I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 161 As long as he is willing to lie, he is willing to believe

There are six major cities and ten small tribes in the Demon Realm, headed by the capital, scattered throughout the Demon Realm.

Except for the six major cities, the rest are deserts and forests that are uninhabited. The environment is barren, and there are man-eating monsters roaming everywhere, which is especially dangerous at night.

Generally, the higher the bloodline of the monster, the more deterrent it is.

Although Ning Zhe's race can transform into humans, it doesn't have high-level intelligence. It belongs to the lowest low-level blood among the major races of the Demon Race.

Moreover, the succubus itself has a seductive aura, which is an extremely delicious supplement for those low-level monsters and demons without wisdom.

If No. 67 did not find the cave of the high-level magic snake last night, I am afraid that he and Ning Zhe had already been eaten by the ubiquitous monsters yesterday.

There are dangers everywhere in the Demon Realm, and the only way to get shelter is to enter the city.

Each city has an entry token, and only those who hold the token can enter the city. Generally, only high-level demons have the opportunity to obtain this token and are eligible to enter the city.

The high-level demons disdain to devour races lower than their own blood, so Ning Zhe is safe only in the city.

Yesterday, when Ning Zhe and the others were just sucked into the Demon Realm, there happened to be a group of high-level demons dressed as guards stationed here. It seemed that they had been waiting here early to catch someone.

Ning Zhe and the others were found when they fell, and they happened to hit the muzzles of this group of demons.

Fortunately, there is a dense forest nearby. The Seventeenth Secret Guard hid Ning Zhe, and went out by himself to lure away the demons.

However, he himself was seriously injured, and he was caught by the demons before he resisted for a long time.

The group of demons seemed to be worried about something, they didn't hurt him, they just took him away.

Ning Zhe was left alone in the forest.

At that time, he was already unconscious, bleeding from various wounds on his body, and the sweet smell of blood soon attracted the covetousness of many monsters.

No. 67 yelled a few times, but seeing that he couldn't wake him up, he could only show up and drive away those monsters, and summoned a spirit group to heal his wounds and dilapidated soul.

But in this way, he has no energy at all, he can't manifest himself as a soul, and he can't go back with his real body, so he can only stay in this plane temporarily.

It was also because of this that Ning Zhe took a look at his appearance.

No. 67 is not afraid that Ning Zhe will see his face, he just doesn't want him to see it.

He didn't want Ning Zhe to look at his face, but he was thinking of others.

At night, while Ning Zhe was sleeping, he went nearby to scout the terrain and inquired about the whereabouts of the secret guard Seventeen.

The dense forest they are in is called the "Great Forest of Death" by the demons. It is one of the three most dangerous places of death among the demons.

They were lucky last night.

The high-level demonic beast was the overlord of this forest. Not long ago, it was struck to death by lightning when it was advanced. However, the menacing aura emanating from the high-level bloodline has not dissipated, which is enough to deter ordinary demonic beasts, and they survived safely.

But staying here all the time is not an option.

The love-locking Gu antidote that Ning Zhe wants can only be found in the capital, and they must find a way to go to the capital.

During the investigation on the 67th, it was discovered that there was a small tribe not far from the Death Forest. The guards from yesterday also came from this tribe.

They happened to be able to rescue the seventeenth guard of the dark guard, and then went to the capital after getting a few orders to enter the city.

While folding and dressing Ning, No. 67 slowly told him his plan.

Ning Zhe lowered his head and ignored him, as if he was still angry.

I don't know if he was really flustered because he left, or if he was trying to test it.

A flash of emotion flashed in No. 67's eyes, but he didn't show it. He reached out to touch Ning Zhe's red eyes.

He cried too hard just now, and now the corners of his eyes are red, a tear is still hanging on the long eyelashes, his nose is also red, and there are teeth marks bitten out on his small lips , with a pitiful look of being bullied miserably.

No. 67 looked at it, and his throat felt a little dry.

He coughed a few times, managed to look away, and said indifferently: "At any rate, he was also your secret guard before, so you just have the heart to die?"

Ning Zhe hung on him, wrinkling his nose when he heard the words, "He is already Ning Zhi's man, and he still wants to kill me."

"But not only did he not attack, he also saved you."

No. 67 pinched his little wrinkled nose, "If you want to unleash the power of the bones, you have to get the order to enter the city first. Now the young master of the demon clan is looking for you. No chance."

Ning Zhe looked up at him, and said slowly: "No. 67, you are so annoying." Knowing that he didn't want to see the seventeenth guard, he still forced him to save people.

The corner of No. 67's lips twitched into a sneering sneer, pinched his chin and said indifferently: "Ning Zhe, you have to go if you want to go today, and you have to go if you don't, there's no need to discuss it."

Ning Zhe frowned slightly, and an unknown gloomy emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly recovered his calm, showing nothing strange.

He hung his head weakly, and said weakly, "Well, it's up to you."

No. 67 noticed that he was not very happy. After thinking for a while, he still explained: "Your money is still hanging on the body of the dark guard Seventeen. You can't let him die now."

Ning Zhe didn't want to talk to him, so he didn't say anything, and lay on his shoulder with his eyes closed in silence.

No. 67 lowered his eyes, the emotions in his eyes were fluctuating, and he finally didn't speak again.

He turned around in the depths of the cave, and saw the corpse left by the magic snake.

The snake didn't die for a long time, its body was scorched, with large and small wounds, flesh and blood rolled out ferociously, exuding an unpleasant stench.

No. 67 walked over and squatted down, put his hand into the wound, and stirred in the snake's belly, as if he was groping for something.

Those slender fingers with clear knuckles as white as porcelain just carelessly twisted in a piece of dark red flesh, the visual contrast was particularly strong.

A few drops of blood splashed onto No. 67's slender wrist, like blood dripping from a fine jade, with a bit of cruel beauty.

Ning Zhe's eyes were fixed on his hands.

No. 67 didn't notice, and quickly found something, and withdrew his hand.

Ning Zhe looked at the round jade bead with blood on his palm, "What is this?"

No. 67 curled his lips into a smile, "It's delicious."

"Varied......"

Before Ning Zhe finished speaking, No. 67 suddenly pinched his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth, and stuffed the jade bead into his mouth.

An unpleasant smell of blood immediately filled the mouth.

Ning Zhe retched a few times, struggling to spit out Yuzhu.

"Hey, swallow it." No. 67 tightly covered his mouth, with a gentle tone, but no resistance.

The corners of Ning Zhe's eyes were forced into tears, his eyes were full of pain, and he shook his head desperately.

No. 67 stared at him for a while with downcast eyes, and finally let go.

Ning Zhe hurriedly spit out the things.

But before he could open his mouth, No. 67's face covered with mist suddenly approached. Ning Zhe stared and before he could react, No. 67 gagged his mouth.

"...um...um?"

Ning Zhe looked at the suddenly enlarged person in front of him, and lost his mind for a moment.

Taking advantage of his daze, No. 67 poked his tongue in, pressed against his upper jaw, and quickly pushed Yuzhu in.

With a "gudong", the thing was swallowed by Ning Zhe in one gulp.

No. 67 sucked the tip of his tongue, swept away the blood in his mouth, then backed out, and licked his lips lightly.

It smelled like snake blood, but it was soft.

Ning Zhe looked at him with his mouth open, his big eyes were dull, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

Number 67 thought for a while, then leaned forward again, and pecked his slightly parted soft lips.

Ning Zhe's fair face quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blush spread from the tips of his ears to his neck. He only knew how to stare at No. 67, but he didn't know how to react.

No. 67 picked him up and stood up and walked out of the cave. While walking, he said casually: "Actually, the flesh and blood of the magic snake is a great tonic, but unfortunately you can't eat it."

Ning Zhe slowly came to his senses, "Then give me something to eat..."

"Snake Pill, good stuff." No. 67 touched his heart, "Your body will soon be unable to support your soul."

Ning Zhe didn't say anything, he found out as soon as he woke up in the Demon Realm.

At that time, the heart suddenly burst into severe pain, and it took a while to recover, and the whole body felt that it was being torn apart by a force.

It's just that he didn't show any abnormalities except touching his heart, and he doesn't know how No. 67 found out.

"Does it hurt?"

No. 67 squeezed his small hand and asked, his cold voice seemed a little gentle because it slowed down.

Ning Zhe thought of the kiss that was not a kiss just now.

His eyelashes trembled, he avoided his face, shook his head, and replied obediently: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

No. 67 said: "Next time I have a chance, I will make other kinds for you."

Ning Zhe's face changed slightly, and he tightened his clothes, "No, I...I don't want it anymore..."

No. 67 narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression was very happy, "Why not, I think..."

He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the corner of his mouth, "It's quite delicious."

......

No. 67 took Ning Zhe out of the dense forest.

Ning Zhe was buried in his arms all the way, Bai Nen's ears were red and she didn't dare to look up.

The reaction was so real that No. 67 couldn't tell whether he was acting or really shy.

But he didn't really care, as long as Ning Zhe didn't think about running, he didn't care what he was scheming in his mind.

There are many differences between Demon Realm and Ning Zhe's human world.

This place belongs to another plane of space. In the Demon Realm, the moon is blood red and the sun is gray blue. As far as the eye can see, there is a heavy gray mist.

This kind of gray mist is usually called the so-called "demon energy", which is an important thing for the cultivation of the demons, but for ordinary humans, it is a deadly and slow poison.

No. 67 only took a few puffs, and his face turned slightly pale.

A spirit group came out of Ning Zhe's arms and attached to him, detoxifying him.He stopped breathing and felt better.

Ordinary planes suppressed his strength greatly. It would be better if he appeared in a soul body. Now he has no energy and only appears in a physical body.

But there are benefits too.

No. 67 looked down at the child shrunk into a quail in his arms.

He can also be like Huo Chen, he can touch him if he wants to touch him, he can kiss him if he wants to kiss him, he can see that he is alone in his eyes, and he can see that he is shy or angry because of himself.

If this kind of thing was put in the past, it would be an extravagant hope for him to even think about it.

Ning Zhe saw him looking at him, and gently rubbed his face against his chin.

Then he looked up at him, his starry eyes were flickering, filled with the shadow of No. 67, as if he was asking for praise, he was so obedient.

No. 67 thought to himself, no matter whether this person is sincere or not, as long as he is willing to lie to himself, he is willing to believe him.