I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 160 How could Huo Chen be as handsome as me?

No. 67 rushed into a dense forest with Ning Zhe in his arms, jumped up a few times, disappeared in the forest, and threw away the group of demons.

Ning Zhe lay on his shoulders, staring at the passing scenery behind him with wide eyes, a little surprised, "No. 67, do you know martial arts?"

While searching for a foothold, No. 67 took the time to reply to him: "This is not martial arts."

Strictly speaking, this is an established program controlled by data.

Ning Zhe showed a puzzled expression.

No. 67 did not explain to him.

They had delayed too long just now, and it was almost dark now.

The dark night is the time for wild beasts to revel in the Demon Realm. They must find a safe place to stay, otherwise they will be torn apart and eaten by the wild beasts that can be seen everywhere.

The system scanned and found an abandoned cave not far away.

No. 67 avoided the ferocious beasts in the woods, ducked in, spread some hay and sat Ning Zhe on the ground, then turned around and blocked the entrance of the cave with stones.

This cave was originally the habitat of a demon snake, and there was an unpleasant smell everywhere in it.

As soon as No. 67 came back and was about to sit down, before his butt touched the ground, Ning Zhe suddenly threw himself on him.

No. 67 subconsciously opened his hands to hug him, and his back was hit by this force and hit the hard raised stone wall, causing a sharp pain.

He didn't even move his brows, his expression was extremely calm, he lowered his head and said indifferently: "What are you doing? Don't stick to me all the time, stay away from me."

Ning Zhe raised his head, rubbed the tip of his nose, which was flushed by his chest, and said in a low voice, "It stinks."

No. 67 raised his eyebrows: "Look at you, you are so delicate, you think you are the emperor?"

Ning Zhe threw himself into his arms, the corners of his eyes turned red, "I want to vomit."

"If you dare to spit on me, I won't beat you to death." No. 67 stretched out his hand to grab him.

Ning Zhe turned over and sat straddling his lap, with his head firmly buried in his waist, not letting go no matter what, "I don't care, I won't let you go, let me smell it."

No. 67 frowned, looked down at the child who was arching around him, "What do you smell?"

Smell...your smell.

Ning Zhe secretly raised his head to look at him, caught his sight, and immediately lowered his head to get into his arms, the tips of his small, white and tender ears turned red quietly, as if dripping blood.

The smell on No. 67 is very similar to the fragrance of Shinto lotus, as long as you stay by his side, you won't smell the fishy smell in the cave.

But he was embarrassed to say it.

? ?what?

Seeing his sudden shy appearance, No. 67 couldn't help showing a black question mark on his face.

How did he know that Ning Zhe clearly regarded him as a humanoid deodorant.

The blood-red moonlight fell into the cave through the cracks in the rocks, which looked extremely gloomy. Outside the cave, the strong wind howled, and wild beasts roared everywhere.

Ning Zhe looked up at No. 67 who was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Even though he was in danger, he somehow felt at ease.

Ning Zhe yawned, blinked in a daze, put his hands on No. 67's neck, leaned on his shoulders, and soon fell asleep.

After he fell asleep, No. 67 opened his eyes.

The cave is very small, Ning Zhe's whole body is on top of him, and the two of them are very close to each other.

No. 67 looked at Ning Zhe's face seriously.

Different from what others saw, what he saw in his eyes was always Ning Zhe's original face.

It was not as delicate and well-behaved as the little emperor, nor was it as seductive as a zither slave, but a cold face that was extremely noble and elegant, making people cringe and dare not look at it.

In fact, it is rare for him to see Ning Zhe face to face and close up like this.

In the past, I dared not, and later I had no chance, but in this life, I was afraid.

What he has seen the most over the years is the image of Ning Zhe sketched in his mind.

Ning Zhe is always used to disguising himself, he always has many faces.

Sometimes, this person has been pretending for so long that No. 67 almost forgot his original appearance.

Huo Chen, Ning Yan and the others like Ning Zhe's cuteness and softness, while Qingluan likes Ning Zhe's flamboyant enthusiasm.

But that's not what Ning Zhe used to be.

Only No. 67 knows that the dignity and arrogance in Ning Zhe's bones will never be trampled on. Only he knows how cold and arrogant this person is, and how attractive people want to commit crimes against him.

No. 67 likes his lips the most. They are thin and sharp, with a light pink color. When they are pressed lightly, they are like a sharp sword, which is so cold that it pierces people's hearts.

But once you laugh, it's like melting ice and snow, winter goes to spring, and a warm breeze blows over the tip of my heart.

Probably because of the lack of air circulation, at this moment Ning Zhe opened his lips slightly, his breath was long and slow, his mouth was slightly puffed out, and he didn't have the cold air when he was awake.

No. 67 couldn't help stretching out his hand, gently stroking the corner of his lips.

Ning Zhe seemed to have sensed it, opened his lips slightly, gently sucked one of his fingers, rubbed it with a small canine tooth, and muttered vaguely: "It's not delicious... ..”

"I know how to eat."

Number 67 poked his puffy cheek.

"Well, no more..." Ning Zhe frowned, groped around and grabbed his hand, and hugged him tightly in front of him, not letting him move.

No. 67 smoked twice and couldn't get it back, so he gave up and let him hold it.

In the middle of the night, there was a loud roar outside, Ning Zhe slept very restlessly, with frowns frowning.

No. 67 looked down at him for a moment, shook his head, sighed slightly from the corner of his lips, and raised his finger to a barrier to isolate those voices.

The next day, the sun shone through the leaves into the cave and hit Ning Zhe on the face.

Ning Zhe suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to touch it.

There is no one around.

I don't know where No. 67 went.

He shouted a few times in his mind, but No. 67 didn't answer.

Ning Zhe froze in place, with a dazed expression.

The light breath of No. 67 was still lingering on the tip of his nose, telling him that he had left not long ago.

The stone at the entrance of the cave has moved, and it should have been moved by someone.

Ning Zhe stood up suddenly, pushed down all the stones, and ran out of the hole in a panic.

The woods in the Demon Realm are different from those in the Human Realm. All the trees are more than twice as tall, and even the weeds grow up to the top of their heads.

Ning Zhe was submerged in the grass and couldn't see the road in front of him. He kept pushing aside the grass, trying to find the figure of that person.

But he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked, that person seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Mingming just said last night not to abandon him.

The corners of Ning Zhe's eyes suddenly turned red, "No. 67..."

Where are you......

Just when Ning Zhe was at a loss, two soft sounds of stones colliding suddenly came from his ears, followed by a shrill scream, accompanied by the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Ning Zhe was startled, staring blankly at a strange and ferocious bird that fell down in front of him.

"What are you doing?" No. 67 pushed aside the grass and walked to him, frowning and asked him coldly.

"If you stay in a daze for a while, this bird will bite your throat and suck your blood dry! You used to be a killer anyway, why are you so vigilant..."

The words after number 67 paused.

Because Ning Zhe suddenly took a few steps and rushed over, hugged him tightly, closed his eyes tightly, breathed rapidly, and his body trembled violently.

No. 67's expression was gloomy, and he didn't care to scold him, so he quickly reached out and hugged him, "What's wrong, where does it hurt?"

Shouldn't it all be cured?Shenhun has already repaired it with his energy, how could it still flare up... Could there be something else that he didn't notice?

The spirit group also chattered around Ning Zhe, looking at him anxiously, not knowing what happened.

When No. 67 wanted the spirit group to check Ning Zhe's body again, Ning Zhe suddenly let out a soft sob, looked up at him with a pair of hazy tearful eyes, and whimpered, "Where did you go?"

No. 67 was slightly stunned, and hesitated: "I'm going to check the terrain so that I can save people, you..."

Ning Zhe burst into tears, "I can't find you! You disappeared as soon as I woke up, I thought you didn't want me...I thought you left again! Where did you go, why didn't you take me with you , I can't find you no matter what..."

Ning Zhe spoke incoherently, crying out of breath.

No. 67 looked at him with complicated emotions.

He saw that Ning Zhe was sleeping soundly just now, so he didn't wake him up.

He never thought that Ning Zhe would have such a big reaction.

No. 67 sighed, reached out and patted his shoulder, "I won't leave, don't cry, it's so ugly."

He has a poisonous mouth, and while comforting people, he also stabs people.

Ning Zhe cried and paused again, and gave him a fierce look.

However, the tearful little beggar cat's small appearance is really not intimidating, like a little milk dog with no claws to protect its territory.

No. 67 snorted lightly, pinched the tip of his nose, squinted his eyes and said with a fearless smile, "Crying is so ugly."

Ning Zhe bit his shoulder hard.

No. 67 pinched his armpit, lifted him up and hugged him into his arms, and said, "Why don't you even wear shoes, do you know that even the ground in this demon realm is poisonous?"

Ning Zhe hugged his neck listlessly, pursed his lips and did not speak.

When he saw that No. 67 was gone, his heart sank, he didn't have time to wear shoes.

Not only the shoes, but also the clothes were hurriedly pulled over and put on, and the inside and outside were reversed.

Ning Zhe's cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes were a little dodgy, and he grabbed his clothes lightly, not wanting to be caught by No. 67 in a panic.

No. 67 didn't know what he was thinking, he had already discovered that Ning Zhe was wearing the wrong clothes.

He carried Ning Zhe back into the cave, let him stand on his feet, ignored his resisting eyes, took off his clothes, turned them over carefully, and dressed him neatly.

Ning Zhe felt that he treated himself like a little kid, and couldn't help protesting.

No. 67 ignored him, squatted down, tapped his leg, looked up at him, and motioned him to lift up.

Ning Zhe put his arms around his neck, slowly raised his legs, and No. 67 held his ankles and put on his shoes.

Ning Zhe sat on his lap, dangling his legs, seeing No. 67's serious appearance while putting his head on his shoes, and couldn't help saying: "No. 67, your mother-in-law really looks like a general."

Number 67 ignored him.

After tying his shoes, he straightened up and said calmly, "What nonsense, how could Huo Chen be as handsome as me."