stonecrandall Chapter 135 Cheap and Hypocritical
Chapter 135 Cheap and Hypocritical
In Ning Zhe's impression, No. 67 has always been cold-blooded, ruthless, irritable, and sarcastic. He has never seen No. 67 apologize so humbly.
He paused, wondering if you've lost your mind.
But number 67 has been moody recently, and Ning Zhe was afraid that he would get angry again and stab him with words, so he was silent for a while, and finally Ning Zhe only asked【Why do you apologize? 】
Before No. 67 spoke, he shook his head again [Forget it, it doesn't matter, as long as I can complete the task]
As a result, the words of No. 67 were stuck in his throat, and in the end he could only swallow them with blood, slowly rotting in his chest.
【Yes, you just need to complete the task... that's it】
No. 67 didn't know what kind of mood he had in saying this sentence.
Obviously this was what he wanted Ning Zhe to do most before, but now when Ning Zhe said it himself and obediently followed his wishes, he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.
Being a bitch and still erecting a memorial archway is cheap and hypocritical.
No. 67 snorted coldly at his behavior.
"Ding—the abuse attack value has increased by 3%, and the current progress is 20%."
Ning Zhe paused for a moment. He remembered that after talking to No. 67 last time, he also inexplicably raised his money. When he asked No. 67, No. 67 kept silent.
Something flashed through Ning Zhe's mind, but it was too fast and he didn't catch it.
【67, [-], [-]...】
[Shut up] No. 67 interrupted him with a blank expression, his voice was unmoving, and it was freezing cold.
If Ning Zhe could be obedient, he wouldn't be called Ning Zhe anymore, and he would want to know even more if No. 67 wouldn't let him mention it.
【Have you heard just now...】
【No】
【But......】
【Shut up】
【...】
Ning Zhe paused, feeling that No. 67 was a bit self-deprecating.
When he wanted to ask again, No. 67 had disappeared. He called several times, but the person didn't answer.
It's a bit like running away, Ning Zhe thought belatedly.
Little did he know that No. 67 had already dived back into his sea of consciousness, and started attacking the innocent auxiliary counting system.
After the system is upgraded, it is automatically equipped with an intelligent auxiliary counter, which replaces the existence of the energy bar. Whenever the abuse attack value fluctuates, the counter will automatically report the number.
But this garbage counter is probably infected with a virus, and every time it counts one of his systems, Ning Zhe's current strategy value, he contributed more than half.
No. 67 believes that this counter is completely redundant and wrong.
After uninstalling the counter and manually replacing the energy bar, No. 67 stopped.
However, the energy bar still stopped at the 20% grid, and it didn't decrease because of the unloading of the counter. Even when No. 67 was watching it, it quietly moved forward one grid, and it became 21%.
Number 67: …
No. 67 looked at the trembling energy bar shrinking into a quail and kept silent. He wondered if the energy bar was also infected with the virus.
The abuse attack value set by the system should not include him, so what went wrong?
Ning Zhe didn't know that his system had fallen into an endless loop of self-doubt. He was being held tightly in Huo Chen's arms like a child, blocking other people's prying eyes.
Huo Chen always liked to hug him like this, so Ning Zhe didn't care, and looked up carefully at the scene on the second floor of the temple.
This is an ancient pagoda soaring into the sky, with a total of nine floors, and each floor of the tower is guarded by countless undead of the Lin family.And the most important place in the heart of the pagoda is guarded by the resentful spirits formed by the nine elders of the Lin clan with profound and unpredictable witch power.
The position in the heart of the tower guards the door to seal the demons.
Once the tower heart is destroyed, the door to seal the demon will be opened.
The place where Huo Chen was standing now was the fourth floor of the tower, and there were hundreds of people in strange costumes crowded around them.
This floor is full of capable people recruited by the Tianqi royal family from all over the world. They have the pass issued by the royal family in their hands, so they can enter the passage.
The passing order requires someone to engrave his own soul imprint, but the Tianqi royal family has already clearly remembered the appearance of this man who once defeated them steadily.
In addition, Prince Tianqi had laid a net, and the imperial guards posted notices everywhere, hanging his portrait in various parts of the imperial city to search, so even if Huo Chen was turned into ashes, they would not forget this man's appearance.
Huo Chen couldn't use the pass, so he could only come in through trading with the Hell tribe.
As for Lin Li, Yan Pei and others, they didn't have such concerns. They usually followed Huo Chen to deal with trivial matters, and they didn't often show their true colors.
The two obtained a pass by fishing in troubled waters, and after they separated from Huo Chen, they also pretended to enter the ancient pagoda.
Ning Zhe also saw Yan Peizheng smiling and winking at him, but Lin Li turned his head back with a cold face.
When he first saw Yan Pei, Ning Zhe was stunned.
It's probably because the two men walk together too conspicuously and it is easy to arouse suspicion. Yan Pei is dressed in a woman's attire at this time, with white clothes fluttering, shoulders cut into shape, waist as usual, skin like snow, and her appearance is unparalleled, with a temperament Noble and dusty.
Just now when Chao Ning Zhe smiled, it was like a flash in the pan, which almost dazzled Ning Zhe's eyes.
The third to fifth floors of the ancient pagoda are occupied by members of the four hermit families, while those on the ninth floor are the Tianqi imperial family.
Such an arrangement gave Ning Zhe a weird feeling, one layer at a time, as if they were being sacrificed by the town gate.
He glanced at Huo Chen again.
All Ning Zhe's thoughts were written in his eyes. Huo Chen understood it, but he didn't express anything else.
"Give it to the minister."
He only said such a sentence to Ning Zhe, and then he pulled down the brim of his hat and disappeared in the crowd.
Ning Zhe thought about it, and asked No. 67 in his heart [how much? 】
He didn't speak clearly, but No. 67 understood what he meant.
This inevitably reminded him of the wrong value counted by the garbage counter.
If the counter that has been thrown into the data recycling bin is equipped with an intelligent system, I am afraid to say: I am wronged.
Ning Zhe didn't see No. 67 answering for a long time, so he pursed his lips slightly.
He could clearly feel the existence of No. 67, why did he ignore himself?
At this moment, No. 67 said coldly [21%]
It seems a bit reluctant.
Ning Zhe thought to himself, but didn't say it out loud.
No. 67 was aware of his temperament, and he asked about the strategy value, probably what action he was about to make again.
He still remembered that Ning Zhe had snatched the remains of the witch god and the Shinto lotus in order to revive the god.
He asked Ning Zhe if he had any plans, but Ning Zhe didn't say anything, and instead asked him [No. 67, why did you choose this body to resurrect me? 】
No. 67 didn't know why he thought of this all of a sudden. He knew how meticulous Ning Zhe was, and even the slightest clue could lead him to guess the truth.
Looking at the dim light in Ning Zhe's eyes, for a moment, No. 67 even thought that this person had discovered something.
He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and said indifferently [Only this body is the most suitable]
When Ning Zhe heard this, his brows and eyes suddenly curved.
No. 67 had a bad heart, and immediately remedied [Your soul is different from other people, and there are very few physical bodies that can fully fit.Besides, do you think it is so easy to find a fresh corpse? 】
Ning Zhe nodded, as if he believed it, and didn't say anything else.
Number 67 breathed a sigh of relief.
However, in the next moment, Ning Zhe pursed his lips and said with a smile [I thought you chose this body because of the demon seal in it]
No. 67: 【...you think too much】
He said the next few words with great difficulty.
[Oh] Ning Zhe nodded obediently, and smiled obediently at him.
His appearance has returned to the stunning appearance of a succubus, and when he smiles, his eyes are full of spring water, which can almost absorb people's minds.
There were a few people around who caught a glimpse of it inadvertently, and they immediately held their breath and stood there in a daze.
However, in the eyes of No. 67, Ning Zhe's appearance is the appearance of his soul itself—neither the seductive appearance of a succubus, nor the cute face that belongs to "Ning Zhe", but a youthful, stern face. An extremely noble face.
It wasn't supposed to be a smiling face, but when he did, 67 would do anything for him.
No. 67 didn't know what to think, and gradually fell silent.
Ning Zheya's blue eyelashes were lightly drawn back, covering up Banchi's dark emotions.
.......
The ninth floor of the ancient pagoda.
There are very few people here, and those who are qualified to come up, except those in the royal family, are all the confidantes of Prince Tianqi.
However, as a member of the royal family, there is no one else except Qingluan.
All the people in the Tianqi Dynasty knew that their noble prince sought power to usurp the throne, poisoned his own father, and forced his younger brother to flee to the end of the world, so he was able to monopolize the power in his own hands.
This is a fact, but no one dared to say it, because no one dared to go against the wishes of His Highness the Crown Prince.
All those who dared to stand up and resist had their heads beheaded by His Royal Highness, and their flesh and blood were stripped off and fell on the city wall.
For seven days and seven nights, blood rained down on the gate of the imperial city.
Qingluan used the simplest and cruelest method to get the entire Tianqi Dynasty to recognize his identity.
Suppressing the fear in his heart, Lin Feishuang knelt down in front of this dark-robed man.
"Have you found Huo Chen?"
His voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, with wisps of chill.
Lin Feishuang clenched his fingers, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Every time I use spells to search, I will be blocked by another force, so..."
The man in black sat on a high throne, with one arm supporting his chin, his green but cold eyes looked down at Lin Feishuang indifferently, "Gu has given you two chances already."
The first time was to find Qin Nu, but Lin Feishuang failed.But that time, Qingluan didn't take his life for the sake of the young man beside him who was desperately trying to save him.
The second time, this time, Qingluan asked him to find Huo Chen and the young man, but he failed again.
But this time, no boy would risk his life to save his life.