I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 162 I, I am not a girl

The small tribe that took away the seventeenth guard is located near the death forest. The number of high-level demons who are fully human in the tribe is rare, and most of them are half-human and half-beast, with a certain amount of wisdom.

Food and cultivation materials are scarce in the tribe, so these demons often go out for food and hunting in the morning, or go to the big city to exchange cultivation materials such as magic beast fur inner alchemy.

No. 67 took Ning Zhe and waited outside the tribe for two days to find out their life rules. When a young demon team was out, he suddenly launched a surprise attack and knocked out two demons from behind.

These two young demons are rare high-level demons in this tribe, and their stature is similar to that of Ning Zhe and him. No. 67 has been eyeing these two people for a long time.

"Is it really possible?"

Ning Zhe saw that No. 67 took off one of the demons' white fox skin skirts and put them on him, and frowned slightly.

"The middle-level demons are not very intelligent. As long as we don't reveal our secrets, they won't find out."

As No. 67 said, he took off the short white fox fur shirt and put it on him.

"I-I'm not talking about this..."

Ning Zhe was a little embarrassed to speak, his thin white fingers clenched the animal skin skirt that could barely cover his thighs, and couldn't help blurting out: "This demon is obviously a woman!"

He lowered his head as he said, the tips of his white ears were bleeding red, "You, you let me..."

"What's wrong with girls, you cry so much, you have more water than girls."

No. 67 slightly raised his eyelids and gave him a neutral look.

Ning Zhe bit his lower lip lightly, without saying a word.

"Why, are you still not convinced?"

Number 67 straightened up and pinched his soft face.

Ning Zhe turned his head and avoided his hand, as if angry.

No. 67 laughed, pinched his chin, and told him to turn his face away.

"Tsk tsk, look, you're out of the water so soon, and you still say you're not a woman? Women don't cry as much as you do, huh?"

Ning Zhe pursed his lips tightly, his eyes filled with tears, and stared at him unwillingly.

Obviously she was about to cry out of grievance, but she gritted her teeth to force the tears back, and refused to make a cry, and there was a rare hint of stubbornness and unyielding in the usually soft and quiet eyes.

No. 67 lowered his head and confronted him for a while.

After a moment, he looked away and compromised.

"Okay, I won't say you're a girl anymore, it's okay, little crying bag." No. 67 tapped the tip of his nose and wiped his tears.

Ning Zhe looked at him blankly.

If no one cared about him, he would bear it by himself, and the grievance would pass.

But once someone loves him, the grievance will become bigger and bigger, and the heart is full of sadness, which can't be stopped no matter what.

He curled his mouth, finally couldn't hold it anymore, let out a soft "hum", and cried softly, tears pouring out like a floodgate.

While crying, he thought, No. 67 might as well treat him a little bit worse.

Ning Zhe was really killing people when he cried, his tears and nose flowed together, and he didn't look like Zhou Zheng at all.It was as if Wang Huhu was hidden in those eyes, and the tears were endless.

No. 67 twitched his forehead, took out a brocade handkerchief, covered his face, and wiped it carelessly.

Ning Zhe sobbed a few times, wiped off his snot on the brocade handkerchief, looked up at No. 67, "I, I'm not a girl."

There is also a vibrato in the soft voice, which is very attractive.

No. 67 stared at his snow-white skirt and his finely carved pink face for a long while, and agreed without changing his expression, "Yeah, you're not."

Ning Zhe sucked on the tip of his red nose, and said seriously: "You must not insult me ​​like this in the future."

No. 67 wanted to laugh, but he held it back. With a blank face, he gave a serious "hmm".

"This is a last resort to complete the task. Of course I know you are not such a person."

While talking nonsense in a serious manner, he unhurriedly supported his shoulders and forced him to turn around, untied the crow-blue hair that was bundled up like a waterfall, gathered it from the back, and braided it like that of the demon woman. hairstyle.

Ning Zhe wiped his tears with the back of his hand, weeping and humming: "Then when I finish the task and earn enough money, you will let me go."

No. 67 narrowed his eyes slightly behind him, inserted his slender fingers into his long black hair, and combed his long hair. After a moment of silence, he responded softly with "OK".

After tidying up for Ning Zhe, No. 67 himself put on the clothes of another male demon, and cast a blindfold on their faces, turning their faces into the appearance of those two demons.

Ning Zhe looked at the transformed appearance of No. 67, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, "It's so ugly."

No. 67 raised his hand and thumped him on the head, "No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

Ning Zhe stuck out his tongue at him.

Number 67 tied the two demons together, returned to the Great Forest of Death, threw them into the snake's cave, and sealed the cave entrance.

The demons are strong and strong, and they can survive a year without eating or drinking, so there is no need to worry about them starving to death.

It's also not easy for other demons to step in here. As long as they don't reveal their secrets, no one can find out that they are fake.

After everything was done, No. 67 led Ning Zhe to rush to intercept the road, and followed the returning demon team.

"Xue, Lan, what have you been doing, and why have you been there for so long?" a demon asked them.

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer, and looked up at No. 67.

No. 67 didn't change his face, "If you shouldn't ask, don't ask."

The demon clan was choked for a moment, and his face immediately turned a little ugly, and he muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it just being chosen as a holy servant, what's the big deal." Then he retreated resentfully.

No. 67 looked down at Ning Zhe and said nothing.

With someone leading the way, No. 67 and Ning Zhe entered the tribe smoothly.

No. 67 searched without looking for traces on the road, and found that several young demons were carrying out the highest-level secret missions sent by the tribal chiefs, which could not be easily announced.

However, although they are all high-level demons, they are still young compared to the old and cunning No. 67.

Ning Zhe looked at No. 67 and flicked a few words, and those demons obediently explained all the content and tasks.

It turns out that Demon Realm has held a huge sacred ceremony to celebrate the return of the soul of the young master of the demon clan in the past few days. Sixteen holy sons and saints will be selected from six major cities and ten small tribes to dedicate to the young master. .

The prerequisite for becoming a holy son and a holy daughter is to have the blood of both human and demon races.

The human-devil bastard was originally one of the lowest bloodlines in the demon clan, but this time, for some reason, it became a condition for the selection of the saint son and saint daughter.

There were many objections and doubts in the demon clan, but this order was personally instructed by the young lord. After some discussion to no avail, all the demons could only accept it.

Humans and demons are human and demons, as long as the young master likes it, even a hybrid of gods and demons must be obtained for him.

When No. 67 heard this, he turned his head and glanced at Ning Zhe.

It just so happened that Ning Zhe was also looking up at him, and both of them were thinking the same thing - the man in black did it on purpose, he wasn't looking for some holy son or daughter, he was looking for Ning Zhe.

Looking at the flickering starlight in Ning Zhe's eyes, No. 67 couldn't help stretching out his hand, gently rubbing the corners of his reddish eyes, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

After a long while, he narrowed his eyes slightly, lightly rubbed No. 67's fingers, lowered his head and let out an obedient "um".

No. 67 didn't notice his strangeness, touched his tender cheeks, turned around and continued chatting with the young male demon who led the team.

The team leader was flattered and fooled by No. 67 before, and he has already regarded No. 67 as his brother who died, and now he knows everything without saying anything.

"You said the human race that the guards went out to pick up a few days ago? Hey, don't mention it, the priest clearly said that it was a human demon, but who knew that the one picked up was actually a human race. We don't like to have peace with the human race in our tribe. It’s a trick, there is not a human monster in the clan, and the ceremony will start in a few days, and I don’t know if I can give birth to one.”

Ning Zhe was stunned, and couldn't help interjecting: "Student?"

The team leader glanced at him, as if he was a little surprised why he would talk to himself, but he still said: "Yes, birth. The patriarch arranged for several female demons to have sex with the human race, hoping to give birth to a human demon before the start of the holy scriptures." Come, I don't know if I can make it in time."

The corner of No. 67's mouth twitched violently, with black lines all over his face.

After being silent for a long time, he regained his composure, trying to stop the strange thoughts of these demons, "Even if he is born, how big will the child grow in just a few days? How can it be possible to participate in the Holy Ceremony?"

"You don't have to worry about that, the young lord has already said that it is best for the holy son who is presented to be a child who hasn't grown up."

The demon clan sighed, "Young Master has always been mature and steady, I never thought I would like this one."

No. 67 didn't speak, and couldn't help but look at Ning Zhe again.

The young man was thin and delicate, and his whole body was wrapped in the white fox fur. With a slight shrinkage of his body, he could form a bulging snowball.A palm-sized pink and tender face was sunken in the snow-white fox fur, making him even more petite and obedient.

Looking at the past like this, doesn't it look like a child who has not yet grown up.

No. 67 couldn't help but rubbed the top of his hair, and whispered in his ear: "Look, it's all your fault."

Ning Zhe glanced at him silently, protesting.

Before No. 67 could speak, the leader of the Demon Race next to him asked suspiciously: "By the way, Xue, I remember that today is the day you have intercourse with that human race, right? Why haven't you passed yet?"

Ning Zhe's body froze suddenly.

No. 67 laughed lowly, his cold and deep voice was like sapphire hitting a stone, extremely pleasant to the ears.

He raised his head and said to the demon clan: "Xue is not feeling well today, I will send him there later."

The demon clan did not doubt that he was there, nodded and said: "Then you guys have to hurry up, the human race is beautiful, and there are many female demons in the clan who want to have a little devil with him, if you go slowly, Xue, Be careful, the seats are all taken away.”

No. 67 narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous light suddenly flashed across his eyes.

He tapped the table lightly with his bony fingers, and said in an inexplicable tone, "You mean, he has already had sex with those mother demons?"