stonecrandall Chapter 159 I, I am not tasty
Chapter 159 I, I am not tasty
Ning Zhe blinked in a daze, touched his heart in a daze, but still didn't react.
"woke up?"
The familiar cold and indifferent voice rang in his ears.
Ning Zhe was startled, and raised his head.
A pair of eyes that were as clear and indifferent as cold lotuses on a mountain came into view unexpectedly.
Ning Zhe froze for a moment, staring straight at his face, speechless for a while.
No. 67 realized later, his ink-colored landscape eyes lowered, his thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, and green smoke rose up instantly, enveloping his cheeks vaguely.
The face was covered.
Ning Zhe stared at him with blank eyes, and still had the impression of just a glimpse in his mind, unable to recover.
No. 67 leaned over, raised his hand and touched his forehead, "It's not burning, is it still uncomfortable?"
The hand on the forehead was bitingly cold, filled with a unique air of coldness and alienation.
Like the light and light aroma of snow lotus.
Ning Zhe's eyes were dim, and he shook his head in a daze, but he didn't even understand the words at all.
Seeing his still confused look, No. 67 couldn't help but frowned, and his deep and deep voice was a little cold, "Didn't you say that everything was cured? Why is he still so stupid?"
The spirit group who had been vying for a seat beside Ning Zhe quit, turned their buttocks at him, and collectively blew up: "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!"
The translation is "you are stupid".
No. 67 sneered, "Don't forget who released you, I can release you, and I can also lock you back."
"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!"
No. 67 was too lazy to listen to their birdsong. When he saw these little things squeezed next to Ning Zhe's fair and soft face and tried to kiss him, his face suddenly became gloomy. up.
The spirit group was blown out and fell to the ground, lying on their backs and unable to get up.
However, the slap of No. 67 also caught Ning Zhe's face.
He withdrew his strength in time, and the force of this palm was light and light, not like hitting, but more like stroking.
Even so, Ning Zhe was still taken aback by the beating, and stared at him blankly, not understanding why he beat himself so well.
After being treated by the spirit group, Ning Zhe's body has completely recovered.
His skin was fine before, but now it is even more tender, soft and white, bulging like a steamed stuffed bun and very easy to pinch.
No. 67 couldn't hold back, and took two more shots, and pinched his face and bounced it a few times.
Ning Zhe stared at him, a little angry.
But his angry appearance was not deterrent.
A pair of soft light-colored pink lips are tightly pressed, white and soft cheeks are slightly bulging, the tip of a small red nose is upturned and soft, and a pair of big black eyes are looking at No. 67 without blinking, as if waiting for him explain the reason.
The obedient and squeamish demeanor is really cute as hell.
Seeing that No. 67 was silent, Ning Zhe simply tilted his head, wrapped his mouth around his fingertips, and bit down hard as if to vent.
The fingertips were wrapped in wetness, as if they were about to melt for a moment.
No. 67 choked for breath, suddenly withdrew his hand, and moved his eyes slightly as if evading.
His body is usually a phantom created by illusion, and he doesn't feel anything when he touches Ning Zhe, but today he uses his real body, and every sense is magnified to the extreme.
No. 67 rubbed his fingertips, the residual temperature in his palm burned his heart hot, making his breathing a little unsteady.
This feeling sucks.
He turned cold and distanced himself from Ning Zhe.
He knew what Ning Zhe was thinking.
He didn't understand the current situation, didn't know what happened, he was on guard in his heart, but he didn't say it outright, he wanted to beat around the bush to test him.
No. 67 didn't want to explain to him, this person used to pretend to lie to him.
"Your injuries are all healed. Your body shouldn't hurt anymore. I'm leaving."
After he finished speaking, he was about to walk away.
Ning Zhe's eyelids twitched, and his hand quickly grabbed his hand.
No. 67 froze slightly, paused for a moment, frowned and turned around, "Let go, what are you doing..."
Before he finished speaking, Ning Zhe jumped up and hugged his waist, and buried his whole body in his arms.
Number 67 suddenly lost his voice.
Ning Zhe raised his head and stared at him, his quiet and well-behaved black eyes were full of innocent grievances, and his lower lip was about to be bitten to bleed.
67 looked down at him, and said threateningly: "This is the demon realm, if you don't find a place to hide, there will be demons coming to eat you later!"
Ning Zhe didn't speak, just stared at him stubbornly.
No. 67 had a headache, "The idiot who saved you was captured by the demons just to protect you. If you don't save him now, he will die."
Ning Zhe remained silent, looking up at him with his small face upturned, his big watery eyes looked at him aggrievedly, and tears kept rolling in his eye sockets.
"That's your savior. Do you want to watch him die? What's more, the love lock on your bones hasn't been released yet. Are you sure you want to spend time here with me?"
Ning Zhe curled his lips, tears streaming down his face, his voice choked up, "Then why did you hit me?"
No. 67's forehead twitched, "When did I hit you?"
"just."
"No, you're blind."
"You have, you still pinch me."
No. 67 narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him sideways.
Ning Zhe pointed to his flushed fair cheeks, and said aggrievedly: "Look, they are all red."
No. 67 could not know what was going on in his mind.
Originally, his body was riddled with wounds, and his soul was even more dilapidated, but now that he woke up intact, he must be full of doubts and uneasiness.
However, he was worried about others being unkind, so he didn't dare to tell the truth, that's why he made such insinuations and attempts.
People are really obedient and soft, and their hearts are really deep.
No. 67 sneered, and really stretched out his hand to pinch the soft flesh on his face.
Ning Zhe let out a cry of pain, and the tears flowed even more fiercely.
"Didn't you say I pinched you? If I didn't really pinch you once, wouldn't it be wrong for you to wrong me?"
Ning Zhe was pinched by his cheeks with his hands and pulled his mouth open. He uttered two "woo hoo", unable to speak, and the saliva on both sides almost flowed down the corners of his mouth.
No. 67 leaned close to his face, smiled and said, "Do you know what's wrong?"
"Woooo..."
Ning Zhe had a sore nose, and tears flowed down again.
No. 67 is too much, I can clearly see it, and I still want to tease him.
Ning Zhe looked at him with tears in his eyes, and nodded pitifully.
"That's right." No. 67 let go of his hand, patted his cheek, and then let him go.
As long as you don't obey, what are you doing with so many plays?
As long as he asks, can he not say it?
......and many more.
No. 67 suddenly paused—he might not say anything, after all, he hated this person so much.
No. 67 felt guilty and took a peek at Ning Zhe.
Ning Zhe was so smart, he could tell what he was thinking at a glance, and burst into tears with a "wow".
No. 67 immediately slapped him on the head and said fiercely, "Don't cry!"
He intentionally controlled his strength and didn't use much strength.
But Ning Zhe seemed to have been wronged so much, he suddenly stood up on tiptoe and hugged his neck, and couldn't help crying anymore.
"You bullied me again! You hit me again! You said you would stop hitting me, liar, liar!"
While crying, he wiped his tears on No. 67's body, and the tears flowed into the skirt of No. 67's clothes together with his snot.
Hold.
No. 67's face darkened, and he reached out to tear him away.
Ning Zhe grabbed his neck and didn't let go, sniffing his nose, crying more and more sadly, "I...I also earn money for you, I have earned so much money, why do you still bully me , why! No. 67 is a liar, No. 67 is a big liar! Huh..."
Seeing him crying sadly, the Baituanzi lying on the ground beside him became anxious, turned over with great effort, flew tremblingly to Ning Zhe's side, and "chirped" anxiously around him.
For a moment, No. 67's ears were buzzing, and his brain was about to explode.
He never knew that Ning Zhe could cry so much.
However, when he saw him crying, he started to panic.
The big liar No. 67 had dark eyes and dark lines all over his face.
They are now in a deserted place.
Not far away are a few low-level demons who are wandering here and there.
There are many demons in the Demon Realm, and the higher the demons are, the more human-like their appearance, behavior and wisdom are.
However, the low-level demons often have strange and hideous bodies.They were all born from the accumulation of huge devil energy, and their status was the lowest, most of them were used as troops or poultry.
And some low-level demons cannot be incorporated due to reasons such as large size, fierce temperament and bloodthirsty, and they will be exiled.
The demons around them are soldiers exiled by the army.
Originally they were hiding behind the tree and would not be found, but now Zi Ningzhe was crying too loudly, which attracted them all.
No. 67's complexion is not good.
Besides, since there are low-level demons who have been exiled here, it means that there must be an army of demons stationed nearby.
I'm afraid that if they act recklessly, they will be invited by the Young Master of the Demon Race to drink tea and have a heart-to-heart talk.
No. 67 lowered his eyelashes, pinched Ning Zhe's ears and threatened in a deep voice: "Cry, cry again, believe it or not, I'll cut off your ears and feed them to these demons."
He had discovered before that Ning Zhe seemed to be very afraid of being eaten by others, and every time he had to seriously refute, saying that he was not tasty.
He also didn't think about it, who would be so frantic to eat a living person alive.
Sure enough, this trick was very useful for Ning Zhe.
The child who was still crying just now stopped crying instantly, raised his head tremblingly, and glanced at No. 67 timidly, "I, I don't taste good..."
No. 67 squinted his eyes and smiled softly: "It's okay, these demons have no wisdom and can't taste anything."
Ning Zhe screamed in fright, and didn't bother to cry, hugged his neck tightly and started to choke: "I won't cry... woo... I won't cry... .”
The demons are already approaching them.
A bloody mouth fell down.
Ning Zhe was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, and his body trembled slightly, lest No. 67 would really throw him out to feed those demons.
Seeing his frightened appearance, No. 67 curled his lips into a chuckle.
Xiao Mian, you also have today.
He grabbed Ning Zhe into his arms and hugged his buttocks tightly, like hugging a child.
Ning Zhe leaned against him and whimpered in shame, but didn't dare to resist, blushed and buried his head in his arms, sniffed, and sobbed: "No. 67, no...don't leave me. "