I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 158 Ning Zhe, I Really Oweed You in My Last Life

Ning Zhe's pupils were dilated, and he watched him raise his hand dully, without any reaction.

No. 67 has been silent in his sea of ​​consciousness, watching all this without saying a word.

Anyway, it's just acting again, Ning Zhe won't make himself suffer for nothing, he won't be fooled by him again.

No. 67 let out a snort, not at all believing in Ning Zhe's miserable appearance.

Seeing that palm is about to fall.

But Ning Zhe still has no intention of avoiding it.

No. 67's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly yelled 【What the hell are you doing? Hurry up and hide! 】

Ning Zhe's stiff pupils slowly turned.

[6, 7...? 】

The voice was light and ethereal, like a feather, as if it was about to shatter in an instant.

He wasn't acting!

67 God's pupils shrank violently, and immediately yelled [Are you an idiot!Burn him with your fire! 】

Ning Zhe frowned in pain, and the illusory soul in the sea of ​​consciousness curled up tremblingly, shaking his head constantly [I can't use it...it's so uncomfortable, number 67, my body is so uncomfortable... 】

It is the bloodline suppression of this body by the high-level demons.

No. 67's expression changed, and he almost immediately thought of the reason.

This body was chosen by him personally, he thought it would not cause harm to Ning Zhe...

Seeing Ning Zhe's soul curled up and struggling in pain, No. 67 suddenly clenched his fists, and his face changed drastically.

"You don't care what he does, have you forgotten what he did to you before?"

"When you were in pain, he never took pity on you. If you loved him, who would love you in the past?"

"Lu Qi, isn't this what you want? Why are you still hesitating?"

No. 67 closed his eyes, and the fog rolled around him endlessly.

Two conflicting and intense emotions were constantly churning and vying for dominance in his mind. No. 67 was panting heavily with gritted teeth, trying to suppress the trembling, and his cold voice was slightly unsteady.

[Ning Zhe, I...I really owed you in my last life! 】

He suppressed the chattering voice, pulled out most of the energy in his body, and forcibly awakened the sleeping spirit group in Ning Zhe's soul.

"Chirp!"

"Chirp, chirp chirp! Chirp chirp?"

Thin white light balls poured out of Ning Zhe's body one after another, squeezed around Ning Zhe, and kept "chirping" eagerly.

These spirit groups also showed up to heal Ning Zhe when he was in a coma before, but Ning Zhe was tortured so unconscious that he didn't know about it.

But even if he is awake, he cannot see these spirit groups. Only number 67 can see these things.

Seeing that Ning Zhe ignored them, the spirit group became anxious and kept asking No. 67, "Chirp, Chirp, Chirp, Chirp, Chirp, Chirp, Chirp, Chirp, Chirp!"

No. 67's face was cold, "Shut up! How do I know what happened to him!? You were released to protect him, and if you beep again, you will be locked back!"

Lingtuan resisted and "tweeted", squeezed together aggrieved, and looked at Ning Zhe

It was at this moment that the man in black finally slapped hard.

"Chirp!"

The spirit group immediately exploded, screamed collectively, and quickly piled up one after another, firmly protecting Ning Zhe's face.

Before Number 67 could breathe a sigh of relief——

A black figure suddenly rushed out of the oblique stab, stabbing the man in black's back fiercely with a sword, and while he was distracted, he quickly tapped his wrist, forcing him to let go of Ning Zhe.

The red-haired demons reacted first, and immediately dodged to intercept, "Who!"

Without saying a word, Hei Ying stretched out his hand and quickly folded Ning into his arms. He immediately dodged his attack and fled outside the ancient pagoda.

"You hurt the deity, do you think you can still escape!"

The man in black had a gloomy and violent face, and when he raised his hand, a terrifying black giant sword flew out, and the attack was extremely fierce.

The black shadow couldn't dodge in time, and was stabbed straight into the back of the heart by the sword, spurting blood, swaying his feet, and almost fell to his knees.

"Choo Choo Choo?"

"It's your master's rotten peach blossom."

No. 67's voice was extremely weak, but his voice was still clear and cold, and there was some imperceptible displeasure in his tone.

"Chirp~"

"Understood? What do you know! Hurry up and help him stop the bleeding, Ning Zhe can only rely on him to escape now."

The spirit group gave a "chirp" in disdain, but they still obediently flew behind the black shadow, and got into the wound where the sword pierced him just now.

Unaware of this, Heiying looked down at Ning's battered body, gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, and continued to flee to the outside of the tower.

The high priest stood in the sky and looked down at him. When he half stepped out of the tower door, he suddenly stretched out his slender and pale fingers and tapped him lightly.

A wall of air suddenly appeared in front of the black shadow, sending him flying violently.

The red-haired demon who was chasing after him was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed, "Is this because I think I'm dead, so I sent it to my door?"

Since it was the prey that came to your door, there was no reason not to.

The red-haired demon raised his lips and raised his claws to meet him.

It was too late for the black shadow to dodge, so he could only turn around and hold Ning Zhe firmly in front of him, closing his eyes tightly and trying to block this fatal attack with his back.

[This is useless! 】

No. 67 was out of breath.

At the critical moment, he drained the only bit of energy he had left, and conjured up a semi-entity, and raised his hand to blow the red-haired demon out.

The black shadow fell to the ground, but still not out of danger.

The man in black's attack came in an instant.

Hei Ying suddenly turned over while holding Ning Zhe.

The black giant sword was deeply embedded in the place where he had just been lying down, and the stone slab was cracked inch by inch.

"Take the deity's things, but still want to get out of the body, dreaming!"

After finishing speaking, he drew the giant sword and pointed it at his throat.

Sombra was powerless to resist.

Coming to this ancient pagoda had exhausted all his strength.

But he can't die yet.

Glancing at the thin boy in his arms, Hei Ying tried his best to get up, staggered and ran forward with his arms in his arms.

Run, run, and take the emperor away.

A very strong desire popped out of the only remaining blood-red pupil of the black shadow.

However, no matter how much he ran as a person who was about to be disabled, he couldn't resist the light blow of the young master of the demon clan.

The giant sword roared behind him, No. 67 cursed in a low voice, and quickly stepped forward to block the attack.

The man in black felt his attack suddenly stagnate, and the giant sword in his hand seemed to be suppressed by a huge force, and he couldn't swing it no matter what.

No. 67 tightly grasped the giant sword, fighting with the man in black, his already illusory body became more transparent, and a gust of wind could blow him away.

Heiying didn't know why the attack of the man in black stopped for no reason, but he saw a glimmer of life.

The gate of the ancient pagoda was blocked by something, and all the passages were closed. Now the only exit is the spire above the head.

As long as you bypass the magic gate from the side, you can get out of the tower!

There are a large number of low-level demons entrenched near the demon gate, but as long as he is fast enough, he will definitely be able to take the emperor out!

The man in black looked down at the trembling boy with his eyes closed in his arms, and there was an astonishing persistence hidden deep in his blood-colored eyes.

I will go out, don't be afraid, I will definitely go out!

Enduring the severe pain in his knees, he jumped into the air with his toes little by little.

A large group of demons smelled the seductive breath, became irritable and moved towards him with a roar.

With a calm face, the black shadow used extremely fast speed to find the gaps and footholds, seized the opportunity to shuttle past them, and quickly left the group of demons behind.

No. 67 and the man in black were already fighting, and took a look at it for a while, and couldn't help frowning upon seeing it.

There are people blocking the tower outside, and it is impossible to run away.

Sure enough, as soon as he had this idea, the high priest made a move.

Seeing that he was about to leave the tower, the black shadow was suddenly slapped on the shoulder by an invisible force, and he was beaten back hard, falling into a group of demons with teeth and claws.

Countless bloody mouths fell down instantly.

Heiying hurriedly turned over and pressed Ning Zhe under him, holding him tightly in his arms.

Row after row of sharp teeth gnawed on his back, legs, and arms, taking away a large piece of flesh and blood, and the blood dripped all over the ground.

No. 67's expression is slightly chilled, if this continues, this trash will be bitten to death with Ning Zhe together!

He kicked the man in black away, and quickly sent a voice transmission to the shadow in a cold voice: "Enter the magic door!"

Heiying was stunned for a moment, and in the next moment, all the demons around him were blown away by an invisible attack, leaving a large space.

He didn't have time to think about who was helping him, so he hugged Ning Zhe and rushed towards the magic door desperately.

There are still tens of thousands of demons lurking on the other side of the demon gate. No. 67 is behind him while resisting the attack of the man in black, while trying his best to clear a path for him.

But there are too many demons, the previous wave was cleared, but in the blink of an eye, the next wave will rush to fill the gap.

Heiying made a careless move, causing a tiny demon to rush over and bite Ning Zhe's arm hard.

The two rows of sharp and small teeth sank into the skin in an instant, Ning Zhe was so painful that his whole body trembled like a sieve, and a weak and painful whimper came from his throat.

The high priest looked down at him for a moment, then tapped his slender fingertips suddenly, cast a curse, and imprisoned all the demons in place.

The black shadow tore off the fist-sized pitch-black demon from Ning Zhe's arm, held it tightly in his palm, and led Ning Zhe quickly through a large area of ​​demons, and stepped into the demon gate.

The moment they approached the door, their bodies were sucked in by a vortex.

Seeing this, No. 67 was no longer interested in fighting, and disappeared quickly in a flash.

As soon as the man in black shot down the air, he immediately looked around vigilantly.

He couldn't see No. 67, he only knew that someone was hindering him, and this person was much stronger than him!

The man in black looked grim, and searched several times, but he didn't feel the breath of No. 67 again.

The red-haired demon came over, wiped his bleeding nose, and said, "My lord, he should have left."

"Where did that little thing go?"

"Just entered the Demon Realm."

The man in black sneered, "It's like throwing yourself into a trap!"

The red-haired demon looked at the empty ancient tower and shrugged, "What should we do now? Everyone has run away."

"Run? When the human world is destroyed, I would like to see where they can go! Go and gather all the demon army, attack the human world, and avenge the shame of my demon race!"

......

The high priest stepped down from the top of the tower, and looked indifferently at the several white-clothed gods kneeling in front of him.

"Priest Xingsu is dead, pass the order down, and the successor of the pavilion master will choose someone else."

"After all, it is an heir that has been cultivated for several years. I really don't feel bad about throwing it away when the priest is done using it."

Suddenly there was a soft voice from the side.

The high priest ignored it, and after letting the servant retreat, his figure gradually disappeared into light smoke.

Lin Feishuang was anxious, "Master Priest worked so hard to send Ning Zhe into the Demon Realm, aren't you afraid that he will never come out again!"

The high priest glanced at him lightly with his emotionless gray eyes, and said lightly, "When he dies, he dies. This is his life."

Lin Feishuang clenched his fists, lowered his head and didn't speak for a while.

"Besides, didn't you send him in with your own hands?"

The high priest has gone.

Lin Feishuang's knees softened and he knelt on the ground, hugging his head in a breakdown.

Yes, it was all done by him. It was he who sealed Ning Zhe's soul with the Forbidden God Seal. It was he who made Ning Zhe unable to resist. It was he who saw Ning Zhe suffer alive with his own eyes!

"Brother, he's just a slut, what's there to be sad about, how many people like him are there, why are you sad?"

Lin Yunlan chuckled happily, and turned his sinister and triumphant eyes to the crumbling ancient pagoda.

The Demon Realm is full of vicious demons who eat people and don't spit out their bones. He never believes that Ning can come out alive after breaking in!

That bitch is just waiting to be bit by bit eaten clean of flesh and blood, sucked out of his soul, and completely wiped out!Hahahahaha!

......

Ning Zhe hasn't had such a good sleep for a long time.

There was no pain, no hunger, and no evil spirits tormented him in his dreams.

He opened his eyes and found himself in the arms of a stranger.