I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 163 No one can bear the coquettish Ah Zhe

The Seventeenth Dark Guard has been trapped here for several days.

These days, he has not eaten a grain of rice, his lips are dry and cracked with layers of dead skin, and his whole body is emaciated and weak.

Originally, the wound he received at Huo Chen hadn't recovered, and the pierced blood hole on his knee was still there. Now, he was smashed to pieces by these demons, and his flesh and blood were whipped with iron whips day and night. His wounds can be seen everywhere, new and old wounds are layered together, and his whole body is almost turned into a ball of rotten and smelly rotten flesh.

As long as he refused to agree to the deal with these demons for a day, they would keep him locked up by the hands and feet and hang him in this dark and damp dungeon, torturing him endlessly every day.

The severe and sharp pain tormented his nerves day and night, driving him almost crazy.

But to him, these are nothing.

When Ning Zhi succeeded in seizing the throne and locked Ning Zhe in the dungeon, he saw with his own eyes how those jailers tortured Ning Zhe.

During those few days, the boy's wailing in extreme pain spread throughout the dungeon through the dark stone wall.

Compared with the torture that Ning Zhe suffered, these are nothing at all.

Dark Guard Seventeen inevitably thought of the boy left behind by himself, and his already weak heartbeat gradually became stronger again.

No, he cannot die.

He is dead, what will the emperor do...

Dark Guard Seventeen struggled to open his eyelids, took a deep breath, struggled with his shattered hand bones, supported his body with his chin, and moved towards the door with difficulty.

A ray of dim skylight shone on him through the bars, illuminating the winding bloodstain formed by his movement extremely dazzlingly.

The dark guard Seventeen's eyes were red, and he stared at the solid iron gate in front of him.

Just a little bit, just a little bit...

Suddenly, the door was opened with a bang.

Dark Guard Seventeen's body froze suddenly, and he looked up.

In the dazzling light, a man of small stature was standing at the door against the light, looking down at him who was trying to escape.

......

In the center of the tribe, in a magic circle emitting a dark light.

An old man with white beard and hair and a deformed body suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

Feng Ni stepped forward eagerly, "How about it, my lord priest, have you found that demon?"

The light of the magic circle gradually dimmed, and the old man was visibly aged by the naked eye, but there was a mad ambition and excitement in his cloudy eyes, and his whole body trembled in anticipation.

"I found it, patriarch, the old man found it!" The old man tried his best to suppress his excitement, "Our tribe is finally saved!" His life was also saved!

Feng Yan was overjoyed, "Where is it!?"

"The astrolabe shows that he is in our tribe now. The old man guesses that he probably came to rescue his companion."

"Great!" Feng Yan clapped his palms, with a happy expression on his face, and quickly ordered, "Hurry up, gather all the warriors in the tribe and surround the dungeon. Anyone who dares to step in, no matter how high or low they are, will be arrested!"

"Yes!"

After Ji Liang bid farewell to the old man, he left in a hurry to look for the so-called holy son.

Behind him, the old man stroked his beard with satisfaction and smiled sinisterly.

What he didn't tell Feng Yan was that this holy son was not just a personal demon.

The astrolabe shows that the blood of this human demon still has a rare divine blood, and his body is full of treasures, comparable to magic medicine.

If he can take a sip of the blood of this human demon, refine the soul of this human demon and drink it...

The old man's deformed face couldn't help showing an intoxicated expression, as if he had already seen the scene where he got rid of the demons and became a fairy.

......

As Ning Zhe was walking, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and subconsciously paused in his steps.

No. 67 gave him a cold sideways glance, "Tired again?"

Ning Zhe didn't speak, frowned and was in a daze, and didn't hear his words.

Seeing this, No. 67 snorted coldly, "Delicate."

He looked away, grabbed Ning Zhe's hand, and pulled him into his arms, "Next time you want me to carry you away, just say so, what are you doing beating around the bush?"

After he finished speaking, he hugged Ning Zhe's waist, pinched him up and hugged him into his arms.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him in a daze, "What are you doing?"

No. 67 raised her long eyebrows, and snorted coldly, "I should ask you that, you know what the hell is going on in your mind!"

Ning Zhe: "???"

But No. 67 is willing to walk with him, which is more comfortable than walking by himself.

Ning Zhe blinked, raised his arms to wrap around No. 67's neck, and laid An An on his shoulders, saying softly, "Thank you."

The corners of No. 67's lips curled up secretly, and a quick smile appeared, which quickly disappeared again.

"If it weren't for the sake of earning money, who could bear your squeamish temperament? Still want me to hug you? Go ahead and dream."

Ning Zhe is used to his poisonous tongue, and it always goes in one ear and out the other.

He rubbed No. 67's neck flatteringly, and said obediently, "No. 67 is the best."

As soon as No. 67 lowered his eyes, he saw his two flickering jet-black grape eyes eagerly looking at him, and his own shadow was reflected in them.

No. 67 looked at him for a moment, then looked away with a cold face.

Ning Zhe didn't care, and shrank into his arms, sighed contentedly, and leaned comfortably in his arms like a lazy cat, closing his eyes.

Number 67's heart softened suddenly, and it turned into a puddle of water.

He hugged Ning Zhe up with his arms tightly, and adjusted a comfortable posture for him.

The dungeon is not far away, and number 67 is quickly approached.

The guards at the prison gate were not tight, and No. 67 pushed Ning Zhe, who was dressed as a woman, forward, and the two guards understood.

"She can come in, but you can't." Two half-demon guards blocked No. 67 outside with a cold face.

No. 67 frowned.

Ning Zhe said, "Okay."

No. 67 paused, looked down at him, "You..."

Ning Zhe pressed his shoulder, stood up and leaned close to his ear, covered his mouth with one hand, and whispered, "It's okay, I can do it by myself."

You can fuck!

No. 67 moved his lips, caring about the two demons in front of him, so he didn't curse out.

But his complexion was not very good, and the gaze projected on Ning Zhe's face was cold and sharp, he pinched his chin, approached his face, gritted his teeth and warned in a low voice: "Ning Zhe, don't try to escape from me, trust me , you absolutely cannot afford the consequences!"

Ning Zhe's chin hurt from being squeezed by him, and some watery light overflowed from his black eyes, and he looked at him pitifully, "I didn't."

No. 67 let go of him and sneered, "It's better."

Ning Zhe thought for a while, struggled a few times and jumped down from his arms, took his hand and pulled him aside, avoiding the eyes of the two guards.

"What are you doing?" No. 67 was a little impatient, "Don't think about it, I can't let you in alone."

Ning Zhe didn't say a word, he stood on tiptoe vigorously and leaned forward with his head up.

But he is so short that he can't reach No. 67's face even on tiptoe.

There was no way, Ning Zhe could only grab the clothes on his shoulders with both hands, desperately pawed at him, and rubbed No. 67's chin with the tip of his nose with difficulty.

No. 67 really couldn't see it, held back his anger and reached out to support his buttocks, lifted him up, frowned and said in disgust, "What are you doing? The snot is all over my face."

Ning Zhe felt a little wronged.

He obviously wanted to kiss him.

Knowing that he couldn't reach it, he didn't help him.

Seeing him biting his lip and not speaking for a long time, No. 67 lost patience, and wanted to put him down as soon as he let go, Ning Zhe quickly stretched his legs around his waist, and hugged him tightly, refusing to let go.

"I didn't want to run."

Ning Zhe buried his face in his arms, and his voice sounded sullen, "Let me go, I don't want you to do it."

No. 67 paused suddenly, and immediately looked at Ning Zhe, with suspicion and vigilance in his eyes.

At this moment, he even thought that Ning Zhe already knew the secret he had worked so hard to hide.

But the expression on Ning Zhe's face was very calm, as if he just didn't want him to do anything as he said.

No. 67's heart was beating violently, and a feeling of unease spread in his heart, and the panic had nowhere to go.

He didn't dare to think, what would happen if Ning Zhe found out his secret, if Ning Zhe found out that he had no energy and could be defeated at any time.

He has always wanted to leave him since before, and the conditions he proposed are no longer necessary for Ning Zhe. If Ning Zhe can really revive the God, then he can also get Ning Xuan's whereabouts.

No. 67 couldn't help swallowing, his throat was a little dry, and his voice was a little trance, "Why?"

Ning Zhe raised his head to look at him, and kissed his face easily this time.

"No reason." Ning Zhe touched his face with his lips, nudged him gently, and looked at him with a pair of innocent big black eyes, "Anyway, I won't run away, let me go to No. 67, okay?" ?”

Number 67 is silent.

He finally gave in.

No one can bear the coquettish Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe entered the dungeon as he wished, and No. 67 stood outside waiting for him.

It was dark in the dungeon, a demon led him to an iron gate, and respectfully said, "Master Xue, this is it."

Ning Zhe was about to reach out to push the door in, when the demon said hesitantly, "But be careful, Master Feng is also inside."

wind?Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, he nodded, and said nothing.

The Mozu guard then retreated.

Ning Zhe pushed open the iron door...it couldn't be pushed open.

Ning Zhe stared at the iron door indifferently with a pair of lifeless dark eyes, took a step back, and slowly raised his feet.

……

In the dark dungeon, a paralyzed and disheveled man was lying on the ground in embarrassment.

A demon woman pulled the thick iron chain around his neck, stepped on his face and crushed it hard, with a sinister smile on his delicate face, "Ugly, do you know who I am? You are the one who has sex with me." What an honor, you still dare to resist, why, was I too kind to you before? Huh?"

Dark Guard Seventeen closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and there was no expression on his cold face.

The demon woman has really seen enough of his expression these days.

When she first met her, she was somewhat interested in this dirty human race. After all, a rebellious pet must be very fulfilling to tame.

But as time passed day by day, no matter how much she abused him and whipped him, this man didn't even have the slightest will to give in.

He was like the most difficult beast to tame, he was so weak that he could knock him down with a single blow, but he refused to bow his head to her no matter what.

What little patience she had had been exhausted little by little.

"Damn ugly! Bitch!"

While roaring, the woman raised the whip in her hand high and beat it down severely.

Dark Guard Seventeen trembled, and tightly closed his eyes——

At this moment, the iron door of the dungeon was suddenly kicked open with a loud noise, and fell to the ground with a "clang".