stonecrandall Chapter 167 Don't Harm Him, I'll Give You Anything You Want
Chapter 167 Don't Harm Him, I'll Give You Anything You Want
Ning Zhe stared at him for a moment.
Dark Guard Seventeen has really changed a lot compared to before.
Although he was humble in the past, he was not humble at all.
At that time, he would be proud of his own strength, and his eyes would shine with confidence when he was practicing.
Instead of lying at Ning Zhe's feet without any dignity like now, carefully currying favor with him, not even daring to beg for mercy.
Ning Zhe quietly lowered his eyes, turned and left the room.
It became not only the Seventeenth Dark Guard, but also him.
He is the one who has become the most unbearable of all.
The wooden door slowly closed with a creak.
The light is blocked, the dust is scattered in the air, and the room becomes dark.
Shi Qi stared at the young man's receding back, and heard his heart beating weakly and slowly in the dead silent room.
He closed his eyes, stretched out his hand gently, and carefully covered his heart, trying to protect the only thing he had, which was about a teenager, and was unique.
——He only had his humble feelings left.
And apart from the cheap feelings in his heart, there is nothing left between him and Ning Zhe.
......
At this moment, the young man who was being missed was squatting on the stone steps in front of the door, bald at the snow line, while contemplating his escape plan.
It would definitely not work to go to the king with Ji Yi, maybe he would be recognized by some young lord at some point, and he would be done with a single blow.
He doesn't know anything about love lock Gu, so he can't lose number 67 for the time being.
Ning Zhe thought about it and realized that he still had to steal number 67 first.
Ji Yi is the strongest among this group of demons. Now that he has taken away most of the demons, he should not be able to come back in a few hours. The surrounding defenses are lax, so this is the best time to act.
Ning Zhe used cold flames to corrode the souls of the two guards, and when he got the news that No. 67 was being imprisoned beside the priest, he immediately set off to steal people.
The priest's room was not far from him, and Ning Zhe didn't disturb the guards, and walked all the way to the door without hindrance.
Although he talked about stealing, in fact, he didn't even think about acting in secret at all, he just kicked open the door and walked in.
The white-haired old man is sitting at the table and drinking tea.
Unexpectedly, seeing Ning Zhe walk in with a blank face, not only did he not panic, but he narrowed his eyes and smiled wrinkled his face, and greeted kindly: "You are here."
As if expected.
Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked around, but he didn't see No. 67.
"He was hidden by the old man. As long as the old man doesn't open his mouth, you will die and you won't be able to find anyone." The old man chuckled, his voice was a bit piercing.
Ning Zhe didn't speak, his eyes fell on him, calm and calm.
The snow thread in his sleeve is ready to move, as long as Ning Zhe gives an order, it will jump out in an instant and hang people to death.
Ning Zhe touched the snow line reassuringly, and stood still.
The old man took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and suddenly chatted with him with great interest, "It's been so long, I don't know if my lord still remembers who this old man is?"
Ning Zhe looked at him expressionlessly, not intending to speak.
The old man sighed.
"It's normal for you not to remember, after all, I don't even recognize my face."
As he spoke, he groped for a layer of wrinkles on his face and suddenly tore it off.
A young and handsome face suddenly appeared in front of Ning Zhe.
"I don't know if you can recognize this face now? Qin Nu, Master Qin?"
The originally old voice suddenly became clear and gentle.
The old man, or rather, the beautiful white-haired Shao looked at Ning Zhe with a smile on his lips and hatred in his eyes.
"Qin Nu, you probably never thought that I was still alive. No one thought that Tianqi's Abyss was connected to the Demon Realm. Not only was I not swallowed to death by those demons, but I also came to the Demon Realm and gained the supremacy. the power of!"
There was a bit of obsession on the boy's face, "His Royal Highness loves me after all, he must not have the heart to let me die, so he gave me this way of life."
When Ning Zhe heard him mention the words 'His Royal Highness', his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and a ripple appeared in his calm eyes, which was fleeting.
The young man didn't notice his strangeness, and he still complained to himself: "What I hate the most in my life is that I didn't kill you directly when you were unconscious, but gave you a chance to win the favor of His Royal Highness and take my seat." !"
He was agitated and resentful at the other end, but Ning Zhe stared at his face for a long time, but still didn't recognize who it was.
His memory has never been very good, and he can't remember many things after too long.
What's more, he has offended so many people over the years, if he really remembers them one by one, wouldn't he be exhausted to death.
But number 67 is still in this person's hands, Ning Zhe didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't say anything.
The white-haired boy stared at his still quiet and soft face, with piercing hatred flashing across his eyes.
Always, always!
He is obviously the most inferior slave, but he always has such a cold and proud look!As if nobler than all of them!
Why, why!
The white-haired boy suddenly let go of his anger, and laughed nervously "hee hee" twice.
"It's a pity, Qin Nu, so what if you were loved by His Royal Highness in the past? In the end, you were abandoned by His Royal Highness just like me!"
"Your Highness took pity on me and gave me a way out, but what about you?"
"Qin Nu, what other skills do you have besides charming men? Don't you understand? His Royal Highness exiled you here just to let you die! Let you die!"
The white-haired boy had red eyes, and his face was full of madness and hatred. The youthful delicacy that belonged to young people was ruined to nothing.
Ning Zhe saw his uncontrollable madness, blinked, and finally remembered who he was.
Around Qingluan are three servants bestowed by His Majesty, chess slave, book slave, and painting slave.
This person is the chess slave headed by him.
The boy who stripped him naked in the frosty winter, knelt him down on the icy ground, forced him to lick the soup stains on the ground, and poisoned him.
Unexpectedly, Qingluan hadn't killed her yet.
Ning Zhe regretted listening to No. 67 and not doing it himself.
When he was in the Tianqi Palace, the chess slave poisoned him, and Qingluan ordered someone to throw him into the abyss near the Demon Realm. This is what Qingluan told him later.
Ning Zhe originally thought that the chess slave should be dead, but who would have thought that he was not devoured by the demon clan raised in the abyss, but instead ran into the demon realm by mistake.
It is probably because of some kind of luck technique obtained in the abyss that he was able to hide his identity from the vicious demons everywhere and survive till now.
However, there is never a free feast in the world, and opportunities are always accompanied by risks.
I don't know what price he paid to become what he is now. At a young age, his black hair faded into three thousand snow-white silks.
Ning Zhe saw that his lips were bright red and his face was so pale that it was transparent, he knew that the practice was probably not a serious way.
I don't know if No. 67 can survive in his hands.
The corners of Ning Zhe's lips tightened slightly, his eyes were pale and cold, and he was already planning to make a move.
And this appearance fell in the eyes of Qi Nu, that is, Ning Zhe stood there in a daze, as if frightened by his words.
Chess slave couldn't help laughing out loud, raised his hand, and a phantom appeared in mid-air.
In the shadow screen, a man covered in blood was tied up and suspended above the cliff. Below him was a black abyss with no bottom.
He closed his eyes, frowning in pain, his face was pale, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.
The abyss beneath his feet was like a ferocious beast dormant in the darkness, which might devour the weak man who had no power to resist at any time.
Qi Nu saw that the boy who had been calm all this time finally changed his expression.
"Number 67!"
This screen is just an illusory projection he summoned, the man couldn't hear his voice, so naturally he hung his head and didn't respond.
The young man who was calm and composed just now looked flustered and lost his composure. He knew it was a fake, but hurriedly stepped forward to touch the man in the phantom.
As soon as Qi Nu beckoned, the shadow screen quickly dissipated in the air.
Let the boy rush to nothing.
His pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately turned his head to look at Qi Nu, the anger on his face couldn't be concealed, "What did you do to him!"
"That's what you see."
Chess Slave laughed wantonly, seeing the young boy's fair cheeks flushed with anger, he was shocked, angry and anxious, he really relieved his hatred.
"What do you want!" the boy growled angrily at him.
Hearing this, Qi Nu frowned, put down the celadon teacup in his hand, walked up to Ning Zhe, and stared down at the face that disgusted him to the extreme.
The young man probably couldn't stand his knife-like gaze that wanted to cut people alive, so he couldn't help shrinking the back of his neck, his eyes wary.
Chess slave slightly raised his lips.
"I want your......"
He lowered his head and approached the young man's pink ears, and said a word, "Blood."
The boy froze for a moment.
It seemed that he was ready to die, but he didn't expect it to be so simple, so he didn't react for a while.
"what are you thinking?"
Qi Nu chuckled lightly, with sparkling eyes, caressed the boy's soft cheek with his pale fingers, and blew lightly in his ear.
The person under the palm shuddered slightly, and his body was slightly stiff.
Qi Nu's eyes were cold, but there was a smile on his lips, his cold and alluring face was close to his neck, his breath was sweet, and he said softly to him, "Qin Nu, we are all poor people, how could I make things difficult for you?" ? I just want to take some blood, be good and give it to me quickly, and I won't hurt your man."
His hand was like a slippery and cold poisonous snake, spitting out a message, and stuck to Ning Zhe's fragile throat.
Ning Zhe was forced to raise his head slightly, staring at his face nervously, opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, "Okay...don't hurt him, I...give it to you."
Qi Nu smiled at him.
White face and red lips, flirtatious and not like a real person.
Ning Zhe took the dagger from him, his fingers trembling slightly, but he cut his wrist without hesitation, put a large bowl of blood and handed it to the chess slave.
"I gave you the blood, give me the man quickly."
Qi Nu found it funny, "When did I promise to return the person to you?"
"You...you..." Ning Zhe's face was pale, trembling with anger.
Qi Nu patted his face and chuckled, "When I want to give it to you, I will naturally give it to you. Before that, you just need to be obedient."
Ning Zhe's eyes were red, he pursed his lips and stared at him for a while, then turned and left without saying a word.
"Hey..." Qi Nu stretched out his arm to stop him, and with a smile on his lips, he held up his wrist, "What are you doing in such a hurry, such a beautiful body, bleeding so much, if I don't bandage it well, I will feel distressed."