I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 165 Return No. 67 to Me

In Ning Zhe's eyes, there are only three types of people in this world, those who are useful, those who are useless, and Ning Yan.

Without a doubt, the current Dark Guard Seventeen belongs to the useless one.

But Ning Zhe has always been very obedient in front of useful people.

Since No. 67 wants him to save the secret guard Seventeen, he will.

Looking at the embarrassed man lying on the ground trembling, Ning Zhe thought about how to get the drag out.

At this moment, his sleeve robe suddenly trembled, and a strand of white and flawless silk thread exuding silver luster came out of his sleeve with a "hula", and circled quickly in front of his eyes.

Ning Zhe recognized that it was the thin thread that entangled Ling Ji in the ancient pagoda, yet he hadn't burned it up yet?

He moved his fingertips, and a wisp of faint blue fire suddenly ignited from his fingertips, intending to burn it again.

Xue Xian immediately felt the familiar terrifying aura, her whole body began to ache, and her body trembled violently.

It cautiously walked around the cluster of flames, tremblingly floated to the side of Ning Zhe's cheek, touched the corner of his lips tentatively, and it fell apart as soon as it was touched, as if it was afraid that he would get angry.

There was something strange in Ning Zhe's dark eyes.

He remembers the thread smelling sweet...

Ning Zhe couldn't help licking his lips, opened his mouth slightly, and stared at it.

Seeing this, he immediately stretched out one end to insert between his lips and teeth, and sent himself to the door.

Ning Zhe licked it contentedly, and immediately tasted an extremely sweet taste in his mouth.

Xuexian's body couldn't help trembling slightly, her originally white body turned faintly flushed, her whole body became limp and weak, and she lost all strength.

But even so, it still used the other end to rub his soft cheek flatteringly, obediently.

Ning Zhe watched its movements with downcast eyes, and the cold flames on his fingertips finally dissipated gradually.

Only then did Xue Xian heave a sigh of relief, stretched her body and walked around in front of the Dark Guard Seventeen, signaling that Ning Zhe could help take this person away.

Ning Zhe pinched its thin body with his fingertips and gently crushed it.

The snow line tensed up in an instant, and Ning Zhe didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear a very low moan.

When he looked at the snow line again, he saw that it had lost its strength and was limp, lying on his palm trembling slightly.

Ning Zhe didn't see what material it was made of, and he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious in his eyes.

Such a small and weak thing can't even withstand a touch. Can it drag the Seventeenth Dark Guard?

After all, the snow line is a magic weapon. Seeing Ning Zhe's distrust, he immediately stretched his body desperately, and quickly grew thin and dense lines one after another, wrapping the whole body of the dark guard Seventeen and slipping in midair, as if asking for credit Shaking in front of Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe glanced at the seventeenth guard, he was still in a daze, as if he hadn't reacted, and looked pitiful.

In an instant, he merged with the stubborn young man he had first met.

The Seventeenth Dark Guard was picked up by Ning Zhe from the pile of dead people in the dark pavilion when he first entered the palace.

When he was on a mission, he was unfortunately poisoned and was abandoned by the dark pavilion. When the dark guards were about to carry him out of the palace to be executed, they happened to meet Ning Zhe who was sitting on the palace wall in a daze.

Ning Zhe looked at the gray silence in his eyes, tilted his head and thought for a while, then rescued him, and brought him to be his bodyguard.

His idea is also simple, if a drowning person catches Yumu, he will be thankful and swear allegiance to the death.

What Ning Zhe wants is his loyalty.

It's just that he didn't expect him to miss it. The seventeenth guard of the dark guard is more ambitious than he imagined.

He didn't just want a place next to him, he wanted him.

Even at the expense of betraying him and surrendering to Ning Zhi.

Seeing him in a daze, Xuexian couldn't help touching the corners of his eyes distressedly, trying to wipe away all the unhappiness in his eyes.

Ning Zhe's slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he came back to his senses, "Let's go, get out."

Since he didn't refuse, it was tacitly allowing it to stay by his side.

The snow thread wrapped around his fingertips happily, lifted the dark guard Seventeen, and followed Ning Zhe.

No one stopped him along the way, even the demons who had been guarding everywhere disappeared, the dungeon was empty and the silence was too much.

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickened his pace.

As soon as he got out of the prison door, he saw a large circle of murderous and vicious demons outside, surrounding the entire dungeon airtight.

No. 67 was drenched in blood, lying in a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and a large pile of demon corpses piled up beside him like a hill.

Ning Zhe walked up to him.

No. 67 closed her eyes tightly, her brows curled up in pain, the mist used as a camouflage on her face had disappeared, her face was covered with blood, and her outline could not be seen clearly.

As if feeling Ning Zhe's breath, his blood-stained thin lips suddenly moved slightly, and he uttered a silent word with difficulty: "Go..."

Ning Zhe stared at him expressionlessly, a cluster of blazing cold flames suddenly burned in the bottom of his quiet eyes, and the breath around him was so cold that it almost froze.

Ji Liang frowned slightly, was it an illusion?He actually felt a sense of blood pressure from this frail young man?

But this feeling is only for a moment, and it will soon disappear.

Ji Li made up his mind, took a step forward and said to Ning Zhe, "Don't look at him, he's about to die."

Ning Zhe heard the words and slowly turned his head to look at him.

Sure enough, I care.

Ji Liang smiled slightly, "He is very good, he obviously has no strength at all, but he still killed most of the guards in our tribe, and tried his best to prevent us from going in and arresting you."

Ning Zhe looked at him indifferently, without even moving his brows, as if he didn't care about his words at all.

Ji Rong smiled: "You should know why I came to you. I can tell that you are a smart person. As long as you behave well, no matter it is this man who is willing to die for you, or that useless person you want to save , I assure you, they will all be safe and sound."

Ning Zhe didn't say a word, his eyes were closed and he was silent.

The hem of the clothes was suddenly pulled violently by someone. He lowered his head and saw No. 67's pale, blood-stained fingers tightly curled up, powerlessly grabbing his clothes, and muttering something in his mouth.

Ning Zhe squatted down, leaned close to his ear, and heard a strong panting sound from his nasal cavity, "Go...quick, go..."

Ning Zhe couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, his voice was soft and light, "No. 67, you are dying, why are you still so fierce."

No. 67's long eyelashes kept trembling, and she wanted to open them, but she couldn't.

More and more blood flowed from his body, the temperature of his fingers became colder and colder, and his breathing was so weak that it seemed that he would stop in the blink of an eye.

Ning Zhe had never seen him like this before, and he was so fragile that he would shatter when touched.

He couldn't help but said: "No. 67, didn't you allow me to run before, why did you go back on your word now?"

No. 67 didn't respond, probably passed out.

Ning Zhe gently opened his fingers holding his clothes one by one, and casually threw them aside, with a smile in his voice.

"You are afraid that I will find out that you have lost your strength these days, so you always cover it up. But what you don't know is that I have discovered it a long time ago, but I don't intend to leave you, so I didn't say it."

"The reason why I let you stay outside is because I was afraid that you would be exposed if you did something, but I didn't expect you to be so unlucky on the 67th and be besieged by so many demons together."

Ning Zhe smiled, "I know you can hear me, but you said if I run away now, will you still be able to find me in the future?"

Number 67 suddenly struggled, and the sound of panting gradually became louder.

His fingers that had been limp on the ground suddenly lifted up, and grabbed Ning Zhe's wrist fiercely, his finger bones turned white with such force, that he drew a bruise on Ning Zhe's thin wrist.

He closed his eyes and said viciously with blood in his mouth: "You... Hugh, think..."

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly.

He shook off No. 67's hand, stood up and looked at the circle of demons in front of him, his dark eyes were calm and fearless.

Ji Liang knew that he had agreed, but still asked with a smile: "How about it, have you considered it?"

"When to set off?"

Ji Yan laughed loudly, and made way for him, "Now!"

The holy son travels, in order to show the sincerity of the tribe, he needs to dress up.

Ning Zhe walked into the room led by a half-demon maid.

The maid undressed him and took out a vermilion floor-length skirt.

"Long skirt again?"

"Ah?" The maid was a little afraid of him, vigilantly tied up her fox ears, and stammered, "My... my lord... isn't it a girl?"

Ning Zheding took a look at the long skirt in her hand, said nothing, and opened his arms silently.

The maid dressed him up and couldn't help sighing, "Your Excellency is so beautiful, much prettier than any girl this servant has ever seen. Your Excellency, Your Excellency, will definitely like Her Majesty the Saintess."

Ning Zhe glanced at her quietly, and the maid's back was hairy from his sight.

After Ning Zhe finished washing, the sedan chair leading to the royal city was also ready.

Eight low-level demons with strong bodies and shiny fur respectfully carried the wooden chariot.

The vermilion gauze on the chariot is the curtain, the broken jade is the curtain, and a string of silver palace bells is hooked on the corners of the four wooden eaves.

The breeze blew, and there was a burst of clear and pleasant bells.

The end is gorgeous, luxurious and mysterious.

Ji Li took a step forward, bowed and said with a smile: "The conditions of the tribe are simple, and the Holy Maiden still invites Haihan, please."

Ning Zhe glanced at him, but his eyes fell on a white-haired old man beside him.

"Oh, this is the priest of our tribe. The whereabouts of the saintess were calculated by the priest."

When the old man heard that Chao Ning had lost his blessing, his voice was hoarse and rough, "My lord, Sheng An."

Ning Zhe stared at him for a moment, but there was nothing unusual in his eyes, and he turned and got into the sedan chair.

Ji Liang was about to call for people to set off, but saw the vermilion gauze floating on the sedan chair being gently brushed away by a white and tender hand, revealing an unparalleled youthful face.

Especially those two black and innocent eyes, as deep and alluring as the bright abyss of stars, as long as they look at each other, they will be involuntarily captured.

He really picked up a treasure this time.

Ji Li sighed in his heart, stepped forward and asked with a smile, "What's the matter with the saint?"

Ning Zhe stared at him and said, "I've already promised you, return number 67 to me."