meaningfully, "I guess you won't refuse."
After all, he turned around and completely disappeared into the dark prison.
The surroundings returned to deathly silence.
Dark Guard Seventeen lay quietly on the ground, his black pupils had completely turned blood-colored, staring straight at the void, wondering what he was thinking.
His messy, blood-stained long hair covered his entire face.
Dim candles flickered in the wall lamps.
Interlaced lights and shadows flickered on him, illuminating his expression in a strange and unpredictable way, like a ghost crawling out of hell.
After a long time, he moved his stiff eyeballs, slowly got up from the ground, walked to the railing, stretched out his palm with difficulty, and picked up the thrown black towel on the ground.
He leaned against the wall, rubbing the delicate golden embroidery on the black scarf with his palm, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
another place.
Ning Zhe ran back to the room, buried himself in the bed, and covered his head with a thick quilt.
The invisible hosta on his head suddenly lit up.
Then No. 67's voice sounded, "What are you afraid of, he can't eat you up."
Not always.
Ning Zhe muttered in his heart.
He was inexplicably afraid of that person.
In Ning Zhe's impression, that person is always dressed in a green shirt like jade, more is weak, less is too cold, but he is neither too much nor too little, just the kind of gentle and alienated temperament.
Although Ning Zhe couldn't detect the slightest bit of hostility from him, whenever he touched that person's eyes, Ning Zhe would feel as if he was being entangled by some cold poisonous snake, and he would never be able to get out.
"No. 67, what is the relationship between Qin Shen and me?" Ning Zhe thought for a while and asked No. 67.
For a long time, No. 67 would not tell him no matter what happened.
But Ning Zhe has an intuition, he knows everything, he just doesn't want to say it.
"How do I know." No. 67's voice was cold, and he really rejected him.
"Don't you know how to read minds? You stayed with him for so long before, didn't you read your memory?"
Ning Zhe was lying on the quilt, holding the jade pillow in his arms, and shook his head when he heard the words, "I only saw some fragmentary childhood memories, and I have no chance to get close to him..."
He paused, buried his head in the jade pillow and said, "He doesn't like to touch me."
"That's because you're dirty." No. 67 poured cold water on him without hesitation, "You count how many people have touched you."
Ning Zhe's body froze for a moment, and after a while, he said quietly: "You don't have a share." It was still the one with the most.
"..."
This is a dead child who wants to be beaten.
"Do you still want to watch TV?"
Ning Zhe immediately shut his mouth and stopped talking.
"Do you still remember...what happened before you went to Dingbei Palace?"
After a while, Number 67 suddenly asked Ning Zhe.
He seemed to be thinking about something, his voice was very soft, and his speaking speed was very slow, as if he was hesitant to tell Ning Zhe something.
Ning Zhe's eyes flickered slightly, something crossed his mind, but he said obediently: "I don't remember, when I woke up, there was no one around me."
To be precise, there should be no living people.
"Then why are you looking for Ning Xuan?" No. 67 asked him again.
Ning Zhe spoke without hesitation: "Xuanxuan is my younger sister."
"But didn't you lose your memory? You said it yourself. When you woke up, there was no one around you. Where did Ning Xuan come from?"
"No, before that..." Ning Zhe suddenly paused, with a strange look on his face.
"Even you are confused." No. 67 looked at him quietly, "Is Ning Xuan really your sister? What about your parents? Where are they? Also, do you remember Ning Xuan's appearance? You are her brother, do you remember what she likes? Do you remember how old she is?"
No. 67 had a soft voice, as if guiding something, and whispered in Ning Zhe's ear, "Did you find that you can't remember clearly?"
Ning Zhe's eyes were slightly distracted, and his memory was a little confused.
no...not right...
He clearly remembers that he has a younger sister named Xuanxuan, she is his only family member, he wants to find her, they have been dependent on each other since they were young and suffered so much, he vowed to find her and take her to live a good life... ....
But.....
Xuanxuan, Xuanxuan...who is it again?
There was a sudden burst of pain in my mind.
Ning Zhe screamed, closed his eyes, and hugged his head in pain.
Can't remember... can't remember!It hurts!
No. 67 appeared, stretched out his arms, and pulled him into his arms.
Ning Zhe leaned against him and panted violently, his fingers were pale and his veins were bulging.
"If you can't remember it, don't think about it."
No. 67 touched his sweaty forehead, sighed inwardly, and said in a cold and low voice, "Soon...you will know..."
He still couldn't hold back, and mentioned something to Ning Zhe.
But the door to seal the demons is about to open, and that incident probably won't be able to be covered, so there's nothing wrong with letting him know about it earlier.
No. 67 caressed Fu Ningzhe's cheek, raised his head to look at the sky, and his eyes seemed to fall into the distant void.