I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 166 Subordinates help the emperor lick it clean, so it won't be dirty

Ji Liang's eyes flashed brightly, and he smiled inscrutablely, "I think that smart people don't take the initiative to expose their weaknesses."

Ning Zhe stared at him without blinking, and repeated, "Give it to me."

Looking at the serious and persistent expression on his face, Ji Liang slowly smiled, "No."

He could tell that Ning Zhe obviously cared more about that man, and this was his only means of controlling Ning Zhe so far, so naturally he couldn't give it back to him easily.

Ning Zhe looked at him indifferently for a moment, then retracted his hand without saying a word, and put down Luo Mu.

"However, I can give you another person."

Ji Liang looked at Zhu Sha who was floating gently and smiled, and waved a demon clan down to bring her over.

After a while, the dark guard Seventeen who was in a coma was carried into the sedan chair.

Ning Zhe stared at the cleanly washed man who was sent in, and remained motionless for a long time.

The maid tremblingly asked, "My lord, do you have any other requests?"

Ning Zhe shook his head.

The maid meticulously knelt down before she dared to back down quietly.

Ning Zhe leaned against the car wall made of dark gold, pearls and jade, and looked out of the window through the slightly brushed curtain, his brows and eyes were calm and calm, showing no emotion.

The snow thread meandered out of his sleeve robe, and gently rubbed against his neck.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Yukino hesitated for a moment, then moved herself to his lips with a trembling body, preferring to be bitten to make him happy.

But Ning Zhe didn't bite, he just held up its body with his fingertips, and kissed it on his lips.

Xuexian's body burst into red all of a sudden, and he fell from the air in a dizzy state, unable to fly.

Ning Zhe caught it, and saw it shyly curled up in his palm, entangled himself in a tight knot in a dazed state, and curled up like an ostrich.

The tails of Ning Zhe's eyes were slightly curved, as if holding a full moon.

The Seventeenth Dark Guard opened his eyes misty, and saw the gentle look of the young man with lowered eyes and a smile, like the wind blowing, the snow melting, and the spring flowers blooming gradually.

He was fascinated for a while.

Ning Zhe closed his smile, gently sent the dizzy snow thread into his sleeve, and turned to look at him.

But in the blink of an eye, the bright spring light in the young man's eyes had dissipated, and the gaze that fell on him was full of indifference and sharpness.

Shi Qi trembled undetectably, quickly lowered his head and shrank his body, trying to avoid this kind of gaze.

Ning Zhe only glanced at him, then looked away indifferently.

Shi Qi felt relieved.

But what followed was deeper pain and endless humility, which made him wish he could disappear from this person immediately, and hide in the dirty quagmire to fend for himself.

The king's capital is in the center of the Demon Realm, and it is far away from the remote tribe near the Demon Gate.

Ji Yi's plan was to borrow a teleportation array from a nearby city and teleport directly to the capital.

The nearest city is called Tianbao Dacheng, and they have frequent contacts with their tribe, so it should not be difficult to borrow a teleportation array.

The old man agreed with his proposal, Ji Li and Ning Zhe greeted each other, and a group of demons set off towards the big city of Tianbao.

Ning Zhe was thinking about how to take No. 67 on the road, while leaning against the window looking at the scenery along the road, bored.

Just like what No. 67 said, the scenery in the Demon Realm is indeed nothing to look at, everywhere is filled with gray demonic energy, the sun is gray-blue, the sky is dim, and it is dead silent and dull.

Ning Zhe looked at it, suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at the seventeenth guard.

He remembered that No. 67 seemed a little uncomfortable with the fog.

Sure enough, the Seventeenth Dark Guard was frowning in pain, his lips were pursed tightly, his face was as pale as paper, and he was struggling to swallow something in his throat.

Ning Zhe's fingertips suddenly touched his throat.

Dark Guard Seventeen's pupils shrank, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", his body convulsed uncontrollably, and he lay on the ground coughing up blood.

"Emperor...Emperor..."

He panicked and wanted to crawl back, but Ning Zhe stepped on his wrist and couldn't move.

A few drops of bright red blood splashed on Ning Zhe's body, immediately staining his brand new and luxurious robe.

The seventeenth guard of the dark guard panicked, and immediately raised his head to look at Ning Zhe, his eyes filled with horror and bewilderment.

Ning Zhe followed his gaze, looked down at the hem of his blood-stained clothes, and said lightly: "What should I do, I was stained by you."

"Subordinate...subordinate..."

Dark Guard Seventeen was so frightened that his hands and feet trembled, and he didn't know how to appease him.

Suddenly he thought of something, his eyes lit up, his lips trembled and he said anxiously, "This subordinate will help the emperor lick it clean... yes, lick it clean, it won't be dirty..."

As he spoke, he really wanted to reach out to lick Ning Zhe's clothes.

Ning Zhe lightly frowned and kicked him away.

Shi Qi rolled a few times, slammed hard on the hard car wall, groaned, and curled up into a ball in pain.

But even so, he desperately stretched out his hand and crawled towards Ning Zhe, "Lick the emperor clean... this subordinate..."

Ning Zhe propped his chin with his fingers, and sat on the high seat indifferently to watch him slowly crawl over, "Seventeen, I think you are more dirty than blood."

Seventeen paused, and all the blood on his face disappeared.

At this moment, the sedan chair swayed suddenly, Shi Qi's body jumped, and rolled to Ning Zhe's feet, pressing his dirty hands on his feet.

Before Ning Zhe could speak, Shi Qi quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded, shivering slightly in front of his chest, his eyes lost focus due to fear.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, spare your life...your subordinates..."

"You are no longer mine."

Ning Zhe interrupted him suddenly, with an indifferent voice, "Now you are just Ning Zhi's dog, you don't deserve the word 'subordinate'."

Shi Qi stared wide-eyed, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his chest heaved violently, and he was suffocated and out of breath.

Seeing his attitude, Ning Zhe suddenly smiled slightly, and his soft and quiet pupils were slightly springy.

He bent down, gently lifted Shiqi's jaw with his fingertips, and moved closer to his face, "Does it hurt?"

The bloodstains on the man's face were crisscrossed and horrifying.One eye socket was sunken, and the eyeball had been gouged out, leaving only a black hole.

A long knife mark slashed down from his eyebrows, across his eyelids, and across the right half of his face, it was extremely ugly.

Ning Zhe's delicate fingertips gently stroked the knife marks on his face, the gleam in his eyes was gentle and tender, "It must be very painful."

The dark guard Seventeen stared blankly at him, his eyes were red hot, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

"No... genus, grass people... no, it doesn't hurt..."

"Why doesn't it hurt?" Ning Zhe fingertips gently stroked away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his voice was as soft as a cloud, so gentle as to drip water.

"Seventeen, I know, I know how painful it is, the kind of maggot-like pain attached to your nerves, so painful that you want to smash your head, cover your ears, and goug out that piece of flesh and blood. Take out the gnawed bones, and die."

"But you think in your heart, I can't die, I still have things to do. You can only grit your teeth and hold back the tears, swallowing the pain desperately, until the pain is so painful that your eyes are blurred, and you open your eyes hard. Don't dare to faint."

Ning Zhe caressed his ferocious face, lowered his head and asked softly, "Is it?"

Dark Guard Seventeen raised his head, his long and thick black eyelashes were trembling, tears mixed with blood poured down his face.

Ning Zhe's tenderness made him finally break down and cry aloud, the soreness and pain in his heart could not be restrained for a moment.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty...It hurts so much, Seventeen hurts so much..."

Like a bruised domestic dog, he bowed his head in front of his master in aggrieved manner, revealing the wound that made him tremble with pain, longing for the caress and comfort of his master.

In the past, when he practiced kung fu until his whole body was injured, Ning Zhe would hug him with his small body, exhale lightly on his wound, and gently say exhale to Xiao Shiqi to relieve the pain.

Shi Qi stared at the gentle and gentle young man with teary eyes, and his extravagant hope would spread into a sea of ​​flames, making the bottom of his eyes red and bloodshot.

But he forgot one thing, Ning Zhe is no longer his master.

All his tenderness and softness are just a disguise to tease him.

He will only sprinkle salt on his wounds, watching his flesh and blood rot, exposing his white bones, and falling into eternal darkness.

The dark guard Seventeen opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the handsome young man with his eyebrows bent, raised his chin with his fingertips, and whispered into his ear with a smile, "Seventeen, you deserve it."

He was stunned for a long time, then suddenly let out a low whine, closed his eyes in pain, huddled up on the ground, covered up all his embarrassment, and never dared to look at Ning Zhe again.

Ning Zhe straightened up and glanced at him.

The young man curled up on the ground, barely breathing.

The broken bones on his body have not yet been connected, and the demonic energy will continue to generate toxicity to his body, deepening the injury. If he is left alone, he may die within three days.

But what did that have to do with him.

Ning Zhe looked away lightly, his brows and eyes were quiet and soft.

No one could imagine what kind of cold knife was hidden in his heart.

The big city of Tianbao is not far away, and the convoy will arrive soon.

A group of demons showed the order to enter the city and entered the city smoothly.

The city is much more prosperous than the tribe, and most of the people walking on the street are high-level demons in human form. At first glance, it looks like they have returned to Tianqi.

Ji Liang settled them down, leaving a few demons to guard Ning Zhe, and went to the city lord's mansion to pay homage to the city lord.

Dark Guard Seventeen was carried into his room by two demons on their own initiative, and placed on the couch.

Ning Zhe frowned and said nothing.

On the other hand, the dark guard Seventeen was panicked, he climbed down from the bed with difficulty, shrank tremblingly on the ground, not daring to move.

Ning Zhe walked up to him.

Seventeen shrank his body back, and Ning folded him into the dusty corner of the wall. He lowered his head and let his hair fall loose, making him look pitiful and helpless.

"Emperor...Emperor..."

"I'm going out, you stay here and don't move, wait for me to come back."

There were no thorns in his words, and his voice was soft, like a spring breeze blowing in people's ears.

I was a little dazed for a while on the [-]th.

Ning Zhebai's tender little hand poked his head vigorously, "Did you hear that?"

Shi Qi's body trembled violently, and he didn't dare to move. He shrank and said, "Listen, I heard..."